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lustspren · 7 months

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P.S.T EP. 9 | Superhero (Heroes & Villains) ft Ningning.

length: 7.9k words✦

Ningning & Male Reader

genres: little bit fluffy, oral sex, daddy kink, massage, blowjob, creampie, rescue mission lol

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Nothing more than a damn punished dog. That's what you were.

As expected, things took a drastic change from the night of the incident with Giselle. To begin with, the special treatment towards you by Noze and the rest of the staff was completely revoked, you still had your room and absolutely all the benefits you had before, but it was the tasks assigned to you that changed, this of course meant that now you were much busier than before, and the time you had to talk to the girls was quite little.

Giselle took some of the blame regarding the incident, and just like you she apologized to Noze for being so reckless, but Noze's Bitch Boss meter was through the roof. She completely forbade you from speaking to each other, not even by text message, for that she made sure to pick up both of your phones and delete your respective contacts, the punishment would only be in effect until you left San Francisco, but still it didn't make you or Aeri happy at all.

Karina, Winter and Ning were not very social towards you during those days either, the group was quite busy with agendas to attend to here and there, so you very rarely met in person, of course, this was the bird cage in which they had you locked up fault, all the time sending you along with the support staff and purposely keeping you as far away from the girls as possible. Ning, however, always left you a good night message and cared about you. You were very grateful for her closeness and warmth, but she wasn't the only bright part of that ordeal.

"And why are you in the dog house?" Yeji asked you on the other side of the screen while you were on FaceTime. You were in your room, lying on the back of the bed with the blanket up to your belly.

"Well..." you couldn't help but let out a small laugh at how ridiculous it was, "It was already after midnight when I received a message from Aeri, she wanted to meet at the hotel pool," you began to tell them, watching as everyone gathered to pay attention to what you were saying, "as you can imagine, things happened and well, when I took off the bottom of her swimsuit and the buttplug I forgot to leave them on the edge of the pool to take them later, I simply left them there, floating in the water," Yeji, Ryujin and Yuna couldn't help but laugh at you.

“You men really only think with your dick sometimes, damn,” Yeji mocked you between laughs.

"Hey hey, wait a minute," Ryujin intervened, "tell the story properly, I don't have any use for 'things happened', what did you do to her?"

"Why is it important for you to know?" you asked.

"Curiosity," she said, and at that moment you saw Chaery, who looked everywhere as if wanting to flee. Poor baby.

"Well, we kissed... I rubbed her pussy, and then I went under the water to eat her ass and pussy," as you told the story Ryujin and Yuna didn't even bother to hide their arousement, taking off their cotton shorts pajamas to put a hand in her panties, "then we went to her room and I fucked her ass."

"Fuck, I miss you eating my pussy daddy," Ryujin said in a seductive tone, rubbing her pussy under her panties just like Yuna.

"Julia unnie has been helping me play with my ass, daddy," Yuna said next to her, "I can't wait for you to come back so you can test me."

"Uh... I have to take a call, sorry," Chaery said, pointing to her phone, then disappearing from the frame. You sighed, knowing she wouldn't do such a thing, she just looked for an excuse to leave.

"Wonderful, now you've made these sluts really horny," Lia said with a sigh, even though you knew she was just as turned on as the two of them. You were about to respond when you heard a couple of knocks on your door. You already recognized that form of knocking, small knocks meant small hands. Noze.

“Fuck, I have to go,” you whispered into your phone’s microphone.

"Don't worry bitches, I'll take care of you two," was the last thing you heard Yeji say to Ryujin and Yuna before you hung up the call. You quickly stood up and went to open the door, meeting the dictator herself.

"Hello..." you said, watching as she entered your room in hasty steps without even asking first.

"Look, if it were up to me I would make you wait longer so you could get what you deserve," she said, crossing her arms in front of your bed.

"And?"

"You deserve a chance to redeem yourself," she said with a sigh, giving in in exchange for her pride.

"Wow... big bad bug got a bit of a soft spot huh?" you teased.

"Shut your mouth," she warned, and you smiled, going to sit on your bed, "look, the girls had dinner a few hours ago with some fashion brands representatives, you know, discussing contracts and stuff, everything was perfect with the other girls, but it happens that Ning ate something that made her very sick and now she is sick to her stomach."

“Oh, shit,” the smile faded from your face, and your protective instinct kicked in.

"I need you to go pick her up, as discreetly as you can, and bring her here without anyone noticing how bad she looks."

"How do you know she looks bad?"

"How do you look when you're sick to your stomach? Like a Prada model?" Noze raised both eyebrows.

"Fair enough," you said, letting out a breath of worry as you stood up, "and why aren't you there with them? It sounds like something you should be a part of."

"I'm just their manager, I'm in charge of their schedules and group activities, so their personal dealings don't concern me."

"Well, understood," you sighed, grabbing your wallet, your phone, and the cap you wore a few days ago, "where am I going?" you asked Noze walking towards the door.

"Write to her, she'll give you the location," she sat cross-legged on the bottom edge of the bed, "hey, I'm serious, there won't be any third chances, so don't screw this thing up... you can do it,” her tone of voice softened at the end, as if she were putting aside her bossy role and speaking to you like the Noze you had dinner with a few nights ago.

"Everything will be okay, I promise... and thank you," you nodded, with a small smile as you opened the door and prepared to leave, "Wait, wait, are you going to stay here or what?" you asked with a confused frown.

"Yep, I'll sleep naked here while you're gone, and I'll be gone before you can see me," she said with her hands resting on the mattress. You put on a poker face.

"You cannot be serious."

"It's part of your punishment, now get out and close the door."

And so you did, leaving the room with a face of disbelief and closing the door behind your back, walking down the hallway you daydreamed for a second, imagining the scene of Noze sleeping naked between your sheets. You quickly shook your head, remembering that you had a damsel in distress to rescue. You ran towards the reception.

You had to contact one of the staff members to get you the fastest car they had rented, you waited for a few minutes at the reception until the car keys were given to you. You went out to the street, and pressed a button on the key control so that this beep, the car turned out to be a sedan (a Nissan Altima, that year's version. They spared no expense, apparently) in black chrome and tinted windows, perfect for your mission.

Getting into the car and settling into the seat, you took out your phone to write to Ning.

Seven Hills was a very famous restaurant in San Francisco, so the mission was going to be a bit complicated, but you quickly opened Maps and set the course there, driving as fast as you could within the legal limits. When you arrived you stopped on the opposite side of the street where the restaurant was, as expected, you saw people with cameras positioned at strategic points that were more than obvious to the naked eye, you couldn't just walk in. You wrote to Ning again.

Before getting out, you made a U-turn with the car and parked right in front of the aforementioned wide alley. You turned off the car and put on your cap so that it covered your eyes and almost your nose before entering the alley. Ning wasn't completely wrong with her assumption, it wasn't a window, but a large green door that you assumed was where they took out the trash. You made sure that no one was watching you and entered, inside everything seemed calm and clear, and after searching for a few seconds you arrived at the bathrooms. You took out your phone again to let her know you were inside.

You waited for a few minutes until she finally caught up with you. She looked incredibly beautiful, with part of her hair tied up in a high bun and the rest hanging down her back; a short black dress, with prints of white circles and colored butterflies; she also wore a golden jewel necklace, and carried a handbag in her hand.

"Oh my god, thank you so much for coming," she said as soon as she saw you, going to give you a shy hug that you reciprocated.

"It's nothing, cutie," you said, separating yourself from her, looking in all directions, "do you need to use the bathroom before we go?"

"Part of maintaining my image is that I can last until we get to the hotel, so no, let's go," she said, holding onto your arm with both hands, her voice didn't sound convincing at all, and she looked dizzy too.

"I don't think that affects your image at all, you're human," you insisted, looking into her eyes.

"Honey, please just get me out of here," she asked you with desperate eyes, breathing through her mouth, a sign that she felt like throwing up.

"Alright, let's hurry," you took her hand and took the lead.

Time proved you right, because as soon as you left the alley Ning stopped dead, took a few deep breaths, and finally let go of your hand to run behind a large trash can, she fell to her knees, and vomited. You quickly knelt down next to her and made sure to gather all the hair from her face while you caressed her back.

"Fuck, this is so bad," she muttered between labored breaths, her face pale and looking down.

"You're with me, don't worry, you'll be fine," you reassured her, giving her a few small back massages with your only free hand.

You stayed watching over her for a few more long seconds, you would stay with her as long as necessary, but the sound of a shutter whipped you back to reality. You quickly turned around to see a paparazzi you hadn't seen sneak into the alley standing right in the middle of it, pointing the camera at you both and taking photo after photo. This was really bad, very bad.

You hated having to leave Ning there alone, but if you didn't do something right then and there, everything was going to go to hell. You stood up and like lightning you ran towards the paparazzi, a short man in his thirties with tan skin, greasy black hair and dressed like an NPC from GTA V.

"Oh boy, you don't know how much these photos will put a guillotine around your neck," the man said as soon as you approached, looking at the photos on his camera. His voice reminded you of Gargamel's, which made you even more disgusted, "Not only will she have her image ruined, but any intelligent person can spin enough dots and conclude that you're more than a friend."

You clenched your fists tightly, controlling yourself not to give him the beating of his life right then and there. He wouldn't learn the hard way, his language was money.

"Listen to me, dog," you began, facing him less than a meter away, "do you know how much money is backing me?" Extreme situations required desperate measures, and that meant lying whenever necessary, "I can pay you three times what any journalist can pay you, and unless you want to get a life-ruining lawsuit, you're interested in negotiating with me."

"Then I listen to you, boy, because a juicy payment awaits me as soon as I deliver these babies," his laugh, disgusting and evil, screeched in your ears and made you snort.

"How much will they pay you for the photos?"

"Well, those are great shots and I'm the only photographer here, I'd estimate about 20 or 25k," as soon as you heard the figure your head hurt, you didn't know if he was lying to gain or what, but it was too much.

"I can offer you more than that, I assure you, I am SM's representative here in the United States."

“I don't care who you are, kid, talk to me about figures,” he seemed completely uninterested in the conversation, never looking you in the eye and always focused on something else. You took a deep breath.

"I offer you 30k."

"30k?" He laughed in disbelief, "I'm sure you in your position can offer more than that."

"50k."

"Make it 60k."

“50, you son of a bitch, don't play with my patience,” you threatened, jaw clenching. The man remained silent and for the first time he looked into your eyes, seeing a threatening and extremely angry face. He thought about it for a few seconds, then finally spoke.

"Alright, 50k then," he nodded, and then took out the SD card from his camera to throw it on the ground between your feet, then he took out a card from his back pocket and handed it to you, you looked at it, seeing that it was a presentation card with his phone number and his photograph, "you have one week to fulfill the deal, otherwise you will find a leading article on the Internet about a prominent SM man who beat up a photographer so that he would not leak inappropriate things to the public."

"You're a fucking bastard," you said, holding all the rage in your chest, and then picked up the SD card from the floor. Before he left, he hit himself in the forehead with his own fist, which took you by surprise, "What the fuck are you doing?!"

"I must have insurance in case you want to scam me," he laughed, somewhere between triumphant and pained by the blow, "see you later, kiddo, take good care of that girl."

As soon as the man left you ran towards Ning, who was leaning with her back against the wall looking terrible. Her gaze was completely lost and weak.

"We're leaving, baby, come here," you wrapped one of your arms around her waist to secure her to your body and walked as fast as you could with her towards the car. You made sure no one was watching you several times and opened the passenger door, reclining the seat as much as possible so that Ning could sit relaxed and comfortable. You placed her inside the car, put the seat belt on her and you rushed inside too, you started the car, and you started driving again on the streets of San Francisco, thinking about how the hell you were going to fulfill that deal without getting into big trouble.

As soon as you arrived at the hotel, you parked the car right where you had taken it when you left, you got out and picked up Ning to take her to the entrance of the hotel that they had prepared for you in case of emergency. You were able to make her walk during that first stretch, but when you barely entered through the service entrance her legs trembled and she almost fell, you had to carry her on a piggyback ride to her room.

When you entered Ning's room you dropped her on top of the extremely messy bed, full of small mountains of clothes in every corner.

"Fuck… thank you, really," she said in a small voice, her head resting on a pile of clothes.

"You have nothing to thank me for," you began to gather up all of Ning's clothes and stuff them into your open suitcase, "I would feel terrible if something happened to you."

"I heard a camera taking pictures… did you get them?"

"Yep," you grabbed Ning's head, lifted it to remove the pile of clothes from under it and replaced it with a pillow, "It wasn't easy," you threw the clothes into the suitcase.

"How?"

"Don't worry about that," you leaned down to give her a kiss on the cheek and went to the bathroom, inside you opened the shower glass and turned on the water, adjusting it to a warm temperature, then you returned to her, "Come on, there's hot water waiting for you in the bathroom."

"Would you help me undress?" she asked, managing to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Uh... sure," you offered her your hands to take and help her stand up. Once she did, you closed your eyes and reached for the straps of her dress to start pulling it down in a rather clumsy way.

"May I know why you close your eyes, silly?" she asked with a weak giggle.

"You're vulnerable right now, I don't want to be a jerk and take advantage of it," you responded, managing to pull her dress down to her heels.

"You've already seen every part of my naked body, and that was consensual."

"I know, but this time you're sick," you groped her fleshy body looking for her waist, when you found the hem of her panties, you also lowered them to her heels.

"Honey, you're so cute, really, but you can see," she insisted, giving you a peck on your chin before you opened your eyes and admired her incredibly beautiful and hot body.

"God, I'm impressed by how good you look despite feeling this bad," you said, staring at her pretty round tits as you removed the rings from her fingers and the necklace from her neck.

"My legs and feet are sore from the last show," she sighed, "this was the last thing I needed."

"You'll be better soon, now go to the shower, I have to tell Noze that everything is okay," you nodded towards the bathroom, and she nodded.

"Will you come back?" She said taking small steps as she looked at you.

"Of course, I won't be long," you assured, and then turned your back on her to walk towards the door. You turned one last time, watching her beautiful figure as she went into the bathroom, then you walked out of the room to write to Noze.

When you sent the messages you rushed to your room to go get some things you had brought on the trip in case of emergencies, massage oil, skin cream, moisturizer, and a pain relieving ointment that you personally used. You returned to Ning's room, and as you closed the door you heard that the shower was still running and that Ning was not outside the bathroom. You quickly left all the things you had gone to get from your room on the bed and ran to the bathroom, finding Ning still inside the shower, standing perfectly with her entire body wet, including her hair now loose.

"I was starting to think I'd run out of water before you got here," she said when she saw you, "would you join me?" you sighed in relief.

"I almost had a heart attack, I thought you had fainted," you said, taking off all your clothes.

"Oh come on, you're exaggerating," she said with a giggle.

"I've passed out for less," as soon as you entered the shower she turned around and carefully got on her knees, taking your flaccid cock in one hand and bringing it to her mouth, "Hey, what are you doing?" you said taking a quick step back.

"What? I already brushed my teeth and I feel better," she said, looking at you with eyes like a scolded puppy, "I wanted to reward my golden armor knight."

"It has nothing to do with your mouth or anything like that, you have nothing to reward me for darling," you took her by the arms and carefully lifted her to her feet, "the only thing I want right now is to take care of you," you said, looking into her eyes and cradling her face with both hands. Your gazes were fixed on each other's for a few long seconds until you broke the ice, "Can I… kiss you?"

"As much as you want..." she said softly, looking at your lips, and you leaned forward to kiss her. She pressed her chest against yours, and you wrapped your arms around her body to deepen the slow, loving kiss you shared at that moment. The moment she wrapped her arms around your neck and caressed the hair on the back of your neck you felt things in your stomach, strong feelings fluttering and growing gradually. A point of no turning back that would bring you more than one problem later.

"Alright... enough, princess," you murmured against her lips, and you both smiled, "turn around, please."

"Sure," she nodded before turning her back on you. It was time to bring out the skills that had put you where you were in the first place.

You put your hands on Ning's shoulders and began to apply pressure with your thumbs on her shoulder blades. She sighed in satisfaction, and you slowly moved your hands up to her neck and then back down to her shoulders. You continued lower, massaging up her ribs and down to her lower back, always with slow, nice movements for her.

"Are you enjoying it?" you murmured in her ear, noticing that she had her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open.

"My god, yes..." she said, taking a deep breath, "You know? I've been putting others first for so long that I don't even know what it feels like to be pampered... I'd like to know what it feels like to be put first," That reminded you so much of a person that it even hurt your heart a little, but you preferred not to say anything.

"I'm putting you first right now," you said, massaging her waist.

"And I thank you for that, you really are like an angel."

"Well, I'm far from being an angel, darling, I just do what I think is right," you placed a small kiss on her neck, and continued with the massage for a while until you reached out to turn off the shower faucets, "Come on, I'll help you dry off."

"You have magic hands, you know?" She told you as you got out of the shower.

"That's just a little sample," you smiled, grabbing a towel and running it all over your body to dry it off, "go to bed and lie on your stomach, I'll be right there."

She nodded and left you alone in the bathroom, where you took advantage of the moment to wash your face thoroughly before going out to the room, where you found Ning already face down, her head resting on a pillow and her arms underneath it.

"Don't blame me if... you know, you see something wet," she said, hearing that you had left the bathroom.

"Oh don't worry, I know that's going to be my fault," you said with a smile, grabbing the pain ointment you'd brought with you to start spreading it over her feet, her calves, and her thighs as you massaged every little tense muscle. Ning's body began to relax more and more, and it was time to apply the ointment now all over her back and her arms.

The massage oil you had brought was quite light, perfect for situations where you wanted it to dry quickly and not leave the person's body oily for a long time. You began to pour it, first on her feet, massaging between her toes, sole and heel, then you went up to her calves, from where you poured long lines of oil that reached her ass, where you ended up with a couple of circles.

You massaged her calves, the back of her knees and her soft thighs, spreading all the oil very well in a delicate and silent way. When you were done there it was time to move on to what you knew would be your favorite part. You began to spread the oil over her two cute round buttocks, squeezing them every few seconds and rubbing parts of her pussy with your fingers or the backs of your hands. Her slit was visibly wet now, and you saw fit to move out of there so she wouldn't get too horny.

You now concentrated on her back, applying the same process as with the rest of her body, it was when you were massaging her shoulders that she started to fall asleep.

"Hey... can you stay the night with me?" She asked in a small, sleepy voice, as you gently worked her arms.

"Of course princess," you leaned forward, tucked her hair behind her ear and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

You continued the massage for a few minutes until she fell fast asleep, with her body now perfectly moisturized, relaxed and smelling very good. You took the things you had used and left them on the nightstand, to take your phone and lie down next to Ning and write to Noze again.

When you finished the conversation, you left the phone next to your pillow, right on the edge of the bed, and carefully covered yourself and Ning with the blanket, to put an arm over her naked body and snuggle warmly against her. Her skin was extremely soft, and her body was like a small moldable cloud, you breathed in the smell of her hair, and when you gave her a kiss on her forehead she stirred until she lay on her side and put her face on your neck; her chest pressed against yours, and she raised one leg so that you could put yours between her, an extremely intimate position that once again revived your memories.

You tried to fall asleep, but you didn't get more than a light sleep for a very long time. All the stress of the day and the thoughts fluttering in your head like a furious wasp's nest kept you awake for hours that seemed eternal, you would fall asleep for about half an hour, and you would wake up again, when you were going for the fifth time you checked your phone, realizing that there were only two hours left until you had to be in the lobby.

You knew that you weren't going to get any more sleep than that, so you resignedly ran your fingers continuously along Ning's lower back, with your face resting on your hand and your elbow on the pillow. You admired her beauty in complete silence, watching her pretty face as she slept so peacefully that even she made you envious. She moved a little, and you stopped immediately not wanting to wake her, but when she returned to her sleep you continued running the tips of your fingers over the soft skin of her waist and her lower back under the blanket.

In one of those movements your fingers reached her ass, and there you found no turning back, beginning to trace soft circles on her buttocks before going up again to her back, where you caressed her from top to bottom with your full palm.

"Don't even bother stopping anymore..." she murmured just loud enough for you to hear, and you were surprised.

"How long have you been awake?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Since you started touching me like that..." she said with a mischievous smile, her eyes still closed.

"God, I'm sorry I woke you up," you sighed.

"You don't have to apologize at all, I like it," when she said that she put a hand on your abdomen, caressing it slowly, "go ahead, keep going."

You continued as she asked, gently caressing her back for a few seconds and purposely moving down to her butt to rub it with the palm of your hand, feeling the soft flesh of each buttock between your fingers. Ning sighed softly and began to pant, that was when she brought her hand to your cock, using her palm to rub it from your tip to your balls.

"Mmm... good morning then, I guess," you murmured, and she slowly opened her eyes to look at you with a little smile.

"Morning sweetheart," she murmured back, bringing your cock to full hardness in a matter of seconds. She wrapped her fingers around it and started moving her hand very slowly, making you gasp at how warm she felt. You unconsciously brought your hand between her buttocks, and with your fingers you began to gently rub her slit, feeling how her folds were beginning to get wetter and wetter.

"Fuck… is this what every morning is like with you?" you asked between gasps, rubbing her pussy as she slowly masturbated you.

"With you, yes," she whispered before leaning in to kiss you. Your lips were involved in a sensual and passionate dance that made Ning moan, while your hands slowly worked on each other's intimacy. You laid your head back on the pillow, and she rested half of her torso on top of yours, one of her tits pressing against your chest, "Can I suck your cock this time, sweetheart?" she asked against your lips after a while of masturbating each other.

"I'm all yours right now, so go ahead," you nodded, pulling the blanket off you with a single tug, revealing your two naked bodies.

"So all mine huh? I like the sound of that," she pulled away from you and positioned herself so that the side of her body was resting on one of your thighs, her ass facing you and her face just centimeters from your cock.

"And you? Would you be all mine?" you shot, grabbing one of her buttcheeks and caressing it gently, seeing her pretty wet pussy and her beautiful back. She looked at you over her shoulder.

"I've been yours since you looked into my eyes on that plane, you just didn't realize it."

-Oh my fucking god- you thought, completely blown away by how completely crazy about her you were becoming. Without noticing it your cheeks became hot, but you didn't have time to blush when she took your cock inside her mouth.

Her warm mouth made you moan loudly as she slowly took in every inch of your throbbing cock. You brought your hand to her waist, gripping it with your fingers and delighting in how Ning's soft lips clung just inches from your base. She began to gently suck up and down, using her tongue to swirl around your tip each time she went up and to lick the front of your shaft each time she went down.

You knew she was good at sucking cock from your episode on the plane, but there, the two of you alone, with the bright light of the California morning sun filtering through the sides of the blinds illuminating the room, and the cold temperature of the air, she turned your comfortable intimacy into confidence when it came to demonstrating her skills and pleasing you.

Her pumps sent shivers all over your body because of how good they felt, taking almost all of your cock in and out of her mouth with slow and sensual movements. You brought your hand to her ass to squeeze her buttock again, and wanting to return the favor you licked your index and middle fingers to take them directly to her wet slit, running your fingers between her folds again and again until you stopped to rub her clit in circles.

Ning began to moan softly against your cock, sending vibrations along your shaft and urging you to continue rubbing her pussy the best way you could considering what her sensitive spots seemed to be. Your fingers were soaked in a matter of seconds, and you took advantage of this to slowly introduce them into her pussy, which gave way without any complications so that your fingers could be impaled to the core.

