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thetrasha · 1 day ago

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One Piece: Fantasy Flirt

Who really knows how to make ‘em swoon?

feat. BENN BECKMAN, SHANKS, SABO, MARCO

BENN BECKMAN

10/10 [canon fact btw]

What a force of nature, this so-called Benn Beckman. The mysterious aura he has makes him alluring – worst thing: he’s intelligent enough to realise it. Whenever the Red Force docks at a port, the local tavern is filled to the brim with pirates and laughter. That’s just the nature of the crew, they haven’t lost their charm… that, naturally, attracts the locals. These pirates seem powerful, but not necessarily dangerous. In fact, their captain even pays full price for all the supplies! What a weird bunch. You heard about this mysterious group from your friend who works at the market… and you couldn’t help but find it a bit suspicious. Most of these men had exorbitant bounties… and they aren’t actually horrible people? Something isn’t adding up. Pirates pillage and ravage the lands, they don’t buy overpriced mackerels and potatoes from local merchants.

As soon as you enter the bar, it reeks of hard liquor and smoke. That’s not unusual, but the men certainly are. They all look a bit strange, but you didn’t fear them at all, even if most of them spared you a glance as you entered.

Well, that is until you felt a heavy gaze on you – that one did make you beyond nervous. Your eyes immediately locked onto another man who sat quietly inside a corner, watching everybody else… particularly a man with red hair.

He called you over with a wave of his fingers and you couldn’t help but point at yourself. Really… you? What’s his deal? Was this going to be some sort of low-brow robbery?

You shouldn’t have faced him so easily. This man was far more intimidating up-close. So tall and broad – a truly hardened sailor. Those scars littering his body didn’t go unnoticed by you either. He followed your eyes and grinned, shaking his head in amusement, like he could read your mind. You raked over him with a harsh glare, noticing that he carried both a gun and a dagger… yet both of them were clean.

How unusual. Why in the world did he call you over if not to rob you? Or was he asking for a brawl? How dishonourable, striking someone who’s shorter and weake-

He suddenly started to speak, alerting you.

“Seemed to me like you needed a friend.”

“Oh, and you’re my friend now?”

He smirked, chuckling at your scoff.

He didn’t respond at first, opting to take a drag of his cigarette instead.

“Could be, if you’ll have me.”, Benn responded before waving at the old owner from across the bar. The older man lit up like a kid on Christmas, loudly telling the First Mate of the Red Hair Pirates that he owes him another story and that the ale would be on the house for chasing away the World Government. You remember when the newspaper announced that they wanted to collect some hefty taxes for any service-based trades, but you also remember that no representative ever visited, meaning your economy flourished.

You were too stunned to speak. These… these guys were pirates? Those bounties rang true? Nothing was on fire and these guys don’t seem to be too interested in stealing for pleasure.

“So… friend. Mind telling me your name and where to get the best sake in town? Know someone who’s got quite the problem.”

“You mean yourself?”, you chuckled back, not even realising that you sat down next to him.

“I meant my idiot captain over there, sweetheart. But sure, I’ll take the bait. Am I that obvious?”

“A little.”

“Ouch. And I thought I had to save the pretty girl that entered the lion’s den – turns out she’s got claws.”

“Me? Pretty girl?”, you wondered aloud, leaning into him as soon as he leaned back, like a magnet.

“Uh-huh. You’re the prettiest. Obviously... that's why everyone was looking. Including me.”, Benn replied curtly, as if he was telling you a fact.

Silence befell you two. You were totally flustered, having been verbally disarmed. You… didn’t know what to say. This wasn’t even a heartfelt compliment, but the conversation flowed so easily that it made your heart skip a beat.

“Where’d those claws go now, love?”

Your face was now hot to the touch – and Benn Beckman, of course, noticed it.

SHANKS

9.5/10

Shanks is so different from everybody else… Most people know his name, they fear him greatly due to his status and proven strength. Other pirates quiver in fear as soon as they feel that crackle of energy in the air that almost knocks them out cold if they do not have the courage or power to withstand his Haki. They view him as this legend with a mythical aura, but you’ve known Shanks to be quite the catastrophe, which is funny… if it weren’t for the fact that he, as a leader, makes terrible decisions sometimes.

“Hey, Captain. I am here to bring you dinner because you thought a whole bottle of rum and a pint of beer was enough. How does it feel, hm?”

Shanks could only chuckle in despair, nursing a tall glass of a water like he wasn’t thirsty at all. On top of everything, he leaned against the door frame leading into his quarters with a sway that is just too uncoordinated to be careless. He’s completely and utterly wasted… like he most often is, that fool!

“Ah, my dearest personal nurse. Come in, come in. You can sit… uh… here? Sit wherever you like! Are you going to feed me now?”

...This guy, he always did this! His bedroom looked like a total mess. Sure, you haven’t seen a harbour in two months, which means your supplies were dwindling, which means that everyone was going a little insane, but Shanks was always the most ridiculous. He’s a social butterfly that craves attention, so as soon as he cannot distract himself with strangers, he’s totally trying it on you. It’s become a habit at this point.

“I’m not a nurse, Captain. And you’re not that old to warrant a personal one yet, Sir.”

“Oh~ You wound me!”, he dramatically touched his chest with his sole hand before fiddling with his black coat, “And I thought we had something special. Once again, you let this poor man suffer. Worst thing is that I let you –…”

“–because you love me?”, you interrupted, chuckling disapprovingly.

“–because I love you!”, he echoed immediately.

You sighed. Stupid Shanks. Stupid Benn for making you do this in the first place. Stupid crew for laughing at you when you whipped up some leftovers with a groan. They knew you had a compulsion to take care of everybody on this ship, especially when you’ve been at sea for too long. You liked to keep yourself busy; you were meant to be a free adventurer, not watch Yasopp lose a game of cards for the sixtieth time or sort potatoes in the ship’s hold because most of the unsused ones were sprouting by now…

You hummed, looking away from Shanks as he dug into his food. You instead stole glances around his room, ignoring all the laundry that ended up on the floor. This was someone else’s problem, clearly – you had your own forgotten hamper shoved into the back of your closet to deal with. Once you see a glimpse of freshwater, it’s going to be over for you – you’ll be scrubbing your clothes until you hands are raw and bloodied.

But something else caught your eye.

“It’s actually so sweet that you put up Luffy’s poster over your desk.” You smiled genuinely, remembering how fondly Shanks talked about his little friend from Foosha Village all those years ago. You hadn’t been a part of the crew then – you were far too young to be a pirate at that point, even if you already dreamt of travelling the world. The others frequently talked about it, though.

“W-well! That… that’s because-” The captain almost choked on the kale you gave him, opting for something light and healthy to help with his hangover.

“You’re a great man, Captain.”

Shanks blushed bright red, trying to dismiss your comment with his flailing arm and shy giggles. His legs shifted around under him, which means that the food was just inches away from spilling all over his bed. You just ignored him, knowing that he wasn’t serious. He wasn’t ever serious, he was fun – that’s why you admired him so much. He took all of your anxieties about sailing away since he was so reliable; you owe him so much.

“I still remember it clearly,” you sighed longingly, looking out of the only window in the room that was partially covered by curtains, “Mihawk looked like a man on a mission – the scouts were so scared! But all he did was deliver good news – the best news we got all week at the time. Hope I can meet this Luffy soon; he’s so cute – he’s smiling so brightly in his picture! He must be so happy to be a rookie pirate. Quite the bounty for a rookie, really impressive. I’d love to talk to Luffy, get to know him… see what makes him so special. Nobody should be this cute when they’re so strong!”

“…I don’t think it would be a good idea to meet Luffy, darling.”

“And why’s that, Shanks?”, you replied sarcastically, thinking he was trying to tease you. He was so predictable!

“Because you’re mine, love. Don’t forget it, m’kay?”

...Oh.

Your heart stopped beating for a moment, but Shanks was just playing. He was a shameless flirt, that’s how he got ‘em every time. Ha, two can play that game!

“I… I’d never leave, Shanks. Here to dote on you for life.”

“Good.”, he said, no hesitation in his voice. And, worst of all, he looked really serious about it.

He started eating again, visibly happy. Giddy. That blush of his still hasn't died down. You stayed silent.

…So… Is neither of you going to address this now?!

SABO

8.5/10

“So… this is where it all began, the heart of the revolution. I must admit, it’s more peaceful than I thought… I was expecting oppression and civil war, not… this.”, you mused, petting a bunch of cows as you fed them hay nearby a farm just outside of Foosha Village.

You were here on a spy mission alongside some trusted revolutionaries. Well, you and a certain someone were crazy enough to travel through half the island because it was easier to navigate from East to West, even if your fellow commanders thought the idea was bonkers. You weren’t that high up the ladder, which meant you had a supervisor with you. Someone… who took this mission without a second thought, really eager to see his home once again.

“Well, I can’t promise civil war, but you’re in for a lot of crimes against humanity and a caste system that rivals that of the Red Line once we're within city walls. We’ll just have to climb that mountain there and traverse the Midway Forest until we’re at Gray Terminal. Maybe we’ll climb the walls during the night to be quicker, but we’d have to check for guards first! So we will sleep in the forest. I know just the place! Uh… if it’s still there. I would need to see it first. It’s only going to take-”

Sabo rambled on and on, his expression unusually happy. He hated talking about injustice, but he did love this place. It was clear to anyone that the thought of reigniting lost childhood memories excited him.

He didn’t even notice that he was standing too close to the fence.

“They’re eating your coat, Sabo.”

“W-wah!”, he shrieked, tearing the fabric away from the hungry cattle. He wore an angry grimace, but couldn’t be too mad at them for too long, choosing to pet them alongside you.

Sabo was frighteningly competent for someone so young. Sure, he knew this place like the back of his hand – even if some things had changed – and confidently trod through the muddy paths leading up the mountain all while avoiding groups of bandits whose locations he was strangely familiar with. All the rain that had crashed down the mountain landed in the freshwater rivers near the villages you passed through, which meant everything was surprisingly humid and – despite all the physical ability your boss put you through, it was getting cold once the sun set.

“Are you cold? You can have my coat.” Sabo, thoughtful as ever, enquired. Even though his head was still facing forward, he noticed your discomfort.

“Oh, thanks, but-”

“Here.”

“…Thank you, Sabo.”, you accepted his offer because he had already taken it off…

Sabo took care of his people without putting a moment of thought into his actions. He was protective like that, had a heart made of pure gold. Maybe that’s why he became a revolutionary – it was simply his calling. He would have ended up in this place no matter what. He couldn’t stand the sight of the privileged taking advantage of the marginalised. To him, it was a disgusting display of sin – one that deserved to be felled.

Taking care of others was the right thing to do, but he always took it up a notch when it came to you. Always a tad bit too touchy, always a tad bit too possessive.

“Oh, this is quite the cliff. Come here, take my hand. Hold onto me, and step very carefully. I'll be your guide.”

You tried following his instructions, but you weren’t used to being so close to him. The army didn’t prepare you for this at all!

“Great job!”

It really wasn’t, but Sabo made anyone feel appreciated with his smile. That trait of his took up almost as much space in his heart as his moral compass did.

"You, too!", you replied, smiling, "Thanks for all the help."

"A-ah!", he exclaimed nervously, hiding his face from you, "It's fine. You did most of the sailing, now I have to pull my weight, okay?"

Sabo was a great guy. Maybe too great, because he made you... think. His words - surely he meant them platonically - were... so sweet, all the time.

“You trust me so easily, being with you is so natural...”, he chuckled, looking back at you while trying to hide his smile, “Makes me feel… really special, you know?”

He had some nerve… saying that after he almost made your heart leap out of your chest by pulling you in by the small of your back, helping you cross a tiny canyon… smiling at you like you were the love of his life.

MARCO

7/10

As a ship doctor, Marco had a keen eye for spotting anyone’s ailments. Whatever burdens plagued the crew, he was there to set it straight. You knew that he was attentive and relentless in his care for others, never truly letting up. He always claimed that it was to avoid work – if more people ended up in the med bay, he’d start a riot all by himself, but you knew that it was just who he was.

With such a large crew, he was always busy. You’ve seen him reset dislocated joints countless times, wipe copious amounts of blood off his hands just after rudimentary emergency surgery and make up medical treatment on the go with the little supplies they had…

You thought bothering him with your silly problems would just take some necessary resources away from others. You knew that it wasn’t exactly right to let any problem fester, but you didn’t want anyone other than calm, collected Marco to know about it. You don’t want to seem weak; you were capable and independent, a pirate with a high bounty yourself…

But you didn’t know that Marco had already sniffed you out, eyes always on you.

You were dealing with nightly troubles due to heightened anxiety for seemingly no reason. It was frustrating. This was just your life now, you realised.

You hadn’t been sleeping at all that night, and you knew that it was futile at this point. You knew your body – this was just torture at this point.

Getting up was the worst. You were exhausted enough to feel like the weight of the world rested on your shoulders but, at the same time, worried too much to truly be at peace with yourself.

As soon as you stepped into the empty kitchen to drink some coffee from the day before – yuck – you felt a presence graze your back. Your heart rate kicked into overdrive, adrenaline flowing through your veins and erasing any traces of desperate need for sleep. You probably looked a mess too, but who would be-

“Marco?!”

“I’ve been waiting for you, yoi.”

His tone was stern, but not accusatory. You knew exactly what he meant. Of course he’d been watching, of course he noticed! Those eye bags were probably getting obvious by now, how in the world did you think you could fool someone as intelligent as Marco?!

Instead of the med bay, though, he took you to his room. It smelled like lavender – oh, he’d set up incense. How… nice…

“Drink this.”, he said dryly, handing a mug.

Without even looking at its contents, you took a sip. It was warm milk and honey. The temperature was perfect and warmed you from the inside.

“Marco, I’m sorry I didn’t co-”

“I don’t want to hear it. You’re here now.”, he countered, gesturing towards a plush chair he’d probably stolen from another commander’s room…

You sat down, facing him with shame dancing in your eyes. Though he implied that you shouldn’t worry about it, you felt like a child caught with their hand still stuck inside the cookie jar.

“You can take my bed. I will be here, waiting. Might read a book, but feel free to interrupt anytime. We don’t have to talk, but I won’t leave you.”

…You nodded, smiling ever so slightly. That was beyond kind of him. He was such a good person. You knew that one night of this wouldn’t cure you immediately, but… well, you would definitely come to him with your burdens from now on. You… respected him, just like he respected you by speaking to you in private about this instead of having the crew around.

You were still in your sleepwear, so you got under the covers and stared at Marco, who suddenly hovered above you.

“I hope you’ll sleep well. Again, I’m here. I will be here. You are safe with me.”

With those words, he blew out the candles on his bedside table, giving you one last look before he retreated into a corner of the room where the moonlight shone through.

You turned around, laying on your side. The bed smelled like him – well, of course it did. It was his bed! But you never noticed how pleasant it was. You never noticed that Marco had been watching you, a consistent presence in your life. You never noticed that there was someone who was there… unconditionally.

You were suddenly very nervous for a different reason. Worst of all: you absolutely couldn’t tell Marco about this one either!

COUNTERPART POST - One Piece: Clueless and Clumsy

#fem reader #one piece #one piece fluff #one piece x reader #op x reader #benn beckman x reader #beckman x reader #shanks x reader #sabo x reader #marco x reader #x reader #thetrasha writes

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strwberri-milk · 2 days ago

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at home

|| Dick Grayson x Reader || Fluff || 1 522 Words ||

a/n - this is my bday fic uhh i just love dick grayson my affection for him came back in full force this year for some reason and its maybe not like the most amazing in chracter fic for him but i promise ive read a lot about him i just wanted a purely fluffy piece :(( ive got a few more things w him but his voice isnt quite yet perfectly solid in my head

The days always crawled by slowly whenever Dick wasn’t home.

It’s not like you two lived together or anything. You also worked hard not to be fully codependent despite both of you having slightly clingy tendencies that were only unable to come to fruition in thanks to Dick’s incredibly hectic schedule.

You thought you’d grow used to it by now, but you never really truly did.

After all, if you had you wouldn’t find yourself buried deep in the closet of his slightly shitty apartment, laying on some makeshift nest comprised of the sheets that sorta still smell like him wrapped around your body.

You doze off a bit, clinging to a pillow that wears his shirt. The coolness of his cologne rests against your cheek and you ignore the slightly acrid taste in your mouth in favour of having the idea of him wrapped around you again. You’re so caught up in your daydreaming that you don’t hear the door to his apartment open, nor do you realise he’s too tired to notice that the pair of shoes sitting in the foyer are yours. He creeps up the stairs silently, Escrima sticks in hand, only putting them away when he sees the mess of blankets on the ground.

For a moment, his heart stops. He thinks something’s wrong, that you came in to find him and instead found yourself face to face with someone who wanted you dead. It’s not until he sees the easy way your chest rises and falls, how relaxed you look in your little cocoon that he exhales softly.

A shadow falls over your body as you look up, Dick now looming over you as his bright blue eyes focus on you laid across the floor of his bedroom like it’s a luxury mattress.

“…comfy down there?” he asks after a minute, the softest hint of a laugh in his voice.

