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YOU GET ME SO HIGH — VERNON CHWE ࿐

summary. smoking with your best friend (who you totally don’t have a crush on) is super fun till all you can think about is him… well, doing him, to be more specific.

wc. 6.2k

warnings. recreational marijuana use!!, dubcon (kinda? sex while high), bf2l + idiots to lovers, kinda fluffy!! weed is referred to as ‘green crack’ several times lol, fingering, hehe big d!ck!vernon, mentions of masturbation, unprotected sex, pet names (baby), brief tit worship, naked confessions, vernon is kinda shy, jealous, nervous & rlly likes boobs and reader is v needy lol <3— MINORS DNI 18+

note. havent seen anyone write for vernon in like 3 years so here’s my lowkey cringey, poorly-written, self-indulgent fic that i was supposed to post for his birthday 2 months ago ++ guest appearance from weed dealer!cheol bc yeah :3

if you had told vernon that his best friend was someone he’d met in a biology lab–one that he was accidentally put into his freshmen year– he’d say you were a liar. nonetheless, it’s true– you’re his best friend and you have been for years now. in your fourth and final year of university, you still sit on the balcony of your apartment with him like you have every other day for the past three.

“happy birthday, vernon,” you smile cheekily, passing him a snack-size ziplock baggie. “i got you an eighth since you’re always begging to smoke my shit.”

he laughs and gives you a lazy smile, “Y/N, my birthday was over two months ago… plus, you know you didn’t have to get me anything.”

you scoff, rolling your eyes, “hansol vernon chwe, you are my best friend, of course i had to. and… i was waiting for a few of my checks to hit, that's why it’s a belated birthday gift.” you take his hand, placing the bag into it. “now take it and don’t smoke it all in a day, got it?”

he nods, eyes softening, “thank you,” he says. “must’ve cost your broke ass a fortune, though, so next time– don’t get me anything.”

you giggle at the joke that’s actually, not really a joke. “i really don’t think you have any room to speak– who here has a real job?”

he rolls his eyes, “my job is real, thank you very much.”

you chuckle, shaking your head. “reselling limited edition vinyls for seven times what you bought them for isn’t a job, vernon, that’s called being a dick.” you tell him. “and actually, the prices weren’t too bad. cheol gave me a discount.”

vernon almost visibly clenches at the name of your awfully-sweet dealer. though he can attest, cheol is only ever sweet to you. every time he’s bought from your favorite supplier, he’s been a total asshole and upcharges him for no reason which is one of the basis’ why he’s always smoking your stuff. you always tell him it’s karma for selling records at such a high price, but vernon begs to differ. he knows that cheol just doesn’t like him and he has a gut feeling that it’s because of you.

“oh yeah? how’d you get him to do that?” he asks, but he’s pretty sure he knows the answer. the answer being cheol has a thing for you.

you bite your lip, looking over your apartment balcony. “mmm, he showed up here while i was… you know…playing around…and…”

vernon knows you well enough to finish your sentence for you. “masturbating?”

“vernon, be modest!” you whine, hiding your face in your hands. “you knew, you didn’t have to say it!”

he chuckles, “it’s normal, Y/N, we all do it. no need to be embarrassed over it.”

it’s true. everyone does it. but not everyone masturbates thinking about their best friend. he thinks that might just be him.

“yeah, but you’ve probably never done it thinking you’d be finished before your hot drug dealer shows up at your apartment.” you blush. vernon doesn’t say anything for a while and you’re afraid you’ve made him feel uncomfortable (even though he claims you never have). you bite the insides of your cheeks before uttering, “can you pack a joint or something?”

truthfully, vernon doesn’t mean to be so quiet. he’s just trying to imagine you in that state without letting his dick get hard, though it’s proving to be extremely difficult. you probably looked so pretty in cute short shorts and a shirt that you could see your nipples through. or worse, you were wearing a tank top that was snuggly wrapped around your torso where you could see everything. he wants to be a gentleman, wants to be respectful… but, god, your tits are out of this world.

he hums trying to rid the dirty images in his head, taking your box of goods to grab the grinder and paper cones. “finish your story.” he urges.

you look at him, searching for signs of discomfort, but there is only that stoic look he always wore. with a sigh, you continue, “anyway, i was… you know… and he texted me and said he was here– i was a mess–”

he can imagine.

“–and i think he could tell ‘cuz when i got down to his car i was so disheveled and was about to start crying. i literally looked like i got edged or something,” you mumble, twiddling your thumbs out of embarrassment.

you’re painting a picture for vernon and he has to bite back a groan.

it’s not the first time you and vernon had talked about sexual things. there had been several conversations on the topic. he knew almost everything about you except for… you know… what you tasted like and how tight you are– his vivid imagination couldn’t give him all of those pleasures.

“and, vernon, i kid you not, he literally knew. he was all smug and shit,” you groan. “it was kinda humiliating.”

you remember how much wetter you’d gotten the moment you slipped into his car. he was calling you all types of things– all types of pretty pet names–and you’re genuinely surprised it didn’t escalate further because the sexual tension was heavy.

“and then i told him i wanted a quarter– an eighth for me and an eighth for you– and he told me he’d give me a special strain of sativa for half the normal price.”

vernon’s eyes widened, “half the price?”

“that’s what i said!” you exclaim. “pretty sure it’s because he could see my tits… i wasn’t wearing the best outfit …”

of-fucking-course he could see your tits. vernon holds back a groan, seeing as his suspicions about you in a tank top that night was right. instead, he chuckles airly. “now who needs to be modest.”

“stooop, just grind the weed.” you cry.

vernon does as you ask, muttering, “maybe he laced it.”

“cheol wouldn’t, i’m pretty sure he just likes me.” you humbly reply, shooting daggers at your best friend for even suggesting that. “plus the strain was called ‘green crack’ or something like that… it was from the ‘st. patty’s day special.’”

“saint patrick’s day was like 4 weeks ago.”

“well then he was either trying to get rid of it or my tits must’ve made him feel generous.” you joke, giggling a bit at vernon’s poker face.

vernon is hiding it really well, but he’s filled with so much annoyance. your stupid dealer doesn’t deserve to see you like that. hell, vernon doesn’t even think he deserves to see you like that, but, fuck, he wants to. so badly. seeing you all hot and bothered with your tits on full display would be a dream come true.

“would you fuck him for free weed?” he asks all of a sudden, making you blush furiously. he knows now that he doesn’t want to hear your answer when your mouth parts in shock.