Ning's response was to slowly take you deep into her throat, her nose resting against your pubes.

"Oh my fucking god Ning..." you said loudly, using your free hand to squeeze her butt cheek as you gently but consistently pumped your fingers in and out of her pussy.

After a few seconds, Ning coughed a few times against your cock and took you out of her mouth with a strong gasp of air. She looked at you again over her shoulder with eyes full of desire and her mouth half open, letting you see your cock soaked in saliva and how the tip connected to her lips with thin white threads. She dove back in, considerably increasing the pace of her blowjob for less than a minute until you stopped her.

She looked confused, but you subtly grabbed the back of her neck so she could bring her face closer to yours and you could kiss her. You shared a sloppy kiss for a few long seconds, your arm around Ning's waist and her hand running up and down your slick cock.

"Would you eat me, daddy?" She asked you with a low and sensual voice in the middle of a moan, while she ate your mouth.

"Why are you suddenly calling me that?" you asked back, visibly turned on by that. More kisses.

"I don't know… it just came out naturally," more kisses and more moans, "don't you like it?"

"Fuck, you drive me crazy, how can I not like it?" you squeezed her butt, "and yeah, of course I can eat you, baby."

With that you subtly moved away from her and left her with her head resting on her pillow. You settled between her legs and lay face down, with your head between her thighs and your face a few centimeters from her pussy. You dedicated yourself to first placing small kisses on her thighs, licking the inside of them while you and she looked into each other's eyes every few seconds. She bit her lower lip, and gently played with her tits, imploring you with her eyes to devour her.

You had no intention of making her wait, so after a few more kisses around her pussy you planted your tongue flat between her silky folds and licked very slowly upwards, finding your way to her clit to kiss, suck and lick it again and again. Ning's moans were your cue to know which spots to hit and which not to hit, and before long she completely melted thanks to your mouth.

You grabbed your hands on each of her thighs, putting gentle pressure on them while your tongue worked as best you could on her clit. Ning brought one hand to your head and tangled her fingers in the strands of your hair to pull it gently, her body squirming very slightly, and her other hand playing with one of her tits, then you realized that was the only part of her that you had not touched yet.

You let go of Ning's thighs and moved your hands up to rest on her pair of soft, round mounds, squeezing them like two stress balls and using your fingers to play with her hard nipples, all while attacking her pussy with the dedication and perfection that a princess like she deserved.

Ning brought her hands on top of yours as you massaged her tits, and as the pleasure built inside her body, her thighs slowly closed to the point of making a sandwich with your head in the middle. Her skin felt soft on either side of your face, like two clouds that you were more than delighted to be between.

You doubled your efforts, eating out her pussy with rapid licks and perfectly controlled sucks that drove her crazy in a matter of seconds.

"Oh god daddy!" she moaned loudly, holding onto your wrists tightly, "I'm going to cum, please don't stop!" Her pretty prayers did nothing but urge you to continue eating her pussy ferociously, and in a matter of a few seconds Ning exploded in a maelstrom of moans and spasms. Her thighs pressed on either side of your head, and you had the feeling that she was holding back with the intention of not hurting you, a detail that you found adorable.

You collected her juices and licked her with gusto throughout her orgasm, and when her body relaxed she released your head from between her thighs. You stood up and knelt between her legs.

"Did my princess like that?" you asked before leaning forward and Ning grabbed your face to kiss you between gasps.

"Fuck, I loved it," she moaned against your lips, "but I need your cock inside me, daddy," she reached between your bodies and grabbed your cock to rub it between her folds, "fuck me, I'm begging you," she continued kissing your lips, and placed small kisses on your chin.

"You don't need to beg so much, baby," you said softly, returning her kisses but all over her face, "go ahead and put it in yourself," you dove into her neck, giving her little kisses and licks. Ning obeyed your order, and guided your cock to her entrance so that you only had to push forward slightly and bury yourself completely inside her silky pussy.

"Fuuuuuuck!" Ning whimpered, desperately searching for your lips to kiss between heavy pants. You reciprocated her kiss, your senses completely overwhelmed by how soft and wet her pussy felt around your cock, completely disappeared between her folds.

You had never felt a pussy like hers, so silky, soft and wet, she already drove you crazy, but that only made you now completely obsessed and at her mercy.

Ning grabbed her legs around your torso, and you began to slowly pump back and forth, your cock sliding in and out of her pussy as if it were molded especially for you. You rested your forearms on either side of her head, and she wrapped her arms around your neck as you moaned into each other's mouths.

You gradually increased your speed, and that led to more muffled whimpers against your mouth. She caressed the hair on the back of your neck, and then moved her hands down your back to do exactly the same, other girls would have scratched you there in all the pleasure, but she made sure not to hurt you in any way, she just limited herself to press your skin with her little fingers.

You lowered your head and took one of her tits into your mouth, it didn't surprise you to realize how extremely good it felt to suck on her nipples and lick around them, at this point you knew that every corner of Ning's body was like manipulating a cloud of cotton candy.

Her moans were released into the air, loud and passionate as you fucked her at a faster and more consistent pace, without reaching the point of being harsh with her but giving her deep thrusts that she felt in every hidden corner of her body. She grabbed your head with both hands and tangled her fingers in your hair, pressing your head down to sink between her delicious tits, which you sucked and put into your mouth hungrily.

You continued thrusting in and out for about another minute until Ning gently tugged at your hair; you knew she was going to cum, so you lifted your head from her tits and dove back into her lips, lovingly cradling her face in your hands as you gave her the final thrusts. Ning soon exploded a second time, this time around your cock.

Her spasms were present once again, this time stronger, more intense and abundant, she whimpered loudly against your lips, and her legs wrapped around your torso to hold herself in place as you continued to pump slowly through her orgasm. After a few seconds, her spasms stopped, and you separated from her lips to straighten your back, she let go of your torso and opened her legs wide open, staring into her eyes with a blushing face.

"You... you fuck me so well... and you don't treat me like I'm an object," she murmured, looking at you with bright, loving eyes, "you're so... so... god, you drive me insane," you You were holding back as best you could from running away and screaming at the sky, once again your cheeks felt hot, but this time you did blush.

"Once I cum inside you you'll feel like heaven, then," you said with a mischievous little smile, hiding your red cheeks. You pulled your cock out of her pussy, and being already quite well lubricated and slippery, you pressed it against her butthole slowly, but Ning stopped you with a hand on your abdomen.

"No, honey," she said breathlessly, "I want to give you that, but I'm not ready right now, I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to apologize for, I will gladly fill that pretty pussy of mine," you leaned down to give her another small kiss on the lips before knelt up, grabbing her legs by the back of the knees and putting them together to insert yourself again inside her pussy.

"Oh yes daddy, please fill my pussy!" Ning moaned as she felt you again deep in her pussy, "your princess needs that load."

Concentrated and determined to give her what she was demanding, you began pumping in and out of her again, resuming your rapid thrusts but this time adding a bit of roughness which she received without the slightest complaint. Her tits began to bounce, and her body began to shake with each of your crashes against her.

Ning had started moaning too loudly, so she grabbed the pillow her head was resting on and used it to bite it, muffling squeals and grunts against it as you fucked her fast and hard. Your breathing was extremely agitated between your gasps and your moans, a product of how good her wet pussy was making you feel.

You put her legs over your shoulders and leaned forward, pressing her knees against her tits as you began to pump now up and down, your hands resting on the mattress on either side of her body. Ning held on tightly to the pillow, biting it and looking at you with crystallized eyes that let you know how extremely good you were making her feel.

All the pleasure she had been building in you soon took its toll, you felt a tingle in your stomach, and completely unaware of yourself, you began to fuck her now with absolutely all your strength. Ning bit the pillow again, now muffling screams against it, and a few furious thrusts were enough until with a strong thrust you began to spill your thick, hot load into Ning's pussy.

As soon as she felt your cum inside her walls, Ning had another orgasm, twice as strong and intense as the previous one, she buried her face against the pillow, and her pelvis began to shake and tremble up and down. You couldn't do anything but moan like crazy at the overwhelming sensation of cumming inside a girl you felt so attracted to.

"Do you like daddy's cum inside your pussy, princess?" you asked between gasps, moving slower as you made sure to leave absolutely every drop of your seed inside her. Ning removed the pillow from her face and threw it on the floor.

"My god, you don't know how much I love it, daddy!" she responded with a squeal, arching her back and throwing her head back.

You let her legs free and she spread them out to the sides of her so you could lean forward and kiss her, and when you stopped pumping your cock you realized how exaggeratedly wet she felt.

"Wait, you squirted?" you asked in the middle of the kiss, looking into her eyes. She looked confused.

"I don't know, I didn't even know I could do that," she replied, and you stood up again to slowly pull your cock out, letting the cum flow freely down her slit and onto the sheet.

"Well, apparently," you said with a giggle, "I'll go get you something to clean-"

"No! Wait," she said, bringing two fingers to her pussy and collecting a significant amount of thick liquid to take it to her mouth, taste it and swallow it, "give me the rest with your fingers," you were speechless for a few seconds.

"F-fuck, sure," you said, scooping up as much cum as you could with your fingers to bring it to Ning's mouth, she sucked them hard, looking into your eyes until she got them completely clean.

"I've been wanting to swallow your cum ever since that time on the plane when that bitch Jimin took what was mine," she said matter-of-factly, as if she hadn't made you rethink what the hottest thing you'd ever seen was. your life.

"The wait was worth it?"

"It was worth every second, that was amazing," she sighed with a small smile, "if I have to get sick to be pampered and feel loved, I will definitely do it more often."

"God, please don't do it," you laughed, and lay down next to her, "there's no need, believe me," she picked up the first phone she could get her hands on (yours) and checked the time.

"We still have 45 minutes before we have to leave, can you cuddle with me a little longer?" she asked you in a small, adorable voice.

"Of course, sweetie," you gently took the phone from her hand and settled a pillow behind your heads. Ning rested her head on your chest, wrapping an arm over your torso and a thigh over your abdomen to cuddle warmly against you. You hugged her with both arms, snuggling her against you to give her a small kiss on the head.

"Would you... tell me more about yourself?" she asked shyly, and you smiled.

"I'll happily do it, ask and I'll answer."

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#ningning smut #smut #aespa smut #kpop smut #smut fanfic #fanfic smut #male reader smut #male reader insert #x male reader smut #x male reader

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 2 years

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@gilbirda Ok, so you made a snippet of on of your AUs a while back (braindead rejected! soulmate i think) and I haven't been able to think of much else since. So my brain made a little thingy for you!

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1. Tim takes a risk one day by writing back to whoever was doodling on his body, with a glittery purple gel pen, asking them to stop trying to contacting him.

All the person asked was, "Why?"

Tim never answers.

2. Danny faces constant rejection from his peers, authority figures, his parents and sister neglect him and now his own soulmate doesn't want him. They hadn't even met before he was rejected. Jazz finds out about Dannys powers and tries to reach out but Danny rejects her pretty violently due to his own pain. Then the episode where Sam and Tucker ditch him for Gregor happens and he gives up.

The two people in his life that has had pretty much complete control over his life and trajectory just abandoned him and he does not take it well. He ripped the symbol off his chest, disappeared and never came back.

3. Danny zooms into a new dimension/universe/whatever to avoid his former friends and family from being able to track him only to land in a place called Central City and immediately getting roped into helping Captain Cold who gives him a normal domino mask and they end up working together for a while.

4. Danny somehow overhears one of the speedster talking on the phone about his friends brothers soulmate issue at some point and they perfectly describe the interaction that happened between Danny and his soulmate all those years ago, down to the glittery purple gel pen and the types of doodles Danny had made as a kid and the things he said.

Danny learned one of his soulmates belonged to a group of detective vigilantes in a place called Gotham. Unfortunately he was spotted by the speedster and Danny had to bounce.

5. The Flash made reports to the Justice League about a meta teen who hes been having trouble with for a while and can't seem to pin down. He only asked for tips though as he "could handle it himself."

6. Danny leaves for Gotham and learned about Catwoman and Batmans weird Master Thief and Greatest Detective dynamic and decided that's what he wants to do. He was going to make his soulmate chase after him one way or another. Someone was going to want him even if they were wanting him behind bars.

He begins robbing bank vaults and museums, leaving no trace or clue as to what happened until he starts leaving a calling card of sorts.

7. Jason, who's been on the outs with his family lately meets this spunky white haired meta kid running around with a sci-fi mask/visor thing and giving supplies to homeless encampments and keeping the less fortunate alive and befriends him. He learns that this is the guy everyone has been searching for and just...tells no one. Jason is all for a Robin Hood vigilante, and really, its kinda funny to see his family squirm.

8. Phantom and Catwoman rob the same museum at the same time but for different things. They stare at eachother from where they're both still crouched from thier respective landings until Danny breaks the tension with "I didn't see you if you didn't see me?"

Catwoman laughs, amused. "Sure."

9. Danny finally narrowed down which of the batfam is his soulmate and introduced himself to them as Phantom.

The first thing Danny did was hit on Tim. Tim is flustered but otherwise doesn't really respond to it and tries to fight Phantom into submission, so of course Danny ghosts him by disappearing through a roof mid fight. Danny made a big show of his intangibility in that fight and made it seem like it was the only power he had but he was very skilled with it and he wanted to impress him.

10. Phantom becomes well known to the underbelly of Gotham. Mostly the homeless and nightworkers. But Danny was open and friendly. Never judging and always ready to lend a helping hand. Even better. He never came to collect on favors.

Over time, they became loyal to him.

11. Danny gets framed for a series of murders and the whole gang (minus Hood) are trying to capture him, thus, motorcycle chase scene. They use the white of his tires to tell when he's gone intangible due to all the dirt falling off the wheels. Nightwing jumps onto the bike and shocks Danny with his encrizma sticks right before Danny grits out "bye bye birdy~" and makes a big show of taking in a deep breath and holding it.

Nightwing is forced to jump off the bike as Danny runs through the concrete abutment of the overpass and coming out the other side

12. Danny meets Tim and Duke in his civilian form while he was at a Wayne tech conference. Danny had been asked about one of his inventions and was trying to show off the blueprints and explain things and thats why he was there in the first place. Duke of course, was internally screaming because that's the guy thats the guy they've been hunting for nearly a year but can find nothing on.

Red Robin confronts Phantom that night on a rooftop and Phantom laughs at him, "Thats why I was avoiding Signal for so long. He'd see my magical girl form and know instantly."

RR holds out a pair of handcuffs and says "Its over Danny." Phantom smirks and says, "I don't think it is, Tim" before jumping off onto a different roof and disappearing into the night. Tim is shook.

13. Danny over hears Robin berating RR at an old clocktower and intervenes, "Little Wayne, you do realize you were the first person I figured out, right?"

Damian proceeds to lose his mind.

14. Tim accidentally finds a material that Phantom can't phase through and quickly gets to work making things he can use against Danny. What he doesn't know is that Danny can phase through it he just pretended he couldn't because he wanted to see what would happen/what Tim would do.

Danny can sense the material and it feels really wierd to him, but doesn't harm him at all.

15. RR manages to knock Phantoms visor off his face and realizing it was made of tech he swipes it and brings it back to the cave for study.

He wasn't ready for all the information on the computer. Not only was his nemesis(?) from another plain of reality (he thinks Danny is from the ghost zone) but he was once a superhero with his own Rogues Gallery and human city to protect. Which begs the question, why did he become a Phantom thief?

16. The Joker hears about Phantom giving the bats the run around and comes to a misunderstanding about which bat he's been messing with which ultimately ends with Joker saying that he is Batmans ultimate nemesis and Phantom asking what that had to do with him? The misunderstanding is cleared up when Phantom complained about Joker even thinking that he was flirting with Batman because "Ew! He's an old man!"

Joker still got a few shots in for the heck of it but so did our ghost boy but they were no longer enemies.

17. The whole batfam had been freaking out about finally capturing Phantom and celebrating and plotting on how they were gonna get him to keep his mouth shut about thier identities until Jason came in,

Jason: Need help?

Phantom: Please?

Jason: *escapes with Danny*

Batfam: What?! No!!! Why?!

18. The batfam have only a vague idea of the Robin Hood thing going on. They know he's doing it just not to the extent its gone to. They find out later on that Phantom had been working with RH and his gang to sell off the items and most of the profits go to helping people. Other times he strait up gives jewelry and whatnot to children and working girls because "Everyone deserves something pretty, and even if its not your style you can keep it for a rainy day"

Phantom quickly gains a following and Danny doesn't even know about it. Clueless indeed.

19. Dannys main motivation in this is essentially just playing Cops and Robbers with Red Robin. Nothing else really matters to him. Not the robberies, not the fact he's working with a crime lord, not even his own safety matters much to him anymore. Hes readily zooming down the path of self destruction and Hood starts telling his family stuff, but only because he was genuinely worried about "Casper" crashing and burning.

20. No one knows why Phantom is fixated on Red Robin. He refuses to tell them. Red thinks its just because he's the smartest of the bats and he's not entirely wrong.

21. Danny legit started scheduling his heists with Tim to ensure they're both free after one couldn't make it too many times which blew the birds mind. Phantom must have been just that confident that he would always win. The bats eventually think Danny will stop stealing if RR isn't in the city for a long period of time. Danny more or less followed him and stole stuff from whatever city Tim was in. If there wasn't any museums or banks then Danny would steal a local landmark. Tim still wasn't sure how Phantom stole an entire building that one time but it had never been seen since.

22. Hood grows to be very protective of our favorite ghost boy. They bond and are actually really close. Danny admits he always wanted an older brother.

23. Tim goes off world for a while to see how Danny would react and Danny just...drops off the radar. No one knows where he is and after a week or two they start getting worried.

Tim returns after three months and Danny reappears two weeks after him with a tan and keepsakes from the places he visited on his vacation. Tim later screams into his pillow.

24. Tim has made it his personal mission to figure out who Danny really is, why he's fixated on him, where he came from, ect. Hes trying so hard but can't find anything. Its almost like he didn't exist before. Tim suddenly got an idea after Phantom accidentally got hit in the face and got a nosebleed. Tim saw green blood and immediately realized Danny might not even be human. Fortunately for our little ghost, he thinks he's an alien. A Martian specifically. Tim manages to snag a good sample from treating Phantoms wounds. Ghostboy was so focus on his core thrumming and mentally comparing it to his heart racing that he didn't even notice.

25. Tim later freaks out because the meta is freaking made out of Lazarus water.

The entire batfam was not happy to discover this and decided to work together to pressure Phantom into telling them what he was and what exactly he wanted.

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azrielslightintheshadows · 6 months

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Hey, everything okay?

Thank you so much for fulfilling my request, I simply loved it! and I am completely in love with your writing!

If it's okay, I'd like to ask Rhys something, something sad but with a happy ending, because I'm a soft person. I thought of something, where maybe Rhys isn't spending time with the reader, and that's why the reader is feeling really bad, then when Feyre comes in and Rhys starts to help her, the reader gets worse, she stops eating, doesn't communicate much well with others and is lacking a lot in her training, but she closes her feelings of the bond and Rhys doesn't notice anything, and because of this, the reader becomes worse off, and perhaps thinks that Rhys doesn't love her anymore? Then, perhaps, one night where the Inner Circle would have dinner, perhaps to meet Feyre, the reader reaches her limit and ends up fainting?

And after that, she opens up, with difficulty, to Rhys, talks about her insecurities, jealousy and so on, and Rhys feels guilty, and starts to take care of her.

I know it's long, I'm sorry, if you don't like it, you can just ignore this

Together.

Rhysand x f!Reader

Masterlist.

Warnings; mentions of abuse, trauma and sexual assault.

It had been 50 years since you last saw your mate. 50 years since he last held you. 50 years since he last told you he loved you and you said it back. And one day everything changed, Amarantha was dead and you saw him again, he held you again and you told each other I love you again. But he wasn’t the same anymore. He would wake up sobbing, he would disappear in his office for hours and most nights he would come to bed after you had fallen asleep. At first you didn’t mind it because you knew he needed space and time to heal, you wished he would let you in, perhaps let you help him, but you respected his needs and backed off. Now though you felt like you were the problem, he had opened up to his brothers and was acting like his old self with them, with Mor and Amren too, but with you… he was still distant, he wouldn’t spend any time alone with you and when you were in the same room he would give his attention to anyone but you. If that wasn’t enough one day he left hurriedly and he didn’t come back for three days, and you had to find out by Mor that he took Tamlin’s bride -the girl who saved everyone from Amarantha- and he was keeping her in the palace above the court of nightmares. When you found out you immediately winnowed there ready to confront him about it, but changed your plans when you saw her alone, she was trying to read a piece of paper and you heard;

“Rhysand is the most handsome High Lord”

You almost scoffed at this and winnowed back to Velaris, you blocked the mating bond and locked yourself in the bedroom you shared.

Your appetite was gone, your body was numb and after some days you became an empty cell. You were losing weight, you couldn’t finish your training and kept to yourself.

Cassian and Azriel would stop by and ask you if you need anything but other than that you wouldn’t talk to them.

Mor and Amren were a bit more pushy but you handled them well and they let you be.

Rhysand was the only one who hadn’t noticed, well of course he wouldn’t, he was too busy with Feyre and you doubted that he still loved you.

You were laying in bed, staring at the ceiling -something you became really good at during the past week- when Mor walked in. She took a seat next to you and stroked your hair.

“Hey” she whispered and you looked at her. “Talk to me honey. What’s going on?”

“Nothing. Just tired.” You replied and turned your back on her. She let out a sight and got up “Rhys wants us all in the house of wind tonight… I don’t know why”

“Okay” you muttered and clenched your teeth. He sent Mor to inform you? He didn’t even want to see you anymore? Now it made sense why since that day you went to the court of nightmares he didn’t come home again. The more you thought about this you hadn’t even seen him since the day he took Feyre from the spring court. He came to Velaris you were sure of that you could feel his power but he never came home. You felt dizzy, was this the end?

You got up and took a bath, then you went to your closet and stared at your clothes. Nothing fitted you anymore, everything was hanging off you like it was four sizes bigger and it probably was. You picked a midnight black dress, you could see your bones sticking out in the places the dress didn’t cover you, but you couldn’t change, everything else wouldn’t stay in place.

You winnowed to the house of wind and hissed when your feet touched the ground, you were used to the drop but now… you were so weak that your whole body shook and you fell on your knees. You held the tears back and tried to stand again, Cassian saw you and ran to your side.

“Hey easy” he said and pulled you up “what happened to you?” He gasped when he took a better look at you.

“I’m fine” you muttered and walked inside. Azriel was there and he gasped when you walked in. You knew you looked bad but hearing the shadowsinger gasp made you realise just how bad.

You brushed them off and took a seat. Some minutes later you felt your mate’s power and you glanced at the glass doors. And there he was, his face was even more beautiful than the time you last show him. His violet eyes looked like the stars on the sky of Velaris, so bright and filled with emotions. And there was her too -Feyre. You stood up and took a step back. Your eyes filled with tears as you stared at her and the room started to spin. Your body ached, every bone seemed to groan and your head felt like it was going to explode. You couldn’t understand what was happening you only heard Cassian yell “Az catch her” and then darkness. You let the darkness embrace you with a smile, it reminded you of Rhys and you didn’t want to let go.