“Yeah,” you mumble in response, turning to bury your face in the pillow.

Dick tries not to look too offended as you seem far too comfortable snubbing his actual real moving up and down chest in favour of whatever contraption you’ve got set up inside his closet.

“What are you trying to do?”

You ignore him as he crouches down to get at eye level with you, chuckling a bit at his slight wince and the way his joints sound clicking into place.

“Ha. You’re getting fucking old,” you taunt as he lightly flicks you wherever he can reach.

“I literally just got home. What did I do to deserve that?” he asks petulantly.

It takes him another moment before he decides to see what all the fuss is about, laying on the ground next to you. Unlike you however, he has none of the amenities you’d acquired – stolen – from his bed. You look at him out of the corner of your eye as he just lays there for a bit, turning his face to look at you with half a grin.

“I don’t get it. Why are we both down here?”

You don’t reply to him, simply taking in the way he looks finally being here with you. Your eyes slowly trail over his face, catching the way his freckles are disappearing into his tanned skin since it’s not very sunny outside, the way his dimple is fighting for its life right now as he pretends he isn’t wanting to grin like a madman from just seeing you. Subtly, you begin shifting to lay down on your side, continuing to observe him.

You also don’t want to open your mouth, afraid to admit that this was the best way you were able to feel his presence whenever he left for long periods of time. His closet would always vaguely smell like him and as long as you made a nest to lay down on it really wasn’t all that bad. He watches you curiously, mirth filling his eyes as he watches you settle.

“I think I’m missing something,” he muses, something filling his voice and you know it’s not good.

You squeal out loud when he suddenly reaches an arm out and grabs you, pulling you into his chest tightly. The sheets drag along the small, cramped space of the floor as he buries his nose into your neck. After a moment, he starts taking comedically deep breaths as he gnaws on your shoulder in way that’s clearly not meant to be sexy.

“There. Much better,” he says when he’s satisfied with whatever he’s done to you, sighing happily as his leg hooks over your hip to keep your back in place against his chest.

“Dick stop it – Dick - oh my god-“

You make another noise of surprise when his hands slide under your shirt, hands resting against the planes of your chest as his thumbs keep themselves busy by circling on your skin. You try to fight his grip but it’s totally no use, Dick’s strength always impossible for you to fight out of.

“Quit squirming,” he mumbles, biting the back of your neck.

“I’m trying to get comfortable. You’re moving too much.”

He continues to manhandle you into place, ignoring the way you yelp and laugh as he does, finally satisfied when he’s got you pressed up against him as tight as he can possibly get you. His leg slots itself between both of yours, the thick muscle of his thigh pressing right up against your core. His arms are holding you so tightly against his chest you would think he’s restricting your airflow but somehow, he’s got you at a perfect medium.

“Done now?” you ask when he finally stops moving around, his breathing beginning to even out against you.

“Done,” he mumbles, now busying himself with pressing kisses to the bites he left earlier.

“Now, are you going to tell me what we’re doing on the floor of my closet?”

You let his words sit in the air for a bit, half heartedly shrugging before you decide to come clean.

“I missed you,” you say simply, hoping it’ll be enough to sate his curiosity.

“Ah. So, you missed me so much you wanted to become a part of my floorboards? I don’t think that’s quite how it works,” he teases, lightly squishing you a bit.

You’d rather him think that was the truth, barely nodding as you bury your face into the pillows. Dick can tell immediately that you’re trying to hide something from him and he’s not very happy about it, sighing softly.

“C’mon,” he coaxes, thumbs rubbing circles against your skin.

“Tell good ol’ Dick what’s wrong. Promise I won’t make fun of you.”

“Say that again and I’m breaking up with you,” you retort, elbowing him somewhere and feeling satisfied when he lets out a sharp noise of pain.

“Baby. I bruised my ribs,” he whines.

“Oh. Sorry.”

“You don’t sound it,” he replies, the pout quite obvious in his voice.

You take a moment, letting Dick continue to wine before you cut him off.

“Your closet smells like you. That’s why I’m here.”

He falls silent, the words settling against him. He’s equal parts flattered and upset that this is what you resort to in his absence, trying to figure out exactly what to say to you.

“’m sorry for being gone for so long,” he decides on after a bit, nuzzling against your skin.

“I know you understand, and you’ve been much more accommodating than you need to be. Just know I think about you every day whenever I’m away from you. Really,” he mumbles against you.

“I love you. More than anything. You make everything I go through worth it.”

“I know you do. I love you too. That’s why I miss you so much,” you reply, finally turning to face him.

He looks at you so earnestly, the fatigue in his eyes still there but somehow duller in the light of his love for you. His hand comes up to cup your face tenderly, rough pads of his fingers gently running along your cheekbone.

“You should just move in,” he suggests, shrugging.

You raise a brow, his tone far too casual for such a loaded suggestion. If you didn’t know him better, you wouldn’t see the light dusting of pink along the bridge of his nose or how his ears are turning a pretty red. He somehow still manages to keep his eyes on yours, an incredibly soft look in them.

“You wouldn’t have to break into my apartment then. And you’d see me as soon as I return home. Home doesn’t mean much to me anyway. It never was a place,” he mumbles lowly, nose pressed against yours.

You roll your eyes, knowing that Dick’s about to break out some cheesy line to romance you. You also know that it really doesn’t matter – you’re going to fully fall for it anyway.

“Home is wherever the heart is you know. And I’ve pretty much torn mine out of my chest and thrown it at you the second you batted your eyelashes at me,” he grins, pulling you in impossibly closer to press a kiss to your lips.

#dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #dc x reader #dc comics x reader

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competitioneddie · 3 days ago

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As someone who genuinely likes Tommy as a character specifically because he's so flawed and morally questionable, points 3 and 8 are so so valid.

Maybe everything else makes Tommy a bad person but doesn't directly affect Buck as long as he doesn't find out about Tommy's past or sees him acting out his bigoted beliefs. He can be oblivious to everything else, but 3 and 8 stand out as a bad romantic match.

Tommy is valid for not wanting to deal with Buck's possible internalised homophobia and having to stand on the sidelines as Buck comes out to everyone, he might be triggered because he didn't get to come out safely or he might be scared that this is just a trial run for a baby bi man, which is a fucking valid fear starting a relationship!!! But there are oceans between being afraid and having quite literally no faith in the relationship you're entering. Don't do that to yourself baby, pace yourself a bit and start out as a casual thing and see where it goes, cut your losses if it really doesn't work but be emotionally available to the other person and tell them the reason, allow them to know and do what they want with the knowledge. It's clearly not the case with Buck because it has been pointed out endlessly that Tommy isn't the landing place for Buck, but someone else might see your struggle and want to put in the work to make you feel confident in your relationship, don't doom yourself Tommy!

And as for 8, this is such a stark contrast with Eddie who took one look at Buck after the breakup and said you know what, my basketball buddie is not that important to me, Buck's my best friend and I'm gonna ditch Tommy's ass for hurting him. Tommy was positively ecstatic that Eddie had left. That's so mean and not romantic in the least, if you love someone you can't be so openly happy that their best friend left temporarily and surreptitiously reinforce Buck's fear that Eddie's gone forever, no matter how jealous you were of their relationship. Sure, you can have that knee-jerk reaction, but at some point you've gotta learn to keep it in check because it's not healthy to think of your partner in terms of a prize. There is no competition, either Buck loves Eddie romantically or he doesn't, and even if he does it's not about who scores more brownie points. It's ultimately up to Buck and if pressed he would probably choose Tommy in a misguided attempt to make it work to prove that he's not unlovable, which sucks for Tommy same as it sucked for Taylor, but I truly honestly think he would never ever go for Eddie unless Eddie made the first move. Buck treats their friendship like it's this very fragile thing that will startle and break if he looks at it funny. He would never risk it. Tommy doesn't deserve to be in that kind of relationship and ultimately I think he was smart to break things off with Buck, but they're so ill fitting as a couple because they really can't get past Eddie. Someone else might look the other way but because Tommy knows Eddie and maybe suspects he's not as straight as Buck thinks, he's always going to fear that romantic potential and that's unfair to himself first, to Buck, Eddie, and to Eddie's potential partner.

Is Eddie perfect? Hell no, but he pushed for Buck and Tommy to get together, and once confronted with Tommy being gone, he felt for Buck, put aside his ONE (1) instance of joy and sat there in silence for his best friend who'd been dumped by someone Eddie for once liked, and thought quietly to himself, how can I best support Buck through his breakup and not enable him to get back together with someone who, from my side of things, doesn't seem interested in the kind of long term partnership Buck craves? That's a friendly thing to do and if Tommy can't see past that, that's on Tommy until Eddie has some kind of sexuality realisation that makes it undeniable that he's been sabotaging Buck's relationships. There is so far no canon evidence to believe that Eddie is after Buck romantically, yet the only instance where that is canonically touched on is in the context of Tommy's up to that point unfounded jealousy and suspicion. Tommy is the one making buddie canon in his head.

If Tommy loved Buck and wanted to make things work, he'd have expressed his fears about Eddie at the very least, or reasoned with himself that there is no reason to see Eddie as competition, and he would've supported Buck through Eddie's departure instead of rubbing salt on that particular wound. The point is Tommy doesn't want to make things work unless they're low effort which is very valid and understandandable for a man in his 40s who came out later in life and has experienced the kind of solid, loving relationship he wants. He's repeating Buck's mistakes of craving intimacy and speedrunning through a relationship with shaky foundations and to his credit, Tommy at least has the insight to notice this and end it before Buck gets more attached.

The thing is, and I think this doesn't get touched on enough, that Tommy and Abby worked for such a long time because they were friends too, and Tommy can see all of that potential for Buck and Eddie and be adult enough to step aside when he becomes aware that he will never be able to look past that and trust Buck and Eddie not to wreck Tommy's relationship with Buck.

okay in tommy hater era because here is a list of reasons i hate him

1: racist.

2: even if you dont acknowledge that he himself was racist, his complacency in the system that othered women, queer people, and people of color, despite the fact that doing so might have kept himself safe. we also never see him apologizing for the way that he treated them.

3: refusing to give a closeted bisexual man the LITTLEST bit of understanding for not immediately being ready to come out to his best friend once he had his gay awakening.

4: that entire deleted scene where henren very clearly DONT fw tommy #standwithlesbians

5: that very same deleted scene where tommy refused to reveal his intentions with buck implying that tommys intention with buck was ALWAYS going to be breaking up with him, because he never had any real intentions with him.

6: the whole daddy issues scene. like that is an INSANE joke to make a) with a man you are not that close with and do not know his personal relationship with his father b) DURING A SERIOUS CONVERSATION c) ESPECIALLY considering bucks issues with his father

7: the entire breakup. tommy not telling buck the real reason he was breaking up with him (viewing his best friend as competition) and instead leaving him confused and alone because he couldnt handle buck and eddies relationship.

8: actively adding on to bucks anxiety about eddie never returning by treating eddie like he was gone (competition being 'out of the way' = not there anymore) and treating the departure of bucks closest friend as a positive thing just because it could mean something for their relationship.

9: CALLING BUCK EVAN. DESPITE THE FACT THAT NOBODY CALLED BUCK EVAN, THAT BUCK WAS HIS PREFERRED NAME, THAT ONLY PEOPLE THAT BUCK WAS CLOSE WITH WERE ALLOWED TO CALL HIM THAT. HE TOOK THAT SYMBOL OF CLOSENESS AND TURNED IT INTO A FUCKING LIKE RELATIONSHIP 'NICKNAME'

10: i just dont like him. i never got what buck thought was so cool about him (besides the fact that all of the traits he found cool he shared with eddie)

#911 #911 abc #evan buckley #eddie diaz #anti tommy kinard #anti bucktommy

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jubri-writes · 2 days ago

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Betrayal ⌚️

König x female!reader, unestablished relationship, reader is a civilian KorTac employee, fluff

Summary: König got himself one of those fancy sports smart watches after one of the other KorTac guys kept recommending it. Now he realises the thing has more functions than he initially thought.

Cw: anxiety mentioned

{author’s note: I write mostly x female/afab simply because that‘s my perspective and so it‘s easier for me. If you want x trans/male/gn or others, please tell me and I‘ll give it a shot, no promises on the quality though lol.}

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Every. Single. Meeting. Heart rate optimised training here, VO2max stats there. Sleep quality. GPS capabilities. Integrated solar panel in the screen. Popov simply wouldn’t shut up about his new smart watch.

König didn’t even know what that V… O… whatever was; had to google it that afternoon after he got back to his office. Initially, this had all seemed unnecessary to him. Just another useless gadget, just another digital distraction. But then, Popov, who‘d been the company’s most notorious pencil pusher, ran a half marathon. And in a good time too. Yes, the man had been in the service long enough, had been a good operative in his younger years, but now? With him pushing 60 and that unmistakable gut that always threatened to break out of his uniform, no one had expected it. Although… the more König thought about it, Popov‘s gut seemed to be getting smaller and smaller too.

König ordered himself the exact same smart watch model the following weekend. The results were speaking for themselves, right? Besides, he barely ever treated himself to anything besides peanut butter protein bars and new gear. The watch arrived a couple of days later.

Now, two weeks in, he‘s slowly getting the hang of it. He was already fit to begin with, but still — König‘s runs get easier and longer, his VO2max is nine points ahead of Popov‘s, hell, he even takes his sleep more seriously. The gamification is working, he thinks begrudgingly as he‘s checking his stats one morning. He doesn’t even know all of the watch‘s functions yet, there’s simply too many menus and not enough time to watch YouTube tutorials for every one of them. So far, he‘s getting by just fine with the basics.

A knock on his door makes him look up. He calls for whoever it is to come in, the door opens and around the corner peeks… you. He‘s seen you before, on a small photo he quickly forgot about again, in some unimportant e-mail concerning new KorTac finance employees and a closed-due-to-maintenance printer room. But now... Scheiße.

He‘s holding his breath, he realises, and forces himself to exhale. You‘re pretty in real life, really pretty, and that‘s making him nervous. He swallows, feels his hands starting to sweat, bites his lip underneath the sniper hood. It‘s been a while since his social anxiety acted up, but now it seems to hit him like a ton of bricks. Talking to the other people at the PMC, soldiers or civilians — no problem, not for a long time. Extracting an asset from a war zone with bullets whirring past his head and grenades going off left, right and center— easy. Piece of cake. But you? Right now? With that warm smile and that slightly messy hairdo and the light coming from the window just right, making your skin glow like that? He‘s done for. He was never good at talking to women to begin with, but this — this is torture.

Finally, he manages a much too creaky "How can I help you?" and you step closer and introduce yourself. König tries to take deep breaths as you explain why you‘re here, but he has trouble focusing. Something about damaged gear? Write offs? Balance sheets? Some form he signed? God, you’re smart too, aren’t you? He certainly is no longer following. And then you hand him the clipboard, his fingers brush against yours for the briefest of moments…

Beep. Beep. Beep.

He stares at his wrist, where his watch is vibrating, beeping, blinking. On the display, there’s a message.

Abnormally high heart rate detected

Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit. Verdammt. König quickly drops the clipboard onto his desk; pushes one of the buttons, then another one, until the message is gone and the damn thing stops making a scene. A few seconds tick by. He clears his throat and grabs the clipboard again. Signs his name where you indicate. Hands it back to you. Keeps his gaze down until you thank him.

When he looks up, you‘re still smiling, eyes crinkling slightly at the corners. You point to his watch. Please don’t make fun of me, he thinks, already bracing for yet another conversation with a pretty woman going south thanks to his anxiety.

"Always happens to me too when I see those numbers", you say as you roll your eyes playfully. There’s no malice in your demeanour, no ill intentions. And before he knows it, he laughs at your joke. Just a little, just for a moment, but it is genuine.

Once you‘re gone, König pulls up the KorTac regs on his computer. Turns out, he can ask you out without risking his job. But when he does, he thinks, he‘ll make sure not to wear that traitorous watch.

#könig cod #cod #call of duty #könig call of duty #könig x reader #könig mw2 #könig x you #fluff

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wordsofelie · 2 days ago

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🍧just like that

bokuto koutarou x f!reader

words count: 1.2k

When you first met Bokuto, he was a teenager. Loud, awkward around girls, convinced he could win a fight against a bear if it came down to it. The kind that devoured bowls of rice bigger than his stomach and laughed like he was the only one in the room.

Still, you fell in love with him. It was in the way he was too honest with his emotions. In the way he treated strangers like friends and teammates like family. In the way he saw the world—great, kind, infinite.

You started dating in the final semester of your last year of high school. He asked you out on the festival day.

“I like your hair like that.” He declared out of the blue even though you were carrying heavy boxes. Your hair was up in a ponytail, and there was sweat dripping from your forehead. Your heart skipped a beat, and at this moment, you knew that if you turned him down, you would regret it for the rest of your life.

He left for Osaka a few months after, while you stayed in Tokyo. Long distance was never a problem, not when the person on the other end always made sure to finish his calls with sweet words and loud ‘I love yous’. Despite starting his professional career and becoming a promising player, Bokuto was the best boyfriend you could ask for.