“vernon! what kinda girl do you take me for?” you put your hand over your chest as if it’s something you wouldn’t do. you break your facade when he gives you a knowing look, mouth cracking into a grin. “probably, i dunno. he’s kinda scary but i feel like he knows how to please a woman– i can’t say the same about a lot of other men.”

he internally rolls his eyes. cheol doesn’t know you the way he does. vernon could please you, he knows he can.

he switches the subject back to the packed joint in his hands to keep from spiraling. “wanna spark it?”

you shake your head with a hum, “mmh-mmh, belated birthday boy gets the first few hits.”

he smiles, pulling the joint to his lips taking the lighter, igniting it with the pressure of his thumb. he lets the flame burn carefully through the paper, inhaling a large rush of smoke. he holds it in for a bit before he blows it out– away from your face– creating a white, potent-smelling cloud.

you reminisce while watching him. your balcony is like home to you and vernon. contrary to your neighbor's beliefs, smoking isn’t the only thing you do. you laugh and cry and talk for hours about people you hate and people you love. sometimes, you’ll do homework out here and when vernon is bored at his own place, he’ll come over to yours to keep you company. he provides a comforting presence and never-ending encouragement while reminding you to take breaks.

it’s where you told him about your puppy crush on soonyoung from your statistics class and it’s where he told you about how he awkwardly lost his virginity to a girl during orientation week. it’s where the two of you are always together– it’s kinda like your place.

and watching him after all these years, you’ve never really realized how attractive your best friend was. well, that’s a lie. you’ve always thought vernon was likely one of the prettiest men to ever walk the earth, but if you truly admitted that, then you’d have to admit to the other things. things like how kind and considerate he is and how he’s boyfriend potential and how you totally don’t have any type of feelings for him whatsoever. it’s not a crush, you constantly have to remind yourself, it’s admiration for your best friend. there’s a difference.

but those admirable traits are things you can’t think about because he doesn’t see you that way. there’s no reason why you should see him that way if it’s not reciprocated. it only makes sense and prevents brutal rejection from the most perfect man on earth, aka your best friend.

but your not-crush manifests itself sometimes. like when he smiles at you or when he randomly places his headphones over your head and tells you to “listen to this song” or when he spends the night in your bed because he’s too lazy to drive home. it gets harder and harder to hide every day.

he passes the joint to you with an even lazier grin and you take it, parroting his actions. you let the smoke fill your lungs, hold it there, and exhale, shutting your eyes just as he did.

and vernon thinks you look like a goddess. how could you make a simple action seem so attractive?

you take your hits, passing the joint back and forth till it suddenly hits you. all at once, you feel your body start to ache, your tummy flipping in anticipation, your mind fogging over leaving your entirety to buzz. you shift a bit and you feel your cunt dampen causing you to let out a sharp exhale.

“you good?” vernon asks, his deep voice filling your ears.

then you look at him. like… actually look at him. his face is a bit tired, his eyes red from the weed coursing his system, and his hair a bit disheveled from running his hand through it too much (this is why he wears the beanies)-- nevertheless, he looks fucking fantastic.

your usual munchies are replaced with strong, burning sexual desire. just at the sight of your best friend, your pussy is soaking through your panties and your shorts.

“‘sol,” you murmur out the nickname. “do you feel… different?” you ask, eyes fluttering and lips parting.

you’re truly unaware of how seductive you look and how it’s slowly taking years off his life. vernon has been rock hard in his sweats for a solid 15 minutes now. and, yes, he feels extremely different. turned on to say the very least.

“mmm, a little,” more like a lot. “maybe it’s the strain you got,” he mumbles, implying what he had said earlier was true.

it makes sense that cheol provided you with a strain that feels like you’re smoking a fucking aphrodisiac, but you’re starting to wish you were alone so you could at least do something about it.

for a split second, you think you might be fine, then you’re hit with yet another wave of arousal, your core pulsing at the ideas that are incessantly popping into your head. ideas of him taking you right now, sitting on his face, sinking onto his cock– it’s too much.

“vernon,” you say breathily and he freezes, pulling the joint away from his lips. “i… i think…”

you try to think about how to kick him out kindly so you can have some much-needed alone time, but you can’t– you can only think about having alone time with him. alone time that leads to shoving his hand down your pants.

stop, you tell your hazy brain.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” he asks, scooting closer to you.

his scent floods your senses– a mix of weed and his cologne causing sensory overload in your poor brain and aching core.

he’s internally worried that you’re greening out. though it doesn’t happen as much as it did when you first started smoking, there are rare occasions when you take more than you can handle.

“c-can… you do me a favor?”

“‘course, anything.”

“vernon… it… i…need your help.” you whimper, leaning into him. “please…feels like ‘m gonna die.”

you’re being dramatic.

he furrows his brows in confusion, panic becoming apparent on his features. “what hurts, Y/N? how can i help you?”

you take his hand in yours, slowly guiding him to the ache in your body. you gasp when his warm fingers come in contact with your clothed cunt. “here… it hurts here.” you exhale.

vernon has definitely lost it. his hand is between your thighs and your smaller one has moved to tightly wrap around his wrist. you’re a mess– he can feel it. he can feel the warmth radiating from your core, he can feel how you’ve soaked through your panties and how it’s seeped through the thin pair of shorts. he’s holding his breath and he fears he may pass out before getting a chance to touch you like you deserve.

“y-you’re not in your right mind, Y/N,” he whispers, afraid his voice may betray him. “you smoked too–”

“uh-uh, it’s okay– vernon, it’s okay, i want you… please,” you whimper, grip around his wrist tightening as you buck your hips slightly for more friction.

you want him. you… want him.

“but–”

you’re growing frustrated, “if you won’t… then i-i think you should go ‘cuz i need… i need to be alone.”

vernon takes this as an implication that you need to fuck yourself if he won’t fuck you and he’ll be damned if he’s not the one making you see stars.

so, he asks one more time, “Y/N… are you sure?”

“yes… yes, ‘m sure. ‘m so sure, please, ‘sol,” you beg, using the nickname that makes him fold every time.

he doesn’t hold back, putting out the joint in his hand and leaving it in the ashtray. his now-free hand cups your cheek, pulling you in for a kiss. you moan, eagerly allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth as your hands needily fist at his shirt.

despite having smoked, vernon’s lips are soft. softer than the lips of men you’ve kissed before. and he still tastes good even with the pungent lemony flavor lingering on his tongue– overwhelmingly good. it seems that he’s just as eager and turned on as you are, too, nearly devouring you whole. you can’t help but fall in love with the heated, now-sloppy kiss.

and vernon truly feels like he’s died and gone to heaven. he’s not sure if this is even real or if the weed has him hallucinating… it wouldn’t be the first time, but you biting down on his bottom lip has him coming back to earth and lets him know that you’re real. that you are very much real and very much grinding on his fingers desperately.