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You groaned as sun hit your eyes. You opened them and you were met with the sight of the ceiling. Someone was there, you felt a hand holding your own and you moved your gaze next to you. Rhysand was sitting on a chair next to your bed, his hand was holding yours and his head was resting on the bed. He was sleeping. Slowly all the memories came back and you realised that you fainted. With a frown you moved your body away from him, the movement waking him up. He tensed when you removed your hand from his own and lifted his head to look at you.

“You’re awake” he said and his eyes filled with tears. You nodded. You didn’t know what to say, he was the reason you were in this situation.

“Sweetheart talk to me, what happened?” He asked.

“Like you care” you croaked. He furrowed his eyebrows.

“Of course I care, what are you talking about?”

“I think you should leave” you replied and turned your head the other way.

“Don’t do that. Please tell me what’s wrong” his voice was breaking.

Anyone would be surprised by that, the most powerful high lord’s voice breaking but you weren’t, you knew him well and you had seen him in way more vulnerable moments than this.

“You.” You cried out. “You are the reason behind this. Ever since you came back you haven’t spent a single minute with me. You are fine with everyone else and then cold and distant with me”

He was gaping at you.

“You couldn’t notice that I was breaking apart, that I wasn’t eating, I wasn’t training, I wasn’t functioning properly. And how could you notice, you weren’t even there, too busy with Feyre. Do you even love me anymore?” You were panting trying to keep the sobs in.

“Of course I love you” he exclaimed and his hand went through his hair pulling it. He stared at you and guilt filled his eyes, with a deep breath he started talking again. “Sweetheart… you are right I’ve been distant and cold. But it’s not because I stopped loving you, it’s quite the opposite… I love you so much that it hurts. I love you so much that I can’t be around you after everything I had to do under the mountain. I slept with her, it was the only way to keep all of you safe. Every night I spent in her room I was thinking about you and how I was betraying you. Every time I left her room I would mourn… mourn our love that I betrayed. And when I came back I didn’t want to touch you… I didn’t want to defile you with those hands.” He was crying now and so were you.

“Oh Rhys…” you reached out to him and caressed his jaw. “I know what you had to do and I know why you did it… you didn’t betray me or our love, you were abused and it pains me so much. Those hands that I love would never defile me. You are way too precious for this world. Don’t push me away please… let me remind you what love is like, let me show you how deserving you truly are of love. We can get through this together.”

He nodded his head and climbed into bed next to you. He pulled you in his arms and stroked your hair, a few sobs escaping him. He kissed your head and whispered;

“Together”.

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Your mate was back. After that day everything changed. Rhysand talked to you about everything that happened under the mountain, you spent the next days with soft touches here and there and then you started making love again. At first it was hard, Rhys would flinch with every move you made but after a few tries he got used to it. A year later you had your mate back. He would spend most of his free time with you, he would take you on dates and trips. His caring self came back and all the little things he used to do to make you feel loved came back too.

Every night he would cuddle you, every morning he would make you breakfast and most evenings would be spent on the couch, with you laying on top of him and him reading your favourite books.

Like you said… you got through everything Together.

Hope you enjoy it.

Still working on the other requests.

Requests are open but delayed.

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positivelyruined · 9 days

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In line with @sonics-atelier’s post.

Why did Tamlin lock Feyre in the house?

Well,

A) There’s a violently dark high lord in their midst who can appear and disappear at will. Warding off his home was much easier than doing it to his country. Because Prythian is the world, Spring is the district. Which, by the way, that makes Tamlin’s place as a high lord equivalent to a king.

B) She fights the mating bond so hard that she continually puts herself in danger. Reckless, impulsive, and used to running on the road not taken — that sounds like Feyre to me. Feyre as she should be refuses to be defined by anything or anyone but herself. This, also, is why she balks at marrying Tamlin. Even without Rhysand’s interference — her character should struggle with the idea of marriage.

Is it of a lesser force than a mating bond? Yes.

Can it still be used to control someone? Yes.

C) It still comes down to a bottom line — no one should be imprisoned for someone else’s crime. Yet, is a lock on a door true imprisonment? To lock your door is to be intelligent, aware, and realistic. It is an acknowledgement of the danger, without deprivation of the freedom to open it.

When you love someone, what do you do when they are in danger? You stand in front of them. You fight for them. You give them a safe place. No, this is not done perfectly, but it is from a genuine care for another person’s well being. One of my favorite TV relationships that executes this trope perfectly is Liv and Major, from iZombie.

They are both constantly sacrificing and compelling the other to be safe. They fight for what is right, even when they disagree about how it should be done. Their relationship hangs in the balance until the end of the story. When their world goes to war, they find their unique roles in it. Sometimes, they fight on what appears to be opposing sides. Yet, they are made for one another. In the end, they sit down and realize that they would have never made it through the experience without the influence of their partner. In deep respect, friendship, and genuine care — they continually strive (together and apart) to improve society, fight for justice and fight for a world where they can be together.

I never used names in that paragraph. Doesn’t it scream Feylin?

Can’t you say that Tamlin is constantly sacrificing to keep Feyre safe? Including separating himself from her when his magic becomes too strong to control.

Couldn’t you say that Feyre compels him? She refuses to go out a quitter. She runs into danger, facing unknown consequences, because he is in danger.

He respects her desire to be wild.

Yet, he knows her deep, inner need to be safe.

She respects his ability to put others above himself, but she knows that secretly all he needs is to be given care, affection, and kindness.

Together, they were meant to have built up a Spring Court that is a home to the wild people, the refugees, and the abandoned.

Because in knowing what it is like to be completely alone — they continually return to one another. When she has pushed herself too far, she runs back to him for safety. When he has given too much, she takes the burdens off his shoulders and reminds him that if you cannot care for yourself…you cannot care for anyone else.

Together — they are two of the most dangerous fairies that you could cross — because they balance one another. Tamlin and Feyre were designed (by accident) to compliment one another as a team — a badass, “I would let the world burn if the fire didn’t touch you,” team.

In public, they are iron and steel. In private, they melt for one another until every locked door and broken fence in their hearts can mend.

That is what SJM destroyed in ACOMAF. That was the sheer potential that this couple had. That is what makes ACOTAR a stand alone book.

Instead,

The dear and dead to us author decided to replace her characters with shallow imitations of what they could have been.

So, let’s be real. Feylin was destroyed by the simple fact that ACOTAR has a sense of right and wrong. ACOMAF obliterates that narrative.

#this is why I will forever cry over the potential of ACOTAR #anti SJM #Separating my half about feyre / tamlin / and rhysands dynamic for a later post #acotar analysis #as a writer #as a reader #literary analysis on modern fiction #pro feylin #feylin #pro tamlin #pro feyre #pro feyre archeron #ACOTAR #anti ACOMAF #anti feysand

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simpingland · 10 months

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Ok so what abt…

lucerys with a knight!reader and hes like whipped and things their the coolest person ever but gets all nervous when he sees them training or talks to them

idk I think it’s cute 🙏😽

Trust // Lucerys Velaryon x neutral!Knignt!Reader

Summary: Luke is enchanted by a new young Knight. He is so desperate to impress his crush that he put himself in embarrasing situations.

A/N: Loved this request, but I had a headache trying to decide the pronouns!!!!!! But I sorted it out, thanks for reaching, hope you like it!<3

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Being a knight had never been Prince Lucerys Velaryon's dream. He had enough work trying to come to terms with being lord of Driftmark. But seeing you made him question many things. Your uniform of armor was one of a thousand things that had caught his eye. It had been Rhaenyra who had placed you close to all her family, you were one of the finest knights, young and respectable, though not of noble birth. Your primary duty was to protect the princes, and this was something Luke appreciated. His interest in learning to fight grew, and he used to pester Jace to spend more time with the sword, which he himself didn't like. But no one understood, and Luke carried it very quietly, knowing that his chance with you was nil. That didn't stop him from getting up early to watch you train, with that thin layer of sweat making you shine. He couldn't even feel jealous when some other knight made you smile, for he loved to see you in the comfort of being out of work.

It took him a long time to summon up the courage to speak to you, and as he had feared it went terribly wrong. He approached you with the intention of demonstrating how good he was at archery, which he was certainly better at than the sword. He deliberately positioned himself close to where you were resting, with a feigned air of confidence, and pretended to watch the arrows with precision.

"They are all the same, my Prince," you told him.

He instantly turned red.

"That's what I was checking."

He tried not to pretend he saw your smile, but it wasn't malicious either, the Prince looked very tender with that focused face. The first arrow was just a little off the centre of the target, and the court nobles applauded Luke falsely. Not you, you just stood and watched as Luke sighed in dissatisfaction. The second arrow missed completely and caused something of a commotion. When the third missed again, the laughter of the crowd was impossible to hide. That was the moment when Luke disappeared, with the excuse that he had to go back to his Valyrian lessons.

You would have liked to follow him, to tell him to ignore the people, but it was not appropriate. So the next day you made an effort to talk to him. You were walking along the beach, on your way to visit Arrax. The young prince kept his head down, looking everywhere and avoiding your face.

"The good thing about arrows, my Prince, is that during battle it doesn't matter how well you aim them, the important thing is that they hit the enemy, and they always go in masses."

You saw him smile sheepishly.

"The worst of it is that I am better at it than the sword," he replied.

"It is more important that you have a sharp mind than a knife. We'll take care of the rest.

"I know, it's just…I just…" you could see him try to say it, but he couldn't and you decided to change the subject.

"When I was little, I didn't have anything in the house except sticks and knives. No dolls, no books… I spent all day fighting with my siblings. But honestly, I wish I had had a lot more at my fingertips. I like knowing that I protect you and your family, my Prince, I just don't like the idea of going into battle. And knowing how to handle a sword or bow is not so reassuring. So don't be in a hurry to learn."

Luke didn't know how to tell you that he wasn't in a hurry to battle, he was in a hurry to impress you, of course that made him even more nervous. When Arrax appeared before you, the dragon, who was getting bigger every day, roared with joy at the sight of his rider. Then Luke forgot his nervousness, happy also to see his dearest friend. He could sense your nervousness, as you tried to move away from the creature, which, though beautiful, was still fierce.

"Arrax is very calm, you shouldn't be afraid of him" Luke tried to convince you.

"Well, your majesty, luckily I'm not the one who has to ride him."

"Do you…do you want to pet him?" He twisted his cloak in his hands.

"I don't want to risk losing my hands, Prince."

Maybe it was your fear, or maybe it was because Arrax's presence always made him feel better, but Luke started to get a little too confident. He turned to Arrax and whispered words in Valyrian that you did not understand. Then he took your hand, which was a little tense, and looked you in the eye.

"You are the bravest knight at court. And that Arrax knows." He watched as you smirked.

"And how does a dragon know that?"

"Well, because I told him."

When you laughed, Luke felt a stupid pride, and noticed how you squeezed his hand, still resisting.

"Are you sure he's not going to devour me? This armour must look pretty crunchy to him…"

"That armour to him is like a diamond to us, small, nice and shiny. Come on, trust me."

You looked into his eyes for a few seconds, he seemed to be begging for it.

Then you finally let him guide your hand, and slowly, he raised it for Arrax to sniff. You could see how it took him a few seconds before he finally rested his entire muzzle on your palm, and you felt a purr that was much louder than a cat's, but quite tender. Soon you could move your hand to stroke his face, neck and wings, the dragon circled around, making it clear that he liked you. And Luke kept his distance, watching you and admiring you. This stupid infatuation…he was never going to get over it at this pace.

Over the next few days, you could feel Luke's confidence to talk to you and smile at you grow. On the other hand, his desire to train had waned, and it was probably because of the humiliation he had recently endured.You could only watch the brothers from afar as they continued their lessons. Besides, Jace was a lousy learning partner, quick to get impatient and unable to understand that what Luke needed was a little patience. It wasn't your job to comfort him, so you had to hold back the urge to hug him and tell him how great he was without the need for swords. And the smiles you gave him only made him blush, though he always returned them, full of gratitude.

One of the many nights Luke couldn't sleep, he wandered around the castle aimlessly. And when he found you standing guard on the beach, he felt it was fate, though anything reminded him of you, for there was nothing else on his mind but you. The gentle breeze put those curls of his in front of his face, making him feel awkward, yet the breeze moved your hair in a poetic, almost dreamy way.

"Are you on night watch?" he asked, unable to think of anything else.

"Yes, my Prince. One of the knights has taken ill and owed me a favour."

"I hope it won't take long."

"Don't worry, I find it hard to rest so I like to be doing something at night…like you, I suppose."

"I couldn't sleep," Luke regretted his words instantly, for something in common you'd found and he's going to correct you. "Aren't you bored?"

"I'd like to tell you that the views are so beautiful that this is a pleasure…but the truth is that after three hours it gets repetitive."

Luke laughed as you smiled, glad to see him so relaxed. He stayed a while longer keeping you company, talking to you about the things he had done with Jace that day. He also asked you about your life before the Kingsguard, listening intently, entranced by your every word.

"Your parents must be proud of you," Luke said, picking up and throwing sand in his hands.

"They would have been happier if I had given them grandchildren, but the armour impressed them quite a bit too. Yours must be proud too. Everyone knows how clever you are."

"But it's no use. My father was able to fight at the Battle of Stepstones. I can't even hold a sword properly." His sad tone touched you and made you impatient in equal measure.

"I think you should put an end to that attitude once and for all. Come, let's practice!" Your enthusiasm caught him by surprise.

"Right now?"

"Yes! We have the whole beach to ourselves, we can take the swords from the cupboard. I think it's time you gain some confidence."

He followed you, somewhat confused and nervous, but your smile managed to reassure him. In the quiet of the beach, you guided Luke through every move. Being patient, clear and concise. And even though Luke was hesitant, he followed your instructions well and gained confidence by the minute."You're doing great, my Prince. But I think it's time you try to surprise me. Attac."

"What if I hurt you?" he asked unsure, though Luke thought he sounded arrogant.

"That's the whole idea of this…"

"I mean if I'm so clumsy that I end up hurting you without meaning to." The boy knew what he meant, and it took you a moment to remember that one time he pull out his uncle's eye as a kid.

"You'd rather practice with the bow?"Luke preferred to practice other things, but even thinking that already made him nervous, so he agreed to switch weapons. With torches illuminating the target, you walked a considerable distance. Luke knew the theory inside out, but it still made him tense, and even more so knowing you were watching him."You need to relax a bit," you pointed out. His arm was dislocated. When you placed your hands on his sleeve, Luke swallowed, letting you lead him on. "A little higher… let go."

When he shooted he missed. He couldn't hold back the insults, directing them at no one in particular. He kicked as you picked up the only arrow available.

"I should stop wasting your time…" he apologised dejectedly, handing the bow back to you.

"No, please!" You stopped him before he even turned around. "I don't want you to leave…not like this."

He sighed, looking you in the eyes and flattered, you wanted him to stay with you…you didn't want to see him sad, you genuinely care about him and Luke now knew that. He let you reposition his whole posture again.

"It's just that I always do something wrong…and I don't know what it is," confessed the Prince.

"It's not something you do, it's something you don't do. And it's being patient, being calm. And to do that you have to believe in yourself." Your voice caressed his face, his pulse quickening.

"What if I never get to believe in myself because I never achieve anything? It would be a hellish cycle." The arrow was still tense, he couldn't look at you.

"Then think of me. I trusted you, and I got to touch a dragon. How many knights can say that?"

He could see your beautiful smile, as encouraging as ever, and Luke caught his breath. You were so close to him that you could feel him stand up straight and seem to grow taller by the second, as if he was becoming a true Lord in front of you. When he finally released the arrow, it hit the centre of the bullseye. A clean and beautiful sound, as well as his smile full of joy. You gave him a hug on impulse, unaware that you were on duty or that it was the Prince. He didn't seem bothered though, returning your embrace with some surprise but full of affection. When you pulled apart, you looked at that sweet face and were at a loss for words.Luke couldn't find any appropriate ones either, nor was he able to keep his hands off your shoulders. It was strangely pleasant, and it took you quite a while to come out of your trance.

"I told you you could," you said, giving him a loving punch that pushed him away. The celebration went on for a while longer, with arrows still hitting the target, jokes and more silly anecdotes. As the sun began to appear, your turn was about to end. You walked together to the castle.

"I have to say I'm going to 'roll' into my bed," you were already starting to unbutton some of your armour, but first you had to escort Luke to his room.

"You make me envious, I'm due for Valyrian lessons in a bit."

"By the gods, I'm so sorry. I should have made you go back to bed, my Prince," you felt terrible, though Luke blushed at your dismay for him.

"No, no, no…it's not your fault. I'd trade a hundred hours of sleep to be able to spend even one awake with you."

The confession came as a surprise, and Luke knew it had sounded just as he felt it, because your eyes shone differently. If he could he would have run, but the warmth you radiated made him hold out a little hope. And the confession was repaid when you took his hand, gave him a little bow and planted a kiss on his knuckles.

There was no need to answer him, Luke could see you for the rest of the days, in your shining armour, and he could hear your voice whenever he needed to confide in him. He never told you, but it became obvious, that the night he roamed the castle he couldn't sleep because you were in his thoughts, remembering the touch of your hand on his. And now, he achived not only a kiss, but your love and trust.

#house of the dragon fanfiction #lucerys velaryon x reader #lucerys velaryon x you #lucerys velaryon fanfic #lucerys velaryon x neutral!reader #lucerys velaryon x male!reader #lucerys velaryon x female!reader #lucerys velaryon #lucerys targaryen #lucerys valeryon #house of the dragon #elliot grihault #game of thrones fanfiction

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mvltisstuff · 10 months

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Hi so I was hoping to request a the summer I turned pretty fic(platonic relationship with everyone but steven?) I’m like very insecure about my body. When I was younger I was so skinny to the point you can see my ribs and whenever I eat I feel sick and throw up the food or I have to force myself too. And I just can’t gain weight, and being in a Hispanic house hold isn’t good at supporting or comforting. So I get made fun of a lot for being skinny. I just feel like they wouldn’t make fun of me for being very skinny.

midnight rain - s.c

summary: request

steven conklin x reader

a/n: i’m sorry you’ve felt this way ml, but you’re always amazing the way you are. i hope this brings you some happiness and comfort <3

y/n’s been surrounded by people differently her whole life. it’s been a struggle since she was too young, something she shouldn’t have had to worry about. comments and remarks got the best of her, though. little points about her ribs and her slim stomach, people complaining that she was too thin. they said she looked sick, ill, they thought maybe something was wrong with her. any time she went out to the beach or on a hot summer day, she got stares from wrongfully concerned people.

it took her a while to find a group of people who accepted her no matter what her body type was. when she started going to cousins during the summers, she met her true friends. she met the conklins first, seeing them around town with their mother. they were so sweet, giving her accepting looks and not one ounce of judgement in their eyes. then, she met the fishers, who were raised with respect and gentleness for everyone in their community. y/n admired that about them, knowing that they could be good friends.

for a while, she was nervous about what they might think of her. they might see her body and get freaked out, give her dirty looks, think she was ugly. but, to y/n’s surprise, they didn’t give any of those. they were so kind, and didn’t feel the need to make comments.

y/n grew up with comments from her own family as well, feeling like there was no one in the world who would understand. all she wanted was someone on her side, someone who didn’t critique every little part of her. her arms, her legs, her stomach, her face. she wanted people to know her heart and the beauty she has on the inside and the outside.

something was always special about steven. he was always someone to connect with, and he was always ready to have a good time. he was raised well, his mother teaching him proper manners and sweetness in his demeanor. he was a good guy, and maybe he knew it.

y/n and steven had been official since the beginning of the summer. they’d visited each other very often throughout the year, always delighted to see the others face. y/n’s worries and insecurities all disappeared with him, never feeling like he was thinking bad about her. it was a beautiful thing, it was rare, but y/n loved him for it.

it was still new though, y/n’s insecurities popping back up even when she was with her group of friends. some days, she just wanted to stay home and forget about anything. even if she was all dressed, looking in the mirror felt like a drop of energy. she begins the cycle of picking everything people might not like about her.

steven always knew that she had the problem, and that her family didn’t support her either. he never understood how people could be so cruel to a loved one about something that they can’t control. it shocked him even more, because y/n was nothing less of glorious in his eyes. he looked at her with complete adoration, thinking that her personality and her adorable smile were something to die for.

he never hesitated to comfort her when thoughts flooded her mind. he always checked up on her, bringing her anything she might need and staying with her. he reassures her every day, making her feel at peace. if it weren’t for steven, she would’ve just wallowed in whatever anyone else said.

the whole group of confused about why people would say that to her. she’s so pretty, and she always has been. there’s no room in people’s lives to judge other people, but somehow they want to make her feel bad.

they invited y/n out to the boardwalk, preparing to tease her and steven the whole time. y/n was excited. she loves spending time with steven and that whole group makes her feel whole. she only feels accepted. steven had said he wanted to come over and see her early today, so he drove over as she was getting ready.

she wanted to feel pretty. she put her favorite outfit on, and did her hair in a luscious style. the first glance in the mirror wasn’t as painful as the stares that followed. her eyes wandered down to her legs, and up the rest of her body. she tried to conceal anything she could, but she was taken out of her attempt when a few light knocks appeared on the door.

“hey, your mom let me in,” steven says, a light grin on his face. he can tell what y/n was doing, standing in front of the full body mirror with a stiff stance. he always hated when he saw her trying to cover up, he wants to be able to love every part of y/n that he can.

“hi,” y/n replies, softly. “i’ll be ready in a minute.”

“you look ready, and you look perfect,” he tells her, a weave of confusion through his voice.

“i was going to change the shirt, i really liked this one but now i’m not sure,” y/n sighs, gazing back at herself. steven grabs her shoulders lightly, turning her to face him.

“listen to me,” he says. “you look absolutely gorgeous in that. you don’t have to change for anyone. i wish you could see your beauty through my eyes.”

y/n smiles, knowing that steven isn’t lying one bit. he’s truthful, and she knows he loves her. she steps out of the view of the mirror, adjusting her new shirt a bit more before leaving with him. she feels safe when he’s near, and the harsh doubt in her mind subsides to a slight.

when she gets out of the car in the parking lot, she meets up with her friends who run to greet her. belly jogs up, taking y/n in her arms and looking at her fine jewelry.

“this is so cute!” she squeals, running a soft finger on it.

“thanks, belly!” y/n laughs, spotting taylor running over. taylor and belly together always look perfect, guys look at them walking together, they compliment each other perfectly. she used to feel like a shadow with them, but they only accepted her.

“is that the new shirt you bought the other day at that boutique?” taylor asks, pointing at the new article. “you look the hottest, y/n, i swear.”

“taylor, come on-“

“no! doesn’t she look hot guys?” taylor questions, turning to face steven who was talking with the fisher brothers.

“when doesn’t she?” steven asks, smirking at y/n before turning around.

“uh, yeah! you look great, y/n,” jeremiah adds, along with a compliment from conrad. steven playfully shoots them a death stare, basically saying ‘back off’.

y/n laughs, spending the day with her friends knowing that they love her, and she feels pretty in her own skin with them.

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fatkish · 2 months

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Hi hun!

If you’re still doing requests could I ask for a Dabi x reader fluff hcs?

Like she’s got adhd and autism and is kinda goth (this is self indulgent lol). By kinda goth I mean she loves the music, culture and has some eery home decor like fossils and skulls etc but doesn’t necessarily look the part (most of the time).

If you have any questions please lmk!!