Ten years have passed since then.

There have been highs and lows for sure, but nothing dramatic. You remember a few mismatched expectations, a handful of miscommunications, but that’s all. You moved in together two years ago and, for the most part, it had been easy. Soft. Full of delicious meals, long mornings in bed, shared clothes, and the certainty that this is what you want forever.

Simply perfect. Well—except for the past month.

You can’t say when or even how it started. Maybe it was your new job that drained you more than you expected. Or maybe it was Bokuto’s frustration after losing the world championship. Or maybe it was both.

Usually, you’d say you were each other’s anchors. Steady and always together. But lately, you’ve felt like you were tugging away, and at times you even wondered if you weren’t going in complete different directions.

You never imagined you'd really fight with Bokuto one day. Yes, he could be clumsy—mixing whites and colours in the laundry, deleting tax emails by mistake, showing up an hour late to medical appointments (even though you wrote it down on the fridge in bright letters!). But those things meant nothing compared to all the joy he gave you; those could even be endearing.

But what happened today wasn’t endearing.

You snapped for something you can’t even pinpoint now. He yelled back. You called him an asshole, and he slammed the front door on his way out.

You waited for him to come back only to find yourself alone for the last four or five hours. Tonight’s meal has turned cold, and you miss him now.

You’ve never gone this long without fixing things. The only times you didn’t hear from him for more than an hour were when he was having a game, or when he was on the plane. Never because you were mad at each other.

You don’t realise you’ve bitten your lips so much, your mouth tastes like metal. You’re slumped on the couch in his hoodie with a melting tub of ice cream on the coffee table. A thought goes through your mind, telling you how cliché and desperate you must look. It’s almost laughable. You’re even watching some k-drama about a girl chasing her childhood friend who doesn’t know she loves him.

“She should have told him,” you groan at the TV like an old lady getting angry at the news. “Before he left.”

You think you might cry at some point, for the fight or the silence or the fatigue that you have both been enduring. And you regret every word you said to him. Gosh, if only you could rewind the last hours. You never used to be so vulnerable, so raw with your feelings. You were the kind to keep everything locked tight, but Bokuto cracked you open over the years—gently, patiently. How are you supposed to feel better without him?

The door opens and it startles you.

You fumble for the remote to turn off the TV, but in the rush, you knock over your tub of ice cream. It drips down your jumper.

“Shit,” you whisper, pressing a hand to the stain.

“Oh—wait, I’ll…find something.” Bokuto’s voice sounds like he has been crying.

He kicks off his shoes and disappears into the kitchen. You hear the clatter of a drawer, the rush of the tap, then his hurried footsteps as he returns with a sponge.

He drops to his knees beside you. You catch a trail of waterdrops behind him, following the path he took. The sponge is the wrong one—this one is meant for scrubbing dishes, not cotton—but you don’t correct him. You just watch the way his hands tremble slightly, how his brows pull together in worry.

“It’s fine now Kou,” you tell him.

You pull the jumper over your head and toss it aside. He tries not to look at you, but fails. His cheeks turn red at your almost bare chest. You find it cute, the fact that, after nearly a decade, he still gets flustered like it’s your first summer together.

You’re not sure if you want to laugh or cry again.

So instead, you clear your throat, and he finally lifts his head to meet your eyes.

One of you has to talk first, yet you can’t seem to collect your thoughts to form a sentence, an apology. You feel stupid, so immature. How do people usually make up with each other? How do they regain one’s trust? And how are you supposed to show him how much he matters to you when you’ve let him down. All of a sudden, everything seems incredibly complex, too complicated—

“I like your hair like that,” he admits.

Your brain stops. The sentence is all it takes for your muscles to release. You move an inch towards him and fall into his arms; he steadies himself, and hugs you back—tight and warmly. His hand finds the back of your head, burying into your hair (messy, up in a quickly made ponytail).

“I’m sorry for calling you an asshole,” you whisper.

“And I’m sorry for leaving,” he says as he presses his lips to your temple. “I don’t ever want to leave like that again.”

“You better not,” you murmur with a pout.

Of course, making up with him is that simple. That evident. Like it’s always with him. How could you forget?

“What were you watching?” He asks after a few minutes.

You try to act as if you weren’t hooked on the series, as if you hadn’t been binge-watching the entire season. “Ahh… just some stupid k-drama.”

He reaches for the remote to turn it on again, “I’ll watch with you.”

“Wait, I’ll go warm up the food first.”

He smiles, and you kiss the corner of his lips. Just like that.

a/n: i went to ed sheeran concert and the song tenerife sea inspired me haha

#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #bokuto fanfic #bokuto kotaro #haikyuu bokuto #bokuto x you #bokuto x reader #bokuto x y/n #bokuto koutarou x you #bokuto koutarou x reader #bokuto kotaro x reader #bokuto koutarou x y/n #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu fluff #bokuto fluff

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worshipmyruin · 1 day ago

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i loved your pre-crash van headcanons! do you have any post-crash (in the wilderness) ones?

yes!!^^ ty for my first request <33

Van Palmer Wilderness (season 1) Headcanons <33

(nsfw under the cut)

sfw

Van palmer who thinks about you when she’s about to die in the crash :( desperately searching for you afterwards, even if you’re together (or not) she’s still clinging onto you like some Koala. She’s never letting go again. She pulls you away from the wreckage and gives you the quickest, most emotional kiss you've ever had. And it means the world to you.

Van who is the most spiteful person you know. Especially when it came to Jackie and her abandonment. You tell her it was survival, she brushes it off. “It was fucking Jackie, that’s what it was.”

the first night, Van clings onto you like second skin. It just hurts her to even think of you leaving her at all. She tells you stories, trying to distract you from the impending doom unleashed on all of you.

Van who holds your hand during the séance, freaked the fuck out when Lottie starts speaking French and instinctively pushes you behind her, protecting you from what? She doesn't quite know. She just needs you safe.

The only sense of normality you both have is each other, and Van won't lose you out there. Ever.

Van who knows she's in love with you because you killed a fucking wolf to save her life, and that's the most romantic thing anyone has done, like, ever.

Carrying her body all the way from the attack to the cabin, soaked in her blood and your own tears, whispering to her how she's gonna be fine. Because she will be. She can't leave you.

You being snippy with everyone around you during the tense atmosphere of the cabin when anyone says something remotely negative. "Don't fucking say that." Van can definitely here you, and it's enough encouragement for her to have a half mangled grin. Even in pain, she still loves how mean you can get.

after the attack, she's cold and cut off. No attempts to even engage with you. Barely gives you a second look. You know it's because you're hurting but it hurts you too. Seeing her all brooding against a tree.

Eventually having enough of it and just sitting down next to her. No words, no eye contact, just solidarity and truth.

"Why are you here?" "Because I love you, Van."

Laura lee's death really impacted Van. You were her crutch, metaphorically and literally. The way she'd sobbed into your shoulder, you didn't even realise they were close. Such different people being childhood best friends was hard to imagine, but you held her through it.

Doomcoming!Van being soooo clingy. Constantly clutching onto your arm like she'll drop dead if she's not latched onto you. It's cute, really.

Van who constantly blushes from your compliments. Sure, she's used to you calling her handsome and cute and all that, but when she feels like she's a freak? A face carved with her past? It's just what she needs, and she loves you for it.

Coming out to everyone at doomcoming! Just full on dragging her into the middle, softly clasping her face with your hands, her mask askew and her face so perfect. Lips parted, practically staring at you. You look around at all your friends before placing the softest kiss on Van's lips, one that makes her heart stop for a good minute.

"Did you just-?" "I did. What? You got a problem, Palmer?"

her life, at that point, seems like a fucked up horror movie with a sub-plot of you. Her heart beats for you, and each time she comes close to death it really does seem like she's living for you.

The aftermath of doomcoming... grumpy Van on another level. Just sooo fucked up from shrooms she barely remembers what happened, what she does remember is the way you held her. The way your eyes just filled with awe when she took off her mask.

Van who admires the way you hold yourself together around everyone, the way you take leadership. And it's sure as hell shown when Jackie dies.

nsfw

Van who is so sexually frustrated because there is 0 privacy in the wilderness. She's practically staring at you the whole time, imaging your axe-clutched hands wrapped around her neck, or your wood wielding thighs clutching her head closer to your cunt. She needs you, and it's getting bad.

Van who finds the lake and does that goofy grin, not just because they've found water, but because she's gonna see you practically naked in the lake. She's going absolutely feral when she sees you rip off your clothes and run into the water to join her.

Van lifting you up in her hands which coincidentally fall on your ass! Funny that. If anyone sees she just plays it off as an accident. "My hand slipped! I swear!"

ughhhh, Van who drools at the sight of your hardened nipples through your thin bra. It's not like Van to stare (lie), but when they're just staring at her. It's taking everything in her to not push you up against a rock and hump you till she cums all over your leg :)

FINALLY GETTING PRIVACY!!!

Van subtly suggesting you should take her with you when you go hunting just for fun! Sweet, innocent fun!

yeah, right.

you're two steps into the crash site before you're being pushed down onto one of the chairs, straddled with Van's lips crowding yours, desperately grasping at your tits.

"Take your shirt off. Been too long..."

And that SMIRK she does... Such a fucking nerd. Your nerd.

you willingly oblige, because if Van Palmer told you to take off your shirt, who are you to deny her?

She's hungry in more ways than one, and that's definitely shown in the way her tongue laps circles around your nipples, slowly bringing them to harden before pulling back with a soft pop.

Immediately grinding against each other, zipping each others jeans down and somehow ending up on the floor.

Van who lovessss when you get all dominant on her. She'll whimper and beg for you to let her touch you. When you deny her she whines about how 'good you are' and how she 'needs to fuck you so bad.'

Van who moans when you pin her arms down, denying her everything she wants. Those big eyes staring up at you, ginger hair stuck to her forehead, her boxers sticking uncomfortably to her.

TEASING VAN OVER HER BOXERS!!!

slowly licking a strip down the fold of her cunt, feeling how wet she is through the fabric. Sucking lightly to taste as much as her as you can without letting her cummmmmm.

if there's one thing I know about Vanessa Anne Palmer, it's that she's LOUD. She's the main reason you could barely do anything, there's no way (even in semi-privacy) that Van would be able to keep herself quiet. Even if she was going down on YOU.

rough fingers pumping in and out of you while her boxers are stuffed in your mouth to shut you up about how pathetic she is.

Van = turned on when you're mean.

eating her out on doomcoming because you've just gotta show her how beautiful she is, utterly spoiling her that night to show how much you still, and will always, love her.

yada yada yada, Van fucking you in the attic while all the others are sleeping downstairs. Creaking of the floorboards from the sheer amount of force Van is using to make you feel good.

Keep coming with requests <3

#van palmer x reader #van palmer #anon

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userfayz · 2 days ago

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“You cheated.”

You awake groggily that morning to find Tomura sitting upright in the sad excuse of a mattress, fists curled into the threadbare sheets, knuckles blanching through his skin. If his thumbs curled in any closer, the mattress was at risk of decaying. His face is contorted with rage: red eyes ablaze, eyebrows furrowed and knitted together. His scarred lip curls with disgust as his furied eyes bore into you.

“Wha’d you say?” You prop yourself up in bed, checking the time on your battered phone and rubbing your sleep crusted eyes before returning your attention to Tomura. His chest heaves with anger.

“I said, you cheated.” His fingers tear into the sheets.

You frown, eyes all bleary. “I don’t follow-“

“Last night,” he seethes, “you fucking cheated.”

Your eyes widen with realisation. “Tomura-”

How did he know?You’d been so fucking careful. How could he have possibly known? You hadn’t planned to do it — it had just sort of…happened.

“Tomura—” you try again, swallowing thickly around the nervous lump in your throat. “It was a one time thing, I swear —”

When he speaks next, it’s through gritted teeth. His body trembles with a rage you’d never seen before. “A one time thing?” He throws himself out of bed and begins to pace the room. “That makes it okay, does it?”

You roll your eyes. “It’s really not that big of a fucking deal, Shiggy.” You hop out of bed, shimmying on last night's jeans. You’d been hankering for an extra few minutes in bed before a day filled with league nonsense, but encouraging your leader back into the sheets was seemingly more unlikely by the second.

“You’re being immature,” you say as you throw in your hoodie. You throw him a pointed look over your shoulder where he still paces. “Get over it.”

He practically shrieks. His ruby bulge out of his skull. “Get over it?You fucking cheat and you expect me to just—”

You slam the door and drown out the rest of his whining.

“Trouble in paradise?”

You sit down at the rickety dining table, the chair scraping against the concrete floor. “He’s pissed that we cheated last night.”

Dabi quirks an eyebrow from opposite you. “Damn. How’d he find out?”

“No fucking clue—“ You pause to let the thick cereal bar slide down your throat. It was like eating sawdust, but it was the only thing the league could afford at this point. “We were so discreet about it.”

——

The silent treatment lasts all day. Then the next. And the day after that. And the day after that. And the day—

By day five, you’re about ready to strangle him.

He storms to his room once you’ve all converged and debriefed on the day’s matters and discoveries. This isn’t particularly unusual — he doesn’t often hang around or concern himself with the inane chatter of the rest of the league. Usually, you’d have hung around with them for a while, and as the evening rolled on you'd make an excuse to leave and slink into his bed for the night.

The others know this is different too: the punctured door slamming, the dragging of the feet, the wistful looks your way that turn into something of pure hatred when you catch him looking, the way he leaves a room or walks away when you’re near him — yeah, you’re not sure the the invitation to creep into his bed and keep him company is currently still extended.

It hurts more than you expect it to. Your eyes are burning, suddenly, and there’s a lump in your throat. You screw your eyes shut to quell some tears that threaten to fall.

“Fuck this,” you say to no one in particular, voice thick with sadness. “I’m so sick of this shit.”

You almost rip his door off the hinges. And the foundations tremble with the slam that follows.

“Tomura fucking Shigaraki—”

He narrows his eyes. He’s removed his hoodie, and you can see the skin on his neck irritated. This makes your heart weep — had it really meant that much to him?

“Get out of here.” His voice is chilling: cold, curt, and laced with threat. “I don’t want to look at you.”

You kind of lose it, then. “Tomura fucking Shigaraki,” you practically growl, nose flaring with pure anger and rage. Spit flies from your mouth. He takes a quick step back, eyes wide. “I have done nothing to fucking warrant this bullshit.” You move closer, accusatory finger stabbing into his chest. “Nothing, you hear me?All I did was cheat on—“

He throws his hands up. His voice is choked in pure disbelief. “All you did was cheat?” He gestures around incredulously. “All you did was cheat?!”Do you hear yourself?”

You take a step back. “Yeah, Tomura. I cheated. So fucking what?” You take a seat on the cot bed, shoving your head in your hands. “Everybody fucking cheats at Monopoly.” You gaze at him through your hands. “If I thought you’d kick off this much—“

“Oh?Everybody cheats, do they?“ He stops, suddenly absorbing what you said. He stares at you where you sit on the bed, looking mournful and dejected. “I’m sorry - did you just say monopoly?”

“Yeah,” you say, looking up at him through defeated eyes. “And Uno, too.” You shrug. “I’m not usually a cheat, but I guess I just had too much to drink.”

There’s a silence.

A loaded, incredibly loud silence.

“I didn’t think it would upset you so much, Shiggy.”

His face twitches. “Do you mean to tell me that this entire time—” he scratches his head in confusion, staring at you with an expression of disbelief. “You’re saying that this entire time, you meant you cheated during the board game night?”

“Yup.” You kick your legs out, leaning back on your elbows. “And I know you're a sore loser, but you’re kind of cute when you pout over losing games. Me and Dabi just thought it would be funny if—“

You finally comprehend what Tomura said. The pieces start to slowly click together in your head. “Wait— what did you think I meant?” You sound horrified.

Tomura looks away, suddenly embarrassed. His skin tinges with pink as he mumbles, “I thought you-“ he swallows. “I thought you’d fucked someone else.”

Holy shit.

You flop back onto the bed, grabbing the worn pillow and screaming into it while he looks onwards, equally as stunned as you are. Holy fucking shit.

“You’re a fucking moron,” you groan, and then throw the pillow in his direction. He dodges, grabbing the pillow between two fingers and tossing it back at you. “Wait,” you say, propping yourself up again and glaring at him. “Why would you even think I cheated on you?”

He avoids looking at you, eyes focusing on any point in the room other than where you lie on the bed. He looks uncharacteristically nervous. “I—uh. I just—” He shakes his head, shifting his weight from foot to foot. He smiles, suddenly, potentially the most awkward and faux smile you’ve ever seen. “Let’s not dwell on the past, hey?” He scratches the back of his neck. “What’s done is done.”

You’re not convinced. He moves cautiously into bed beside you, body burning with awkward tension. He’s lying — about what, you’re going to find out. “Why don’t we watch a movie or get—“

You have him pinned between your legs and arms pinned above his head in less than a second. His hair splays around his head like a halo. “Tomura, you’re being fuckin’ strange,” you say evenly. “Tell me why you thought I was cheating on you.”