“vernon,” you pant, pulling him closer by the shirt in your grip. “please, more— feels good, but i need more.” your hazy eyes look into his and you see how they’ve darkened.

“fuck, Y/N,” he groans and his voice has you clenching around nothing. “we need to go inside…”

you’re both sure that this might ruin your relationship, but you decide it’ll be a problem for tomorrow. right now, all either of you can think about is getting off on each other.

that’s why you’re quick to stand on your feet, holding out your hand for him to take. when he stands, grunting, you pull him into your apartment and leave all of your goods on the balcony without a second thought.

you drag him to your room before attacking him with another kiss and pulling at the ends of his shirt. you’re a bit disoriented, swaying and stumbling over your steps, but when your legs hit the bed and you nearly fall, vernon’s quick to catch you by the waist.

“careful,” he murmurs, gently laying you on the plush mattress. you scoot to the head of the bed, laying on your back as you wait for him.

he takes your expectant face as a sign to remove his clothing and he does so quickly, knowing how impatient you are at this very moment. his shirt comes off and then his sweats, leaving him in boxers where his bulge becomes… apparent.

you have to hold your breath at the dizzying sight of his naked torso and the massive tent in his underwear.

you make grabby hands at him, urging him to come take care of you on the bed. he obliges, getting on your bed, hovering over you while his own head spins. he’s truly unsure if this is actually his real life or if he’s having a dream sent from the gods above.

he decides not to wait any longer, taking control of the situation by placing his lips on your heated neck. his lips trail down, leaving sloppy, wet kisses on your skin, reveling in how you desperately whimper for him though he’s barely doing anything.

his hands reach for the hem of your loose top– one that might actually be his– pushing it up and tugging it over your head and arms, leaving your chest bare before him. he groans before diving to your tits, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples, sucking and tugging at the bud hungrily.

you gasp at the sight. you’ve never seen vernon so eager to do anything in the time you’ve known him and now he’s making out with your tits as if it were his last day on earth.

that’s hot, you think to yourself. so hot– you’re so fucking hot right now.

you can’t see it, but you feel his hand come down to your sleep shorts, digging in past the elastic band of both the satin fabric and your cotton undies. his fingers dip into your lips, running them through your soaked folds.

“you’re so wet.” he hisses.

you whine at the contact, apologizing softly, “‘m sorry– can’t help it.”

his fingers find your hole, circling it before easing two of them inside. “don’t apologize, baby. it’s really hot.” he whispers, the pet name slipping past his lips without completely registering.

you clench and moan at the domestic name. “fuck, ‘sol,” you whimper. “a-again… call me that again…”

his face burns, whispering out, “you like when i call you ‘baby?’”

knowing vernon, it was meant to sound like a genuine question, but being in the state you’re in, it sounds so seductive… so enticing that it has your back arching. you nod your head, an even darker blush falling over your already-red cheeks.

you let out a clipped, “yes.” and he just moans, thrusting his fingers in and out faster, digits stretching your tight, gummy walls out to prepare you for his cock.

he wonders how you could be so tight because, holy fuck, you’re squeezing around his fingers like you’re trying to trap them in there.

you whine softly, “vernon, please give me more…”

he definitely just fucking died.

his cock twitches uncontrollably in his boxers, begging to be set free, but he decides to give you another finger instead. vernon knows he’s… a bit on the bigger side, and judging by how you feel right now, there’s absolutely no way he’ll easily fit inside of you. the last thing he wants to do is hurt you.

so he slowly pulls his hand out of your shorts and helps you out of them. he throws them to the side and has you spread open. he huffs at the sight before taking three of his fingers back to your hole. he pushes them in gently, groaning at the tighter fit. your moans are bouncing off the walls and vernon looks up to see your mouth hung open with your head thrown back against your pillow.

he checks on you, throat dry at the sound, sight, and feeling of you. “i-is… are you doing okay?” and when you just whine, he bites the inside of his cheek anxiously. he remembers your fondness for the pet names from a few minutes prior, so he tries again. “baby… does it feel good?”

and he’s not sure what to expect, but when your body jolts and your hand's fist at the sheets, you get even tighter, clenching around his fingers desperately. you really do have an affinity for being called ‘baby.’

your brain is jumbled, intoxicated from the weed and his fat fingers stretching your cunt open. “‘m okay… f-feels so good.” you tell him breathily with a whine bubbling in the back of your throat at the feeling of his fingers pushing further into you. “fuck, vernon– it’s so good.”

and it’s true, you don’t think you’ve ever experienced pleasure this intense before, but you remember your senses are heightened by 10 because of the drug. that ‘green crack’ is insane.

he moans at the confirmation, curling his fingers up and fucking your messy cunt, the palm of his hand bumping against your clit with every thrust. he feels a rush of your honeyed arousal soaking his fingers and he swears he might cum before he can even get his cock in you.

you gasp loudly when you feel his pace quicken, eyes squeezing shut. an array of mewls and high-pitched whines shamelessly slip past your lips. “oh! fuck, i’m close, i’m so close, vernon.” you warn, wet walls clamping around his curled fingers.

he exhales sharply, voice low when he urges you, “cum for me, baby.”

his voice and harsh thrusts are more than enough to throw you over the edge, stomach knots unraveling. you gush all over his big fingers, pussy pulsing as it’s doing its best to push his digits out, but he continues his ministrations to work you through your blinding orgasm.

feeling you cum may have been the best thing life has offered him.

“fuck, that’s it– are you okay? did that feel good?” he asks breathily, pulling out his fingers, a string of arousal connected to your hole following them out. he bites his lip at the sight, keeping a moan bottled up. he wants to taste you so bad… and the cum on his fingers taunt him.

you nod your head, still panting, “w-was so good, y-you’re really good… don’t usually cum that fast…”

“really?”

you shake your head, “t-told you that guys don’t really know what they’re doing most of the time.”

he shakes his head in disapproval, “well… you deserve the best.”