Thank youuu xx

Dabi x ADHD and Autistic Goth reader

Reader runs a small cafe and bakery. The reader creates bento boxes that you can buy for relatively cheap but taste really good and are made with nutritional ingredients. Some heroes, office workers, first responders and other people who don’t really have the time to make food or stop for lunch often order ahead and pick up food to go.

Reader lives in an apartment above their cafe and has a few employees who are either college students, high schoolers, people with disabilities or any other person who has a relatively small work window and needs money. Their employees are all highly respectful of them.

The cafe is open from 5:00 am to 9:00 pm. The reader spend most of the hours doing the cooking and making bentos, budgeting, paying bills and other tasks that are done behind the scenes. The reader has a quirk that allows them to heal people via food (kinda like the mom from Encanto)

The cafe has a very quiet and calm atmosphere and is very popular among the anti-social groups and those who have sensitivities to crowds and stuff. The decor is very soft-core/comfort and homey styled

The booths have partitions that can completely close with tatami mats and pillows, there are steps leading into the booth area where you remove your shoes and put slippers on. The tables with chairs are in the front of the cafe and the floors are mostly hard wood.

Those who work full time are often quirkless employees who need a stable job and a kind and understanding workplace environment

You met Dabi one night when an employee found him collapsed outback by the dumpsters during closing. When they told you about him, you had them help you move him to your upstairs apartment where you treated what you could of his burns and began preparing food for him

When Dabi woke up to a dark gothic room with Victorian antique furniture that looked like a vampire owned it, he had no idea what he was in for. Expecting some grungy punk ass emo person, he nearly got mental whiplash when you walked in, wearing some cute soft clothes with a smile on your face holding a plate of cutesy food

I picture the reader having a personality kinda like Mitsuri from Demon Slayer. Your cheerful and loving albeit kinda ditzy personality was not what Dabi expected.

“Oh goodie, you’re awake, I was so super worried about you when my employees found you. You looked so hurt and sad, my heart nearly broke just thinking about how much pain you must be in. Oh, here, I made you plenty of food so eat up! I already changed your bandages earlier so just rest, call me if you need anything, I’ll be just around the corner in the living room<3”

You left before Dabi could even get a word in. He looked down at the plates on the tray in his lap that you placed. Seeing all the cute food and your personality made him think you’re either a roommate or you’re some psycho killer with a split personality. But he was hungry so he ate the food.

While he ate, Dabi noticed his burns healing and even his scars disappearing slowly but surely until it stopped. When you came back to check on him and clean up his dishes, he asked about it. You told him your quirk lets you heal people by having them ingest the food make.

After collecting his dishes you asked if there was or is anything he doesn’t like or is allergic to. He told you he hates fish and that he prefers his food cold. You gave him a soft towel for him to shower with and told him where the bathroom was. After that you asked for his clothing size and went shopping for clothes for him

After bringing the clothes for him to his room you left them there. After he took a shower he saw the clothes but didn’t see his clothes/villain getup anywhere. He left the room and entered the living room and asked where his clothes were

You where watching Molang on Netflix and eating tangulu (I hope I spelled that right, it’s cut up fruit on a stick that coated in a layer of melted sugar giving it a hard candy like coating)

You turn to him and after being asked you tell him that you’re washing his clothes and then you’re going to repair them. You offer him some tangulu to which he surprisingly accepts and sits down and you both decide to watch a creature feature movie. You both enjoy seeing the asshole people get eaten by monsters

“Yeah! Get munched, asshole! Oh, sorry, I kinda tend to get caught up in the moment when watch these movies”

“It’s fine doll face”

Dabi chuckles quietly seeing you get so excited about things. He notices how you’re easily distracted but is still wondering why you haven’t said anything about him or why you aren’t seemingly afraid of him, so he asks

“Alright, be real with me for a minute, why the hell ain’t ‘cha afraid ‘a me huh? I mean, I’m covered in nasty burns and yet yer here makin’ me food, takin’ care ‘a me and shit, so what’s up?”

“Hm? Oh, well, just because you look different doesn’t mean anything, everyone hits rough patches somewhere or at some point in their life. I think it’s horrible to kick someone while they’re already having a rough time. You’ve clearly been having a rough time so it’s only right for me to help you out, that’s what people are supposed to do. People should be kind to others no matter what, I might not know you, but everyone deserves to be treated with kindness.”

“Ya’ know, that kinda thinkin’ is probably gonna get ‘cha killed sweetheart. How do you know I’m not gonna kill ya’ ‘er somethin’? I could hurt ‘cha and yer just sittin’ here?”

“I don’t think you’re going to hurt me. I think you’re a good person who’s just going through a rough patch. I’m not gonna ask what you’re going through but just know that my door is always open for you.”

You smile at him and he just sits there dumbfounded. He gives up and eventually you guys go to bed.

Over the next few days you continue to make him food and wait for it to cool down before serving him. He eventually tells you his name is Dabi. You guys get along rather well

When he leaves you tell him to make sure to come back and you even hand him a wrapped up bento. He waves you off and leaves through the back but takes the bento with him

When he meets back up with the league at their hideout he opens the bento to see a bunch of cutesy things. Toga and Twice both notice it and bring it to the attention of the others

Twice is jealous that Dabi has someone who makes him food. Toga wants to meet you and (stab) befriend you. Compress is delighted by the creativity and how well plated the food is. Kurogiri wants to exchange recipes and learn a thing or two from you. Spinner couldn’t care less and Tomura is just frustrated but makes fun of Dabi

Dabi will never admit it, but he loves that you take care of him and he makes sure that you’re safe and that other villains and heroes don’t bother you

(I hope you enjoyed this. The pictures aren’t mine I found them on Pinterest)

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #dabi x reader #mha dabi #bnha dabi #dabi todoroki #dabi #touya todoroki #touya x reader #dabi touya

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bee-snail · 1 month

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So a friend and I were playing around and I felt... Inspired. Vigilantes AU 🙌

Co-written with @davestriderisasimp, it's currently only a vague idea but it's so so fun either way!

YAPPING AHEAD, BEWARE !!!

Oh man. This AU was born because my friend made a funky Daniel in a really cool Epiphet Erased AU, and in turn, I made a David that matched. Then they became arch nemeses, kissed, punched each other, and committed so much dang crime!

In David's defense: he commits crime to stop criminals. Criminals like Daniel, and his team of EVIL MINIONS (they're all petty criminals AT BEST they're the cutest, bestest ever, I LOVE THEM)

Her Daniel was genuinely so fun that he was the first and only Daniel I ever even considering making a Danvid with. The OG Danvid has neat vibes, in a Killing Stalking kinda way, but it just wasn't my vibe, y'know? Good for those who like 'em, tho !!

This David is just... so neat. He's like if Davey's original snarky attitude had never been completely overriden by his love for camping. He blackmails Cameron for favors from time to time, but is pretty fond of the guy because he's not exactly a genius evil mastermind. He loves his friend Gwen and his son Max—who may or may not have been "kidnapped" from his home by some red-headed stranger who distracted his parents by setting their car on fire—and has started to care a little for his roommate, CJ.

He started vigilantism when he was just a teenager with some anger issues, man. And now he just got used to it! But hypocrisy just runs through his veins, as he feels super stressed whenever Max decides to sneak out to go after him and help. He wants to beat up strangers too!

Neither Max or David have "offensive" epiphets either: theirs are "Recover" and "Endure", respectively. A healing and a passively defensive power. Gwen's, though? Hers is "Orgasm". It's perfect for sweeping someone off their feet— if you get what I'm saying, HAH

Daniel's epiphet is "Kool Aid", and he uses it so dang well! He's the silliest villain you'll ever meet and I adore every moment he's "on-screen" (aka, whenever we talk about him, HEHEHE). He's the captain of a team of minions—yes, he does call them his minions. It's a very worthy title, I must say—who perform LOTS OF CRIMES together. Most of them are simple robberies, though, and David is incredibly amused by them.

He does, occasionally, fall on one of their traps. And then they laugh at him. Then they take him hostage to make him gawk at their mighty evil lair (they bring him over) and feel pathetically miserable once he sees that his own personal resting hours are nothing compared to the glory of their favorite entertainment (they watch some movies), and so on...

They're so, so, so so silly. I cannot express enough how much I freaking love them.

Also, Max has a bear motif. It just... It just stuck. I love him too (so does David HEHEHE)

As for Jasper...

His epiphet is "smoke", and he disappeared a long, long time ago. That's all I have for now!

Also this WIP, which I will probably never finish. Hehe.

#oh boy it's such a fun little au #i love thinking about it !!!!#so silly #so slice of life ish #brings me joy !!!#hehehehe #David's mask doesn't really have a 'meaning' to it #he really just picked a random one from drama club once and he got known as Smiles #and just thought it was funny that the big bad bullies from high school were getting their butts handed to them #by some middle schooler's vigilante persona- nicknamed Smiles #and since his mask made my cousin think of the puppet from FNAF #and since this Max already had a nice bear theme going on #it just felt fitting to give him a golden freddy mask fr #it's perfect for him #I LOVE HIM #HEHEHEEE #gwen doesn't really join them in vigilantism #but she does have her own mask #and her own nickname—Frownie #which David thought was super funny too because now they MATCH !!#she could not break his heart. she's Frownie now #camp camp #camp campbell #cc david #cc max #cc gwen #cc daniel #camp camp david #camp camp max #camp camp au

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blitheringmcgonagall · 1 year

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P.S. I Still Wait for You

Every time I think of you I always catch my breath And I'm still standing here And you're miles away And I'm wondering why you left And there's a storm that's raging Through my frozen heart tonight I hear your name in certain circles And it always makes me smile

I spend my time Thinking about you And it's almost driving me wild And that's my heart that's breaking Down this long distance line tonight

I ain't missing you at all Since you've been gone away I ain't missing you No matter What my friends say

Missing You by John Waite (1984)

@jilychallenge @jilychallenge2023

@sosohh My partner in fic: just about made it in unfinished 🤣🤣

Prompt:

Words we should never have left unsaid and/or PS I still wait for you

He still doesn’t know why she left. She never explained. Worse than that, she never said goodbye. He can’t even remember what she was wearing the last time he saw her. He hadn’t spoken to her for a few days, she had been busy with her new job, he’d been busy with his. They’d just won the war. A miracle. He was trying out for a place on the English Quidditch team, she had just been accepted onto the Healers Training Scheme in St Mungo’s. They had been together for two years, sharing a flat. He had never felt happier. Sirius had just done the preliminary exam for the School of Law – and been accepted, much to Walburga’s horror, if the Howler had been anything to go by. Remus had turned down his offer to finance him through an apprenticeship or to buy him a bookshop to manage, and instead had gotten himself a precarious job in a second-hand bookshop. Typical Moony. Peter had started a shit job in the Ministry of Magical Transport and promptly started looking for another one, rightly so.

It was a time of potential, excitement, euphoria. Voldemort was dead. And then she had disappeared.

She was fine. Marlene and Dorcas had been in touch with her. Relocated to Canada. Montreal. He didn’t even think she could speak French. He didn’t know what she was doing there. She had cut herself off from the wix world completely.

He isn’t missing her at all, since she’s been gone, it’s been nearly three years. He’s fine. He gets up every day, showers, apparates to Puddlemere United grounds in Dorset, and trains himself into the ground. Meets up with his mates regularly. Eyerolls at the obliviousness of two of them – dancing around each other, saying nothing. The evenings are the worst.

He spends too much time thinking about her. He needs to stop. She’s fine, he’s fine, they are all fine. He still has a tiny passport sized picture of them in his muggle wallet, taken at a funfair in a photo booth. He is grinning like an idiot, glasses askew. She has her head thrown back, mouth wide open, eyes shining. It’s in black and white and doesn’t move. He pretends he’s forgotten. But it’s still there, behind the pound notes he hardly ever uses. Like his heart. Still stuck in 1981.

He hears her name in certain circles – acquaintances from the class of ‘78. Despite everything, despite himself, hearing her name always makes him smile. He’s transported back to his school days. The incessant banter, the witty comebacks, the arguments over the tiniest things – excuses to talk to each other. Both smitten. Both madly in love. Or so he had thought. So had they all.

But they had been wrong.

“Lily Evans – do you hear much from her?”

“Do you guys keep in touch?”

“What’s she at these days?”

He pretends it doesn’t hurt, each time.

“We lost touch,” he says, making it sound so relaxed, so trivial, so grown up and disinterested.

He tried dating other people since she left. For two years. It wasn’t fair on them and it wasn’t fair on him. Now he doesn’t bother. He just needs to get his arse into gear and meet the right person. Or perhaps he still waits for her - an irrelevant, outdated postscript. He hasn’t tried contacting her. He isn’t a weirdo. He respects her decision. He just thinks if he knew what he did wrong it would somehow make it all more bearable.

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Remus and Sirius finally get together. He moved out, hoping that might move things along. He’s right. When it finally happens it’s domestic, uncomplicated. They talk late into the night one evening, over a bottle of red wine. Sirius has been hinting for years that he loves Remus, but the oblivious arse is too thick to notice it. And yet, he is the one to make the first move.

There’s no turning back. They get together in September – warm sunshine, hazy languid warmth hanging on to the glorious ebbing of summer. By October they are engaged. November and it’s done nothing but rain for weeks on end and they are planning a wedding. He and Peter are best men.

The date of the Wedding is December 21st, Winter Solstice. She had left on December 22nd, 1981. He isn’t missing her at all.

“She’s coming,” Sirius tells him, sticking his chin out, ready for a fight; but his eyes are guarded, like he’s concerned, protective.

“What?”

“We invited her.”

He knows who she is.

“Why?”

“Remus wanted her to be here. I wanted her to come. She was one of our best friends.”

He doesn’t answer, clenches his jaw and fidgets with the mug of tea in his hands. He can’t veto his best friends’ wedding guests. But he wants to. So badly. He clears his throat, stares at the grain of wood on the table, says nothing.

Sirius waits. He doesn’t feel anything. Except perhaps frozen.

“Alright,” he says eventually.

His voice sounds gravelly, scratchy, like someone else is talking. Sirius stands behind him, places a hand on his shoulder, squeezes it tight.

“Thank you,” he says.

Like he understands how big a thing this is.

He has four weeks to get used to it.

He doesn’t.

#PS I still wait for you #chapter 1/2 #well it’s started #but not finished #I have no time!!#jily #jple #lejp in my case #Lily Evans #James Potter #jilychallenge #april jily challenge #april jilychallenge 2023 #just in time!

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maximwtf · 3 months

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request for izzy hands x male or gn reader (romantic). reader is friends with calico jack (i luv will arnett so lets pretend calico is alive lmao). back on hornigold's ship, izzy, blackbeard, calico and reader were extremely close/ tight with one another. so yk how they hinted at calico and ed having relations w one another at some point? maybe that also happened with reader and izzy. like there has always been romantic tension between reader and izzy and they both acted upon it at some points but never really made anything official.

anyways, they each go their separate ways eventually. izzy going with ed and calico and reader being impulsive and crazy sons of bitches who just end up seeing wherever the sea takes them without any plans. years later, calico jack and reader reunite with ed and izzy (and now stede is there of course, as well as the rest of the crew). izzy and ed assumed reader to be dead for a very long time up until this point. idk just re-blossoming romance with izzy x a reader who is his complete opposite and is fucking crazy. first kiss possibly and idk i've never seen any fics where reader is friends with calico so! sorry if this is redundant or hard to read. english is not my first language. bonus points if reader can convince calico jack to take a bath (that man smells like shit 100%)

Izzy Hands x Reader

Words: 4k

Google Docs Pages: 6

Warnings: smoking, drinking, idiots in love fr, if you squint there’s some angst, mostly just fluffy banter idk I don’t usually write stuff like this :”D

Opening: You go way back with Blackbeard, Calico Jack and Izzy Hands, all the way to the time you were a part of Hornigold’s crew. But eventually all nice things have to come to and end, and you all go your separate ways. You stick with Calico Jack and lose contact with Blackbeard, and Izzy whom you’d grown fond of.

After a long time, you come across the two at Spanish Jackie'z, and realise that same old fondness never really disappeared.

AN// Gn Reader! I meant to write this as a he/him, but I forgot xd. I’m so sorry this took me so long to make, omg :”D I got into so many other things after ofmd that I couldn’t bring myself to write the rest of the requests, but aye I’m here again and as good as new! (or maybe not, maybe I forgot how to write for these characters.) Anyway, I’ve had time to let this one brew. I’ve loved the idea since it came in, had lots of fun with this !!

Anyway I wanted to write this before I get Baldur's Gate 3, just in case I want to start writing for that and postpone these even more :”D So enjoy the last Izzy request I had left!! <3

“A light that never goes out.”

As famous as the ship of Hornigold’s might have been, life as a part of the crew was not the easiest. Hornigold wasn’t afraid of threatening his crew, nor was he playing around when he did so. You’d seen how he treated the young cabin boys on board, like disposable toys. And maybe he did have more respect for the older crew members, but that did not save you from the overly hard work and stress of the captain acting on his threats. Which you knew he would do with no problem and most likely with a smile on his face.

So what did you do to get through your days on a ship like this? You drank with the fleet. And that you were doing now, knowing there wasn’t anything to be done for the day. The sun had already set and the sea calmed down to rest for the night.

An oil lamp on the table was providing some light, otherwise the space was rather murky. An empty rum bottle had fallen on its side in the middle of the table, a freshly opened one going across the table, person to person. There wasn’t any to waste, though you played around with the thought of sharing being caring.

Calico Jack sat on the other side of the table from you, Edward closest to him. You watched the bottle being passed between them, the noise of Izzy moving ever so slightly behind you bringing you back from your thoughts. This allowed you to pick up on the topic of the conversation. Jack and Edward complaining about the captain, Jack clearly a little more buzzed based on his speech. You flashed them a lazy smile, agreeing with what they were saying that way. Not joining the conversation since the two of them seemed to be so deep into it. But it was nothing unusual. Usually as the night went on the two of them would continue to converse, leaving you and Izzy to the sidelines to do your own thing and jump in on the topic when you felt like it. But neither of you minded that, usually finding the silence comfortable or conversing with each other silently. He was pleasant to talk to, even if you knew he wasn’t so fond of Jack and his behaviour that had rubbed off on you over time. Though, you tried to keep it at bay when with him.

You leaned back on your chair, stretching your arms. The action allowed you to see Izzy as he pulled a packet of cigarettes from his pocket. You gave him a look, not asking for anything but hoping he got the idea. And he did, he always did. Which you were glad of, since asking to come for a smoke with him felt like you’d turned into a begging puppy. Knowing the next time you or anyone else would get their hands on some more was unknown.

So you excused yourself, leaving for the main deck with him. Not going far, near the railing. You leaned against the gunwale, eyes fixated on the light waves hitting the hull. Izzy followed suit, leaning his elbow on the gunwale before lighting the cigarette he was holding. He took the first drag from it before offering it to you. Of course he did, he never gave you your own. That would have been a waste of the small amount you each had, but that did not stop you from complaining about it. “Leftovers?” You raised your brows a little, still taking the cigarette from him. “Better for yer health,” was what he usually went with, like this time as well. “Fuck off,” you replied with a chuckle and took a slow drag. He didn’t say anything to that, turning his eyes to the water as well.

You didn’t dare to smoke much of what he had left, handing the cigarette back to him. The silence around the two of you wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable, but you felt the need to break it. Something of the way Jack and Edward had been conversing had sparked the interest of talking within you as well. “You ever thought of leaving? Finding another ship to board?” You asked, curious of his answer to be truthful. Because you had, multiple times in fact. You weren’t even sure of the reason for your extended stay. Was it for the trio you hung around? Or was it the threats you feared? You had not a clue, but perhaps if he had thought of the same thing you could push yourself over the edge of leaving as well. “Hornigold may be half insane, but I’ll follow Ed. Doubt we’ll die here, but he won’t stay here forever.” The man next to you replied, taking a rather long drag from the cigarette before lowering his hand and blowing the smoke into the cool sea air. You hummed, tilting your head in understanding. Though, you couldn’t pass up an opportunity to tease the man. So you turned to look at him, pouting as you raised your eyebrows. “Oh?” Was all you had to say for his expression to drop, noticing the way you’d abandoned the initial topic purely for this. “Fuck off, rapscallion. You know what I meant,” he said but you counted on his tone of voice when deciding if he was truly annoyed with you or not. Of which you chose the latter. “What? You’re even pining for him now when you’re up here.” You laughed, following as he shook his head with a disappointed look as he stumped the cigarette. “I’m not going to start this with you,” Izzy mumbled as he turned his eyes back on you. Now clearly a little more annoyed but you said nothing of it, wanting to see where this would go.

Izzy turned to leave, retreat from the situation. But you had your hopes up, in the sense that you didn’t want for him to leave yet but also hoped that he’d tell you if there was actually something going on. For the sake of your feelings. Which you weren’t going to admit you had for anyone, unless he spoke first. So you took a light hold of the fabric of his shirt, giving him space to leave if he wanted to. But he didn’t. “Come on, ye getting lily-livered on me? Was I right?” You dared to ask, maybe pushing the situation a little far but you took the risk. Though it didn’t seem like he was going to leave, at the very least. He opened his mouth, closing it soon after. Seemingly frustrated. But you saw something else within that initial emotion, hesitation was some of it. Something that had appeared when his back was turned to you earlier. When he thought you wouldn’t notice.

“Well?” You hummed, an amused look on your face even with the slight anxiety building up within you. His eyes darted across the empty main deck before landing back on you. A sigh left him, pursed his lips in whatever emotion he was feeling at that point. It only making you wonder if you’d gone too far this time.

With a swift motion he placed a hand on your waist, enough to make you land against the gunwale, kissing you rather roughly. A gasp escaped you, eyes widening for a short moment before responding to the action. Something in his manner changed at your response, pulling away slowly and with more calculated movements. It was only when his hand left your waist that you took a breath, blinking at him as your mind tried to come up with anything to say. He didn’t seem to have a grasp on the current situation either, though he had a response in mind for what you’d been waiting for earlier. “Ye never are,” he said before heading back down to Jack and Edward. Leaving you out on the main deck for quite a while before being able to return as well. Only to not speak of that moment openly for a long time after.

But that was years ago. And after that night and the many more you experienced, the fun came to an end. You all went your separate way, as much as you didn’t like the idea of splitting up in such a manner. But there was no avoiding it. So you chose to stay with Jack, seeing as you had known him for the longest and got along with him the easiest. And as much as he already had seemed like the obvious choice, it also seemed that he did not mind you tagging along with him one bit.

And there had begun you and his long lasting journey to nowhere. You were finally free of Hornigold’s threats and work, having time to do as you pleased and go where you wanted. And so Calico Jack and you sailed with ships from place to another, keeping from trouble the best you could. Well, from time to time it seemed as if you were keeping him from trouble but at the end of the day it kept the both of you on the safer road.

But this specific night, you were in the Republic of Pirates. Spanish Jackie'z had become a place the two of you would go to any time you were staying there, and that tradition was not broken this time either.

The lights were dim where you were seated, at the corner. Not a table Jack would have chosen, but you preferred it. You liked retreating to it if things started getting too rowdy in your opinion, knowing no one would be looking for you in the shaded corners of the tavern. And that was exactly what you were doing now. Observing the people and the conversations happening around you while Jack was causing a commotion somewhere in the crowd.