“I said it doesn’t-“

You slide your knee between his legs, putting a borderline painful amount of weight on his crotch. He hisses. “Okay, okay. Just move your fucking knee off my junk.”

You oblige.

“I had a dream.”

You blink. “A dream?”

His face blooms red. “Yup.”

Your face cracks. “You’ve treated me like shit for the better part of a week because of a dream?” you shriek.

He frees himself from your grasp. “And you confirmed it!” You said ‘oh, Shiggy, yes I cheated, so fucking what’” He points to himself. “How was I supposed to know it was about Uno?!”

You scoff. “And how was I supposed to know about your stupid little dream, huh?”

You’re at a stalemate. He stares at you challengingly from where he lies pinned beneath you. You scowl down at him, knee still considering giving him a swift kick to the balls.

And you’re not sure who starts to laugh first. But you both erupt into a fit of laughter: you, with your distinct laugh muffling yourself into his shirt, and him, with his gravelly chuckle and chest heaving as he wraps a careful arm around you while you shudder into him. He loops his leg around yours, the angry tension melting from both of your bodies. You snort, wiping a tear from your eye. You tilt his face up, running a finger along his lips, and he nips the tip of your finger.

He’s too stubborn to apologise to you— and he should - you know this - and yet you don’t seem to care. You’ve long since established who he is: the petulance, the inane jealousy, the occasional outbursts — you knew the word sorry would never pass his lips. And yet you crawled into bed with him every night anyway. And he’s under you, laughing with you, touching you — that’s all you need to know that things are going to be okay.

“You’re an idiot,” you say, peppering kisses up the column of his neck. “And for the record—-“ you slide your hands under his shirt. “Don’t ever do that shit to me again.”

He manoeuvres you under him, switching your positions instantly. His leg slides between yours. He dips his mouth to your ear. “Understood,” he rasps. He lavishes kisses of apology on you as you squirm under him. “Oh,” he begins, pulling away from you. His eyebrows furrow. “Don’t ever fucking cheat at monopoly again, or I swear I’ll—“

i think tomura is 100% the kind of boyfriend who’d get grumpy with you if he had a dream where you cheated on him. all pouty glances and silent treatment all day until you finally ask him what the fuck is up and then he tells you that dream you cheated on him. and you’re just like. boy what the fuck

#NOT actually a cheating fic #a miscommunication fic #I think he’s an absolute child about a lot of things and I mean that with love #reader loves him for it anyway even if she does want to strangle him at times

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dakusan · 1 day ago

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Hi!! Been reading for a while and finally built up the courage to make an ask

I was just wondering how it’d go down if their doll refused to let them feed or maybe just isn’t as into it as they usually are. For example, Maybe they had an argument and they haven’t exactly forgiven SKZ. Will they stop, ask for consent, maybe even apologise? Or will they go absolutely feral?

Im genuinely curious on the how different each of them will respond to the situation

(Ps: absolutely love the series! Absolutely love how you relate it to real life facts. Coming from a nerd like myself, it really adds on to the depth of the series)

OH ANON... You just bit into the emotional jugular of vampire!SKZ dynamics and I am SO READY TO FEAST. This is the "what happens when the blood doll says no" scenario — and it is a MASTERCLASS in dominance, control, guilt, restraint, and unholy need. 😈🩸

Let's break it down. One vampire at a time. Assume: they've had an argument. You're not speaking. You're still bonded. They're starving. You say "Don't feed from me."

Now what?

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Bang Chan

He freezes. Instantly. Because it's not just about blood—it's about connection. And if you're refusing him, it means something is broken.

"You... don't trust me right now." Soft. Low. Dangerous in its grief.

He won't feed. At all.

Will spiral alone in his office, feverish and trembling. He'd rather collapse than take from you without permission. He will apologise. Not once—relentlessly. The kind that hurts to hear.

But if you touch his wrist first? Even slightly? He'll be on his knees in seconds, eyes glowing, voice wrecked.

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Lee Minho

He says nothing. Just stands there. Cold. Still. Seething.

"Fine." One word. Sealed like a curse.

He won't force it. Not ever. But he won't beg either. Instead, he'll disappear. For hours. Days. The absence will feel haunting. You'll find the bloodstains on his collar. You'll realise he's not feeding at all. Not from you. Not from anyone.

But one night, he'll appear beside your bed and say softly:

"Don't punish yourself just to punish me." And he'll hold out his wrist—offering his blood first.

MINI NOTE: Minho is offering his blood as a symbolic act of submission and atonement, not for feeding.

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Seo Changbin

Immediate guilt. Immediate panic.

"What? No—no, no, it's okay, I'm sorry, please—" already backing off, already shaking

He might've come in hot, needing you, growling under his breath— But the second you say "Don't"? His heart shatters.

He'll retreat, breathing heavy like he's trying not to explode. Slams his fists into the wall. Can't look at you. Too ashamed.

Eventually curls up somewhere far away and whimpers your name into a pillow. Won't feed again until you offer.

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Hwang Hyunjin

At first? He doesn't believe you. Thinks it's the heat of the moment.

"You don't mean that. You're just... angry." Gentle. Hopeful. Desperate.

But when you pull away for real? His entire expression drops. Like glass cracking.

He turns his head. Doesn't speak. For hours. Just sits in a chair, staring out the window like some sad male lead K-drama actor.

Later that night, he'll paint you. And in the corner of the canvas, he'll write:

"You are still the only thing I crave."

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Han Jisung

Absolute spiral.

"What?? WAIT—no, no no no—BABY?? I thought were—???"

He starts talking a mile a minute, trying to joke his way through it. But when you stay quiet? He breaks. Fast. Hard. Slams himself against a wall like he's trying to physically escape the craving.

"I'll leave. I'll go. I'm not—I'm not gonna take anything. You're not a vending machine. You're—fuck. You're you."

Later sends you 87 apology texts. One is a voice note of him sobbing. One is a meme. More apologies.

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Lee Felix

Freezes mid-motion.

"...You don't want me to?" Soft. Hurt. But not angry.

He backs up immediately. Doesn't ask questions. Doesn't protest. Just... pulls his hoodie over his mouth and curls into a corner like a kicked puppy.

He'll cry in silence later. Won't feed for days. Becomes visibly weaker. Pale.

Until you brush his hair back one night and whisper, "I'm ready... and I'm sorry."

Then he feeds so slowly and sweetly.

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Kim Seungmin

Doesn't react at first. You say "Don't feed from me." He simply... blinks.

"Understood." Flat. Robotic. Calculated

You'll think he's fine. Until you check the logs and realise he hasn't fed from anyone since. Until you realise he's gone. not physically. But emotionally.

He builds walls fast. Shuts you out. Protects you from him. Because if you don 't want him close, he won't risk taking even a drop.

You'll have to be the one to knock.

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Yang Jeongin

Confused. Panicked. Then—defensive.

"Did I... do something wrong?? I didn't mean—I thought—" starts stuttering, starts spiralling

He paces. Fast. Then just sits on the floor, head in his hands. He wants to apologise but he also wants to scream. He doesn't understand why it hurts so much until the bond shakes and he realises he was feeding not just for blood—but for you.

Later, he brings you some tea and a note:

"I won't feed 'til you smile again."

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Your ask?? Injected directly into my bloodstream.

The fact that you noticed the science threads—the lore, the biology, the emotional logic—makes me want to write you an annotated blood-stained thesis titled: “The Neurochemical Implications of Being Obsessed with Vampires and Also Hot.”

You are so welcome here. Thank you for being curious. Thank you for biting in. Thank you for making this blood universe feel alive 🩸💋🕯️

#ask dakusan #vampire!skz series #vampire!skz x reader #stray kids #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #skz imagines

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(It Is) What It Is

Chapter Twenty

Plot Summary : When Billy Russo realises that there is a certain class of wealthy clients who refuse to contract with Anvil because of his playboy reputation, he decides to alter their perception of him. You’re just a down on your luck PA, just trying to get by so when Billy offers to pay you to pretend to date him, you can’t refuse. But the last thing you expect is for Billy to pull you into his secret world of lust and debauchery.

Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader

Story Rating : R

Warnings : [This is a fic for 18+ only, minors DNI] Some smut. There will be smutty themes throughout the story. Please check the warnings on each chapter if you choose to follow this story.

Word Count : 6.5k

A/N : 😅 as of this chapter, this is now my longest fic...

Master List

Chapter Twenty

Suffice to say, in the hours that followed, you had a lot of time to think over and regret everything you’d said.

A lot of time to think about the dull ache across your backside and the way he’d taken complete control of everything the moment he’d noticed how exhausted you were. You thought about everything he’d said as he’d spanked you, punished you for not taking better care of yourself.

It was only now, hours later, that you realised that there had been genuine note of concern in his tone.

Was that why you ached so much? Had the severity of the punishment reflected his worry?

But it wasn’t the spanking you wanted to linger on. It was everything that came after.

How long had he spent with you bent over his desk, fingers driving you to the brink of insanity? How long had he spent making sure that, when you came, your orgasm would be enough to completely clear your head of all your doubts and worries so he could take care of you?

Everything he’d done had seemed so well measured, like he understood exactly what you had needed from him.

Even the way he’d devoured you with his lips and tongue before lulling you to sleep with his fingers inside of you had given you the sense of security you’d needed in order to fall asleep.

Whatever had happened in Vegas, it seemed like it had made him want to try harder with you. He’d been open to talking, to trying to figure things out, and you’d yelled at him because...

... because you’d turned the thing between you into something else in your head. You’d allowed yourself to feel something for him, and it had left you feeling raw and confused when he’d disappeared to Vegas. You’d lashed about because you knew he’d never want you the way that you wanted him.

But that wasn’t his fault.

When Billy emerged, he didn’t look much better than you felt, but he seemed to have gotten some sleep. One of the perks of Marine training, you supposed. He could sleep under any circumstance.

Something pained flashed on his face when he saw you, sitting at the table with a cold mug of coffee in front of you.

“I’ve ordered breakfast,” he said as he moved into the kitchen and started making a fresh pot of coffee. “If we’re on the road by 10 we should be there before midafternoon.”

You watched blankly for a few seconds, nodding along as if last night never happened.

But it had happened, and you couldn’t just ignore it.

You were sick of ignoring things.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “About last night. What I said... I didn’t mean it to come out like that, I never meant -”

“I think you did,” he interrupted. “But I get it. I think after we get through this weekend, we should have that talk...”

“I shouldn’t’ve snapped, I -”

“It’s okay,” he said, managing to sound completely calm. “We don’t have to talk about this while you’re still tired. We’re going to go to the Hamptons and have a nice, relaxing weekend. Then when we get home, we’re going to talk.”

“Just like that?” You asked. “You can ignore this for a whole weekend?”

Billy flashed you an unexpected smile that had your stomach twisting in knots. “Yes, because you were wrong about one thing last night; I do know what I want.”

Before you could ask what that meant, the elevator pinged and breakfast was delivered.

While Billy dealt with paying, you stood, got yourself a fresh, hot mug of coffee and grabbed some plates.

You didn’t talk much over breakfast - you were both too tired and once the food was in front of you, you both seemed to realise that you’d gone to bed without eating last night. Besides, what was there to say? When you really thought about it, you knew what Billy wanted; the VDK contract, and you supposed that meant putting up with you and your outbursts until he got it.

After breakfast, you went and took a long hot shower, soothing all the aches and stiffness from your body. (And, if you were entirely honest, you wasted at least a couple of minutes staring at yourself in the mirror, at the weary look on your face, and the faint teeth marks Billy had left on your breast.)

When you finally managed to pull yourself from the bathroom, you headed to your room and packed a bag. Over-packed, really. You had no idea what Catherine had planned and you didn’t want to be caught out.

Billy had to bite back a laugh when he saw you wheeling your small suitcase out of your room.

“Are you sure you’ve got everything?” he asked and, for a few sweet seconds, you were able to forget how awkward things were between you.

“She never said what we’d be doing - I don’t want to be caught out wearing jeans if everyone else is dressed up,” you said in a grumble, trying to keep yourself from smiling.

You stepped onto the elevator and quickly patted your jacket pockets, making sure you had your phone and purse. You did, and you’d already double checked you’d packed everything else you needed.

“We don’t have to do this,” he said suddenly as the elevator started to descend.

“But... but this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” You asked, confused. “We’re getting close to the Van Der Koy’s now, maybe they’ll -”

“It’s a whole weekend,” he interrupted softly. “You’ll have to be around me for a whole weekend.”

Your heart lurched in your chest as you realised what he was trying to say. He was giving you the opportunity to back out if you thought being with him for a whole weekend was going to be too much.

“Billy, I -” you didn’t know what to say or how to explain that the issue wasn’t being around him. You just sighed. You’d tell him when you got back. “I want to go.”

“Okay, just - if you change your mind, let me know,” he said. “We can leave whenever you want.”

You would do no such thing, but you appreciated the gesture.

For a moment, you wondered if he was saying it because he didn’t want to go, and he was expecting you to make him the same offer. You didn’t. You stayed completely silent.

You got off the elevator in the underground parking lot and paused after opening the passenger side door. There was a pillow waiting for you on your seat.

Billy caught your confused look and explained; “it’s a three hour drive. I thought you might want to try and get some rest on the way.”

You didn’t think that you would but you were so exhausted - from last night and everything that had happened in the week preceding it - that you drifted off within twenty minutes. Billy woke you almost three hours later with a gentle squeeze on your thigh.

You blinked groggily, feeling like you’d only managed five minutes of sleep, not hours. But, there you were, in front of one of the largest houses you’d ever seen in your life.

“Are we there?” You asked, struggling to completely wake up.

“Yeah,” Billy said with one of those gentle smiles. “You slept pretty much all the way.

“Oh,” you muttered, feeling your cheeks warm, “sorry.”

“Why are you apologising?”

“You had to drive all this way without company...”

“I’m just glad you got some sleep,” he said. “Anyway, you probably wouldn’t’ve survived three hours of me singing along to the radio...”

Something not unlike a smile tugged at your lips but you felt... drained. Not just tired in the sense that you were exhausted from not sleeping, but something bone deep, like your whole body had had enough.

And, of course, Billy was quick to notice.

“Are you okay?” He asked, reaching across to press his hand to your cheek. “You look a bit... out of it.”

“Must just have been the nap,” you answered, leaning into his touch. “Hopefully it won’t be a late night tonight...”

“Don’t worry about that. The moment you get tired, we’ll go to bed.”

We. He’d said we, and - fuck, it hadn’t even occurred to you that you’d be sharing a room, sharing a bed with Billy for the whole weekend.

You let the silence hang so long that Billy continued; “no matter what’s going on tonight, no matter how uncomfortable it makes you feel, you tell me if you get tired, okay.”

While part of you wanted to bristle, to tell him you could look after yourself, you just didn’t have the energy for it. So, you nodded. You needed to work as a team this weekend, and that meant you couldn’t be annoying each other or arguing over silly little things.

As you got out of the car, you were greeted by two members of the Van Der Koy’s house staff. (They had house staff - a fact that had you fighting against letting your jaw drop.) One took the keys from Billy to take the car to the garage at the back of the property, while the other took your bags and led you inside.

“Ms Van Der Koy and some of her guests are having lunch on the veranda should you wish to join them,” he explained, giving a wave of his hand in one direction while he led you in the other. “Your room is in the west wing of the house.”

The house had wings - you didn’t even know what to do with that sort of information.

If you hadn’t been so tired, you might have paid attention to the artwork on the walls and the ornate bannisters as you were led upstairs. It really was a stunning house. But you were so tired that you barely even noticed that, some time after leaving the car and entering the house, Billy had taken hold of your hand.

A door was opened and you were led into a bedroom that was almost the same size as your old apartment. The man showing you around said something about the bathroom and if you needed more bed linen or towels, but you barely heard it. Your attention was fixed on the double doors that led out onto a balcony and the view of the ocean beyond it.

Once you were alone, your hand slipped from Billy’s and you made your way to those doors, stepping outside.

The sea breeze greeted you and you closed your eyes, leaning against the railing. Somewhere below you could hear the faint sounds of laughter and conversation and, sure enough, when you looked down, you could see the veranda, a long table filled with food and the people sitting around it.

Catherine caught your gaze and offered you a wave just as Billy came to stand behind you, caging you in with arms on either side of you and resting his chin on your shoulder. It wasn’t until you waved back at Catherine that he noticed you had an audience.

“This is nice,” he said, his gaze fixed on the water.

“Yeah,” you agreed, letting yourself lean back against him. “If I ever get rich enough, I’m going to buy a place with a view like this.”

From the corner of your eyes, you saw his lips curve into a gentle smile.

“Do you think they’d care if we stayed up here all weekend?” He asked.

His breath tickled your ear and, despite everything, you felt a longing ache between your thighs, a want that you still refused to put a name to. You knew that you could tell him or that you could press your body back against his and show him, and that he would lead you back into the bedroom and give you what you craved but... but it wouldn’t have been fair to him.

Fortunately, before you could give in to temptation, his stomach gave a low grumble. You laughed and turned in his arms, almost forgetting the people on the veranda below, not caring that they could see you wrap your arms around his waist and press a playful kiss to his nose.