“... like you?” your heart races and the weed from earlier still lingers like a cloud over your brain. you look at him, the soft light from the moon illuminating his flawless skin. your eyes trail down his torso, eyes landing on the big bulge in his boxers again.

he chokes, masking the sound with a nervous chuckle, “me? i-i’m not…no.” your eyes widen, realizing you’ve completely misread him, feeling panic flood your body. you quickly shut your legs, arms coming to cover your bare chest.

he’s quick to notice that you’re starting to spiral, though, so he re-registers what you said and then what he said and his eyes widen, too. his words come out rushed as he attempts to do damage control. “no! not no, as in i don’t see you in that way, but no because you deserve the best and…”

“but… you are the best, ‘sol…” you tell him softly, hugging yourself tighter. “and before you say anything, the weed is wearing off– think you finger-fucked it out of me,” you joke to lighten the mood, but when you see he’s still frozen, you internally cringe at yourself, continuing. “i’m being serious. i’m in my right mind and i’m telling you that you’re the best because you are. you always have been.”

he shudders nervously, “Y/N… don’t.”

you frown at him, turning your head away to look at your window instead, mentally face-palming yourself. “did i make it awkward again?” you ask nervously. you don’t even wait for his response, continuing your anxious ramble. “can you just forget i said anything? and that i made you do this? i…i don’t wanna lose you– i never want to lose you.” you whisper. “you’re my best friend.”

he shakes his head incessantly as if he’s trying to tell you something with the simple action, but you aren’t even looking at him, so he takes a deep, shaky breath. “no, you didn’t make me do anything. i just mean don’t say things like that if you don’t really like me because i…” he trails off and you turn back to look at him, concerned by his sudden halt. “Y/N, i… like you. so much. i have for forever now, but you were always talking about soonyoung or cheol and then there was that whole thing with that pretentious art kid– minghao, i think– i dunno.”

what!?

you look at him incredulously, eyes wide and lips parted in genuine shock, “why didn’t you tell me…?”

he sighed, hands coming to rest on your thighs. “it seemed like i never really had a chance… you’re my best friend, too… and i didn’t want to lose you either.”

you sit up, exclaiming, “but you’ve liked me this entire time and i didn’t even know?!”

he gives you a small grin and a shrug, “what can i say? i’m discreet.”

you scoff, sitting in silence for a few seconds before opening your mouth again. with your voice meek, you say.“i wish you would’ve told me.” you inhale sharply, continuing to hug yourself tightly. “i like you, too, you know… i just didn’t think you liked me back so i tried to not like you– which is really hard, by the way, because you’re annoyingly pretty.”

“sorry, i’ll try to stop being so pretty.”

you playfully slap his bare chest, “i actually hate you so much.”

he jokingly sulks, placing a hand over where you hit him. “aw, baby, you just said you liked me.”

you shudder, body naturally leaning into him as your mind gravitates back to your not-so-innocent thoughts. “i do… and i’d like you a little more if you kept calling me that.”

his breath hitches as you get closer and closer, “yeah?”

“mhm…”

he whispers against your lips, a cheeky smile on his, “you’re such a baby.”

“you’re so mean,” you hum, letting your lips graze his. “am i not your baby?”

he rests his forehead against yours and looks into your eyes for any sign of playfulness. you seem to be serious so he asks, “is that what you want?” he’s nervous you can hear the way his heart is about to pound out of his chest.

“duh… idiot.”

“okay, cool.” he says nonchalantly even though he’s internally freaking out. “you’re my baby.”

your heart skips a beat and your cunt dampens again at the title, “okay, cool.” you parrot casually as if your heart wasn’t about to lurch out of your chest. “you can… kiss me. if you want…”

vernon utters a soft ‘right’ before finally closing the gap between the two of you. his lips mold to yours and you know for a fact that there is no one else on earth you’d want to kiss. his big hand comes to cup your cheek and you melt under the touch, mouth opening for him to slip his tongue into.

naturally, the kiss heats up and before long, you’re whining into his mouth, hand blindly reaching for his clothed cock. he groans the second you find the aching hard-on, nimble hands stroking him through his boxers.

“Y/N,” he pants breathily in between kisses. “are you… sure you wanna… do this?”

you think it’s sweet that he keeps checking on you, and sure, you’re still a bit fuzzy from the after-effects of the ‘green crack’, but you need him to give you what you want. so you nod, breaking from the kiss to lay back in your original position under him.

“please fuck me, baby,” you beg in the most sultry voice you can conjure up. when he stays frozen, you pout. “hansol, please.”

he curses, quickly getting his boxers off and revealing the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen. precum beads at the slit of his flushed tip and prominent veins run through the length. he’s so big, surely enough to have you see stars. you’re starting to feel grateful that he prepped you because his dick would have completely ruined you without it.

“‘s big.” you simply state, bottom lip finding sanctum in between your teeth as you gawk at it.

“you think so?” he gives you a wobbly smile, stomach-churning at the subtle praise. he moves in between your thighs and spreads you out for him. “is it okay?”

you blush, nodding your head, “mhm, don’t worry,” you tell him. “i’ll let you know if i need you to stop.”

he nods, huffing softly, “do you have any condoms?”

you chuckle breathily. “not for your size… but it’s okay, i’m clean and safe. you don’t need one. you can pull out if it makes you feel better.”

his throat runs dry– fuck, fuck, fuck. he’s fucking you raw?! how the hell is he supposed to last hitting it raw?! you were already tight around three of his fingers and he can’t even imagine how you’d feel wrapped around his cock.

he realizes he hasn’t replied in a few seconds when you say his name softly. he sees you growing restless under him and he apologizes and nods again dumbly.

he runs his tip through your folds, moaning when he finds you’re just as wet as you were earlier. he aligns himself with your leaky hole, slowly pushing himself inside of you with a groan to find that you’re still so fucking tight.

you’ve found that, despite vernon’s laid-back and chill personality, he’s quite loud in bed. he’s nothing like you expected and you’re pleasantly surprised.

when his cock slides in between your tight walls, the both of you are instantly a mess, panting and moaning in pleasure. your walls envelop him so snugly that you fear the thick veins that adorn his length will imprint into them.