And all of that went along how it always did, nothing out of the ordinary. Well, until pirates you didn’t recognize straight away came in. A well groomed man in a fancy clean suit caught your attention first, causing you to furrow your brows in a mix of confusion and interest. He didn’t seem to belong, catching the attention of the other regulars you’d gotten to know over time. With him was a more dark figure, black clothing which blended him in with the rest of the crowd. Or would have if he wasn’t walking so closely to the fancy fellow. The thought made you giggle. But not for long, as your mind started to race when you saw the third party with them, a shorter man. Because the sight of him jogged your memory, made you shake your head to make sure you’d seen correctly. To not get too excited if you’d just been imagining things. But you hadn’t, it was him. And if that was true, the other man must have been Edward.

Your eyes stayed on Izzy, blinking as the noise from the crowd blended into the background. As if a static had taken over your thoughts. You thought of going over, surprising him perhaps? But you hadn't the time to act on the thought. All the noise suddenly returning as Jack made his way to Edward, almost clinging to the man’s neck. A slight smile making its way to your face, a nostalgic one. Though, you feared what the good old combination of the two would mean for the new fellow. But for now, Edward seemed to be introducing your mate to the man, so you felt at ease with leaving Jack with them. Surely he’d behave….

Your eyes returned to Izzy, finding the man staring at you just as you had done to him. An awkward smile tried to creep its way to your face, feeling the urge to go up to him and have a drink. But the man seemed as if he wanted nothing to do with the place, as that he would have already left if it hadn’t been for you. So you stare back at him, nod your head towards the door he’d just entered from. A subtle invitation for a smoke which you didn’t have, but he didn’t know that when he nodded back at you, accepting the offer.

So you got up, made your way outside where he had escaped as soon as possible. You took a breath to prepare for a talk, but he beat you to it. “How you are still alive, I cannot say,” he hums, demeanour much calmer than before. His form leaned against a wall, a lot less tense eyes travelled to you. Giving him a chuckle you tilt your head. “Jack is who he is, but he would never-” But it took the mere look he gave you to not finish that sentence. Not what he had meant. “That man may be half insane, but I figured you’d gotten yourself killed elsewhere by now.” He explains, eyes focused on a rum bottle he was opening, figuring out he wasn’t going to get a smoke from you. “Hah! You’d have to find something deadlier than a lead marble to take me down,” you laugh as you take the bottle he was offering. “Though, I’m not sure I can keep dodging the bullet that is an unbathed Jack…” You mumble with a careful expression before taking a swig, earning a low chuckle from Izzy. The angle allowed you to see his face better, confirming that he seemed to be in a better mood. Not as grumpy looking perhaps. But you said nothing of that, letting him off the hook this once.

The evening starts to resemble a night soon enough, making you and Izzy start to drift over to the shore. At some point, you notice Edward, Jack and the new guy follow, joining in. You wanted to stay longer, to get to know the new man better and to get to talk to Edward as well, but Izzy seemed oddly annoyed with the company getting bigger. So you share a few drinks with them, learn that the name of the man was Stede Bonnet and go your separate ways.

Separate ways, as in you and Izzy walked over to the jolly boat and waited for the rest of the group to be done with their chatter. Though, it seemed an awful lot like that wasn’t happening any time soon. But while observing the three of them from afar, you noticed that while Stede didn’t seem to be the biggest fan of Calico Jack and the effect he was having on Edward, there was something different in his eyes when he looked at the two of you.

The man who was now laughing with Ed might have rubbed off on you in the years you’d known him and as much as Stede disliked the persona, something in his chest warmed up when he saw Izzy follow you around. The way he didn’t disturb your rants, listened if not always so keenly and chose to hang around. Because that was something Stede hadn’t seen Izzy do willingly with anyone but Edward. And something about that made the man take peeks at the two of you sitting together, happy for Izzy in his own way. Izzy might have not liked him, but Stede never wanted to make enemies, so perhaps this was good for the self isolated man.

But you knew nothing of those intentions. Only that his staring was putting you off, not sure what it was about. You could see there was no malice in his eyes. So you couldn’t blame him for staring, for you had been doing that exact same thing to Izzy just back at the bar. But perhaps for different reasons, to which even you hadn’t really given into. It couldn’t be, because all the years at sea should have washed away any previous feelings. There shouldn’t be anything left but an empty table to start over from. A kind of erosion caused by separation. But that thought was too deep to dig into right now.

You couldn’t quite hear what the three further away were planning, having seated yourself in the boat. Izzy leaning against the head of the small vessel, bottle in hand. The sounds of seagulls far off in the distance, in town. They didn’t bother to come to the shore so late into the night, knowing there was still food to steal where people were buzzed and forgetful.

“Suppose we’re tagging along.” You start off in order to break the silence which had crept over the two of you. Izzy swirled the liquid in the bottle, raising his gaze over to the sea. “Ain’t that the fucking dream,” he replied but it seemed he mostly meant your companion, not you. But that didn’t prevent you from acting offended. “Don’t pretend like you didn’t miss me at all,” you laugh, the sound of it clearing any doubts from you being tipsy. “Never said I didn’t, ye made that up.” Izzy is quick to answer, allowing himself to drink the leftovers from the bottle, seeing as you’d already had your share and above. You pout at the sight, drawing in a breath. “Hm, maybe I should have been an author after all in that case.” You raised your brows, amused. “Can ye even read?” He asks, eyes back on you. The question receives a chuckle from you before you shake your head. Your drunken mind wanted to say, ‘no, but I can read the tension between us’, but something in you decided against it. Perhaps another time.

Another moment of silence surrounds the two of you, and for a moment you think you were able to hear the conversation of the three men further up the shore. In reality you should have been a psychic of sorts to have been able to hear them through the sounds of the light waves hitting the stern of the boat.

You smile to yourself, thinking of something to say. “I see yer boyfriend got taken in the end?” You hum, mostly amused but in truth you did want to know if that was what had happened. The question gets Izzy to turn to you swiftly, but the tone of his reply is not affected by it. “He’s still rubbing off on ye. Suppose it’s better you’re tagging along, we’ll get you back on fuckin’ track.” He shakes his head in a disapproving manner, but you see the hint of amusement after his own reply. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you insist. Perhaps he was right, but what else could you have done? You’d been with that menace of a man for years, it was only a matter of time until you would have become a copy of him. Well so you had feared. “Was welcomin’ ye back,” Izzy explains himself. But you had already caught on, just felt the need to be difficult. “So you did miss me, hah!” You chuckle, a little louder than you intended. Perhaps wanting the confirmation more for yourself than anything. In hopes that the earlier thought of erosion had just been a figment of imagination. But the comment only gains a look from Izzy, getting you to lower your voice.

You drag yourself to a better sitting position, leaning towards the man a little. The bottle in his hand was clearly already empty, yet he attempted to take a swig from it. Perhaps to put out something within him, maybe to get out of the awkward environment you insisted on creating to amuse yourself. But in that moment you let any logical thought go. Taking a gentle hold of his wrist, enough to let him pull away is he so pleased. Yet tight enough to pull him towards you. A test of sorts, to see if he was up for it. To try and light a spark once more, see if it would catch fire this time around. And it takes him quite a while to decide, reluctant. Yet, with a swift motion he kisses you. Giving in to your almost childish suggestion. But that was what lit the spark once more, the same feeling from the past returning. As quick as he had been to pull away, you could have sworn the nostalgic feeling of it all lingered in the air.

His eyes were focused on you, a hint of fear in them. You couldn’t understand why, almost coming up with a conclusion as to what you had done wrong. Had you taken too tight of a hold of him? Did he regret what he’d done? Wish to take the action back? It scared you. But you weren’t going to let him see that, instead offering the frightened man a smile. Maybe it eased his mind on the matter, leaving more of a conflicted look on his face.

You let your mind at ease with the thought of all the years that had passed. What did you know of where he’d been and what trouble had he faced? Perhaps he would tell you one day if you stayed a while longer. But right now, it seemed as if he’d been craving for such attention from someone, yet never received it. And if that was the case, you wanted to be a source of that for him.

But that train of thought was interrupted early on by a gasp. Not the kind you’d hear when someone was frightened or surprised, but the sweet kind. The kind you hear when someone gets something they didn’t expect. The sound was soon covered up, but you had already spotted the source of it. Stede. You’d seen his eyes leave the two of you, furrowing your brows in a mix of confusion and interest. The man seemed oddly invested in the two of you, but for some reason tried to hide it. You weren’t sure if it was for his or Izzy’s sake, but you were sure Izzy had heard it as well.

As you keep watching, the others swiftly turn to Stede. Not worried, but alerted by the gasp. “Perhaps we should head back. I had something left to do,” the man speaks and this time loud enough that even you can hear it. You can almost also hear the awkwardness in his tone, hoping neither of the men had noticed him staring. Earned a chuckle from you. You watch as Stede gathers himself from the sand, the others getting up as well with questioning looks. You turn back to Izzy. He had definitely heard the gasp as well, but the annoyance from it hadn’t affected him nearly as much as the kiss. Which you found endearing, glad that it hadn’t ruined it for him even if he seemed to have some kind of silent banter with Stede.

The three men walk up to the jolly boat. You smirk, seeing Jack wobble a little on his feet as they get to the waterline. You got up to meet him, not aware of your own tipsy state and managed to tumble forward a little. So much for the sea legs as you feel Izzy grab the back of your shirt to steady you again. Though he doesn’t hold on for long as he catches up on your intent, allowing you to wobble against Jack, pushing him just enough that he lands into the water. Only, if it hadn’t been for Izzy you would have gone down with him.

But with his help you had succeeded, laughing as the man groaned in the shallow water, throwing playful curses at you. “Not before you bathe. You reek.” You say, as if you’d grown some standards after hearing Izzy complain of your companion’s personality sticking to you. You hadn’t but perhaps you wanted to pretend you had, for Izzy.

You give Stede a slight giggle, watching the man step away from the splashed water. Only then noticing how the splash had wet your clothes as well, giving a grumble about it. Though it was all in good fun. “After he’s clean, we’ll set sail,” you give them a firm nod.

You watch as Jack collects himself from the water, seemingly trying to pull Edward in as well. You smile at them in amusement, the nostalgic feeling creeping back up. Even with the fancier fellow tagging along, it felt like a puzzle being put back together. And you hoped that it would last a little longer this time, not having to go your separate ways again. Because even one night was able to prove to you that you had missed them. Missed the banter, seeing Calico Jack and Edward together and mostly Izzy. And the spark that had lit up once more hoped that Izzy felt the same way. At least about you.

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jellybean181 · 10 months

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Meeting you / Vessel x Reader

Notes: this chapter has more 1st/3rd person pov in it. NEXT CHAPTER WILL HAVE THE FILTH I promise 🤭

Part 1 | Part 2 Part 3 | Part 4

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“Ah there she is, now she remembers me.” He smiled widely from under his mask, easing his grip on your waist.

“Vessel.. I should of known you would still use that name and how I didn’t notice any of this was you or the song lyrics.” You said as you put your hands up to your forehead in exhaustion.

Vessel reached for your hands and rubbed them in his, knowing this whole interaction he put you in was putting stress on you.

“I never stopped thinking about y-.”

“Where is my best friend?!”

“Miss, you need to calm down!”

“Shit.” You stare at the door

“Is that Sophie? I figured that was her beside you in the crowd.” He said dryly.

Sophie and V never got a long very well in high school. We were all polar opposites that fit some odd way together like a jigsaw puzzle.

Sophie and I stayed best friends throughout high school and college, unfortunately we lost contact with Vessel just shortly after we started college. You just figured he wanted to work more on his band. You were heartbroken but you respected his decision nonetheless.

“She’s not like she use to be Vessel, she has changed over the years. She was the one who got us Sleep Token tickets, she’s a huge fan.” I said exasperated.

Vessel looked down at you, his 6 foot figure, black painted chest made you a little intimidated and also excited.

He slowly reaches up to your face with both hands like you would somehow disappear among his fingers if he moved to fast.

“I’m sorry darling.” He said softly

*SLAM*

“Y/n! Oh shit..” Sophie looked at us in surprise

“Sophie.. really?”

Behind your best friend was 3 security guards. How she got past them was completely unknown as this girl is not that tall, but when she gets into protective mother hen mode nothing will stop her.

You and Vessel pulled away from each other at this point but stood close by to each.

“Christ, I thought you were getting sacrificed.” Sophie says hunched over out of breath.

“Sir, I’m sorry for the intrusion.” The security guard spoke to Vessel

Vessel held up his hand to the security guard so he wouldn’t have to explain further.

“It’s okay, she’s just worried about her friend here.” Vessel motioned his hand down to you.

The security guards leave and all three of you are in his dressing room together the tension in the room starts making you feel nervous all over again.

“So, what were you two doing so close together?” Sophie asks as she crosses her arms.

You let out a deep breath you didn’t realize you were holding and letting your shoulders drop. Vessel comes up behind you and puts his hands on your shoulders and giving you a little squeeze for reassurance. Anxiety shaking your nerves having to explain to Sophie who Vessel is to you.

Sophie noticing Vessel’s hands on your shoulder’s and protective stance behind your back.

“What the fuck is going on y/n?”

“Sophie, do you remember that friend from high school we had that you kind of picked on in our friend group?”

“The tall kid? The one you hung out with like all the time?” Sophie asked puzzled.

“Yes him.” Vessel said before you could get a word out

Sophie’s eyes flew up to Vessel confused then seconds later like catching on to the punch line of a joke; it clicks. Her eyes become as big as saucers and her mouth almost dropping to the floor.

“Are you fucking serious?!”

#sleep token vessel #sleep token x reader #sleep token iv #vessel x reader #sleep token

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faioula16 · 2 years

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You could do a one-shot about how Sebastian would help us if we ask him to eliminate someone who hurt us before and then he ends up comforting us in our bed? And who knows, maybe a smut will follow? 🖤

I put so much effort into this One shot for everyone to enjoy. Hope you like it and feel free to ask for a request again~.

Warnings: A bit of angst and smut, that means sexual contact. And also...lots and lots, and plenty more of pure FLUFF!!!!!!!

You're my everything

Finally, after a very long day of work, you sat over the edge of your and Sebastian's shared king-size bed. At this time, your beloved demon butler was preparing his master for his bedtime before he could excuse himself and retire for the rest of the night.

It was raining outside, fortunately, stormy weather accompanied by the sound of thunder and the sight of lighting wasn't disturbing to you at all. This kind of weather is very relaxing in your opinion to say the very least.

Just as you were about to start undressing so you could change into fresh nightclothes Sebastian set out for you, however, you stopped in your actions right there as memories that had been haunting you for years crossed your mind one right after the other just as fast as the lightning flashes appeared and disappeared through the windows of the room.

Your stepfather was one of the most horrible, cruel, and ruthless people you had ever met. A pathetic alcoholic shit who was taking advantage of your mother's money and her absence because of her job so he could freely insult and torture you endlessly just for the sake of his own sadistic and perverted entertainment. You could still feel the toxic pain from the whipping and lighting cigars against your skin as if it were happening right now. Most of the bruises, burn marks, and wounds had faded away due to the number of years that had passed since those awful memories had taken place. But some deep scratches remained over the skin of your back, a reminder of what you've been through and that you managed to escape and run away, being forced to leave your mother behind after multiple tries to convince you should forget everything that happened and make a new start without her.

The decision was one of the toughest ones you have ever taken so far but you also had to respect your mother's self-sacrifice and grant her wish for you to have a promising future ahead of you.

From then and after the guilt along with nightmares were making you unable to make peace with yourself and leave and accept completely the past. Sebastian was well aware, you told him everything right after he marked you as his own and you both became mates for eternity. After you've been informed of your mother's disease, your dedicated devil offered you his assistance to dispose of the person who was responsible for your trauma and current mental suffering, but you kindly refused because you didn't want to make yourself a murderer even if it wouldn't be you to do the dirty act, at least that's what you said to yourself.

Even if the knocking from the other side of the door was soft it made you jump a bit and let out a small yelp in surprise but you sigh out in relief when you saw Sebastian entering your shared bedroom.

"Darling, is everything alright?" Sebastian closed the door behind him and with slow steps made his way to you, his one and only beloved mate. You didn’t give him a response he knelt before you and took your hands to his own, squeezing them gently to send your body a bit of comfort. “Is it the thought of your mother’s death that troubles you again my dearest?” Of course, Sebastian knew already the answer to that question. He stood up straight and sat right beside you. He let out a deep sigh and gently placed you on his lap, his white-gloved hands cupped the side of your face to make you look up at him. Half-narrowed eyes were staring down at you tenderly while his thumb was stroking the soft of your cheeks as well. “My love, I simply cannot stand the sight of you suffering any longer. Your nightmares had become more often and far worse. Is there anything I can do to help you? All you have to do is just say the word and I will do anything in my power to solve your problems at any cost” His hand leaned your head to rest against his bare chest while giving your back soft-loving rubs in circle moves.

You did hesitate at first but knew better that enough was enough. You shall not suffer anymore, there’s only one way to make peace with yourself and let go of your past. “Sebastian, there is something you can do to help me if you want it that much”

“Oh, and what that might be my little devil?” He smirked devilishly down at you. The mischief and sadistic desire seemed like a wild flame through his eyes that had turned into that bright fuchsia color tone of his.

“I hope it’s not too late to accept what you offered me a few months ago, for him to become eliminated by your own very hands. However I have one more request, I’d like you to also search the place that used to be my home. See if can find anything that belonged to my mother and bring it to me. Would that be too much trouble for you? I mean, you don’t have to grand my requests if you don’t want to, you know that very well-” You’ve been cut off once his lips joined your own in a passionate kiss.

He gave a slow lick to your bottom lip asking for the entrance to that lovely mouth of yours. Your tounges danced together with him obviously being the one in charge. “Mmmm~” Sebastian hummed in satisfaction as he broke the kiss between you and him. “I’ve told you once and I will say it again, any request of yours is a wish and any wish of yours is my command and desire to fulfill. You are my everything so the seals we share prove so” In the blink of an eye the butler has taken off both yours and his upper clothes, letting them fall to the carpet on a spot right beside the bed. Your cheeks had turned in a dark pink tone however you were still on your bra that prevented your chest from being exposed...for the moment. Sebastian took your hand and placed it in the middle of his chest where your shared seal was and with his free hand, he touched your seal that was laying upon the crock of your neck. “By the next morning, everything will be settled and you shall have your dear mother’s belongings brought to you without any failure. I promise you that, but for now...let us enjoy ourselves and have some quality time together. Would you like that kitten?” His hands made their way to your back with his slender yet skillful fingers ready to remove the fabric around your chest area.

You looked away in slight embarrassment. Oh god if you only knew how much this demon enjoys the utterly adorable blushing face of yours. “Yes, I’d like that very much” You finally confessed. You’ve been marked and had sex with Sebastian for almost a year so this won’t be your first time with him. Every time thought you couldn’t help but feel your cheeks burning and your heart filling up with desire for him.

“My darling mate~” With a swift move your breasts were completely exposed. Sebastian laid your body against the soft comfortable sheets and hovered over you with blushing cheeks and a lustful expression as well. “My everything, give me your tongue, aaah...” His voice purred as he attacked your mouth for a heated make-out session, then his face leaned down and began to give sweet smoochies all over your face. Your neck followed shortly after too. “How about a hickey or two~?” He didn’t wait for you to respond when his lips began to suck on many spots of your neck, avoiding leaving any mark on your seal, he wanted that part spotless.

You moaned in pleasure each time a hickey was panted upon your sweet soft flesh.

Sebastian kissed each lovebite and then focused on each one of your breasts. Licking in circles around your nipple while his free hand was playing with your other breast. “You’re so soft and delicate my darling love~” He cooed between the sound of our moans. He ran a thumb over each hardened nipple and with the other squeezed soft flesh once again.

Your moans became even louder when he took one of your hard pink nipples into his mouth and began to suck, lick and kiss it with so much care. Sebastian hollows his cheeks as his wet tongue runs over it until it's all red from all of his work, he then realizes it with a lewd popping sound.

“And now the other one~” He gave your other breast the same care, your legs gave out small kicks from the amount of pleasure Sebastian was giving you. His face lowered to your stomach. “Oh, would you look at that, I already reached down to your belly area, let me show you once more how much I love to treat you here, won’t you dear?” His hands held into yours with your fingers linking together.

“S-Sebastian!” You almost shouted when the devil began to kiss you all over your belly and sides. You squeezed into his hands tightly when you felt his lips leaving tiny kisses up and down your thighs just to tease you a bit.

He slowly removed the rest of your clothes and underwear. The devil chuckled to himself and licked his lips at the sight of your beautiful flower that was so close to his face. “Now then spread your legs kitten and give your Sebastian a good meal to feast upon” He let go of your hands and separated your thighs gently. His one palm pushed firmly down to the skin area where your vagina was while his other hand was brought underneath you and cupped your buttcheek. He blows cold air over your swollen pussy and lowers his mouth to your core.

“Bon appetit” His tongue gives a long slick lick up to your slit only to have it curl around your clit. You flinch out and let out a heavy moan as your body responds to your lover's actions. He continues working his mouth lapping on your sweet-delicious juices. “Delicious, flavor no one else can give me but you, my precious mate. You’re so generous giving out so much nectar for me to enjoy~” His other hand used to push down the skin under your belly now grabs your other buttcheek as well. Urging you steadily thrust into his mouth while he licks and kisses your clit. His tongue stings into your vagina’s hole and uses your butt to help your body thrust a bit faster. Your head leans back and your whole body trembles in pure pleasure until you finally reach the point to cum right into Sebastian’s mouth. “SEBASTIAAAAN!”

“Mmmm, my you’re so good~” Your lover manages to murmur with his mouth still full of your pussy, he sucks softly while shallowing with greed all the cum, not allowing even a drop to be wasted.

It’s a good thing your shared bedroom had the best soundproofing Sebastian could adjust to the room’s walls. You were unable to be seen either because the windows had tined glass protection. Only the best for you darling.

Finally, his mouth has been removed from your womanhood, he sat on both knees with his upper body slowly rising to get a better look at you. Half-lidden eyes looked down at your panting form in a loving manner. His hand reached out to caress some stray hair off your pretty face. His body hovered upon yours once again and pulled you in for a warm embrace. “Kitten, are you sure we can continue?” He whispered smoothly to your ear while having you wrapped up in his arms.

“Yes, I’d like you to show me more love. I really need it, I need you Sebastian” You explained calmly, you were a blushing mess yet here you were asking your lover to show you more of the adoration he feels for you and only you. Your hand uses the back of his head to pull his face closer to yours. Noses touching each other as your hot breathing sends warm-soft waves to each other faces.

He doesn’t break eye contact with you not even for a moment. “My love” The devil whispers happily and slowly joins his lips with yours. Still kissing you passionately his one arm moves down for his finger to smooth across the head of his cock giving it the necessary preparation while he stares at you with so much affection and adoration.

You were so lost in his eyes that you didn’t notice he put a slender-long finger in his mouth just for a few seconds to cover it with his hot slicking saliva. “Ahh!” You gasped when his wet finger entered suddenly your vagina hole.

Sebastian chuckled at your adorable reaction. “Oh my, you didn’t believe I would enter you without warming you up a little, now did you, my dear?” A whine escapes from your lips and Sebastian laughs softly in response, easing his finger inside you in and out with gentle thrusts as he curls it slowly.