“I think your stomach would care if we stayed up here all weekend,” you said, trying desperately to ignore the way his eyes sparked with desire.

“Why? There’s plenty for me to eat right here, little dove.”

Your pulse quickened at his words and the longing ache only grew as his smile turned into a playful smirk. And - fuck, it was nice. After all the awkwardness and the arguments, it was nice to see the playful side of him again. It was what you wanted, what you needed to make it through the weekend.

Without thinking you reached for him, cupping his cheek, then letting your fingers slip through his hair. His body shuddered against yours and he dared to step a little closer, pressing you back against the railing.

“I thought you would’ve been bored of eating the same thing by now,” you said playfully despite how breathless you felt.

“Never,” he said in little more than a whisper.

Then he was kissing you softly, his tongue slipping between your lips as his body crowded closer to yours. It was so simple, so easy to just lose yourself in him and pretend like nothing else existed, to live in the moment and imagine that this could be your life.

But it couldn’t last, not when you had an audience.

“Billy,” you murmured against his lips. “They can see us...”

For the first time, it didn’t even cross your mind that any of it might have been for their benefit, that it was part of the act. Not when you could feel the press of his half-hard cock against your stomach.

He pulled back a fraction, pressing his forehead to yours. He took a slow breath, trying to calm himself. “We should... we should get changed for lunch.”

“Okay.”

But neither of you moved, neither tried to pull away. Whatever you’d managed to find in that moment of peace, neither of you wanted to leave it and return to the awkwardness between you.

Billy let out a soft sigh, and before you could talk yourself out of it, you lifted your head and reignited the kiss.

The world around you shrank until there was nothing but you, Billy, and the gentle lap of the ocean against the shoreline.

Perfect.

It was perfect.

You could feel his want and, even though you didn’t understand it, it settled something inside of you. He wanted you. And you -

The smouldering ache in your core had intensified and you could feel yourself getting wetter with every stroke of his tongue against yours. A soft moan spilled from you and into his mouth, and he smiled against your lips.

“I never thought you’d be into exhibitionism, little dove.” There was something teasing in his words, something testing, like he wanted to see how far you’d be willing to take things.

Part of you want to rise to his challenge, to continue to escalate the moment, but you knew you couldn’t.

With a sigh of your own, you untangled yourself from him but, when you went to pull away, Billy stopped you with a hand on your cheek, frowning as he looked into your eyes.

“Let me know if you get tired,” he said.

You didn’t understand it until you were in the ensuite bathroom and you could see yourself in the mirror. You still looked exhausted. A little extra blush on your cheeks helped brighten your face, but there was nothing to be done about the bags under your eyes. You could only hope that the cute, pale blue sundress you pulled on would be enough to draw people's attention from your tired eyes.

Billy had changed while you were in the bathroom, donning a pair of linen pants and a short sleeve shirt that fitted him so perfectly that all you could think about doing was tearing it off him. As good as he usually looked in his dark, sharp suits, there was something about vacation Billy that made your legs feel weak beneath you.

He looked up from his phone and didn’t even try to hide the way his eyes dragged over every inch of your body. A shiver ran up your spine, but you didn’t hesitate when he offered you his hand.

“Come on, before you drag me onto the balcony for more making out,” he said, smirking.

“Me?” You matched his smirk with one of your own. “I’m not the one with control issues.”

He raised an eyebrow and shook his head. “Keep telling yourself that.”

You didn’t ask what he meant, knowing that he was, at least on some level, right. Your own issues with control had put you in this strange predicament with him and, honestly, you didn’t want to ruin the weekend thinking about it. You were supposed to be having fun, relaxing.

You were supposed to be enjoying his company before going home and finally talking about what was going on between you.

The veranda was easy to find, despite the size of the house, and you were greeted by the Van Der Koys and their guests. Catherine and Leah rose to meet you, the latter grinning, no doubt amused by your little show on the balcony.

Despite the extra blush on your cheeks, Catherine noticed how exhausted you were and ushered you towards the table, and told you to help yourself to food. As you sat and got yourself comfortable, Billy grabbed a glass and poured you a cold glass of juice. Your cheeks warmed at the gesture and the way Catherine gave him an approving nod as she took her seat opposite you.

She offered you both a glass of wine - you refused on account of being tired, but Billy graciously accepted.

“You should eat,” Billy said softly, just to you and not for show.

You reached for a bagel across the table, but even that had you feeling exhausted. So, again, Billy took over, filling a plate with things you both liked and placing it between you.

Conversations continued and, slowly but surely, you were introduced to the guests you didn’t know. Billy had a passing familiarity with most, but a lot of them seemed far more interested in you. You were the new curiosity, you supposed, something completely unknown to them.

Billy’s hand found your thigh, anchoring both of you in the moment, as you weathered the onslaught of questions.

Despite feeling hungry, you picked at your food, and it wasn’t long until you were leaning against Billy, resting your head on his shoulder.

“You look tired,” Catherine said, gaze lingering on you before moving to Billy.

“Not surprising,” Faye’s husband, John, offered. Faye gave him a nudge and look that you didn’t understand. “I mean because it’s such a long drive from the city.”

“You’ll have to come in the jet with us next time,” Catherine said.

“I wouldn’t want to miss listening to Billy singing along with the radio in the car,” you joked, prompting Billy to almost choke on his wine.

A ripple of laughter ran around the table. Billy let out a contented sigh and pressed a kiss to your forehead. And it was nice. It felt real. For a moment, you could actually see this as your life.

Conversation ebbed and flowed around you, never feeling stilted. You sat back and continued to nibble at food (mostly the cookies) while Billy spoke enough for the both of you. You found out that he loved baseball - it was so strange to you that it had never come up between you before - and you stayed silent, listening to him talk all about it, even though you had no idea what any of it meant.

Now and then, his attention returned to you and he’d mutter in your ear, making sure you were okay, asking if you were tired, or wanted another drink. Each time you said you were fine, but you were relieved when, after a couple of hours, lunch was over and the group started to disperse.

You were given free rein to wander the grounds but, the moment Billy’s had was in yours, there was only one place you wanted to go.

Catherine pointed out some steep and winding steps that led down to the beach and you immediately started towards them, pulling Billy behind you. His hand held yours tight as you navigated the stairs, making sure you couldn’t slip and fall in your excitement.

By the time you reached the sand, you were out of breath, but smiling widely.

When you turned to face Billy you realised he was smiling too and -

Oh.

The late afternoon sun illuminated his face, casting shadows in such a way that left you feeling like you were seeing him for the first time.

He was so handsome.

No, beautiful.

“What?” He asked, and you realised you’d been staring.

You bit your lip and shook your head.

“Tell me,” he said, stepping closer. When you still didn’t answer, he pulled you towards him, wrapping his arm around your waist. “What were you thinking about?”

“You. I was thinking about how much all of this suits you...”

“Just me?”

A small laugh escaped you and you shrugged. “I’d be lying if I said I couldn’t get used to living like this.”

He stared at you and, for a moment, you dared to hope that he’d tell you that you could have this, that you could share a life like this. Together. Instead, he kissed you softly and, without a word, started to walk along the beach with you.

You fell into step beside him, slipping off your sandals to enjoy the sand between your toes. Every now and then, you’d allow your gaze to drift to him.

And Billy noticed. You knew that he did, because the corner of his lips would twitch every time you let yourself look at him. But he didn’t say anything. He managed to stay quiet for at least ten minutes before opening his mouth again.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m not going to be responsible for my actions,” he said, voice low but playful.

You gave a thoughtful hum and nudged him with your elbow. “There’s those control issues again...”

“You want to see control issues?”

His lips pulled into a smirk and, before you could answer, you were swept off your feet. You squealed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he kicked off his shoes and started to wade out into the water.

“What are you -” just the look on his face was enough to tell you his plan. “No, Billy! Don’t you dare!”

He laughed and you squealed again as he dipped you so low that your toes touched the icy cold water. Then he turned, spinning around with you in his arms. You squealed and laughed, and gripped him so tight, like you never wanted to let him go.

It was ridiculous.

And stupid.

And... perfect.

You pressed your face against his neck, the thought threatening to pull you under. It was perfect. He was perfect.

You...

Fuck.

You loved him.

You were in love with him.

It wasn’t just some silly feeling rattling around in your chest, it wasn’t a feeling of like that you’d allowed to go too far. You loved Billy Russo.

And, when you dared to lift your head and you saw the beautiful smile on his lips and the ways his eyes seemed to shine with happiness, you kissed him. You kissed him so hard that you hoped he could feel every emotion that was racing through your body.

When you pulled back, breathless and clinging to him, you were sure that he understood.

But he didn’t say anything, and neither did you.

He stepped out of the water and placed your feet back on the sand, and you barely bit back a laugh at the state of his pants, soaked from ankle to thigh.

“They’re going to think I tried to drown you,” you said, smirking.

Without warning, he kicked the water, sending a splash of cold water your way, catching the front of your dress.

“Can’t have them thinking I didn’t fight back, little dove.”

You retaliated instantly, kicking water his way. Then, before he could splash back, you took off running down the beach.

Billy laughed and called your name before starting after you. It didn’t take much for him to catch up, placing a hand on your waist and pulling you around to face him. The sudden turn had you stumbling, reaching out and grabbing hold of him as you fell backwards, pulling him down with you.

For a few seconds all you could do was stare up at him, the weight of his body keeping you trapped beneath him, his warmth seeping through your dress. You were so close to him, so lost in his dark eyes that you barely even noticed your own ragged breathing.

But Billy noticed.

“You okay?” He asked.

It wasn’t the sort of concern you wanted to hear from him while he was on top of you.

“Fine, I -” but you could barely get the words out.

He pulled away and knelt beside you, helping you to sit up.

Your lungs felt tight in your chest, heavy as you tried to catch your breath. Running had been a stupid idea. When he cupped your cheek and looked at you, the little spark of joy inside of you fizzled out. Your carefree, happy moment was over and Billy was back to worrying about you.

You wanted to say something but a tickle in your chest had you coughing awkwardly, your treacherous lungs betraying you and ruining any chance of salvaging the moment.

“Let’s head back,” he said.

He helped you to your feet and neither of you really spoke again until you got back to the room and, despite your weak protests, Billy got you to lay down for a couple of hours. You even managed to sleep for a little while, despite the soft clacking of keys from Billy’s laptop as he tried to get some work done.

You were still tired when it was time to get up and you started to think that, maybe, it wasn’t just exhaustion. But, you didn’t mention it to Billy. He’d fussed you enough and you just wanted him to relax and enjoy the weekend.

After a quick, cold shower to help wake you up, you found one of the dresses you’d packed and got ready for the evening.

While lunch had been casual, dinner was a more opulent affair.

You found your way to the large dining room and were seated near the top of the table by the Van Der Koy family; you had Leah next to you, while Faye and John sat opposite. Within five minutes of sitting down, your hand had found Billy’s on the table and you were trying not to grip too tightly.

Again, you found yourself trying to keep up with the conversation, trying to join in when you could, but you were so tired.

Billy watched you from the corner of his eye as you moved food around your plate and took small bites here and there. You were hungry, but eating felt like a lot of effort. Billy’s attention became more pointedly fixed on you when dessert was brought out, and you found yourself clearing your plate just to keep him from worrying.

Once dinner was over, the party moved into the drawing room and split. John wanted to play poker and took most of the men, including Billy, to the far side of the room. Catherine hooked an arm though yours and led you to the otherside of the large room, and sat down with you.

For a few moments, you were too fixed on your surroundings - the large room filled with books, a pool table, and a small manned bar - that you barely noticed the way she was examining you.

“Is everything okay?” Catherine finally asked you. “Even by your usual standards you’re being awfully quiet.”

You managed to force a smile as you looked at her, realising that it wasn’t just her eyes on you. Everyone seemed to have an interest in you and what you might say.

“I’m fine, it’s just - it’s been a long week,” you said, hoping it would be enough. “Billy was in Vegas until Wednesday, and I’ve never stayed in the penthouse on my own...”

“How long have you been living together now?” Faye asked.

“Almost three weeks.”

“And how are you finding it?” Catherine asked.

“It’s -” you thought for a moment about lying, but decided against it, “- it’s been an adjustment. We’re both used to living alone, but I don’t regret it. I like the extra time we get together.”

“When you’re married, you’ll have to convince William to look into summer properties here,” Catherine said.

“Mother,” Faye muttered, “they haven’t been together that long.”

Your cheeks warmed a fraction. Though, when you actually thought about it, your cheeks had already felt warm. You felt warm. Stifled even. So, you felt a momentary flicker of relief when you noticed Billy stand and head towards the doors leading out onto the veranda while the rest of the poker players split to refill their glasses and check in with their partners.

Catherine gave you a knowing smile as you excused yourself and followed after Billy to get some fresh air.

You found him leaning against the railing, looking out at the water below and framed by moonlight. He turned at the click of your heels on the concrete and in the gloom, you saw him manage a half-hearted smile before turning away again

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

Billy let out a slow breath. “I forgot how exhausting some people can be.”

Something flared inside of you at the annoyed, tired tone of his voice. Standing behind him, you wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your chin on his shoulder. You’d hoped that holding him would be enough to settle whatever it was that had upset him, but the tension lingered in his body. And you hated it. You hated knowing any part of him wasn’t entirely happy.

So, you decided to fix it.

“What are you -” he started to ask the moment your hand slipped to his pants and started to pull down his fly.

“Making you feel better,” you muttered, pressing a kiss to his neck.

Billy fell silent, letting you unzip his pants, and pull his cock out. It was amazing how easy it was to get him hard. All it took was a couple shifts of your hand to have him throbbing in your grasp.

“No blowjob this time?” He dared to ask, a hint of that familiar playfulness returning to his voice.

Your hand twisted around his shaft and Billy groaned.

“Now who’s being an exhibitionist?” You said softly into his ear.

His hands gripped the rails, and you could tell that it was taking all of his restraint to not thrust into your grip. Your hand moved faster, knowing that you didn’t have time to tease or draw things out. It was about relief, not pleasure. You had no idea how long it had been since Billy had come, but from his laboured breathing it was clear he needed this.

You tried not to think about yourself, about how wet you were getting. You just focused on Billy, the chill of the sea breeze, and the way moans blended with the sound of waves lapping against the shore.

“Fuck, I -” he groaned, but whatever he might have wanted to tell you was cut off.

His cock twitched and pulsed in your hand, and you moved faster, making sure to wring every drop of pleasure you could from the moment. It had only taken a couple of minutes, but Billy was left panting, his body shuddering against yours.

Once he’d tucked himself back into his pants, he turned to you, his dark eyes seeming almost pitch black in the moonlight.

An arm wrapped around you, pulling you close as you near-drowned in his eyes.

“Thank you,” he muttered softly, cupping your cheek.

His thumb brushed over your lower lip before slipping into your mouth and, instinctively, you started to suck it, pulling a low rumble from him as your tongue swirled around it. His eyes stayed fixed on yours, still full of need.

Then a thought occurred.

You finally figured it out.

His thumb in your mouth... he was trying to keep himself from crossing a line and kissing you. He was following your stupid rule.

It hit you like a brick to think of all the times he’d slipped his thumb or his fingers between your lips, all the times he’d looked at you like he was barely holding himself back. He’d been struggling with it for weeks - since your night out with Frank and Karen.

How could you have been so stupid?

How had you not seen what was staring you right in the face?

You reached for him, pressing your palm to his cheek, mirroring the way he was holding you, while your other hand pulled his away from your face.

“What -”

You cut him off, pressing your lips to him and giving him the kiss that he’d been craving. He froze for a second before parting his lips and -

“We’re about to deal another hand if you want to try to win back some of your money, Russo,” a voice called from the doorway.

You pulled back from Billy, the full weight of what you’d just done crashing down on top of you. Billy looked torn, like he couldn’t decide between kissing you again and going back inside to play cards. So, you made the choice for him.

“We should head back inside,” you said, shivering slightly.

It was that shiver that had Billy agreeing.

Neither of you said a word or addressed the line that had just been irrevocably crossed. He simply pressed a kiss to your forehead as you stepped inside and let you return to your seat across from Faye and Catherine.

You spent the rest of the night staring at him, exhaustion tightening its grip on you with every passing minute. By the time people started to call it a night, you were more than ready for bed.

Billy watched as you slipped into the ensuite and waited patiently for you to wash and change into your pyjamas. While he got ready for bed, you crawled under the covers and fought to keep your eyes open.

You wanted to talk to him about the kiss, about how you had wanted the kiss. You wanted to tell him that you’d changed your mind about his stupid rules and that you wanted more than what you had; more than the lies and the arrangement.

And, you dared to hope that he wanted it too.

But, when Billy got into bed and pulled you back against him, he let out a heavy sigh and it was something else entirely that left your lips.

“Why were you upset?” You asked. Billy gave a questioning hum, so you clarified; “earlier. On the veranda, something had upset you, before I...”

You didn’t have to say it, didn’t need to remind him of the handjob you’d given him while he stared out at the ocean. His cock twitched against your backside and Billy quickly angled himself away from you.

“It doesn’t matter,” he said.