“fuck, vernon.” you moan, praying the burn in your pussy melts to pleasure soon so he can fuck you the way you want it. the way you need it. . “your cock.”

he hisses, pushing in past the resistance. “you feel so good, baby, oh my god.” he grunts, head falling back at the way you hug him. “god, i’ve wanted this for so long– wanted you for so long.”

you cry, clenching around his girth because, god, you’ve wanted him, too.

when he finally bottoms out, you both pause to take erratic breaths, positively going feral over each other. he attempts to recollect himself and check up on you again. “are you–”

you don’t even let him finish, nodding your head vigorously. “yes, vernon, just need you to move, please.” you plead. “need you to fuck me– please, need it so fucking bad.”

you’re so needy for him and he knows it’s because of the last bit of weed that looms, but he can’t help but wonder if you’re like this on a normal day. if you’re always begging for a cock to fill you up. not that it would matter– he’d do anything you asked of him. you’re so fucking pretty to him and his brain is constantly yelling at him to cater to every single one of your wishes. the chokehold you have him in is so tight.

tight like your pretty cunt that’s now gracefully swallowing his cock with every thrust of his hips. your room is full of panting, moans, and the lewd squelch of your wet pussy taking him. it sounds better than any song he’s ever heard and, if he’s being completely transparent, he hopes to experience this for the rest of his life.

vernon unexpectedly comes down, craning his neck to latch his mouth around your nipples again, stimulating you there, too. you’re sure the position is a bit straining, but he doesn’t seem to mind as he moans loudly into your chest. his hand plays with the other nipple, switching every minute to give both of them love and attention all while his cock steadily rams in and out of you.

your hands tangle in his hair, smothering his face into your tits while he moans and whines some more into them.

and when he adjusts slightly and his tip hits that spot, the one that makes you crumble in seconds, a sob wracks through your entire body.

“there! shit, baby, right there, please.” you gasp, back arching into him.

vernon asks breathily, removing his face from the comfortable spot on your chest, “there? that’s it?”

and you nod, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace as you feel the pressure build-up at the bottom of your tummy. he continues to hit the spongy spot inside of you, bringing you closer and closer.

his own face is pinched and he can’t stop the soft whines that come out of his mouth. you just feel fucking amazing.

“a-are you close? i’m not gonna last long.” he pants out.

and you weakly sob out a reply of ‘yes,’ hand moving to toy with your swollen clit. the action immediately has the tightrope inside of you coming undone for the second time in the night. you mewl out his name, clamping around him tightly and coating his cock in slick cum.

it’s like a chain reaction that has vernon cursing and pulling his dick out of you. he eagerly fists at his cock, jerking himself off till he releases all over your puffy pussy. he’s moaning softly, prettily calling out your name. his heart pounds rapidly and his entire body twitches at the feeling of release.

his eyes finally open after a few seconds of trying to regulate his breathing. he sees the way your cunt is dressed in white and how you're slowly, but surely, coming down from both of your highs.

“hey,” he whispers.

“hi,” you mumble, eyes fluttering open. your hands reach for him and he can’t help but find you so cute. “c’mere.”

he smiles, leaning down to kiss you again. unlike your past few kisses, it’s soft and innocent. loving. he parts after a minute or so, hand moving to sweep the hair out of your face.

“are you sure you’re alright?” he whispers. “i feel kinda bad…”

“don’t, ‘sol, i wanted it. i’m really happy.” you tell him sincerely. “are you alright?”

he sighs, “i’m really happy, too… i just wish i would’ve taken you out on a date or something before… fucking you.”

you shake your head, “we did it kinda backwards, but, seriously, i’m just happy you’re here… happy that you’re mine.” he blushes, moving to hide his face in your neck while you giggle. “if you wanna, we can go on a date now?”

“where?” he mumbles into your neck.

“7/11– channie’s working so that means free big gulps and rollers… you know, since some of us can’t afford to eat real food because of their ‘job.’”

vernon scoffs, pulling his face out of your neck and giving you a stern look. “dude, it’s a real job–”

you laugh, effectively cutting him off. “okay, scammer– if it’s a real job, why are you always stealing my fucking weed instead of buying your own?”

“because weed is scarce these days and your bitch ass dealer hates me– why should i have to pay $20 for a gram when you only pay $5?” he nearly cries. “and, since we’re on the topic, i don’t like him. he’s too friendly with you.” that’s code for “he obviously wants to fuck you.”

“you’re jealous of cheol!”

he groans, rolling his eyes, a tiny pout appearing on his face, “so what if i am?”

you coo, “aw, baby,” hand coming to cup his blushy cheek. “you don’t have to worry about him,” you relay to him, voice laced with sincerity. “you’re the only one i want.”

he goes a little bug-eyed at your words before clearing his throat and nodding. “good. that’s good.”

you raise an eyebrow, “just good?”

“no… it’s great…” he mumbles cutely. “you’re also the only one i want.”

#vernon smut #hansol smut #vernon x reader #svt smut #seventeen smut

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rollinouttahere-writes · 3 months

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What about monsters au or maybe a fairy au

These have yandere themes to them from when this was supposed to be part of a Halloween event, but I decided to keep it that way because I like it. The first paragraph lightly explains what they are, the second is a reader-insert scenario.

Yandere Straw Hats Monster AU

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Monkey D. Luffy - Faerie

Luffy has some intense fae vibes in my humble opinion. He’s chaotic, marches to the beat of his own drum, and he’s prone to dragging people into lifelong friendships that they CANNOT escape from. Luffy finds other fae to be rather uppity, and he prefers the company of humans. They’re so funny and weird! Plus he likes their food. Luffy comes from a very powerful bloodline, though people tend to forget about this fact until it’s too late and they’ve already provoked him.

One day when you’re out foraging, you almost step inside a fairy ring. You count your lucky stars that you didn’t and turn to leave and give the ring a wide margin, but a voice comes from behind you. A faerie is casually sitting in the circle and asks if he could have some of your food. Not wanting to upset him, you toss the snacks you brought for the day to him. He all but demands that you come to visit him once in a while, and you’re forced to abide. Refusing would upset him, but agreeing and then not keeping your word would be even worse. Fortunately, as you continue to meet with him, you find him to be awfully kind and fun for a faerie. You begin to look forward to these meetings. When he asks one day if you’re his friend, it’s only natural for you to say yes. A big mistake, you would quickly come to realize. By agreeing that you’re his friend, you’ve unwittingly given him ownership of yourself. But it’s okay! You two will have lots of fun along with all of his other friends!

Roronoa Zoro - Werewolf/Barghest

Another case of vibes, Zoro just screams werewolf to me. The barghest is a monstrous black dog originating from English mythology, with some sources claiming that a wound inflicted by its claws will never heal. I’ve combined this creature with a werewolf to make it a bit more interesting. When Zoro transforms, he takes on a grotesque and massive wolf-like shape with green fur. He’s capable of standing on two legs, but walking on all four feels much more natural in this state.