His eyes closed and a genuine smile slowly appeared across his face while hearing your sweet moans and whines. “You’re so wet yet you remain too tight for me to enter without causing you any pain. I guess we have to work a little longer before I can get inside you. Meanwhile, I will enjoy pleasing you” Stronger orgasm washes all over you as you see lighting spots right above you. The demon pulls out his finger from you and the next thing you hear is the falling sound of his pants and shoes along with his belt being unbuckled. “I will be gentle to my little devil, like always” He commented softly before he attacked his mouth with yours while his dick is slowly sliding inch by inch inside you as you scratch his back and your whimpers get muffed by him kissing you endlessly.

Your vagina gets accustomed to the stretch of his dick rather quickly and that convinced Sebastian to finally start pushing himself in and out while groaning loudly. Hot breaths hit your neck as he buries his face between it and your shoulder. Your legs wrap around his waist by instinct and push his spine as a request to thrust deeper inside you and so he does. Yours and his moans mixed well in harmony. Each thrust brought you closer to the edge until you couldn’t handle the amount of pleasure anymore that made you cum and your demon lover a few seconds later as had already pulled his dick out from you and let his it shoot the pure white sperm all over your stomach and breasts. “Oh my, how foolish of me to make such a mess on you~” He purred and let out a naughty chuckle. “Now now, come here you” Your demon whispered and took you in his arms with your head resting on his shoulder. “Let us take a bath together, shall we? You poor dear I exhausted you so much~” Sebastian purred sweetly and caressed the back of your head before he opened the extra door the room had that led to your bathroom.

In a matter of minutes, the demon placed himself into the tub filled with hot steamy water and fresh rose petals with you sitting on his lap with your back resting upon his bare chest. “Ahhh...~” He let out a pleasant sigh and wrapped his arms around your body. “Isn’t it better now kitten? After such a good sex session, we had now all the stress and tension escaped from you. And what better than a hot bath to give you the final relaxation you were lacking after such a hard day~?” He gave your forehead a long sweet kiss before he started washing your body with shampoo and water. “There you go, that’s a good girl... let everything go and relax in my care”

You let out a big yaw that made your demon chuckle to himself and give your mouth a bunch of tender smoochies to wake you up a little.

“Don’t sleep here my darling kitten it’s not proper for a lady like yourself to do so” Sebastian spoke in an amused tone while he washed off what remained from his white juice off your belly, chest, and pussy with careful moves.

“It’s your fault to make me feel that relaxed” You commented back in a rather sassy tone.

Sebastian couldn’t help but laugh at your sassiness and gift you with kisses all over your face. “Maybe you’re right. Now if you will, close your eyes for me” Once you did as he said his slender fingers began to rub through your hair. After the bath, he dressed both of you into your night clothes but excused himself for a moment and exited the bathroom before you.

“You may come out now my love” He called out for you after some minutes. You exited the bathroom and saw a freshly made bed with your favorite fluffy blankets and right beside the bed a wheeled table with your dinner meal. “Come here my mate” He led you over to the bed and laid you with your back facing the big fluffy pillows. After he fed you the delicious meal he had prepared he tucked you both under the warm-soft blankets. But this time he let himself lay upon you with his head over your chest. You hugged him as if you were hugging a child. “I love you so much my kitten” He kissed your lips softly. “Mmmm, my everything~” He kissed you some more and lay right beside you with your bodies facing each other. He used one hand to bury your head in his chest and watched as your breathing slowed down and fell asleep in your dedicated demon's arms.

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shangchiswife · 2 years

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obi-wan- the way i loved you

summary: there was always tension between you and obi-wan yet the jedi council assigned him to accompany you on a diplomatic mission

obi-wan x fem!reader

warnings: smut, cursing, angst

word count: 4529

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“What?” you snapped.

You stood in front of the Jedi counsel with your fists clenched at your sides.

“Senator L/N, it isn’t safe for you to travel on your own…especially when you’re going to a diplomatic mission trying to make peace with a Separatist leader,” Jedi-Master Mace Windu said calmly.

“Known to deceive they are,” Master Yoda nodded in agreement.

“But Jedi-Masters, I can defend myself believe me,” you stared at everyone around you pleading at them with your eyes.

“Senator L/N, we are quite aware of that but the Separatists have been more violent in recent events and you’re an important figure in the Republic so we need you alive,” Mace Windu emphasized.

“Gee thanks,” you rolled your eyes, knowing that the Jedi only cared about you because you supported their cause.

“We’re assigning Master Obi-Wan Kenobi to your aid,” Master Plo Koon stated as your eyes widened.

“What?” you shrieked with anger.

“Can’t someone else escort me?” you turned to your Jedi friend Aayla Secura who gave you a sympathetic smile and shook her head.

“We know that you and Master Kenobi have had your differences but the rest of us are all assigned to do other tasks elsewhere,” Aayla explained.

“Returned Obi-Wan has from Florrum. Meet with you he will after this meeting, hm,” Master Yoda concluded before all of the Jedi stood up.

“But-” you sputtered.

“That concludes our session for today. May the force be with you all,” Mace Windu bowed his head as the rest of the Jedi chorused ‘May the force be with you.’

You groaned loudly before Aayla went beside you and walked you out of the council room.

“Come on Y/N, it truly cannot be that bad. Master Kenobi is a very respectable man,” she put a gentle hand on your shoulder as you sighed.

“He’s always criticizing me and my methods,” you said as Aayla squinted.

“Well, Y/N I hate to bring it up but you are always the first person to disagree and completely take apart his plans,” the Twi’lek argued.

“Secura you’re supposed to be on my side here and that’s not true all I said was that his plan was stupid and everyone would die because of it,” you crossed your arms as Aayla’s lips quirked up.

“I rest my case,” she said.

“You know if the two of you weren’t always bickering you’d make a great time,” she raised her eyebrows as you rolled your eyes.

“Stop it Aayla,” you put your face in your hands as she chuckled.

“I have business to attend to with Master Fisto but enjoy your time with Master Kenobi,” she winked before she disappeared out of view.

You shook your head lightly before entering the room where Obi-Wan was.

He was standing in the center of the room clearly deep in thought as he touched his well-trimmed beard.

“Master Kenobi,” you cleared your throat as Obi-Wan’s eyes flicked up to see you.

“Senator L/N, it’s lovely to see you,” the auburn-haired Jedi sarcastically replied which made a growl escape your throat.

“I didn’t want you to be my escort,” you held your head high as you approached him.

“Well, finally there’s something we can agree on,” Obi-Wan let out a laugh full of bitterness.

“So here’s what’s going to happen,” you were so close to him.

“You are going to stay as far away from me as possible at all times,” you poked a finger at his chest as he looked down on you with malice.

“Oh believe me I will. And wow this is the first time where you actually have something reasonable to say,” the Jedi-Master smirked as you huffed and turned away.

“We leave in the evening,” you said before storming off to find Senator Amidala to rant about Kenobi.

….

Right as the sun set, you arrived at your large ship where you found Obi-Wan leaning against it staring at you with disdain.

“Let’s leave,” you glared at him before lifting your robes to enter the ship.

Obi-Wan followed closely behind you and entered the cockpit.

“You better not be a shit pilot,” you buckled your seatbelt from behind him in the pilot’s seat.

“Believe me, my piloting skills are unmatched,” Obi-Wan started the ship and rose it from the platform.

“I’m sure,” you mumbled angrily as the Jedi flew the ship out of the system and into the starry night.

“We’re going into hyperspeed in three…two…one,” he counted down before he pulled a lever and the ship moved rapidly.

The man clicked a few buttons before resting in the pilot seat.

“I’m going to be resting so don’t do anything silly while I’m out,” the Jedi closed his eyes.

“You’re supposed to stay awake in case anything happens to me,” you taunted and poked his shoulder.

“You’re so unbearable,” he sighed as he cast his blue eyes toward you.

You never noticed how beautifully blue they were.

Fuck you thought as you closed your eyes.

“You know I’ve been hearing interesting rumors about you,” you smirked as he quirked an eyebrow.

“What kind of rumors, Senator?”

“That you get around the Jedi temple if you know what I mean,” you wiggled your eyebrows with amusement while he looked unfazed.

“Nothing in the Jedi code against it,” he reasoned.

“So it is true I never would have thought that goody two-shoed Kenobi would ever have sex,” you mocked with an innocent expression.

“Maybe I’m not as innocent as you once thought,” he stared at you as you rolled your eyes.

“Maybe not,”

….

It took a few hours to arrive on the planet of Mileva where Senator Bec Lawise resided.

You slept soundly, resting your head against the chair as Obi-Wan landed on a platform.

He unbuckled his seatbelt and stood over you.

As much as he hated to admit it, you were a beautiful woman. Probably the most beautiful person he’d ever seen.

“Wake up, we’re here,” Obi-Wan gripped your shoulder as you stirred awake, rolling your head and softly groaning.

If you made that noise again it’d be the death of him.

You opened your eyes to see Obi-Wan staring down at you.

“Ugh back up,” you rubbed your eyes before shoving him away from your seat.

“Don’t be so rude, I just wanted to wake you up,” he hissed before you stretched and got up.

“I need to freshen up, would you be so kind and alert the Senator that I’ve arrived?” you questioned the Jedi-Master as you looked him up and down.

“Only because you said so so kindly,” he smirked before heading down the ramp that led to Mileva.

“He’s going to be the death of me,” you sighed before walking to the restroom and shutting the door.

….

At the front of the palace stood Bec Lawise, awaiting your presence.

“Where is she?” he barked at his assistant who cowered away.

“Sir, there’s a ship incoming that should be them,” the Siniteen assistant squeaked as an evil smirk graced the Separatist Senator’s face.

“I’ll alert Count Dooku to prepare his attack,” Bec laughed as your ship landed and a ramp appeared.

He was surprised to find Jedi-Master Obi-Wan Kenobi starting down the ramp towards him.

“Blast it! Someone else alert Count Dooku not only to prepare his attack but that a Jedi has joined the Senator,” he yelled at the assistant who looked frazzled but immediately scurried inside the palace.

“Senator Lawise,” Obi-Wan bowed as the Siniteen reciprocated his actions.

“Master Kenobi,” Lawise put on his best smile for the Jedi.

“Senator L/N will be here in just a moment. It was a long flight,” he explained before Bec nodded.

“My guards will escort her inside, meanwhile I will show you around the palace,” Bec’s voice was monotone.

“No need, I’m right here,” you said from behind the two.

Both of the men turned to face you.

Obi-Wan’s eyes practically fell out at the sight of you.

You were dressed in a beautiful long-sleeved emerald green gown with a bow on the back.

“My Senator L/N, you look lovely,” Senator Lawise gave you a polite smile.

“You’re too kind, Senator Lawise, now shall we get to discussing business?” you questioned.

“Yes ma’am,” the Senator offered his hand out which you took.

You arrived at an elegant dining room where there were plates of food scattered around the glass table at the center of the room.

“It looks divine,” you complimented as you sat down at a seat beside the head of the table where Lawise sat.

You turned to Obi-Wan who was still in awe at how beautiful you looked.

Senator Lawise eyed the Jedi with suspicion.

“Master Kenobi, if you don’t mind stepping out then we could talk business,” you put on a mock polite smile as the Jedi nodded, leaving the room.

It didn’t feel right. Leaving you in a room alone with a Separatist. Let alone the Congress Leader in the Confederacy of Independent Systems.

As much as he sometimes despised you, he still wanted you to be safe at the end of the day.

You looked angelic in that dress. The way it hugged your curves the way your breasts-

The sound of a loud explosion interrupted his thoughts as he grabbed his lightsaber from his belt and ignited it.

He rushed into the room where you had stood up, backing away from the Senator in fear.

Senator Lawise turned in Obi-Wan’s direction and erupted in maniacal laughter.

“You’re too late,” he laughed as you stared at the Jedi.

“He blew up the ship,” you said sadly.

“Come let’s go, Y/N,” the auburn-haired man beckoned as you stared at him, mouth dropping.

You had no time to react to him using your name as Senator Lawise gripped your arm.

“You aren’t leaving, Senator, and neither are you Master-Jedi,” he grinned wolfishly as battle droids filed into the dining room.

“Just run Obi-Wan,” you urged him as you tried to break free from the Separatist’s grip.

“I’m not leaving you,” Obi-Wan grunted as he slashed through two droids.

“Ignore the girl and focus on the Jedi,” Bec grabbed your hand and tried to take you out of the room.

You used your other hand to quickly bend down and land a harsh punch at Bec’s balls, swinging your knee so that he fell backward, his head hitting the hardwood floor.

You quickly grabbed the blaster attached to his holster and pointed it at him.

“You were saying?” you smirked as Bec’s eyes widened in fear.

You turned your head and watched Obi-Wan skillfully massacre the droids.

You hated saying it but he looked good doing it too with his hair swishing and his eyes narrowed with concentration.

“Let’s go, leave the Senator he’s useless,” Obi-Wan yelled over the sound of shots as you lifted your dress and ran over to him.

He waved his hands and shut all of the doors of the dining room trapping the droids.

“You certainly can’t run like that,” Obi-Wan said before lifting you bridal style making you yelp.

“Obi-Wan Kenobi you put me down!” you screamed flailing your arms as the droids started breaking through the doors and started shooting.

The Jedi dodged the shots with his lightsaber as he lifted you with ease out of the palace the way you entered.

“Our ship exploded how do you not remember!” you screamed.

“Quite the charmer aren’t you,” Obi-Wan scoffed as he looked around trying to locate another exit.

You spied a ladder from the corner of your eye.

“Look the droids can’t get there!” you pointed to the ladder.

At that moment rain started pouring down on you making you scream.

“My dress!” you groaned.

“Oh don’t be so dramatic,” the Jedi rolled his eyes as his usually perfect hair started growing damp from the large raindrops.

“This cost fifty thousand credits! Of course, I’m going to be dramatic!”

“Look there they are!” the robotic voice of a droid yelled.

“Oh shit,” you whispered as Obi-Wan put you on the ladder.

“Climb down, don’t wait for me,” his voice was rough which made your heart start beating fast.

You climbed down fast and were surprised to see the large city right in front of you.

“Obi-Wan climb down!” you yelled as you heard his lightsaber deflecting the droid’s attacks.

The Jedi jumped down and joined you.

“That wasn’t hard at all,” he said breathlessly.

“Then let’s get moving,” you said.

Suddenly a blaster shot was heard and Obi-Wan groaned loudly and crumbled beside you.

“Obi-Wan!” you screamed before pulling his body out of view of the droids.

You took a look at his entire body and that’s when you noticed the nasty gash on his right shoulder.

“I’ll get you cleaned up don’t worry,” you said before lifting his body.

“Y/N…just leave me here,”

“You didn’t leave me so I’m not leaving you as much as you annoy me,” you walked with his weight on you.

You didn’t seem to notice his eyes on you.

You started walking into the massive city that was illuminated by multi-colored lights.

There weren’t many people out surprisingly despite it being a little after sunset.

“Look there’s a hotel,” you pointed at a glowing neon sign that said ‘HOTEL’ in large yellow font.

“Well then let’s go,” Obi-Wan stated as you walked towards the building.

Once you entered the lady at the front desk gasped.

“Oh my goodness are you alright!” she shouted.

“Yeah my uh…husband is just a little drunk,” you smiled at her as she gave you a knowing look while Obi-Wan glared at you.

“Alright, sugar well you can take room number nine it’s on level two. Just don’t forget to come down tomorrow morning and pay. Elevator’s ‘round the corner,” she handed you the key.

“Thank you so much, miss,” you said before going around the corner and pressing the button for the elevator.

Obi-Wan hadn’t said anything in a while.

“Are you alright? You’ve actually been kind of pleasant by not speaking,” you asked, getting into the elevator once it arrived.

“Wow, are you concerned?” Obi-Wan teased as you punched in the button for level two.

“You wish. I can’t believe you got shot, you’re so dumb,” you laughed as you exited the elevator.

Room nine was right in front of it.

You pushed the key into the keyhole and entered the room.

You were immediately overcome by darkness.

“Oh turn on the light will you,” Obi-Wan grimaced.

“Was already planning on it,” you rolled your eyes before feeling the wall for a switch.

Once you found it you immediately switched it on.

You and Obi-Wan’s mouths fell in sync.

There was only one bed.

“Maker I forgot to tell the woman at the front for two beds,” you slapped your forehead, cursing yourself for being stupid.

Before Obi-Wan could say anything you pushed him off of you and put him on the bed.

You looked around.

“What are you looking for?” he demanded as you turned towards him and glared.

“Obviously a med kit,” you searched through the closet and pulled out the thing you were searching for.

You opened it up and took out the liquid which on the label read ‘CLEANS MINOR AND MAJOR WOUNDS.’

The Jedi in front of you watched your every move.

Then you went into the bathroom and grabbed a hand towel.

“I’m going to clean your wound so stay still,” you said sitting beside him on the bed, pouring some of the liquid on the towel.

“Can you- I need to clean the wound-” you were suddenly shy at this moment as Obi-Wan understood what you were saying and slid off his tunic revealing his toned upper body. There were lots of scars that were either fresh or faded. You had never seen anyone so beautiful. He was like a piece of art.

You averted your eyes and focused on his bloody shoulder.

The Jedi’s eyes never left yours.

“This might sting a little,” you warned as lifted the towel up.

“I bet you’ll enjoy this then,” Obi-Wan smiled.

“Just a bit,” you winked before placing the towel on his shoulder making him hiss loudly.

“Well, I told you,”

“Really?”

“Just shut up and let me help you,” you said as you pressed the cloth onto the wound.

You both said nothing for a while as you did your work.

“You know that dress looks beautiful on you,” Obi-Wan broke the silence making your heart stop for a moment.

You met his soft gaze and offered him a genuine smile.

“Really? You’re not saying it as a joke are you?” you asked, squinting your eyes in suspicion as the Jedi’s eyes lit up.

“Why would I joke about this?” he questioned as a smile graced your features.

Maker, you looked beautiful when you smiled.

“I think I’m done, you can get it all bandaged up when we get back to Coruscant,” you pulled the cloth away from his wounded skin and tossed it in the trashcan.

When you returned, Obi-Wan was standing.

“You can take the bed, I truly don’t mind sleeping on the floor,” he said.

“Are you serious? You’re literally injured,” you crossed your arms.

“No, you’re going to sleep on the bed,” Obi-Wan encouraged as you arched an eyebrow.

You marched towards him, determination in your eye.

“Do you take me to be a fool? You’re sleeping on that bed,”

“No, I’m not,” the Jedi stood his ground.

“Why is it because I’m a woman?”

Obi-Wan scoffed at the thought of himself being sexist.

“Certainly not I just think that you look like you’re in need of a good night’s sleep,”

The tension in the room was thick as the both of you went silent.

You both stared at each other with heaving chests, the only sound being heard was the sound of your breathing.

You scanned his beautiful face. His auburn hair, his blue eyes, his light eyelashes. How could one man be so fucking beautiful?

Obi-Wan grabbed your face and kissed you.

You were shocked for a moment before kissing him back with neediness.

His hand tangled in your hair, bringing him closer to you as you brought your hand to his chest.

You opened your mouth a little wider, and the man slipped his tongue in your mouth making you moan loudly.

Your tongues battled for dominance and the Jedi immediately won as he pushed you down on the bed, untangling his hand from your hair and cupping your cheeks.

“Obi-Wan, you’re injured,” you pulled away as you panted.

“I don’t care,” he said before returning to your lips, kissing you with much urgency.

After a few moments, his lips left yours and ventured down to your neck, licking and sucking making you let out breathy moans.

He then went down to your collarbone and made marks there.

“Oh, Obi-Wan,” you moaned as you ran a hand through his hair pulling him closer.

You felt yourself grow wet at the way he was marking you up as his.

“Tell me you want this,” Obi-Wan stopped kissing you and cupped your cheek, stroking it gently.

“Want you so bad,” you whimpered as he smirked pressing his clothed hard-on against your thigh.

“Look at you, you’re not even arguing with me because you’re so needy,” he stroked your cheek before he lifted your dress over your body.

“It’s a shame I’m taking this off. You looked beautiful in it,” he put the soaked dress over your head and tossed it on the floor.

He then examined your body as you looked at him lustfully.

You were dressed in a black lacy bra and matching panties.

“Fuck,” he groaned before you pulled him by the belt and kissed him.

He groaned into the kiss before putting you over on top of his clothed dick.

You grinded down on it making his head fall back into the mattress and his mouth fell into an o shape.

“Look who’s so needy now,” you panted as you rolled your hips on him.

The Jedi growled before flipping you over roughly and unhooking your bra.

He immediately started pinching your nipples making you moan again.

As he watched your face contort with pleasure he felt the blood rush to his cock at your sweet moans.

“I want your mouth,” you sighed as he succumbed to your request and latched his mouth onto your right nipple.

You moaned louder this time and arched your back.

“Obi-Wan,” you sighed as he played with your other nipple, flicking and pinching it.

You brought your hands down and touched his clothed cock making him groan.

You smirked and squeezed it harder this time.

He places one last kiss on your nipples before sliding your panties off.

He licked your upper thighs, teasing you.

“Stop teasing, Obi-Wan,” you growled as you raked your hands through his hair and pulled hard on it.

“I won’t eat you out if you do that. Be patient, darling,” his voice was calm as he bit your thighs, marking them up as you succumbed to his request.

After what seemed like an eternity he finally got to your clit.

He parted your labia and used his finger to gather your wetness, testing the waters.

“Already wet,” he smirked bringing your wetness to his lips making you feel even more turned on.

He circled your clit delicately as you let out a breathless sigh.

“Only for you,” you sighed with pleasure making him grow harder as he licked a long stripe from your hole to your clit.

“Oh, Obi-Wan,” you moaned again as his tongue flicked your pussy firmly.

His darkened eyes never left yours as he continued to lick you.

“I want your fingers too,”

He groaned, the vibration setting your pussy ablaze as you threw your head back with pleasure.

“You’re one greedy girl aren’t you,” he chuckled but complied with your request as he toyed with your hole.

Your whole body grew warm with pleasure at his words.

He sunk his index finger into your cunt making you gasp out at the intrusion.

He continued to lick your folds while he stuck his finger in and out of your hole making you arch your back again. You felt his beard rub deliciously against the insides of your thighs.

“Fuck, Obi-Wan,”

At this, he stuck another finger in making you smile breathlessly.

“That’s it,” Obi-Wan’s voice was raspy with lust as he felt your walls clench around his fingers.

“Oh, you like my voice don’t you, my dear,” he said, continuing to plunge his fingers into you as you felt your stomach tighten up.

You pulled his hair even harder as you tried to chase your release.

“I could eat your pussy forever you taste so delicious,”

At his words, that’s when you knew you were close.

“I’m gonna oh-”

Obi-Wan sucked on your clit hard before removing his lips from your clit and his fingers from your heat.

“What the fuck I was about to-” you stopped talking as Obi-Wan unbuckled his belt and slid off his pants revealing his beautiful pink cock.

Your mouth watered at the sight, your eyes glazed with desire as you felt yourself grow more aroused.

He chuckled as he held your cheeks and kissed you, pushing you deeper into the bed.

“Sweetheart, are you sure you wanna do this?” Obi-Wan questioned.

You felt butterflies in your stomach at the sweet nickname.

“Ever the gentleman aren’t you?” you smiled blissfully before lining his cock against your wet slit.

It only took seconds for his cock to be coated by your slickness.