“It seemed like it mattered.”

He sighed again. “It’s not worth you getting upset over.”

“So we’re back to this again?” You asked with a sigh of your own. “You getting pissy and not telling me why?”

He pulled away from you and rolled onto his back. You turned to find him staring at the ceiling through the gloom.

“It’s nothing,” he said, running a hand over his face, sounding tired.

You were both so tired and you knew you shouldn’t pick another fight, but you couldn’t help yourself, not when it had clearly bothered him.

“How can it be nothing if you think it’ll upset me?” You asked, and Billy huffed another sigh. “Just - just tell me. If I get upset, I get upset. I don’t need you to protect me from being annoyed.”

He looked at you for a moment and he didn’t have to say what he was thinking, you could tell just from looking at him; he didn’t have to protect you, but he wanted to.

“Since the auction, there’s been some rumours going around about you on the gossip blogs...” he said. You waited for him to continue. “Someone found out we went to the hospital that night and, now, some people think that you’re pregnant.”

“What?” You asked, your heart ratcheting in your chest.

You went to reach for your phone, only for Billy to grab your wrist to stop you.

“Don’t,” he said. Pleaded really. “I set them straight. It’s all just... it’s stupid gossip. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Let go,” you said, surprising yourself with how sharp your tone was.

Billy did as he was asked, giving one final huff and an inaudible mutter as he rolled away from you and put his back to you.

You wished that you’d listened the moment you saw the first article. But once you started looking, you couldn’t stop. Each article picked you apart in a different way, some saying you were trying to trap Billy, others suggesting that you’d be a bad mother because you’d been seen drinking at the auction, and some suggested that it was someone else's baby and you were rushing things with Billy to convince him that it was his.

When you finally put your phone down, you could tell he was still awake, and you knew he was waiting for you to say something so he could try to make you feel better. But you didn’t. You didn’t know what you could say.

You weren’t even sure what upset him more; the gossip and lies, or the idea of having a child with you.

Finally the evening made sense - all the little looks and the comments, the way everyone had been treating you. You felt ridiculous, embarrassed, and so angry that Billy hadn’t told you what was going on.

You did your best to wipe your bleary and tired eyes, willing yourself to stay strong and not to cry as you curled up and fell asleep.

A/N : 😅 I probably should have made this into two chapters but... I didn't. At least poor reader has finally realised and admitted (at least to herself) that she's in love with him. In fact, she's started to finally figure out a lot of what is going on, and it's going to make things very interesting, especially over the next couple of chapters...

Also, this story is now longer than Catch Me if You Can, which is honestly so wild to me, especially since there's at least 5/6 chapters to go...

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theunnamedwriter47 · 2 days ago

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Does There Need To Be A Reason? | Scaramouche/Kunikuzishi X Fem Reader - Part #1

It was a simple evening.

The dim light of the lamp in the corner of the living area emits a mellow glow over the room, just enough light for you to decipher the words of your book as you lay sprawled across the couch. It wasn't abnormal to have the apartment to yourself; your roommate Kunikuzushi was more similar to a passing spirit rather than a human. The classical music major typically returned to the apartment in the early hours of the morning while you were asleep. However, today, he was crashing at his colleague Ajax's apartment to finish a dreaded group project.

You turn another page of your book, tugging a foreign cushion over to prop your book against it. Of course, you'd assume any other person would take advantage of a vacant apartment, invite over a few friends, perhaps a lover considering you'd been practically celibate since losing your virginity over a year ago. Yet the closest thing you were doing to taking advantage of the situation was reading an erotic novel clothed in a flimsy bralette and a pair of sweatpants that sat low on your hips, something your conviction wouldn't dare allow you to wear in front of the piercing gaze of Kunikuzushi.

It's not that you were afraid of him. However, you sure as hell were intimidated by him. The classical music major certainly didn't look the part, with deep violet dyed hair, eyes smeared with charcoal-coloured liner and lips tinted with a muted red. Part of you believed that Kunikuzushi used makeup to disguise his elegant features. You barely ever caught him bare-faced except when he came home drunk from a Christmas Party the previous December. A ginger-haired male, otherwise known as Ajax, had returned him barely conscious.

"You'll get clogged pores if you leave this makeup overnight," you remember mumbling under your breath.

You hesitantly cleaned his face off with a few makeup wipes you had lying around before dragging him over to his bed. The face beneath that makeup was all smooth porcelain skin, slender eyes that were piercing even when closed and plump lips that were miraculously still a subtle shade of pink even without his lip products.

The following morning Kunikuzushi merely apologised if he caused trouble, any recollection of your doing either non-existent or suppressed by a dreadful hangover.

You turn another page of your book; you shouldn't be thinking about Kunikuzushi's ethereal bare face... especially when things are beginning to get hot and heavy between the main characters of your book. The leading male has the female lead's hands pinned above her head, a hand pressing into the flesh of her hip, fingertips skirting along the waistband of her panties.

You feel a warmth spread over your body as you visualise the scenario; this particular author was always quite good at creating vivid descriptors. Ones that often left you pent up and frustrated that you were too shy and inexperienced to find a partner or a one-night stand. Of course, you always had yourself, but the fear of Kunikuzushi hearing you next door instilled an unimaginable amount of fear and shame within you.

Unconsciously your fingertips brush across the skin of your upper chest, and your eyes travel down the page. The male lead was now discarding the female lead's panties, his grip formally pinning her hands down, moving in favour of parting her thighs and giving himself enough space to press kisses dangerously close to her sex.

CLICK

The noise of the apartment door unlocking startles you from the enthrallment of your novel, your head sharply pivoting, expecting an intruder, your jaw almost drops when you realise that Kunikuzushi is wide-eyed, standing in the doorway.

"You're back?" you murmur nervously, shifting from your unorthodox sprawled-out position on the couch to be sitting stiffly against the cushions.

"Ajax got a message mid-study session, some history major he's been chasing after for months," Kunikuzushi answers bluntly, still frozen in the doorway.

"Are you- expecting someone?" he continues to ask after a long silence.

Your face instantly flushes at his assumption, and you cross your arms across your chest in an attempt to grant yourself some modesty that your thin bralette didn't provide.

"Of course not," you splutter, watching Kunikuzushi move closer to the couch before throwing himself down a few cushions away from you.

"y/n, you had the entire apartment to yourself, and you chose to read this instead," Kunikuzushi chuckles as he picks up the book you had snapped shut a few minutes ago, his eyes grazing over the pale blue colour of its cover.

"Nothing wrong with reading as opposed to sacrificing yourself to creatures of the night," you quip back dramatically.

"Hmm, right, but reading smut is more acceptable, is it?"

Your breath hitches in your throat, and as you turn to meet Kunikuzushi's gaze, you find the book open in his hands, a smirk of amusement playing at his lips.

"This is quite lewd for the likes of you, little y/n," he taunts while turning a page.

"Stop being such a child. It's merely reading," you huff back, shuffling closer to Kunikuzushi's seated form and preparing to snatch the book out of his hands. Unphased by your flustered state, he tosses the book onto your lap. You hadn't realised that you had moved close enough that his thigh pressed against the soft fabric of your sweatpants, the skin underneath instinctively burning up.

"I'd say this mere reading does more harm than good," he spits back, his piercing gaze fixated on your seated form.

"What's that supposed to mean," you grumble.

"Well, I hate to say it, but you look like a complete mess right now,"

"Excuse me,"

A hot rage erupted across your body. Kunikuzushi barely spoke to you. Sure, you'd share a few words to discuss payment for groceries and watch a movie together occasionally since you shared a mutual interest in crime documentaries but nothing like this. Kunikuzushi's words were sharp, unfiltered and filled you with tension.

"Well, for starters, all I did was mention the genre of the precious book your reading, and you've gotten all flustered," Kunikuzushi muses.

Leaning closer, he presses the palm of his hand against your cheek, your heart jumping within your chest at the sudden unfamiliar contact.

"You're burning up," he whispers, his piercing eyes interlocking with your own.

At an agonisingly slow pace, the hand laid against your check trails down the side of your neck, his fingertips pressing against your pulse point.

"And your heart rate is also unusually fast,"

"Are you a doctor now," you hiss, ignoring the way Kunikuzushi's rosy lips ghosted the shell of your ear.

Kunikuzushi laughs airily at your remark, the thick lashes of his slender eyes fluttering with amusement.

"In that case, should I provide relief for your symptoms?"

Kunikuzushi's hands trail down to rest at the sides of your bare waist, and you curse yourself for wearing a pair of sweatpants that sat so low on your hips. You're on the verge of throwing a cushion at his pretty face when his hands gently squeeze the soft flesh of your waist, and you gasp at the sensation that ripples through your spine.

Kunikuzushi's eyes light up at the realisation of your heightened sensitivity, an eagerness to watch you unfold into nothing more but an incoherent, babbling mess turning his blood hot.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you... doing this?" you stammer, pressing your thighs together to alleviate the undeniable heat pooling at your core.

"Does there need to be a reason?" Kunikuzushi answers, fingertips hooking the waistband of your sweatpants.

"If you want me to stop, just say so," he continues, pausing the movement of his digits.

You should tell him to stop, you should get up and walk back to your room and sleep off your desires, you should entirely forget this encounter as if it were a forbidden lewd dream. But you don't. Instead, you stare into his pretty, slender eyes, unsure of what he will do, yet overcome by lust, desperate for more of his touch.

A sultry smile forms across Kunikuzushi's lips, your silence and flushed face consenting to his proposal to 'provide relief'. Without wasting a moment, Kunikuzushi kneels on the floor in front of the couch, his fingertips tugging down your sweat pants and throwing them across the room, his hands pressing against your knees to spread your legs open and reveal your slick-soaked panties.

Confused by his choice to kneel on the floor, your hands hastily take hold of his slender wrists.

"What are you doing?" you ask, a mixture of confusion and worry evident on your face.

Kunikuzushi narrows his eyes, the grip spreading apart your legs easing.

"Has no one eaten you out before?" he asks with a wisp of sarcasm.

His eyes widen when you shake your head, clearly shocked by your admission.

"You're not a virgin, are you?" he continues to ask wearily.

This time when you shake your head, a look of disgust warps across his face. Your last (and only) sexual encounter was nothing short of a tragedy. Your ex-partner had unrhythmically thrust for a few minutes before finishing, leaving you completely unsatisfied. Unfortunately, his selfishness seemed to translate in more ways than just sexual, the pair of you splitting not long after losing your virginity. You hated to admit it, but part of you was afraid to experience the same disappointment again.

"What a loser," Kunikuzushi scoffs.

Kunikuzushi seems to notice the worried look on your face, and whilst he had a tendency to behold a sharp tongue, he felt partially responsible for surprising you with such a sudden, dominant advance.

"You don't need to worry. It'll feel good, I promise,"

Somehow Kunikuzushi's confidence makes you even more anxious. How many other partners had he been with to make him this confident in his abilities?

There wasn't much time to ponder the thought because, between your anxiety and anticipation, Kunikuzushi had begun planting kisses along the inner side of your thigh, leaving behind a smudged trail of lipstick. Your hands take refuge in the plush of the couch you were seated on, your breathing rapid as Kunikuzushi grazes his teeth across the skin of your thighs.

"These are cute," Kunikuzushi comments while dragging the pad of his finger across the soaked front of your simple white panties.

"But I think I'd rather them off,"

Nimbly, Kunikuzushi slides off your drenched panties, your mind becoming hazy with equal parts desire and embarrassment as his gaze fixates on your drolling cunt.

Hands constricting around the kiss-bitten flesh of your thighs, Kunikuzushi buries his face into your hot core, the tip of his tongue dragging lightly across your folds wet with arousal. Your breathing becomes shallow as a coil of anticipation warps within your lower abdomen, your bottom lip captured between your teeth as your consciousness melts into incoherent mush.

Unexpectantly, Kunikuzushi changes his maddingly slow assault on your cunt, flattening his tongue against your swollen clit, the brush of the cool silver metal of his tongue piercing, shooting a wave of hot pleasure up your spine. A gasp spills from your lips, your hips bucking forwards in shock, and your hands instinctively tangling themselves into Kunikuzushi's deep violet hair.

Kunikuzushi smirks victoriously against your core, now sinfully soaked with arousal and his spit, before stroking his tongue back and forth against your clit. A strangled moan finally escapes your lips as hot pleasure surges through your body, your back arching and smothering Kunikuzushi's face against your drolling pussy.

You'd expected him to pull away by now, yet instead, a slender finger is thrust into your messy hole, the squelch of your arousal echoing throughout the room. The mushy walls of your cunt clench tightly around Kunikuzushi's digit, clearly not used to the intrusion, yet as the initial pain of the stretch subsides, it becomes apparent, it feels good, it feels really good.

"Ah- Mhh-," airy moans fill the room as you forget you were even attempting to contain them beforehand.

"Does it feel good?" Kunikuzushi's lips back away to ask the lewd question, the single digit still buried knuckle deep inside your heat.

You nod frantically, loosening your grip on his deep violet hair.

"Can you fit another finger?" he proceeds to ask, curling his buried digit.

You shudder at the question; embarrassingly enough, just one of Kunikuzushi's digits was a tight fit, yet you'd be lying to yourself if you didn't admit your body was begging for more. To make matters worse, as your gaze settles on Kunikuzushi, the sight of his face covered in smudged lipstick and your sticky slick causes your cunt to throb with desperation.

"Yes... please," you whisper between huffs of air.

"How polite," Kunikuzushi remarks, his cheeks warming at your breathy answer.

Instantaneously, Kunikuzushi's lips are back on your swollen clit, a second digit thrusting into the fluttering walls of your pussy. Your grip on his hair impulsively tightens, forcing him closer to your core. Thrusting his buried digits, Kunikuzushi forms a rhythmic pace, curling them expertly to hit your most sensitive spot.

"AHH!" you scream out at the unfamiliar sensation of hot pleasure consuming your body, your thighs becoming weak and the pressure building at your lower abdomen becoming impossibly tight.

Suctioning his lips around your clit, Kunikuzushi maintains his relentless pace, adamant about having you fall apart entirely at his hands.

"Slow down, Kuni-" you cry out, the end of Kunikuzushi's name getting cut off by yet another lewd moan.

Kunikuzushi groans against you in response... did he like getting called that?

Anchoring you forward by your thighs, Kunikuzushi buries his face closer, thrusting his fingers against your g-spot over and over, the coil at the pit of your stomach at its breaking point.

"Gonna cum," you babble between moans.

Releasing his grip around your thighs, Kunikuzushi's free hand wanders up your abdomen and beneath your bralette, your mind too clouded to realise what he is doing until a hardened nipple is pinched and rolled roughly between his fingertips. The combination of the pain and pleasure causing the coil at the pit of your stomach to finally snap and unleash your climax.

"Ngh, cumming,"

With an ear-shattering cry, your climax washes over you, eyes rolling to the back of your head, cum gushing from your cunt and onto Kunikuzushi's face. Your thighs shake as Kunikuzushi helps you ride out your orgasm with his slender fingers, refusing to pull his face away from your gushing pussy and instead opting to devour every last drop of your arousal.

Kunikuzushi finally pulls away after your orgasm washes over, wiping the slick covering his lower face lazily before confidently licking the excess from his fingertips.

"Feel better?" Kunikuzushi candidly asks as you sit on the couch in a daze.

As your heavy breathing lulls over and your blissed-out consciousness returns, you scramble to take back your discarded sweatpants and cover your lower half up.

"Better," you murmur under your breath while struggling to dress, shaky thighs still weak from the previous onset of pleasure.

As his slender figure turns away, clearly pleased with his performance, you pinch the sleeve of his fishnet undershirt. Kunikuzushi pauses from his exit, and for the first time all night, you meet his gaze, staring nervously into his dark eyes.

"Don't you want me to reciprocate?" you ask with a blush.

Kunikuzushi smiles, and the sight is so pretty you have to stop yourself from gawking at the unfamiliar vision.

"Not necessary. Consider it a thank you... for making sure I didn't get clogged pores from wearing my makeup overnight," Kunikuzushi drawls out his response slowly, the pretty smile across his face slowly fading before you watch him retreat to his room.

He had remembered, after all.

Somehow you felt more embarrassed that he had remembered your ramblings from the night he came home drunk than the fact his face was stuffed between your legs less than ten minutes ago. Swallowing what little of your pride you had left, you exhaustively make your way to the safe haven of your bedroom, completely forgetting that you had lost track of your ruined panties, something that the future you will have fun panicking about.

That night before passing out, you made a final discovery that Kunikuzushi's lipstick was smudged not only on his lips... but yours too.

#scaramouche #smut #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #genshin impact #genshin

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sonnycampbellsmith · 1 day ago

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Pairing: Bucky x Male Reader, Matt Murdock x Male Reader (one-sided)

Synopsis: Daredevil flirts with you during a mission, Bucky is not amused

(Male Reader is known as Songbird, is also the adopted little brother of Tony Stark as explored during previous fics)

Tag(s): fluff, flirting, cursing, action, slightly insecure Bucky, first ‘I love you’s, allusion to smut

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Dating Bucky has honestly been a surprisingly comfy ride, with a few bumps along the way but isn’t that how all relationships are like anyways?