Zoro is a renowned monster hunter, as well as a close colleague of yours. After working with him for years, it’s deeply concerning to you when he comes back from a mission only to seal himself away in his home and refuse to interact with anyone. You try to be patient with him, but as time goes on, you NEED to get to the bottom of what happened. He’s been holed up for over a month, so you figure that he must be leaving in the night to get food and water. As you’re lying in wait in a nearby shed, rather than seeing him leave, you hear crashing and yelling coming from his home. Without thinking, you rush in. You don’t know if he’s being attacked or what, but you can’t leave him to suffer. It takes some effort to break the door down, but you do. The home is in shambles. Furniture is ripped to shreds, holes have been punched in the walls, and there are claw marks everywhere. Your attention turns to the writhing mass of limbs and fur in the corner. The moonlight illuminates the room just enough for you to recognize the shade of green the fur is, and your heart falls into your stomach when the creature turns to look at you. There’s a scar over the left eye. Before you have a chance to process this gut wrenching information, he’s on you. As he’s snarling over you, you wonder if you’ll be able to bring yourself to kill your friend before he can kill you.

Nami - Kitsune

Kitsunes are highly intelligent, cunning, and mischievous. All of these traits fit Nami perfectly. She is still quite young for a kitsune and only has two tails so far. In order to make some easy money, she establishes herself at a shrine and demands tribute, primarily in the form of money, though she will also accept fine jewelry and kimonos.

The shrine she occupies happens to be the one your family cares for, making you her personal shrine maiden. Well, shrine maiden in training. In the beginning, you’re run ragged trying to accommodate such a demanding spirit. Once Nami is confident that you are a good match for her, she relaxes somewhat, but demands near constant attention. You’re unable to eat with your family because she wants you to eat with her instead. Opportunities to see friends are consistently shot down by her requesting that you brush her hair/fur for her or other mundane tasks. It was a little flattering at first to have a prestigious spirit favoring you, but it rapidly becomes draining. It isn’t truly your place to be asking her questions, but you do anyway. Why is she so dedicated to taking up every second of your time? You aren’t even a proper shrine maiden yet, doesn’t she want someone more experienced assisting her? Nami giggles at your inquiry and pets your head in a way that feels more than a little condescending. She explains that it only makes sense for her to be focused on you. Your initiation ceremony is coming up, and those play out like wedding ceremonies more or less. Of course she’s going to favor the person who is about to essentially be offered as a spouse to her.

Usopp - Drider/Anansi

Anansi is a popular figure in Akan mythology and is strongly associated with storytelling. He’s known for being a bit of a trickster, but also a hero and extremely cunning. I’ve combined this with a drider to make him more humanoid, but he is also capable of shapeshifting when he so pleases. Usopp has a reputation for being troublesome, but ultimately helpful. Sure, he drives the locals up the wall some days, but he’s willing to step up into a heroic role when necessary.

Usopp had been dwelling near your village for a while now, longer than he normally would. He just can’t help it though, you’re one of his favorite people to tell his tales to. You never question the validity of what he’s saying or roll your eyes, you just eagerly listen to his stories with a sparkle in your eyes the whole time. When he’s causing trouble, you take it on the chin and laugh it off. He falls fast and he falls hard. Slowly, he starts to incorporate scarier stories into his repertoire. To make sure that you fully believe what he’s telling you, he’ll shapeshift into various forms and lurk around just barely in the corner of your vision, only to flee when you whip around to investigate. When you vent to him about how frightened you’ve been as of late, he’s quick to offer a solution. Why don’t you come with him? He’ll bring you somewhere safe and keep all the monsters away from you. Doesn’t that sound perfect?

Sanji - Yaoguai

I bounced around with a lot of different monsters before eventually settling on this one. A yaoguai is a type of demon from Chinese mythology. Though technically, he’s only half-demon. His father was a god turned demon who was banished from Heaven by the Jade Emperor when he became too arrogant in his power and miserably failed in defending an important artifact. Ever since then, he has been desperate to regain his godhood and has resorted to trying to make supremely powerful warriors of his children. Their mother was a human who was forcibly taken and used in their creation. Sanji suffered a lot of cruelty for being the weakest of his siblings, with the only kindness he ever received being from his human mother (as well as a certain chef after he ran away from home). It’s unsurprising that he strongly prefers the company of humans to demons.

That also means that in his quest to find true love, he’s only looking at humans. Unlike his father, he desperately wants to have a loving, mutual relationship. He tries so hard, but his courtships always end the same way. Everything seems great in the beginning, they’re happy, they’re falling in love. The problem is that all of these begin with him taking on the appearance of a normal human. He wants to be open and honest with what he’s hoping will be the love of his life, so when it’s gotten serious and marriage is brought up, he reveals his true form. Every time, every single time, they scream and run away in horror. Sanji has lost track of how many times he’s been chased out of a village after doing this. He’s getting desperate. By the time he ventures into your town, he’s made up his mind to not tell the next person. At least not before the wedding. Even if you scream and cry and say that you hate him, he’ll make you stay with him long enough to see that he’s the same Sanji that you fell in love with even if he does look different now. He isn’t going to hurt or eat you, you just need some time to realize that. After you have, everything will be fine. At least so he hopes.

Tony Tony Chopper - Leshy (there are so many spellings I’m sorry if this isn’t the right one)

A Leshy is a type of guardian deity for forests from Slavic mythology. They rule over and protect their given forest, and their attitudes towards people imposing on it can really vary based on where the legends originate from and how the intruders act in the forest. They are able to take the form of anything in the forest and imitate woodland noises. It’s anyone’s guess how they will handle a human wandering into their domain. Maybe they’ll be lighthearted and playful, or maybe that person won’t ever be seen again. They’re very ambiguous. Chopper leans towards the more lighthearted side of things. He’s very shy towards most humans, but can become angry and lash out if they do something he doesn’t approve of.

Living right on the edge of a massive forest can certainly be nerve wracking, but you do your best to make it work. You did everything in your power to avoid potentially upsetting whatever Leshy is inhabiting the forest, and it seems your efforts worked… Perhaps a little too well. It started with seeing a bizarre deer-like creature amongst your livestock or outside your windows. Then you started hearing things. One day you could have sworn a terrible thunderstorm rolled in abruptly, only to dash outside and see nothing but clear skies. Eventually, the Leshy got bold enough to approach you directly. You knew you should have been distressed to have such a deity so close to you, but it was hard to be scared of such a small and cute creature. Chopper seems so youthful and childlike that you can’t help but grow fond of his little visits. Then he starts pushing for you to visit him. He has a home at the center of the forest and he desperately wants to show it to you. It couldn’t hurt to go just once, right?