“I’ll take that as a yes then,” he said before sinking into your cunt.

“Oh!” you both let out lewd moans in unison as he stretched you up.

“You’re so tight, maker,” he groaned.

You whimpered because he was so fucking big and thick.

You hadn’t had anyone of this size fuck you before.

“Shh,” Obi-Wan coaxed as he kissed your cheeks that ran with fresh tears.

“Move,” you breathed after a moment as he kissed the side of your neck and started moving in and out of your cunt slowly.

“When I say move I mean move,” you hissed as something seemed to snap in Obi-Wan and he started at a brutal pace, thrusting in and out of your bruised cunt.

“Is this what you wanted?” the Jedi-Master asked before slapping your ass harshly.

You moaned loudly as your walls fluttered around his length.

“Yes!” you screamed as your mouth fell open with pleasure and your eyes rolled to the back od your head.

He moaned but didn’t stop as he flipped you over so that you were on all fours, his hands finding your waist and rutted into you what seemed even harder, hitting your g-spot continuously, his entire length going in and out of you.

You were sure that there were going to be bruises on your hips later.

“Obi-Wan,” you panted, your entire vision clouded by stars.

“Yes darling,” the man’s eyes were closed as he kissed your neck, grabbing at your nipple and tweaking it.

“I’m gonna-” you let out a high-pitched whine as you arched your back at the overstimulation.

“Cum for me darling,” he kissed your hip before he pounded into you making your thighs tremble as your orgasm hit you and you clenched around his cock making him sigh as his hips stuttered.

“Inside,” you sighed before he could ask.

He praised you softly before kissing your sweaty forehead. His hips stilled with one last groan, his cum painting your womb white, and pulled out.

You lay back down against the mattress and sighed as Obi-Wan brought his lips to your sweaty forehead before walking towards the restroom.

“Well the women at the temple don’t lie,” you said through half-lidded eyes as Obi-Wan returned with a washcloth and stood over you.

He gave you a lazy smile before cleaning your thighs where his seed spilled.

“Meaning?” he asked, his eyebrow arching.

“You really are as good as they say,” you smirked as you brought a hand up to his cheek.

His eyes shut in pure bliss as he melted into your touch.

“Oh Y/N,”

He laid beside you and touched your hair gently, staring into your eyes.

“You know I always thought you were beautiful. But I would always fight with myself because you’re so aggravating sometimes,” the Jedi said as you laughed.

“I always thought you were attractive as well but you know…we had our…differences,” you offered him a genuine smile as he cupped your cheeks.

You hummed in contentment as you brought your head and rested it on his chest.

“It’s a shame we haven’t done this before,”

“A real shame,” you agreed as you felt exhausted all of a sudden.

“Did I exhaust you?” you could practically hear the smirk on Kenobi’s face as you rolled your eyes.

“Oh shut up,” you chastised as your eyes fluttered shut.

“Goodnight, Senator,” Obi-Wan pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead before drifting off to sleep.

#obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan x reader #obi wan imagine #obi wan preference #star wars x reader #star wars preferences #star wars imagine #star wars fanfiction #i love obi wan #star wars smut #obi wan smut

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psylunari · 3 months

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For the ship ask game: kunikidazai, suegiku, atsulucy

NOTE: the post will be long as heck. I'll keep reblogging for every ship addition till I finish.

I'll preface this by saying, yes! I do ship all of these!

Kunikidazai

(nervous chuckle) buckle up, buttercup.

1. What made you ship it?

TL;DR: ironically enough, writing it made them take over my brain.

Mid-tier answer: It wasn't one specific thing. I watched the show and had 1 (one) plot bunny one year later (my most-read BSD fic). I was writing a MHA OC/canon thing at the time. While passionate about that OC/canon, it was a difficult fic, and I put it on hold.

Writing that knkdz fic proved itself easier. It was flowing. It forced me into a deep dive in their dynamic. The result is what you see.

Long answer: it took me 10+ years in fandom (legit) to like m/m ships. So it's kinda hard?? To watch things with m/m tinted glasses. AKA deliberately looking for m/m chemistry, or interpreting it always that way, or making it up in my head if I can't find it. If I come across a ship, I came across a ship. And I'm the same for any ship.

During my first watch of bongo straycats, I didn't ship much of anything. I looked at those two and went, “yeah, they're haha funny, if I were to ship something it'd probably be this”. I was done with the three seasons out, then, I “forgot” BSD.

I mean. Not that I forgot. I was in-between fandom phases with other stuff. So I didn't pay “the popular ships” much mind. They were there. A thing that existed. I didn't care for them.

Then it went like:

“Hey, I could use some change in my life, lemme style my hair like this anime twink.” “Fic idea for haha funny ship. What if instead of disappearing to commit the die, the anime twink was sick and didn't tell anyone?” ?????? “It is a CRIME that THIS dynamic is on the unpopular side, I'm declaring myself in knkdz hell till further notice and will do something about it.”

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

TL;DR: they are multifaceted, their relationship is a deep rabbit hole of symbolism, and a blast to write about.

Superficial answer: complementary personalities + look good together + attractive + hilarious banter + suspicious moments + annoyances to lovers.

Heartfelt answer: I look at them from a complete perspective. Never one without the other, never caricatures of themselves. There's the caring domestic side, the dumb disagreements, the synergy and mutual respect, the defiance of internal values, the angst past and present… They are complex. The more you dig, the more you find. It's entertaining. It made the brain go brrrrr.

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

It isn't often I come across interpretations I disagree with. Dedicated knkdz shippers and I are mostly in the same wavelength. My unpopular opinion, however, boils down to “I interpret both as some flavor of bisexual, not gay” and “mischaracterization”.

Will elaborate on the latter.

On Kunikida: headcanon as the fandom might, IMO, this guy isn't confident about love and sex. Let alone super liberated.

Picture this. Inexperienced + perfectionist + “dear diary, today I dreamt of my perfect wife” + “do girls not like me because I'm a nerd?” = pretty romantic, huh? And out of touch with reality.

Don't get me wrong. He does have carnal desires or kinks, I feel. I see him as shy and easy to fluster in the beginning. He takes time to relax and do his thing, being his own biggest critic.

On Dazai: he isn't helpless and definitely has an edge. I have a catboy agenda to set. Think like a cat's claws. Can and will scratch if unhappy, they're part of him, do not declaw the catboy. The feetsies are soft and adorable. They're also a part of him.

In the love aspect: when he LIKES someone, Dazai goes “brain.exe has stopped working” and does/says the stupidest shit. I think he orbits them out of no idea how to deal with it. Staying in the same space, wanting closure, not asking for it. Literal cat behavior again.

Now, in sex matters, he's shameless for… the most part. Not vulnerable all the time. He can flirt when it's for meaningless flings. What IMO WOULD make him cry is emotional stuff. Which may be tied to a sexual moment. Just not necessarily.

#kunikidazai #kunidazai #kunizai #knkdz #kndz #kunikida x dazai #dazai x kunikida #国太 #太国 #bsd kunikida doppo #bsd dazai osamu #psyluna.ask

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fixfoxnox · 11 months

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Letters To Love - Part 4

Word Count: 9.1k

Description: Soap and Roach attend a banquet and take one step forward in dealing with Makarov, only to be forced to take one step back.

Warnings: Semi-NSFW (heavy kissing, light petting, dirty thoughts), Roach gets called a whore, dub-con implied/mentioned

Two Weeks Before The Wedding

"I can't do this, I won't do this!"

Roach stormed past his mother, anger burning through his chest. He was practically seething and all he could think was that he should have seen something like this coming. He should have known that Makarov had something planned. He'd been too quiet.

Roach had only seen him briefly since that day he'd been cornered in his room, since the moment that he'd felt overwhelming anxiety and fear burn through him. The past few weeks had been blessedly quiet. Things had been practically perfect.

He'd spent them tucked at Soap's side, taken on frequent dates and getting to know the man that he was now sure would one day be his husband. It had been a breath of fresh air for Roach. A period of complete calm and happiness that he wasn't sure he'd ever had the privilege of before.

Makarov had been breathing down his neck since they were children. He'd always had his eyes on him, he'd always been watching him. And finally, finally, Roach had a break from the man. Finally, it seemed that he would get to be happy.

He'd let the thought of Makarov slip from his mind as he enjoyed walks through the garden, nature rides, picnics, trips into town, and frequent visits to Soap's camp outside of the city. It had all been perfect. Soap was...god he was incredible.

The man was kind and he made Roach laugh. Not the fake little laughs he would give to Makarov and other nobles he interacted with, but a real laugh. A laugh that pulled its way from his throat and forced the air from his lungs so violently that tears would pull to his eyes.

He was clever in a way that Roach had never seen before and he couldn't stop himself from hanging off of practically everything that Soap would say to him. He adored the man and Soap made it abundantly clear that he was adored in return.

When they kissed, it was like the entire world would fade around him. It was like the only thing that mattered in that moment was Soap and Roach and the place where they were connected. All of the static and the constant paranoia and the fear of being forced into a life that he didn't want would disappear with a sweet touch and a soft press of their lips together. Roach didn't have to worry about being forced into a life that he didn't want with Soap because, he'd decided, Soap was part of the life that he wanted.

It had been so easy to focus on Soap and Soap alone because Makarov had been quiet. It was unlike him and Roach should have known that things were too good to be true. Makarov was never quiet without reason and now, now Roach understood why he'd been silent.

"Gary Sanderson!" His mother followed after him, her face twisted up in anger, "Prince Makarov was generous enough to send over an outfit just for you. Despite everything, he is still showing such kindness to you and you will wear it!"

"It's disgusting and inappropriate!" Roach wheeled around, his own face red, "It's in his colors which is highly disrespectful to my fiance who will be there this evening. If Soap had sent this over, you would have had it thrown out immediately!"

"It is not inappropriate!" His mother snapped, "It covers you as it's meant to, it is elegant."

"And the chains?" Roach glared at her, "Yes I'm sure those are quite elegant and certainly not meant to send a message to my fiance. Makarov doesn't own me! I won't let him dress me up like I'm his personal doll!"

"He is the Prince!" His mother stormed after him as he rushed up the stairs toward his room, "While you are still living in this kingdom, while you are still in my house, while you remain unmarried, you will continue to respect him and his wishes!" She stopped his door with her hand, preventing him from slamming it in her face, "You will wear that outfit, Gary Sanderson. You will wear that outfit, even if I have to get rid of every other one that you own. So make the choice, wear it once, or only have it to wear from here on out!"

With that, she removed her hand and allowed Roach to slam the door shut. Despite how drastic her words seemed, Roach knew his mother. He knew his mother and he knew that she was telling the truth.

He didn't have a choice. As usual, he didn't have a choice. It seemed that, with his mother, he would never have a choice. The thought burned away at him and the anger that bubbled up in response was white hot. It refused to fade.

"There we are," his mother smiled at him as he made his way down the stairs toward where his entire family was waiting for him. "See, it isn't so bad, is it? All that fuss just for-"

Roach stormed past her. He didn't care to hear what she had to say and anger was still burning harshly through him. He was the first into his family's carriage and he made sure to tuck himself far against the window, keeping his eyes planted firmly outside.

His mother slid in after him and took the seat across from him in the carriage, he could feel her eyes burning into him. He stayed facing the window. Within several moments, the carriage had started moving and they were off toward the castle for dinner.

There was a tense silence that permeated the air of the carriage, it was clear that Roach's brothers had no intention to break it or try to soothe anything. He didn't blame them. He knew his father wouldn't either, he loved the man but it was too often that he deferred back to his mother.

"Gary," his mother chimed, her voice hard, "I'll remind you again that you should be grateful for this. Not everyone gets a gift from the prince."

Roach resisted the urge to snap back at her that not everyone had the Prince obsessed with them since they were a child either. He just continued to glare out of the window of the small carriage. He had no intention to speak with her for the moment.

He blocked everything out, letting his mind fall into a simple burning silence with the rocking of the carriage around him. Though he tried to block the sound out, he could hear the chains on the outfit that he was wearing clinking together.

It rang around his ears, reminding him of the icy cold from the outfit that seemed to be burning into his skin. It felt wrong. The fabric scratched at his skin, the chains chilled him and he could feel air flowing in through the areas of split cloth. It was tailored perfectly to him, a detail that made him feel all too ill. The black and gold of the outfit seemed to mock him. Whether he liked it or not, here he was, dressed as Makarov wanted him to be. He was dressed as though he belonged to the man.

He wanted to tear the outfit from his skin.

Seeing Soap was like a wave of relief to the anger that had been burning at him since the moment that stupid package had shown up at his house. Everything cooled with just the sight of him and, before Roach could stop himself, he was darting forward away from his family and into the arms of his fiance.

They were wrapped together for only a moment before Roach remembered himself. This wasn't one of their courting dates where Jackson and Price would look the other way when they got a bit too touchy or close, they were in public.

He pulled away at the thought and he could see on Soap's face that the other man understood why. Neither of them mentioned it, they just moved on and pretended that they hadn't just gotten a bit too close in front of Roach's family and several other guests at the castle.

"My love," Soap gave his usual greeting, pulling Roach close and lifting his hands to place kisses on the back of his hand then his wrists. The greeting always seemed to make Roach go a bright red and he could feel his heart fluttering in his chest at Soap's low greeting to him.

"Soap," he responded back simply, an excited smile tugging at his lips, "I'm delighted to see you. It's been days since our last outing together."

"I know," Soap responded, a smile pulled to his lips as he tucked Roach at his side, "I apologize my love. I've been trying to catch up on correspondence home." He paused for a long moment before whispering, "You've been keeping me well distracted."

Roach could feel heat sear down his spine at the words. His entire body felt alight with a low buzz of something he could only describe as want. He wanted Soap. He pushed it down. Now wasn't the time.

"Mr. and Mrs. Sanderson," Soap greeted his family with a bright grin and slight bow, "A delight to see you again."

Roach's mother pressed her lips together tight, a clear look of distaste crossing her face. It just made the anger in Roach's chest burn back up. "Yes," she gave a clearly fake smile, "A delight to see you as well. We're delighted to have you joining everyone for dinner tonight."

"Any chance to see Roach," Soap looked down at him with a small smile and Roach could feel that anger begin to fade once again. How strange that such a small thing could calm him so much.

There was a sweet moment of calm where it seemed like perhaps Roach could be happy for the rest of the night tucked against Soap's side. Of course, that couldn't actually happen, though.

"What do you think of his outfit this evening?" Roach's head whipped toward his mother, a harsh glare on his face. She wore nothing more than a polite smile, but there was a glint in her eyes that made him see red.

"His outfit?" Soap glanced down at him briefly, "Ah, I hadn't even noticed it. He looks brilliant in anything he wears." Roach could feel his eyes trailing down his form and the urge to cry hit in strongly. He couldn't believe that he was letting himself be seen in the outfit. He didn't want to wear it. He hated it.

"I agree," his mother gave Soap a smile, "but you see this one is special, a gift from Prince Makarov. He's always been so kind as to do these things for Roach."

"That," Soap looked back down at him, "Actually makes quite a bit of sense." Roach resisted the urge to laugh at his words, but he did allow himself to relish in the brief flash of anger that crossed Soap's face. It meant that the man was feeling exactly what he was.

"And what does that mean?" Roach's mother asked, her voice tense.

Soap turned back to her with a small smile, "Only that it is understandable that a man who did wish to marry my fiance would make such a...weak grasp for some sort of hold over him." He turned back to Roach and his hand moved up to brush against the chains across his arms, "After all, what other reason would he have to dress my darling fiance in chains and the colors of his house. I must say, I cannot hold it against him." He shot Roach a wink, "If I had lost my chance with someone so wonderful as Roach, I would take what I can."

"You-" Roach's mother had gone a bit pale and even the rest of his family seemed shocked at Soap's words. None of them had expected him to so blatantly call out what Makarov had done. Roach expected that Makarov hadn't expected it either. It made sense though, Soap was a king. He was a higher status than Makarov and he had no reason to roll over and take such disrespect.

"It does not matter," Soap turned to his family with a small smile, "Once we are married the only colors that he will be dressed in are blue and silver. My colors."

With those words, Soap started to guide them away from his gaping family and into the large dining hall that had been set specifically for the event.

"Thank you," Roach whispered to him as they moved further into the room, heading toward their seats. Roach was set across from Soap at the table, but Soap was quick to rectify that by swapping the nameplate next to his seat with Roach's nameplate.

"Are you alright?" He helped Roach into his seat before moving their chairs closer and sitting beside him. He reached out again, allowing his hand to brush along the chains over Roach's thighs. His eyes trailed the deep neckline at his chest with careful eyes. In any other situation, it would have made Roach blush a bright red. "I did not think...with your country's customs, is this not a bit much?"

"It is," Roach took Soap's hand in his own and started to nervously play with his fingers. He needed some sort of distraction. "It's highly inappropriate. If I had chosen to wear this for myself, I would be a pariah. However, since Makarov chose it for me, people are much more willing to look the other way." He grit his teeth and glared at the door where his family were finally stepping into the room, "Including my mother."

Soap watched him for a long moment. He took one of Roach's hands in his own, stopping him from playing with his fingers. He rubbed sweet, soothing circles onto the skin of his wrist. "I will speak to the King and Queen about this. I am sure that they knew of his plans, but a complaint from me should prevent him from attempting anything in the future."

"Thank you," Roach could feel cool relief rush through him as Soap brought his hand up to press a kiss to the inside of his wrist. Soap would take care of him. He wouldn't just sit by and let Makarov continue to do things like this. Something about that was comforting.

The two sat together in a small bubble of peace for several minutes, just letting their hands tangle together as they spoke quietly about whatever came to their minds. Roach had been particularly interested in trying to learn more about Soap's kingdom recently, so he was more than happy to quietly listen to Soap talk about what his castle looked like. After all, it would be Roach's future home. Better to learn as much as he could.

Of course, they were at an event and, though Roach wished it could, their little bubble of peace couldn't last forever. It was broken with a call for everyone to rise for the arrival of the royal family.

Those who weren't already in their seats rushed to their places and chatter in the room fell to nothing as everyone stood. Moments later and the large doors to the dining hall opened, revealing the three members of the royal family, dressed in their best.

Roach resisted the urge to glare at Makarov and instead plastered a fake smile on his face as he stooped into a deep bow with everyone else at the table. Well, everyone other than Soap. He only gave a slight bow as a sign of respect while also refusing to lower himself below the king.

Within a few moments, the royals had taken their seats at the table. Roach noticed that Makarov seemed to glare at the man sitting next to him and he knew it was because that's where he was meant to be sitting. He pressed his lips together and tried to keep the glee he felt off of his face.

After a quick and rather boring speech from the king about Soap being a guest in the kingdom and some bullshit about celebrating their soon alliance with one another through his and Soap's marriage, everyone was able to be seated and the food began to be served.

Things were quiet at first, as they usually were at feasts like this one. Everyone was far too busy loading up their plates and getting a bit of food in their system, far too busy to talk. But, as usual, the longer that everyone sat at the table and the more chatter began to break out around the room. It started with only a few words before eventually turning into a low hum of voices that lay like a thick blanket over the table.

Roach wasn't a fan of feasts, mostly because he was usually forced to dress in something Makarov had gifted him and sit at the man's side all evening, entertaining whatever conversation the prince decided he wanted to have with him. Then usually, toward the end of the night, Makarov would have a bit of wine on his breath and feel brave enough to let his hands stroke along Roach's thighs under the table. Roach could do nothing but sit there and pretend not to be disgusted with the man.

Today was different though. Sure, Roach was still in one of the outfits that Makarov had gifted him, but the most important thing was that he was not seated next to the man. Instead, he was seated next to Soap. He soon realized that this made a world of difference.

Now he was sat next to Soap. A man who he adored, a man who he knew he could chat with for hours, a man who, in only two weeks' time, would be his husband. The thought made him excited. Never in his life did he think he would be excited at the prospect of marrying. He'd always assumed that he'd never have an option outside of Makarov. He'd known since he was a child that catching the attention of the Prince in the way that he had...it meant that he would be given very little choice in the realm of marriage.

Now though? Now he had someone sweet who actually cared about him and his comfort. Someone who made him happy. Someone who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

So Roach found that, so far, the feast had actually been quite nice. He got to sit next to Soap, tucked close enough that their arms would brush together occasionally. He got to whisper quietly with the man, laughing at his little jokes and listening excitedly as he told stories of his home and talked of places that he was excited to take him once they were married.

Roach found it easy to ignore Makarov's gaze piercing into him from across the table and his mother's downright murderous gaze from next to him. He knew she was angry about Soap's reaction to his outfit and he knew that she was likely angry at him for not trying to rebuff his fiance. He had no intention to rebuff Soap when the man was right about everything he'd said.

Ignoring everyone else at the table was easy. Unfortunately, they could not be allowed to ignore everyone all night. And, it seemed, once the desserts were brought out and served and the alcohol had been flowing for a decent amount of time, their time ignoring everyone was up.

"So, Soap, how has courting with Roach been going?" The king was the one who asked the question, a small polite smile on his face. He shared a glance with the queen beside him and it was clear to see what they were hoping for. Roach despised them terribly.

"It has been quite wonderful," Soap took Roach's hand in his own, tangling their fingers together before resting them on the table. It was a clear sign for anyone to see, a sign that said that he and Roach were quite happy together, thank you very much. "I've adored catching up with my fiance again and it almost feels as though there was no time between us." He brought their entwined hands up to press a kiss to Roach's skin, pulling a soft blush to his face.

"That is," the king gave a forced smile, "wonderful to hear. Tell us, what do the two of you plan to do next? I feel that you've practically enjoyed everything the kingdom has to offer already."

"Well," Soap gave him a smile, "I would be more than glad to take him out for picnics and walks as much as possible. The place doesn't matter to me, or the activity. All that matters is that I am with Roach."

"How sweet," the queen looked between the two of them, "But surely there must be something else the two of you have yet to do. You wouldn't want Roach getting bored, would you?"

"Well," Soap gave them a playful grin, "I suppose we've yet to be married yet. Perhaps we should move the wedding to when our next date was supposed to be." There was a brief pause before both the king and queen gave a nervous sort of laughter. It was clear they weren't fans of that idea and Roach had to bring his cup up to his lips to hide his laughter.

"Speaking of the wedding," he spoke as he brought his cup down, pulling the attention of everyone at the end of the table to him. "I was thinking that perhaps, rather than going anywhere for our next courting, we might stay in at my house?"

"What are you proposing, Roach?" it was Makarov who spoke up, glaring daggers at their entwined hands, still sitting clear to see on the table.

"Nothing inappropriate, I assure," he turned back to Soap with a nervous sort of smile, "It's just that our kingdom has a tradition. A dance that is typically performed by the married couple at their wedding. Um," he squeezed at Soap's hand, "I thought I might teach you? Assuming that you'd like to participate. We don't have to, of course."

"If it is something you want?" Soap gave him a reassuring smile and a quick squeeze of his own hand, "I will gladly learn it, my love."

"Thank you." Roach turned back to his food, trying to contain the grin that threatened to take over his face. Still, his excitement would be clear to anyone who looked at him.

The wedding dance had been the only part of a wedding that he'd ever even considered wanting. Of course, having to do it with Makarov would likely ruin it for him, but it was a private desire of his that he'd never really shared with anyone. He'd watched his brother do it at their own weddings and had been enamored with how romantic the entire thing was.