It’s been a couple of months and he still brings you coffee in the morning. He latches himself onto you like a clingy koala whenever the both of you have some downtime and he cuddles you to sleep every night even though he has his own room in the tower. He was the big spoon.

You do a lot of things for him too. Making breakfast for the both of you in the morning, sometimes offering to massage him when he pushes himself too much during a mission and even applying some ointment on his arm whenever it gets a little red from overuse of the metal arm.

He still attends therapy and it’s during those sessions is when you find yourself with a lot of time to spare. Tony’s always in the lab with Bruce and Peter. Steve, Natasha, Wanda and Sam are usually doing their own things as well, so you felt a little lonely.

You eventually found yourself walking around the streets of New York at random times of the day. Mindlessly wandering around, discovering new places to sit down, enjoy a meal and people watch.

Which is how you met your new friend, Jessica Jones. A dark haired, sarcastic, sharp-witted and cynical Private Investigator of whom you chanced upon when she fell off a random roof and landed right into bags of trash during one of her own investigations of a super-powered individual.

You politely offered your help to her, she politely told you to fuck off, you helped anyway and the rest was history. You and Jessica grew closer over time and you’d sometimes drop by the Alias Investigations office ,aka Jessica’s apartment, whenever you’d get bored.

From there you learnt of more super-powered individuals like Luke Cage,Danny Rand, Misty Knight, Colleen Wing, and Daredevil.

One of the days when you went to visit Jessica, you were surprised to find a man in a red devil suit, injured and bloodied in Jessica’s apartment.

Jessica looking exhausted and exasperated by the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen lying on her couch.

Helping Jessica patch up the vigilante was a little tough without a proper med kit but you made it work. It didn’t take long since you learnt the basics, all of the Avengers had to go through medical training anyways and you’ve had a lot of practice since your boyfriend tends to get injured. A lot. There was even a tiny argument that broke out between you and Bucky but that’s a story for another time.

While patching up Daredevil, you made polite conversation with him. At that point, his helmet was off and you realised he was blind (and handsome). That’s when the questions started flowing and he slowly opened up to you.

His name was Matthew Murdock, he was blinded when he was a kid by an accidental chemical spill, which took his sight but enhanced his other senses. He was taught to fight by a man named Stick, who was no longer around. He’s also a lawyer.

You were surprised to find out that he also grew up in the same orphanage you grew up in, Saint Agnes. The both of you chatted and laughed about that fact and you felt another bond was forming.

After patching him up, Jessica offered beer from her fridge and the three of you enjoyed the night together. You offered Matt some help to get back to his apartment but he laughed and waved you off, saying that he’ll just call a cab.

After saying your goodbyes, you left Jessica’s apartment feeling happy about making a new friend outside of just the Avengers.

Walking by a burger place, you got a couple of cheese burgers to go. Once you reached the tower, you went straight to the lab to give one to Tony; knowing fully well your big brother would lose sense of time with his work.

Once you arrived at the lab, however, you see Tony passed out on one of the work benches. Papers scattered everywhere.

“Oh Tony…” You tutted disapprovingly as you went to pick up a blanket from the couch to drape it over his sleeping figure. Leaving one of the cheeseburger bags next to him, you lean in to give Tony a kiss on the side of his head before going back up to the communal area to have your dinner.

When the elevator doors open, you see the others lounging around. After some small talk, you made your way to the kitchen and found Bucky scrolling on his phone, a frown on his face whenever he focuses on what he was reading.

“You’ll get wrinkles if you keep doing that, baby.” You kiss him on the cheek as you walked past him earning you a chuckle as he pulls you to sit on his lap, causing you to drop the bag of cheeseburgers on the kitchen counter.

You feel his face nuzzling your neck, making you giggle at how ticklish his stubble was. “I missed you doll, where were you today?” He sighed into your neck.

“I was out helping a friend in the city and I think I even made a new friend by doing so.” You told him as you took out the cheeseburgers for you and Bucky to consume.

“You’re making friends outside now?” Bucky asked while openly chewing his burger making you scrunch up your nose before covering the middle of his mouth with your fingers.

“Chew with your mouth closed, you are not an animal.” You scolded him, making him smooch your fingers in retaliation. “I’ll be anything for you.”

Rolling your eyes, you took another bite of your burger before answering his previous question. “Look, everyone’s busy or doing their own things outside of just being the Avengers. When you’re off for therapy, I just get a little bored so I’d go visit my friend. Nothing too crazy.” You told him, leaving out all the super parts of it.

Bucky stared at you.

“What? Is there something on my face?” You tried to wipe off any metaphorical mess but couldn’t seem to get any making Bucky laugh as he takes a hold of your hand, running his thumb over your knuckles.

You put down the burger and waited. Bucky was quiet, his eyes not meeting yours. Usually this meant he was contemplating whether or not saying something that’s on his mind would cause a negative reaction, you didn’t mind waiting just as long as he was honest with you by the end of it.

“I feel guilty,” Bucky began with his metal hand absently caressing the side of your body as he spoke. “You’ve been so supportive and patient throughout my healing journey. To be frank, I’m still surprised you still want to be with me. I know it hasn’t exactly been easy.”

You cooed at Bucky, bringing his face closer to yours to drop a kiss to his lips. “Don’t. Don’t feel guilty about facing your own demons, I knew what I signed up for when we got together and I’m happy you’re doing this for yourself. You can go through literal hell and I’ll still be here, with you, at the end of the day.”

Bucky couldn’t find proper words to convey his feelings so he gave a small smile and silently nodded before the both of you went back to eating your burgers.

“Damn, really Buck?” Sam walked into the kitchen, finding the two of you in your compromising position. “You couldn’t let our little canary sit by himself on a normal seat?”

“His ass belongs on one seat and that’s my lap, Wilson.” Bucky retorted making Sam laugh heartily and you flicking his forehead in retaliation.

Finishing up, you told Bucky that you were going to your room to shower and get ready for bed. As you made your way past the living room, the doors to the elevator opens up and Tony steps out.

You see him happily skip up to you before planting a wet, greasy kiss on your forehead making you push him off in disgust. “Tony! Ew!I’m guessing you ate that cheeseburger then?”

You hear him chuckle. “That I did, little brother. I had to show my gratitude somehow.”

“By being gross? You could’ve just said thank you like a normal person.”

“I love you too.”

You rolled your eyes and walked away as Tony continued to cackle at your expense.

A couple of quiet days go by when you get a text from Jessica asking for your help. You gathered your things, ready to make a move when the door to your room opens and Bucky steps in with a grin.

His face quickly drops when he realises you were leaving. “Hey sweetheart, heading out?”

“Yeah, Jessica texted me.” You raised an eyebrow at him. “Aren’t you supposed to be in therapy right now?”

Bucky shrugged. “I was but Dr. Raynor had an emergency so we had to reschedule. I thought I’d surprise you by asking if you wanted to go out on a little lunch date with me.”

“Oh.” You sighed, watching Bucky’s shoulders drop in disappointment. “Baby, I’d love to but Jessica really needs my help. How about we take a rain check on that lunch, hmm?”

Bucky gives you a sheepish smile and nodded. You gave him a soft smile in return before letting him pull you into his arms and giving him a sweet kiss, which he deepens by pushing his tongue into your mouth.

When the both of you separated, you leave a kiss on his cheek before bidding him goodbye and then rushing off to Jessica’s.

When you reached Jessica’s place, you’re surprised to find two other people with her. Matt Murdock and an unfamiliar woman were waiting in the apartment.

“Hope you don’t mind.” Jessica stood next to you.

“You’ve met Matt already. This lady’s Colleen Wing, a martial arts expert who took on the Iron Fist mantle after her ex boyfriend left to go “discover himself” or whatever.”

Colleen smiles at you and shakes your hand. “It’s way more complicated than it sounds but I’m glad you took up the call. It’d be nice to have more backup and an Avenger to boot.”

She starts a rundown of their next mission regarding the rise of the Triad and their gangs cooperating with a mysterious group of warrior ninjas that go by the name of ‘The Hand’.

A shipment was being sent to the docks later in the evening. Colleen needed backup to try and stop that shipment from getting into the clutches of The Hand. Daredevil was called in since he had a history with the group as well.

In all honesty, you were a little nervous. You were unprepared to face gangsters and literal ninjas today, thinking Jessica just needed help for a stakeout but you’ve faced killer robots and even your fellow Avengers at one point so you had some sense of confidence in you.

“Someone’s on the fire escape, listening in.” Matt suddenly said, making everyone tense up before a familiar metal hand reaches in from the window as a sign of peace.

You sighed with relief. “Everyone, I’d like to introduce you to Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes also known as The Winter Soldier. A fellow Avenger.”

Bucky steps into the apartment with a sheepish nod. “Sorry, didn’t mean to intrude. You can consider me backup too.”

Jessica squints at Bucky suspiciously before sauntering up to him. “You mean backup for this guy, right?” She claimed, pointing back at you.

“Jess…” You groaned before turning and glaring at Bucky. “Sergeant, do you mind if I spoke to you privately in the hallway?”

Bucky nodded before following you out of the apartment, you stood a few feet away from the main door. Your hands now on your waist, waiting for an explanation from your boyfriend.

“Listen, sw-“

“Songbird when we’re on the field.” You interrupted him, making him nod sheepishly at you.

“Listen. I was just a little bit worried.” Bucky started explaining and when you opened your mouth to speak, he put his hand out. “I know you have a life outside of the Avengers, outside of me but I wished you told me a little more about it. I didn’t mean to betray your trust and disrespect your boundaries, I just wanted to know that you were safe. I’m sorry, I’ll leave if you want me to.”

You looked into Bucky’s eyes, unsure of what you wanted to find but you were only met with sincerity and regret. “Okay. I accept your apology and for what’s it worth, I’m glad you’re here.”

You reached out for Bucky and tugged on his jacket, rubbing the material of the jacket between your fingers as a way to ground yourself in the moment.

“I’m nervous, Buck. I know I’m used to the most whacky shit known to man but to go in with a team that I’m not familiar with? Everything could go wrong, if we’re not careful.”

Bucky takes your hand into his, bringing it up to his face to kiss your knuckles softly. “It’s okay. I’m here, I’ve got your back.”

You smiled and nodded before making your way back to others. Walking in, you see Matt’s already changed into his Daredevil costume.

“Are you gonna walk out with us looking like that?” You asked him, making Matt chuckle and grin.

“Nope,” he points out the window. “I’ll be traveling by the rooftops. You’d be surprised how hardly anyone ever looks up nowadays.”

You walk up to Matt, eyeing his costume. “Honestly this is pretty impressive for a local lawyer. Must’ve saved a fortune to look this badass. Also, nice ears.”

Matt sighed. “They’re horns. I bet you look pretty good in your costume too but alas,” he waves his hand across his face for comedic effect, making you laugh. “I’m a blind man at the end of the day. You have a pretty voice though.”

Matt then proceeds to walk up to the window, getting ready to jump out. “I’ll see you at the docks.”

“Pretty voice?” Bucky mutters under his breath, unamused by Daredevil’s blatant flirting of which you seemed to be impervious to.

Everyone watched as Daredevil, jumped out before collectively heading out for the docks.

When you reached the docks, the sun was already setting. No sign of either Triad or Hand members around. All of the workers had already left as well, leaving the place completely empty.

Colleen and Jessica went to find the shipment while you and Bucky decided to patrol around the docks for any sign of suspicious activity.

“Haven’t seen Devil Man around yet. You sure he’s dependable?” Bucky said as the both of you walked by a random crate.

“Daredevil and yes, Jessica vouches for him so I’ll do the same.” You turned a corner, disappointed to find absolutely nothing. “Besides I feel like out of everyone here, he has the most experience with The Hand and their ninjas.”

Bucky hummed in response. After a few minutes of silence, Bucky spoke up again. “You know, I think your voice is pretty too.”

You stopped walking and turned to Bucky in confusion. “You think my voice is pretty?”

“Yeah. Just thought you’d hear it from me instead of someone else.” Bucky shrugs as he leans on one of the crates.

You stared at him incredulously, not sure where this was coming from and quite frankly, you’re not really in the mood to play twenty questions at the moment. “Okay? Thank you, I guess. Can we focus on the task at hand, though?”

Bucky pouted but quickly shot his metal arm out at you, intercepting a throwing knife that was aimed right at your throat.

Your eyes widened and you looked around only to find a man in a blue body suit, that only showed his eyes, staring at the both of you. A faint logo of a bullseye shown on the top of his mask.

“Avengers? Definitely wasn’t expecting you to show up. Don’t mind me, just doing a job I’m getting paid for. I’m sure they won’t mind losing a person or two in their roster.” The man manically laughs as he throws out more knives that Bucky blocks with his metal arm.

The man throws another knife but it hits one of the nearby crates, ricocheting the knife and cutting Bucky in the cheek instead.

“Bucky!” You yelled.

Bucky staggers, not fully prepared for whoever this assailant was. Normally he’d just charge in but that would expose you to the man’s knives and he couldn’t take that chance.

“You Avengers don’t belong here. How about you guys just turn around and go home? I promise, I’ll try not to stab you in the back.” The man laughs at his own joke.

You and Bucky tense up when he takes a step closer, taking out another knife. You see him lift the knife up, only for it to be knocked out of the man’s hand by a red billy club.

Daredevil then swoops in and delivers a flying kick making the man fall to the ground.

“Colleen and Jessica need help, go now! I got Bullseye.” Daredevil tells you and Bucky.

Bucky turns to you. “You need to go help them, I’ll help Daredevil take care of this guy. We’ll come find you after.”

“But-“ You didn’t want to leave Bucky alone but when you looked into his steel blue eyes, you hesitantly nodded before making your way to where the shipment was held at.

Daredevil was with him, they’ll have each other’s backs.

As you run off to find the others, Bucky turns back to see Bullseye stand up. The man exchanges a few punches with Daredevil who blocked and parried most of the attacks.

Daredevil quickly delivers an uppercut making Bullseye stumble backwards into Bucky; who turns him around and punches him right in the forehead with the metal arm, effectively knocking the man out cold.

“What kind of a dumbass puts a literal target on his forehead?” Bucky scoffed down at Bullseye, Daredevil chuckling before nodding his head in another direction.

“We’ve got company.”

The two turn from Bullseye’s body on the ground only to be faced with a bunch of the Hand ninjas.

Back to back, Bucky and Daredevil get ready to fight.

“Let’s make this quick, pretty bird’s waiting for us.” Daredevil quips, making Bucky’s jaw tense.

Bucky flexes his metal arm. “Right but try not to call my boyfriend pretty again or I’ll knock you out too.”

He hears Daredevil chuckle before they start their rumble.

Once you reached the shipment, you noticed that Jessica and Colleen were pinned down behind a crate as bullets wheeze pass them.

The triad had arrived and immediately opened fire as soon as they saw the two of them.

“Cover your ears!” You yelled at the two of them before running forward from your hiding spot to let out a powerful sonic scream that deflected all incoming bullets and send all of the men flying backwards.

You watched as the men slowly recovered before backing up and retreating from the docks. Sighing with relief, you turned when you heard slow claps and a low whistle from Jessica.

“Seems like you do have a pretty voice.” Colleen laughed as she patted you on the back. “Thanks for saving us back there.”

“Guess we missed the party.” You hear Daredevil say as he walks up to you with Bucky in tow.

“Be glad,” Jessica chimes in. “He’d probably have burst those sensitive eardrums of yours.” Daredevil laughed in response.

Bucky walks up to you, immediately wrapping an arm around your waist. “Wanna go home?”

“Go home.” Colleen said. “We got this, you look like you’re about to drop at any second with how loud you screamed back there.”

You grin before leaning most of your weight on Bucky, your head resting on his shoulder. “You got that right. I’ll see you guys around. Jess, I’ll text you, okay?”

Jessica nods before following Colleen and Daredevil to see what was inside the shipment. You and Bucky went back home, happy the night was over.

Once you reached the tower, the both of you retreated into your respective rooms to clean off the dirt and grime from the night.

Just as you had finished donning your night apparel, you hear a knock on the door. You opened it revealing, Bucky in shorts and a tank top.

Your eyes roamed his muscular form before settling on his handsome face, a smirk resting on his face at catching you openly leering at him. You noticed the small cut from earlier and immediately reached out to check on it.

Bucky leaned in to your palm with a small smile on his face.

“Can I come in?” Bucky whispered to you.

You smiled at him. “Of course.” You moved away from the door to let him in before shutting it.

Bucky settling on the bed, like he usually does.

He makes grabby hands at you, which makes you laugh before walking up to him and letting him pull you into his lap.

Bucky’s face immediately going to your neck to take a deep breath, your scent always calms him down.

You played with the hair on the back of his head as the both of you sat silently in each other’s arms for a few minutes.

“I’m sorry.” You broke the silence, Bucky pulling back from your neck to look up at you in confusion. “You were right. I could’ve told you what I was doing all this time when I was away but a part of me was selfish thinking that this was only something I had.”

Bucky kept quiet, making circles on your hip with his thumb to help soothe your nerves.