Nico Robin - Harpy/Gamayun

The Gamayun is a prophetic bird with the head of a human woman from Russian mythology that is said to know literally everything and to spread prophecies and divine messages. Again, I’ve combined this with a Harpy for the sake of giving her a more humanoid form. While some people appreciate the endless knowledge Robin possesses, others fear and want to repress it. Robin can rarely stay in the same area for long without worrying about an attempt on her life.

It’s after an almost successful murder attempt that she meets you. One of her wings was shot, leaving her unable to fly away. When you suddenly appear and usher her into your home, she is highly suspicious of your intentions, but she goes along with it because she feels like she has no other option. Much to her surprise, you misguide the people hunting her and then tend to her wounds. As time goes by and she stays put while she’s still healing, she is shocked at how you never once ask her for information or prophecies. You’re being kind to her… because you want to? And you expect nothing in return? It’s unheard of for her. By the time she’s healed, she’s completely enraptured by you. She can’t go back to her perpetual solitude now that she’s gotten a taste of kinship. You must feel the same. You have to feel the same.

Franky - Talos

Talos was a giant bronze statue built by Hephaestus to guard the island of Crete in Greek mythology. His main job is to drive off pirates and other enemies by hurling boulders at them. For the sake of this AU, let’s say that rather than dying, he is simply subdued and ultimately lives. Franky feels lost and like a failure. He leaves Crete to set up shop on a new island where he takes it upon himself to take misfits under his wing. He doesn’t want other people to feel the way he does, so he does his best to take care of them and give them a sense of purpose.

Admittedly, you haven’t made the best decisions in life, that’s a given. Being a petty thief and general troublemaker is hardly anything to brag about, but it’s your life and you’ll do what you want. That is, until some giant bronze behemoth snatches you up and declares himself your mentor. He isn’t even giving great advice, it looks like he’s herding cats when he tries to get all of the local hellions to work together to better their lives. Unfortunately for you, not only can you not escape him, the others are buying into it and trying to drag you down with them.

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wisheslost · 6 months

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A most delightful first day.

Wherein you, a new nurse for the Fortress of Meropide, have quite the interesting meeting with the flirtatious Duke and Prison Warden, Wriothesley, only you find out much later he's the duke, and the interesting meeting unravels quickly into much more.

cws : fastburn? like the opposite of slowburn basically bc im impatient. violence, not described in detail but wriothesley gets injured pretty bad . if you find i should add more warnings please tell me

a/n : not beta read im sorry i abandoned this in the middle of writing then had the urge to come back. please tell me if theres any mistakes

wc : 3.2k

Now that all the trivial paperwork was out of the way and you were finally recognized as a nurse affiliated with the Fortress of Meropide, it was just the meeting with the Duke that was left. roaming around searching for him wasn't the best option— hell, it was probably the worst out of all of them. but what else were you supposed to do? ask someone? ...surely the Duke would send for you if you lingered here long enough no? but then again, you don't know what the duke was like, maybe he'd reprimand you for arriving late instead, so you thought to not take any risks, and simply ask the next person you see. it's your first day of work anyway, so it wouldn't be too bad to engage with people you'll be seeing on the daily now either.

Not soon after spotting a young man who seemed to have quite the height, a somewhat tan skin tone and seemed to be in possession of woah? a vision? in a place like this, was kind of a surprise to you. Nevertheless, you approached that man to ask of the duke's office, only for him to be the one to start conversation.

"Hey, you must be the new nurse, right? It's a pleasure to have you, I'm Wriothesley, D-"

"Could you please take me to the Duke 's office, wriothesley?" you didn't realise until it was too late that he was going to say something after,but since he didn't seem to mention it either, how about just move on?

A little chuckle managed to escape his lips, followed by a "Sure I can." to your question. On the way there to his office, he asked you an array of questions, like why you were here, what made you work here, yada yada, but most importantly, he said, "The Duke's honestly a menace. I wouldn't get too close to him if I were you." now, you won't lie to yourself, that did make you much more interested in that duke than you previously were.

And in no time did you reach the Duke's office. Wriothesley lead the way up the stairs of what seemed to be the most grand part of the fortress, asking if you want to have tea with him later after you're done talking to the duke, which you politely declined, not because you didn't like the man—he was quite fun, yes, but tea? that awfully bitter liquid isn't entering your body anytime soon. not with wriothesley, not even with the duke.

now here we are, up the stairs and finally near the, what you assumed to be, the Duke's desk. But the duke isn't there. on the desk nor anywhere near. up until Wriothesley sits down on his chair and speaks,

"Here is the Duke of the Fortress of Meropide,Wriothesley. Though i prefer if you called me 'Your Grace' instead, people here usually refer to me as such. Please, feel free to ask any questions you have, I have already asked mine."

Oh, OH—

"Oh sir i- Your Grace i am so very sorry!! Really i- That time.. I shouldn't have cut you off.. Again, im really sorry!"

While you're worried sick, Mister Wriothesley here, or rather His Grace, is laughing his ass off. Does he find joy seeing you like this? well, whatever. When his laughing fit finally ends, and he sighs "Oh dear", and hes now looking at you, waiting earnestly for you to speak and break the silence. Unfortunately for him.. you're far too indulged staring at that pretty face of his, not remembering you were just asked if you had any inquiries by him. and so his voice beams once more,

"So....? Any questions?"

"Oh. Sorry, I got distracted, wri- Your grace, I don't." you knew it was best to call him by what everyone else calls him by, but 'Wriothesley', though you spoke for very little time, just came out easier.

"Really? well, okay" his answer was quite non chalant, because obviously, why would he want to be asked questions anyway, but it didn't seem like him— "I'm honestly surprised you have nothing to ask about." and there it is.

"No really, I don't want to bother you anymore. I shall take my leave, Please, Have a good day your grace." you excused yourself out that awkward situation somehow, and soon after heard a faint "You're not a bother y'know!~" from his side.

Cut to 2 a.m. in the morning next day, and you're in the infirmary cleaning glass jars, while the Head Nurse is probably sleeping her time away in the overworld. Not that you were jealous, but really, no soul here gets injured that seriously *ever*,yet this one garde told you you still need to stay awake the whole night. However odd that was, it was definitely not odder than— you stopped thinking the instant you felt a pair of hands creeping up to your waist, scaring you into dropping that poor glass jar and shrieking for your life, only for the owner of those hands to shut you up with one of the very hands that was on your waist just a moment ago.