He'd never shared it with anyone. He'd never even put it in his letters to Soap when he was using them as a diary. It was something that would stay locked up tight in his mind because he'd never wanted the thought of it to be tainted for him in the way that other things had been. Until recently, he'd been content to keep the thought locked up tight in his mind, only present for the sweet fantasies that he'd occasionally allowed himself to indulge in. Fantasies where he would find someone sweet and be allowed to marry them instead of Makarov.

He'd realized only recently that Soap's arrival was like one of those sweet fantasies come to life.

"The wedding dance," the queen had a bit of a sour look on her face, "how sweet. It will be important that you have your chaperones there for the practices with how close it requires the two of you to be with one another."

"I assure you, your majesty," Roach gave her a small smile, "Paul will be watching like a hawk."

His words seemed to only sour her expression further. Still, she gave him a quick nod and tight smile, "Very good."

The table was silent for a few moments and Roach was sure that they were going to be allowed to return to their own quiet conversation. That was until Makarov's voice cut through over the table, "King MacTavish, what do you think of Roach's outfit for the night, it is quite nice, isn't it?"

Roach had to admire the Prince's audacity. The man was an asshole and a creep, but he had quite a bit of nerve on him.

"Oh yes," the queen gave Roach a small smile, "he does look quite lovely, doesn't he?"

"Indeed," Soap responded, "As I told his mother earlier, I would find Roach quite lovely in anything he decides to wear. In fact, I'm sure that if he decided to go bare I would find him more than just lovely." The words made heat flood down Roach's spine and he could practically feel the horrified looks that the members of the table were giving Soap. He didn't care, the words made him feel warm under his skin and that was what mattered.

"That is-"

Soap was quick to cut Makarov off, fitting him with a calm smile as he stared him down from across the table, "I must request though, for future reference. Do please refrain from dressing my fiance in the color of your house. And chains." He tilted his head at Makarov, "I do understand that your family had expected Roach to join your house, but he is not. He is joining mine. Continuing to dress him as though he is yours is rather disrespectful, don't you think?"

Makarov gaped at him for a long moment before his face slowly twisted into a harsh glare and a deep-set look of hatred. "King MacTavish-"

The king cut his son off quickly, clearly trying to keep him from saying anything that he shouldn't. "While I agree that Makarov should not have sent Roach the outfit," the king gave a slight smile, "Roach did not have to wear the outfit if he did not want to."

Roach felt his heart sink into his chest at the words. Of course, they would figure out some way to deflect from the issue. With that logic, they could continue to send him things and force him to wear them with no issue. Because of course, it would look like it was his choice.

"My friend," Soap turned his attention to the king, "I have learned in my short time here that your kingdom has a great respect for your family. Your people do not wish to disrespect you in any way." He glanced at Roach briefly, "I am sure that Roach only wore the outfit because he feared upsetting your family. If it had come from anyone else, I am certain he would have thrown it out."

"Well," the king puffed up, "let's ask him. Roach, did you wish to wear this outfit for the night?"

The attention at the table fell to him and he found himself frozen for a moment. He could feel his mother's hand land on his leg and, even through his clothes, it felt icy cold. He knew what she wanted him to say. He knew that saying anything other than what she wanted would leave him in a harsh place when they returned home for the night.

Roach opened his mouth to speak. He prepared himself to fall into the normal lie to appease his mother. To appease the royals. Instead, his eyes caught onto Soap's encouraging gaze and, with a quick squeeze of their entwined hands, he found himself responding truthfully. "No, your majesty. I did not wish to wear it, but I also did not want to disrespect the time and money that went into the outfit. It is as Soap said, if it was from anyone else, I wouldn't have worn it."

There was a thick moment of silence. Roach's mother removed her hand from his leg and without looking at her he could feel the white-hot anger burning at his side.

"Ah," the king seemed almost shocked that he'd told the truth. It was clear he'd expected him to roll over as usual and allow Makarov to have his way with him. "Well," he cleared his throat, "I see. We shall refrain from allowing Makarov to send you any further gifts. And, of course, we apologize, King MacTavish, we meant no harm."

"No harm done," Soap assured, his eyes darting over to Makarov's quickly reddening face, "Believe me, I understand the desire to have Roach as your own."

With that, there was no more conversation within the group for the rest of the night.

The carriage ride back home after the banquet was quiet. Not just quiet, silent. No one dared to say a word and there was a thick tension that filled the air. Roach's brothers even seemed afraid of moving too much, wincing at any slight noise they made when the carriage seemed to jerk them slightly.

Roach, like he'd done on the ride there, kept his eyes locked firmly outside of the window the entire ride. He refused to look anywhere else, even as he could feel his mother's gaze burning into him. He knew that this silence wouldn't last forever. He didn't care. He felt happy for the moment.

He'd gotten a chance to spend more time with Soap and he would no longer have to worry about Makarov trying to force him into new outfits. It had shaped up to be probably the best banquet that Roach had attended in his life and he didn't intend to let his mother's anger ruin that for him.

When the carriage pulled to a stop outside of their estate, Roach took his sweet time stepping out. He wasn't going to rush into a fight, even as his mother sped ahead of him into the house, his father hot on her heels. He walked slowly, his brothers and sisters-in-law on either side of him.

"You know you're in for it, right?" Johnathan tucked Melissa closer to his side, "She's not going to let that go."

"I know," Roach responded, his head held high, "It doesn't matter. I'm tired of rolling over for her and doing things I'm not comfortable with. Especially now."

He let his brothers and sisters-in-law step into the house first, giving them time to rush off to their rooms to at least somewhat avoid the fight.

As soon as he stepped into the house, he could hear his mother's voice ranting loudly about Soap and about his behavior during the night. He didn't care much about her comments about him, but the few comments that he heard about Soap made him seethe. He couldn't believe she would so openly insult him like this.

He followed her voice further into the house until he reached the sitting room where she was ranting to his father who was quietly trying to calm her down, his words low enough that Roach couldn't hear them.

He stood in the doorway for a long moment before stepping into the room fully, drawing his mother's attention toward him.

"Gary Sanderson," She seethed, pushing away from his father and taking several harsh steps toward him. He held his ground and kept his head held high. "I hope you're proud of yourself young man!"

"I am," he answered quickly. His words only seemed to make her angrier.

"You received a gracious gift from the prince," she practically spat the words at his feet, "and you threw it in his face! I did not raise you to be so disrespectful to the royals!"

"Stop pretending it was a gift!" Roach snapped back, "Look at me! We both know what it was. We both knew what it was when you forced me to wear it!"

"Do not yell at me, young man!"

"That's all you have to say?" Roach gave a disbelieving laugh, "Acknowledge it, Mom! Acknowledge that you made me wear an outfit that was meant to stake a claim on me! One that was meant to send a message to my fiance!"

"So what if it was?" His mother hissed. Roach reeled away from her. He hadn't expected her to actually acknowledge what he said. It made his chest constrict. It made everything that he knew real, everything that he'd wanted to believe was his mother truly just being oblivious, he knew now.

"Caroline," his father hissed. He reached out to grab at her arm, but she was quick to shove him off and continue pressing forward.

"Your fiance is an improper joke of a king!" She took several steps toward Roach, "And the fact that you ever agreed to marry him in the first place tells me that I failed as your mother!"

"How dare you!" Roach took a measured step toward her, rage burning through his system like fire, "Soap is twice the man that Makarov is!"

"He wants you for what's between your legs and that's it!"

"You're wrong!"

"His comments tonight prove it!" She took another step forward and this time Roach stepped away from her, trying to return the distance between them that he'd lost. "He's a pervert and he's just using you! You don't think he has plenty of pretty men warming his bed and waiting for him back home? He's a barbarian!"

Tears rose to Roach's eyes and he continued backing away from his mother as he shot back, "You know who's a pervert? Makarov! Look at what I'm wearing, think of everything that he's done to me! Everything that I've told you about! Soap loves me!"

"He doesn't love you!" Roach's back hit the wall and he found himself trapped, just as he'd been that day in his room, with Makarov physically pinning him to the wall. This time, though, it was his mother and her words that kept him in place. Tears began to roll down his cheeks. "He doesn't love you and you won't marry him! I'm putting my foot down on this Gary Sanderson! Makarov loves you, Makarov will take care of you, and you are going to marry him because he is the right choice!"

Roach shook his head, "I won't marry him, you can't make me. I'm marrying Soap, I know that he loves me and that's what matters."

"You will marry Makarov," his mother stood up tall and raised her chin, it was clear in her gaze that she was looking down at him, "You'll marry him or you'll no longer be a part of this family."

"Caroline!" His father's voice was the loudest that Roach had ever heard and the way it boomed around the room made both Roach and his mother jump. Their eyes were both wide as they stared at his face, twisted up into something angry. "That is enough. This is Roach's choice, not yours. Soap is a fine choice for him and if he wants to marry him, we will support him. Under no circumstances will he be kicked out of our family. He will always have a place with us."

"King MacTavish is-"

"A fine man," Roach's father stood up tall, "Who clearly loves our son and who is more than capable of taking care of him. A man who I approve of."

Roach gave a watery smile toward his father and he received a small nod in return. It wasn't much, but the movement spoke volumes.

"Fine," his mother turned toward him, "You'll still be a part of this family, but if you marry him? You won't be my son anymore. Because I did not raise you to be an easy whore who falls for men's traps like this."

Roach pushed himself off of the wall and stood up tall, tears still rolling down his cheeks as he leveled his mother with a face of calmness, "I hate you." It was her turn to reel away from him, taking a quick step back away from him at the words. "I hate you," he repeated, "And when I marry Soap, and when I leave with him to his kingdom, I want you to know that when I come back...if I come back, it won't be for you. I don't want anyone who would try to force me to marry a man like Makarov in my life. I don't want anyone who insists that he is the better choice for me in my life. I hate you and when I'm married? That's the last time that you will be privileged to be part of my life."

He gave her shocked face one last look before turning and leaving the sitting room. Silence lasted for only a few moments before the sound of wails broke through it. Roach didn't turn back.

"Hey," Roach pulled Jackson to a stop as the two approached one of the small event rooms in the castle.

He was dressed down for what he would normally wear to a courting date with Soap, something that had him feeling a bit self-conscious in his own skin. Still, he knew that it would have been silly for him to wear something nicer like he usually would. After all, the two would be dancing today and dancing was a bit of a workout at times. He didn't want to ruin one of his nicer outfits.

Even though his mother had turned her nose up at him when she saw what he was wearing, it was clear she didn't approve, he hadn't cared. He'd barely even acknowledged her since their fight days ago, instead directing all of his comments toward his father or his brothers.

He'd been worried that his father would attempt to make him patch things over with his mother. After all, the man usually took her side. Instead, he was pleasantly surprised when his father ignored his mother's indignant huffs in favor of giving him a soft smile and telling him to have fun.

He tugged Jackson into a silent corner, his eyes darting nervously toward the door to the event room down the hall. He knew Soap was likely waiting for him inside. "Listen," he glanced back at Jackson, "I need to you promise me that you won't disappear today."

"What?" Jackson raised an eyebrow at him.

Roach gave a deep sigh, "Listen, I get it, you've started...whatever you've started with Gaz and Price, I get it. But I really need you to genuinely be my chaperone today. Okay? I'm serious."

"I don't understand," Jackson shook his head, "I mean time alone with Soap? Isn't that what you've been wanting."

"Today is different." Roach shot another look down the hall, "Listen, we're in the castle today and you know the dance that Soap and I are practicing. I wouldn't put it past Makarov to try and come into the room and say he caught Soap and I doing something inappropriate. If you aren't there when he comes in?" His voice went a bit panicked. He didn't want to think about what sort of scheme Makarov could pull off if he managed to catch them in a situation like that. "So I'm serious, I need you to promise me that you won't sneak off!"

"Okay, okay," Jackson held his hands up in surrender and nodded his head quickly, "I promise, okay? I'll be the best chaperone out there!"

Roach gave a sigh of relief and wrapped his arm around Jackson's starting them down the hallway, "Thank you."

"You seem on edge," Jackson spoke carefully as they neared the door to the room, "Everything alright?"

"Honestly," Roach turned to him as they stopped in front of the door, "Not really. But I don't want to talk about it right now. It's...it's complicated."

He pushed the door to the room open and, with a simple sight of Soap, any of the stress that was being held in his body seemed to fade away. He allowed himself to move quickly toward Soap, leaving Jackson to close the door behind them.

He was quick to wrap Soap in a hug and tug him down for a short kiss.

"Hey, hey, hey! Distance, distance!" Roach pulled away from Soap and turned to raise a quick eyebrow toward Jackson. "What? You told me to be an actual chaperone today."

Roach rolled his eyes before turning back to Soap, a small smile on his face. "My love," he took Soap's hands in his own and he could practically see the way that the man melted at his touch. It made his heart flutter in his chest. Soap loved him. He knew that.

Soap was fairly quick to recover, bringing their joined hands up to kiss Roach's wrists as he usually did. "My love," Roach felt warm again, "I am yours today. Teach me what I need to know."

Roach gave him a bright grin and darted up to give a quick peck on his cheek. "So," Roach dropped his things down to the floor quickly before dragging Soap with him closer to the center of the room, "The dance happens before we feast, but after the toasts. It's meant to represent our bond and tells the story of the lovers who founded our kingdom. A warrior and the noblewoman he fell in love with."

He took Soap's hands in his own and guided him over to one side of the room. "Alright, stay here." Quickly, he rushed to the other side of the room before turning to face Soap. "So, we start on opposite sides to show our distance prior to our marriage. do the same thing that I do."

He took a careful step forward and Soap mirrored his movement. He moved carefully forward in several small steps, watching carefully as Soap mimicked his movements until they both met in the middle of the room. "This seems easy so far," Soap gave him a small flash of a smile and Roach couldn't help but return it.

"I promise there's nothing hard in the dance." He reached out with a grin, grabbing Soap's hands to tug them to his waist. "I think you'll like this part," the words pulled a heated blush to his face and a raised eyebrow from Soap.

He stepped closer to Soap, moving until their bodies were pressed tight up against one another. Soap's eyes widened at the movement and Roach resisted the urge to laugh over the way that his face seemed to slowly be going pink.

Soap kept his hands firmly on Roach's hips, something that Roach was quick to fix as he pulled Soap's arms around his waist and encouraged him to relax until his arms were practically hanging over his hips, his hands dropped into a relaxed position over his ass.

"I," Soap cleared his throat as he looked down at Roach, "I suddenly understand why the Queen mentioned the importance of chaperones."

Roach couldn't help the small laugh that escaped his lips at those words. A buzz formed under his skin, slowly spreading around his body. It seemed to pool with warmth inside of him. "Why is that?" He moved through the next part of the dance, guiding Soap to help him turn in his arms until his backside was pressed tight to Soap's front instead. "Feeling tempted?" He moved Soap's hands to just skate up his body before wrapping him in a tight embrace.

"By you?" Soap spoke lowly, his mouth pressed just up against Roach's ear, "Always."

Roach couldn't stop the shiver that pulled up his body at the words and, based on the way that Soap's hands clenched tight against his skin, the other man had noticed it.

He tried to keep himself focused, even when the buzzing under his skin only seemed to grow stronger and stronger the longer that he stayed pressed up against Soap.

"This next part is simple," Roach cleared his throat nervously, "Just take one of my hands and we spin out." They followed his instructions, spinning him out until they were standing beside one another, the only thing connecting them were their hands. "Good, now bring me in like you would for a normal ballroom dance."

Soap paused for a long moment and it only took a second for Roach to realize that the man had no idea what he was talking about. "Like this," he tugged himself closer, moving back close to Soap's body so that they were facing each other. He guided Soap's free hand to his waist. "It's simple, we lead with these hands," he tilted his head toward their interconnected hands and set his free hand on Soap's shoulder.

He took a moment to give Soap a bright smile before slowly starting to guide them across the floor in careful movements. He made sure to go slow, allowing Soap to pick up the rhythm of the movement. He was quite impressed with how well the other seemed to pick up on it, something he wasn't afraid to voice.

"You're very good at this," he gave Soap a bright grin.

"Yeah," Soap chuckled and returned his smile with one of his own, "It's not very different from fighting if I'm being honest. The timing and patterns, it's similar in an odd way."

"Well," Roach pulled them closer to one another, signaling the end of the ballroom portion of the dance, "You must be an excellent fighter then."

Soap gave a low chuckle, "You have no idea, my love."

"That portion represented our courting," Roach explained after a moment, "This last bit is our marriage." He pulled Soap closer and tried to fight off the blush that rose to his face, "It's a bit more... hands-on."

"I enjoy hands-on," Soap responded lowly, his eyes completely focused on Roach and Roach alone. It did nothing but keep the heat in his gut burning hot.

"So, um," Roach moved out like they'd done earlier, spinning until they stood beside each other, with only their hands connecting them, "now, you kiss my hand." Soap did as he was told. "Then you trail the kisses up my arm, pulling me closer as you do."

Soap gave him a soft look and maintained eye contact with him as he leaned down to press a slow and careful kiss on his arm. Then another. And another. And another. He did as Roach told him, slowly guiding him closer to kiss further and further up his arm until, finally, Roach once again had his backside pressed close to Soap's front.

"And now?" Soap asked him in a low whisper.

"Now," Roach glanced down at his lips briefly before meeting Soap's eyes again, "Now we kiss as husbands."

There was a moment of pause before Soap leaned forward to connect their lips. It was a slow thing, just the soft press of lips together, moving in sync. Roach was the one to press closer, desperate for more as the feeling of warmth in his body grew stronger. He hesitantly licked at Soap's lips and gave a pleased little noise when the man parted his lips for him.

From there the kiss grew in intensity. Growing quicker and sloppier as their tongues tangled together, exploring the other's mouth. Soap wrapped an arm around Roach's waist, pulling him back into him further. Their bodies pressed together tightly and Roach could feel the outline of the man behind him pressed against his leg. After a long moment of consideration as they kissed, he gave into his desires and rocked back against the man.

Soap pulled away just slightly with a small hiss, "Fuck." He connected their lips again harshly, his free hand moving to begin skating over Roach's body, feeling along his chest. Roach couldn't help but gasp against Soap's mouth as the man's hand just skated over one of his nipples, brushing over it through the thing fabric of his shirt.

They were lost in each other, engaged in a slow and distracting push and pull that seemed to grow in intensity with every moment. Roach's skin was flush and he felt all too hot under his clothes. He wanted Soap's hand to move lower, he wanted it to slip under the waistband of his pants, he wanted the man to-

A horrified gasp caught Roach's attention and suddenly everything came rushing back to him. He remembered where he was and pulled away from Soap quickly, horror already filling his veins as he turned to spot two unwanted guests watching him and Soap with wide eyes.

Roach was quick to push away from Soap, quickly putting distance between them and folding his hands behind his back with desperate gasps of air. His breathing was heavy as he diverted his gaze to the ground, his head lowered with it. This was not good.

"Your majesties," he acknowledged weakly, his voice nothing more than a horrified whisper.

"Makarov," the queen spoke in a low and harsh voice, "send one of the servants to the Sanderson residence immediately."

Even without looking at him, Roach could hear the smirk in Makarov's voice as he responded with a simple, "Yes, Mother."

"Gary Sanderson. King MacTavish, come to the sitting room to wait with me. This is an issue that must be resolved." Roach let his eyes close with dread. This was not good.

Roach was sat tensely on one of the settees in the little sitting room, staring straight ahead. He tried his best not to think about the man sitting next to him. He tried his best not to think about the fact that Soap was standing across the room, kept there by the queen's harsh glare any time he moved.

Jackson and Price stumbled into the room after a few moments and Roach allowed his eyes to turn toward them. He met the horrified wide-eyed look from Jackson as the queen snorted, "Ah, there are the so-called chaperones!"

Jackson was quick to rush across the room to kneel down next to Roach on the ground, his hands landing on Roach's leg. "Roach," he spoke quietly, his voice lowered enough that only Roach could hear him, "I am so sorry."

"I asked you to do one thing for me," Roach met his eyes carefully, "One thing."

With that, he looked away from his friend and went back to staring carefully into space, trying to block out the sounds from around him. Despite his words, Jackson didn't move, he just stayed kneeling on the floor by his side.

It was only a few minutes after that Roach's family along with the king flooded into the room, led by his mother. He stood when they arrived, quickly taking the opportunity to move away from Makarov and instead tuck himself close to his father's side.

"Ah, excellent, you're here." The queen stepped toward his mother and took her hands in her own, "I dread to inform you of what has happened Caroline."

"It was not anything," Soap spoke carefully from his side of the room, Price at his side, "Certainly nothing the people in this room have to worry about."

The queen turned quickly toward him, "My son and I happened across the room where you and Roach were and we found you with no chaperones in the room and you attempting to taint dear Roach's character."

"We were kissing," Soap said blankly, "He's to be my husband, am I not permitted to kiss the man who will soon be mine?"

"No," Roach's mother glared at him harshly, "You are not! Not until you are married. I know your kingdom might be," she lifted her nose to him, "looser than ours, but Roach is one of us and he must follow our customs."

"Do none of my customs get taken into consideration," Soap shot back quickly. "What if it is customary to kiss and be close to your partner before you are married? Would that not be permitted? Would I be forced, once again, to give in to your ridiculous standards of purity?"

"If you can show no concern for the customs of my son and our people," his mother glared harshly at Soap, "Then perhaps you should not be marrying him. In fact, after this little stunt, I'd like to call this entire wedding off!"

"That is not your choice," Soap answered simply, his face hard.

"He is my son!"

"I am not," Roach spoke quietly, but his voice cut through the room and brought his mother's attention toward him. "Do you not remember what you said, Mother? We decided, didn't we? I'm not your son anymore."

"Roach," his mother hissed, "he forced this on you! What if he had-"

He ignored her warning look to instead look around the room, "I was the one who kissed him." He stood taller, facing the shocked looks from his family and the royals as he continued the lie, "I was the one who initiated the kiss. I am the degenerate who wished to be closer to my fiance before we are married."

"He is lying," his mother whipped around to glare at Soap again, "To try and protect you!"

"Lady Sanderson," Roach felt himself go cold as the attention of the room fell to the calm voice of the Prince, "I believe Roach. I believe that he initiated the kiss." Roach didn't like this. There was no reason for Makarov to be agreeing with him, why was he agreeing with him? "It is understandable, a natural step for a couple. I believe the failure is not with King MacTavish or Roach, but instead," he turned his head just slightly to look toward Jackson, "with their chaperones."

"He is right," the Queen agreed quickly. Roach realized with a terrible sense of clarity where the conversation was going. "It was not the fault of Roach or the king. Nothing would have happened if their chaperones were there to keep them in line."

"I propose," Makarov stood from his seat and folded his hands behind his back, "a change in chaperones. I am sure Paul and MacTavish's man have only the best interest of their friends at heart, but it is clear they are distracted."

"Yes," his mother nodded her head slowly, a glint in her eyes telling Roach that she understood what was happening, Roach wanted to scream. This wasn't happening, it couldn't happen. "I agree."

"I should take the position of Roach's chaperone," Makarov gave a careful smile. "King MacTavish may choose someone new from his own men and the two men will have fresh eyes to watch over them."

"You are a fine choice," Roach's mother agreed quickly.

"Of course," Makarov turned his head to meet Roach's eyes a terrible glint in them, "After all, I only have Roach's best interests at heart."

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