“Ever since I joined the Avengers, it felt like everything I did or have was out in the open for everyone to see but then I met you,” Bucky gave you a soft encouraging smile.

“It’s our little moments with each other that no one else on the team gets to see. You are the one in my life that I get to selfishly keep to myself and I would never do anything to keep you out of the dark when you’ve been transparent with me with everything that you do, even in therapy.”

Bucky leans in to kiss you on the mouth. He tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear, his eyes meeting yours.

“God, I’m so lucky to have you, sweetheart. I love you.”

You froze, mouth open. “You love me?”

“Every day.” Bucky responds confidently. “I love you so much. You’re my rock, doll. There’s no one else I’d rather go through this life with but you.”

You rolled your eyes at his sappiness. “I love you too. Always and forever.”

Bucky leans in to kiss you sweetly, you returning with the same energy but your gentle pecks slowly turned into heavy tongue action as you rocked back and forth in his lap. Sighing into his mouth as he grabs your ass to grind up into you.

You push him back for a second, halting all movement. His eyes now dilated staring back into yours.

“Let’s do it.” You gasped out, Bucky raising his eyebrows. You were a virgin and the both of you agreed to wait. Bucky never once pushed you for more intimately, happy to settle with just make outs and a little dry humping here and there.

“You sure, doll?” Bucky asked, you nodded before standing up and shedding off all your clothes.

Bucky watched in awe, his shorts now tented with an impressive size. “You look beautiful, I can’t wait make you all mine.”

You chuckle as he makes quick of his own clothes before pulling you into bed with him. His naked body now on top of yours.

The two of you hissing in pleasure once the front of your bodies make contact.

“I love you so much, sweetheart. I’m gonna take care of you so well tonight. You’ll never need anyone else again.” Bucky growls out before kissing your neck, making you moan and roll your body up to his.

Let’s just say a lot of firsts happened that night and you were left deliciously wrecked.

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Okay so not my best, the story went a little bit everywhere

I honestly just wanted to put my favourite Defenders here and have y’all SEEN Charlie Cox lately? Be still my hole heart

But I still wrote it and maybe I’l go back to more fluff? I’m still learning about smut and I really wanna make that fic the hottest thing on here.

Again, thank you for your support :)

Appreciate it

All mistakes are mine!

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thetrasha · 2 days ago

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Cookie giver here 🍪 !

Coming again for Brook 👹 (please tell us if we should give you some rest days 😂)

With what you wrote about how Brook would "confess" his feelings, I was wondering, how do you think he would be at the beginning of the relationship ? Would he overcome all of his insecurities rather quickly or do you think it would make them worse somehow ?

Thanks again for everything you write and have a nice day !!

Hello anon (●'◡'●)

I admit - I haven't thought about that part, so this was very fun for me! I think he'd be quite the mixed bag, have some great and some bad moments where his confidence falters... but I actually don't think he'd get worse!! He seems, despite all the weirdness, like a well-adjusted person who trusts fully once he's committed to someone. I put a phrase somewhere in those Brook posts, basically saying that he trusts you more than himself - that rings true 100%... That being said, the bad moments are him just essentially trying to punish himself‼️I think he'd cope with humour, so we would absolutely have to put him in his place 😤Not on my watch, Brook-

I wrote a cute little scenario :D (Requests don't bother me at all, I LOVE THEM)

No Grave Can Hold My Body Down

BROOK EDITION

“Anything interesting happening lately?”

You entered the room with a yawn, having slept in and only ever appearing after the others have already left the kitchen after breakfast. As was your routine, Brook was still sipping on some Earl Grey Tea while reading the newspaper, but ever since you two became a true couple, you became a lot more casually affectionate with each other. Thus, you plopped yourself down next to your skeleton lover and nestled up into his side. Your nose scrunched up at his orange feather boa, throwing one side of the garment over his shoulder to cling to him properly.

Brook hummed in satisfaction, smiling down at you.

As you reached over to pick up a breakfast croissant with jam, he began explaining,

“Hmmm, not really, my love. Impel Down has been fully rebuilt, a politically unstable Summer Island has been experiencing severe drought and, get this, the satanic cult of Namakura Island has been getting into trouble with the World Government. They’re getting investigated.”

You blinked at him before breaking out into laughter, “Isn’t that the island you were sent to by Kuma?! I-… I literally can’t!!”

Brook nodded, “Yohoho~! The very same, yes.”

You had a twinkle in your eye, smirking. Your partner desperately tried to ignore looking your way, knowing that you were up to something. Your little streak of mischief has been amusing him, because he knew that you just wanted to reassure him that you were okay with… whatever this was. Brook couldn’t help but make jokes at his expense sometimes – far crueller than the ones pointing out that he had no eyes that were doing double-takes, and no skin to itch in discomfort. He tried to give you an out, thinking that you’ll magically wake up and realise that ‘oh my God, the skeleton man is actually dead and cannot kiss me, he is not as warm as a human man would be, among other things…’

“I still cannot believe they called you ‘Satan-sama’.”

Your snort alerted him, his head snapping towards you. He shook his head in mock disapproval, but his grin was wide.

“Well, it did make me famous. You don’t see a horror show like tha-”

“I happen to like that horror show.”, you retorted, pressing up against him. He had no lungs to speak of, but you could hear his breath hitch. You thought he was insane for speaking so lowly of himself, when he went through the entire range of human emotions all the same. Lips or no lips, he nuzzled his jaw against your neck every night before you separated, going into your respective quarters; heart or no heart, you could feel his chest bones thrum in anticipation when you leaned in to plant a kiss on his face; blood or no blood, he was still hot to the touch and able to blush around you. How his bones managed to acquire a delicately rosé tone was shrouded in mystery, but you suspected that his soul just shone through. Humans are adaptable creations, which means he just learnt to live with his circumstances, just like how you’re learning every day.

Brook was ecstatic when he petted your hair as your boyfriend for the first time, his long fingers scratching your scalp and making you succumb to pleasure, but he almost cried as soon as you let out a yelp, some strands of yours holding onto the space between his bones and causing a nasty knot to form around his wrist as you both tried to free you again.

He hasn’t had the courage to do it ever since, but he has been on a learning curve.

“I love you, Brook”, you uttered, looking up into the hollowness of his eye sockets. You could literally peer right into him. Sometimes, if you just looked hard enough, you could see his soul you knew that his love for you burnt through his every bone, keeping him alive – maybe more alive than he’d been previously.

You heard a sniffle. He averted his gaze, but pressed himself against you, chasing your warmth.

He was getting comfortable being with you, and in return, he’s slowly getting comfortable being himself.

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viceria · 2 days ago

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Okay I agree with A LOT of things you said - and I may have just realised I explained my points pretty vaguely for you to think otherwise. Especially with the whole genius aspect (and it looks like my headcanons got the best of me there, whoops). In my opinion - or how I study talent and hard-work - it is all based on scale, or a percentage. “People are born unequal with unequally distributed talents,” definition by me. It’s kinda finicky at first, but once you use it often it’s so much more better than using one term. Considering that there are many people who fit in between genius, prodigy, mediocre, and/or talentless, like you said for Lui with genius and prodigy.

E.g., In beyblade, Free’s talent would be at 75-85%. I am also a big fan of Free - probably just as much for Lui - but for some minor clarification, prior God, he barely trained due to the lack of stronger opponents. Hell, he’d rather laze around and play with Fafnir than imagine anyone ever rivalling his strength. And he isn’t wrong for that. I don’t know how long he had the belt for, but for him to lose ‘interest’ while keeping it from everyone’s hands (especially Lui) is downright ridiculous and impressive at the same time. It’s just a shame the series made him to who he is now.

For Lui, it would be 60%. I will admit that him starting at a young age and reaching a high level is incredibly impressive, however I don’t think that labels him a prodigy at Beyblade. Due to his lack of strength and slow training progress - hinted through how much training he needs to catch up with every one - he isn’t that highly talented. Hell, Shu would have a greater rate (I’d say 65% give or take) judging by his career’s pacing and overall muscle mass. However, this is where things get interesting.

In strategic planning/execution, Free would be 60%, while Lui would be 80%. Okay, I am not going to undermine Free’s intelligence, but I will admit that this blondy makes the dumbest training strats when he wants to go extreme. Like pulling a boulder that you can barely pull yourself is not effective training, hell it only strains your muscles and risks the chances of injury (which ironically happened during the semifinals with Valt). Moreover, this boy has poor technique when he pulled that rock. I ain’t a muscle guy, but I can already feel myself tensing at the chances of a muscle being torn. It’s also another reason why trainers wouldn’t send someone straight to the highest level, especially without the proper technique (never bend your backs while carrying guys!)

Back on track, strategic planning/execution is a pretty universal skill. I feel like the term for it is wrong, but it’s the best I got tonight. Anyway, you can pretty much use it on many things. Like how to study for exams, plan game strategies, and etc. Since Lui has that greater advantage, he used it to boost up his Beyblade skills to the max to reach every one. I already explained how he did it before, but for a quick recap, he addressed his weaknesses and focused on levelling that. In the meantime, he used his strengths (adaptability, observation, and intelligence) to quickly win against his opponents and rank through the top. At first I thought I was pulling this out my ass, but he studied martial arts to increase his launching power and learnt every newly introduced stadium under one battle, aka the first ten seconds or so into a battle. I know this belongs in the observation department - which he probably has 90% let’s be real - but to make an idea and execute it flawlessly definitely has some strategic execution value. If that ain’t a prodigy then I don’t know what is.

I feel like this was due to his parents running a business for him to gather this much talent and experience, but I’ll talk about that in a later post.

However, despite everything, hard work won’t be enough against someone with raw talent. Basically, your maximum is another’s minimum. No matter how hard Lui trains, Free could train harder and reach a level that could make his efforts fruitless. Honestly, looking back this kid has so much patience and determination to handle the stress and frustration of that. I’ll explain their dynamic more in a future post because BRO I fucking love them so much it hurts when people see me as crazy talking about it.

I hope that explains more about the genius thing and what I meant. Lui and Free are both undeniably prodigies, but not in the same field. I have so many things I want to talk about from your comment (‘cause I swear no one really pays enough attention to my flaming boy for a conversation to be interesting or engaging tbh), but I don’t want to make this reply too long. So, I’ll probably do so in another post! Thank god my exams just ended.

Also thanks again for the reply!!! I love hearing people’s thoughts and opinions on Lui that aren’t completely blind biasses, or downright idiotic. I try my best not to be bias myself, since I do love him a lot, but it’s nice to have someone catch onto them.

Lui character analysis/rant

Before I start my character analysis on Lui, can I just say the number of content my guy has is diabolical. He is literally part of the main four, what do you mean he’s like a rare pokemon where most of their content appeared years ago??? Maybe I still don’t know how to use filters (and please tell me otherwise because he’s such a cool character my god), but it’s just so disappointing.

Back on track, but I believe Lui is by far one of the most observant people in the series. He can understand a situation with a single glance and identify the improvements a blader requires off the bat. He saw Valt once and already knows the potential Valkyrie has, met Red Eye once and connected the dots that he’s Shu, and was the only person to realise Shu’s true goal when he joined forces with Lean by his own. (I know Valt knew, but it was implied that Shu informed him earlier of his plan. Did Valt agree with it? Hell no, but he trusted Shu to not go evil again). Moreover, all of his ‘critiques’ towards people are all factual. They’re just incredibly said out wrongly. While this could just be Lui’s natural behaviour, I think it has something to do with his childhood.

I mean, it’s kinda obvious how he has neglectful parents, considering they allowed a six year old to travel around the world. But on a deeper note, I feel like his character was built on harsh criticism. It would explain how his comments came off as natural, as if it were in his nature to point out someone’s faults than their skills. Moreover, it explains how he never cared when people insults him, since it would be so normalised to encounter. An example would be Gou stopping his teammates from cheering him on in the finals, claiming it would only distract Lui. Just imagine having faced so much disproval in your life that someone’s cheers would act more of a distraction than encouragement. He might even believe that they were nothing more than empty words. I know it’s a minor comment, but it makes Lui’s situation much more grimmer when taken into consideration.

Another analyst is how he isn’t the typical ‘genius’ people claim him as. That is the natural genius, like Free. Instead he trains as hard, or even more harder than Shu throughout the show. Every time we see Lui outside of a battle, it’s always when he’s training, and when he’s not, he would only stay for a few seconds to amuse his interest before returning to his training routine. The only difference between Shu and Lui is experience, literally. Unlike Shu, he knows his body’s limits, and he knows that treating your body poorly would be detrimental to your performance. Using his knowledge over himself, he made an entire training session that aligns perfectly for him. According to the manga - or maybe I’m delusional and imagined it - Lui lacks muscle or the strength most bladers have. So what does he do? Makes a machine focusing on his launching form, training his arm and leg muscles. Which would explain why he has more defined legs and arms than everyone. Moreover, according to the manga, he had to study martial arts to gather enough power despite that lack of strength.

Even then, when Shu does take breaks, he doesn’t seem entirely uncomfortable. At most times, he seems relaxed and generally happy spending time with the people he loves. While he does stress on growing stronger, back then in Burst, he doesn’t make a beeline to train the moment he feels like he isn’t included. It only worsens when he gets manipulated and mentally tormented by Ashtem. On the other hand, Lui looks immensely uncomfortable, often shielded with boredom. He wants to train, and feels like he is getting worse if he doesn’t train every damn second. Hell, he would actively leave a conversation if his use was finished or useless. His team against a weaker opponent? No point in attending when he could train instead. Lost a match? Laughs then walks off. Lost a tournament? Immediately walks back to train. At least Shu is trying to hide it, Lui is a walking workaholic. Hell, he tells Hyuga he trains 24/7 as if it were a normal thing or something praise worthy. Like no that isn’t impressive, that’s depressing.

I would like to point out that this guy has trained for nearly five years and was still way below Free’s level. Sure he was ranked second in the world, but it was so clear that Free saw him as a playmate than anything threatening. Which was why it shocked Free so much when Lui won. Because up until that point, it was hinted that Lui barely won through anything that wasn’t a ring or spin finish. Also to put it into retrospection, Valt trained for one year - excluding the year he bought Valkyrie since he was basically having her as a good luck charm than really trying - and took the belt one try. Shu trained for two years and while thanks to the Requiem Project that exceeded his strength, bet Lui and came close to first against Valt, who was on par on Free’s strength.

This guy is a lot of things, but a natural genius ain’t one of them. The only reason why he was able to win and achieve so much was because of his observation skills and intelligence. Without that, he would be a typical side antagonist against Valt. However, I’m not saying he isn’t talented. I’d say he has ~40% of natural ability and ~60% of hard work. Looking back, he resembles Fubuki more than Suoh. Crazy enough.

Also some side note, since I love his guy (as if that weren’t obvious), this guy is a walking introvert. I don’t understand why people write him out as this angry, always violent guy in some fanfics. Like yeah he is rude, but only when you annoy him. Aside from that, he wouldn’t even bother talking to anyone. He was a loner in school, not a bully. Another thing, it really shows his character development throughout the show as he starts to show more compassion towards people. And before anyone say it- HE WAS ALWAYS COMPASSIONATE. Just towards the people he cares about.

I know very crazy, but HEAR ME OUT.

The only people he cared and respected in Burst were Xhaka, Zac, Gou, and Longinus. However in a more emotional dynamic, Gou and Longinus takes first easy. (The list extends more but for now we’re focusing on pre-timeskip) When he came to Zac’s birthday party, he hated it, but he stayed because Gou asked him to. He hated going to his teammate’s matches because he saw it as a waste of time, but since Gou asked in a serious tone, he obliged. Hell, before he could leave, when Gou told him to stay, he gave in. When Longinus told him to battle Valt, he might’ve groaned a bit but he listened. Same with Aiga and his gang. When Longinus got shattered, bro stared at him like the world fell apart. LIKE HAVE YOU SEEN THE DISTRAUGHT FACE HE MADE STARING AT HIS PARTNER??? He was shaking, genuinely shaking. Eyes darting around at the pieces of Longinus. Like that was more than Valt and Valkyrie and that’s saying something. I kid you not, he should’ve shed tears if Longinus didn’t use the last of his strength to comfort him with a dim glow. I genuinely think that was the first and last time he has ever shown fear towards anything, and the fact it wasn’t some typical overpowered kid with an immense aura to do that, but the wellbeing of his partner shows so much of the person he tries to hide.

Moreover, for Free - YES HE ALSO CARES FOR FREE I SWEAR ON MY LIFE. Lui wasn’t an idiot and knew that Free saw him as a playmate and nothing more, then. I can imagine him hating tardiness, especially when it comes to training. Also considering that Free was the world champion, he would hate to have him be late to their training matches. However, he allows it because despite everything, he has slowly grown to care for him. This is especially shown where Lui showed off his natural personality around him - reserved and dismissive - and even gestured a few genuine smiles towards him.

I could rant off about their growth together but this post is already getting long as it is. If anyone read the entire thing, boy I love you.

#beyblade burst #lui shirasagijo #lui shirosagi #sorry for such a long reply #kinda #I just love yapping lol

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