"Oh c'mon.. You're in a prison of all places. Should you not be the least bit aware of your surroundings? who knows what might happen any moment... I wouldn't like to lose my new nurse so quick." and detaching his hand from your mouth, not that that could garner a response from you... what did he mean by "his nurse" anyway ? was this an attempt at flirting ? whatever it was, it was not much of your concern right now, it was the fact his voice wasn't like the one you heard before on your way to the Duke's office, or even in there, instead now it had a fatigued intonation to it, a voice that practically screamed "i want to sleep.", almost... sultry in a way.

And so he sat down on one of the beds, taking you by the waist to sit down as well on the same while he made himself more comfortable and laid almost completely down, and spoke, "First day on the job and you're already breaking things and screaming in the middle of the night.. are you really fit for a prison?"

Obviously, you were not fully capable, definitely not as capable as Sigewinne, but still,having someone say something like that directly is quite discouraging. and so you retorted, "Your Grace, it is actually my 2nd day on the job. And also, i feel anyone, prison premise or not, would be scared to be suddenly caressed by cold hands at 2 in the night. Though mayhaps that's just my opinion."

"Ahh dear, you're so smart .. it's a shame i was merely joking, I know the fortress is not such a prison-ly place anyway, and most if not everyone is just trying to get by and make it to the end of their sentence peacefully. I was merely testing you." to which you only nodded, and spoke "Sure. Well.. why are you in here at such a late time anyway? From the looks of it you're not sick, and i dont see any injuries..."

"You want me sick and injured? aw c'mooon, dear, im not even that bad of a duke, am i?"

"Your grace, please don't be silly. Are you here because you feel sick or just to bother me?"

"Ha! after i said you weren't a bother! how disheartening... I was just curious why you were awake this time of the night, though. What's keeping you up so late? or should i say Who?"

"Am i not supposed to be?"

"Of course not dear, did someone tell you you do?"

"Ah.. uhm. Not really, just a mistake on my part.."

"Hm? One of the gardes didn't tell you your duty requires you to stay up all night?"

How he came to know about that was none of your concern right now, what he'd do about it mattered more. You didn't want some helpless garde to be scolded off by The Duke because you were stupid enough to believe him. Surely that's not going to make the people of meropide have a good impression of you? Amidst your train of thought, his voice interrupted—

"What? Don't want a garde scolded off because you believe it'll harm that reputation of yours? awh dear, how cute. just like your face." this nuisance of a man and his attempt at flirting was somehow worse than his constant teasing, and the fact he accurately guessed what you were thinking was completely overshadowed by that "dear" and "cute" he threw in in his sentence.

"Too flattered?" was his response to your speechlessness. Being honest, you were too flattered. I doubt even archons know why this man was so coyly talking to you, did he do this to everyone?

"I... am not sure how to respond to that." was all you could manage to put together in your flustered, confused, but flustered state.

"I can stop it, y'know. If you're not feeling comfortable, just tell me. Whether that be with my way of talking, or someone else's."

"No it's fine.. really- I don't have any problems."

"Oh? So you're enjoying this? Haha, didn't know i had such charm." saying this, he rose up he was laying on, to come face to face with you, still sitting on the bed, but now, his face a bit too close to yours.

"I'll stop bothering you now. Go to sleep, you're gonna need to stay awake tomorrow."

You didn't make much of that statement, and you simply bid him sweet dreams as he went off to, what you presume, to be his office. That is, until, tomorrow actually came by, and near evening, you were greeted by none other than The Duke himself leaning on the doorframe of the infirmary, who, instead of his usual state, was now in a much more... uh, ragged? state. His vest not even present, and half his shirt ripped away, with his fresh wounds on display along with his old scars. Ah.... and you thought the Pankration Ring didn't allow such incidents to take place. So that's why he told you you need to stay awake.

"Dear, I'm here again to bother you." came in his voice from the door, and you stood up in concern. As far as you were aware of, Pankration ring fights were not supposed to get this serious. So it was either outside of the ring, or maybe the duke was allowed to get more serious in the Pankration ring? That became less of your concern as you saw a drop of blood drip down his cheek from a fresh wound. Gods, he was in such a pathetic state, blood everywhere, vest barely intact.. "Hey, its not appropriate to stare at someone in this state, is it?" he said, making you suddenly aware to what you should be doing. You're a nurse here, you should be patching him up, not staring into his soul while he's standing there in pain. "Your grace- I- Please, come with me to the bed. Do you want help walking? Oh lord why am i asking- Forgive me, I'm so sorry-" and a chain of sorries followed as you wrapped your arm around his waist in your best attempt to provide support to his frame, as you walked over to the nearest bed in the infirmary with Wriothesley's arm on your shoulder, grabbing it for support, though maybe a bit too hard, you were sure, this would at the least leave a bruise.

Arriving to the bed, you sat him down and knelt down to take a few things out from a nearby drawer, bandage, antiseptic disinfectant and a pair of scissors. And Wriothesley had his eyes set on your figure the entire time, not that you had noticed.

When you came back to him, you had to get him to undress in order for you to wash away his wounds, and before you could think to form an appropriate sentence regarding that- your tongue had already mumbled out "Please undress." to that poor duke. Oh lord, this was going to be a long, looong day.

A smirk crept up Wriothesley's face as he looked up at you, "Dear, I'm not sure I can... 'tleast not in this state. Would you help me?" and so his sly little smile shifted to a more puppy eyed face, glancing at you oh so sweetly. "Yes, Your grace." and you started by first taking his tie off, "I'm being honest here, I'm not sure why i said that earlier. I apologise. It was definitely very.. stupid of me." were the words you spoke as you were unbuttoning his shirt— the last piece of clothing left. His vest was mostly torn apart, so you didn't need to unbutton it or even put much effort in taking it off. Wriothesley didn't respond to that. You knew, it was because you were right, he didn't say anything because it would make you feel worse, but silently, surely, he agreed. Or atleast that's what you thought. Now here he sat, his upper body completely rid of any clothing, the cold air hitting his wounds.

"I'll wash your wounds now." as you went back and forth between the infirmary's bathroom to get water, the process was a bit slower than should be.

"Shouldn't you take me to the bathroom? Would be faster, no?"

"It would, yes. But it would mean you would have to go there, you wouldn't like sitting on that tiny ass- I mean, very small stool in the bathroom, trust me. Would just be uncomfortable."

"Awh. Didn't know my nurse was so, so nice. Thank you dear."

You finally washed what seemed to be the last wound, and god was it big. On your way back to him from the bathroom, you thought you would finally ask, "By the way, Your grace... I've been meaning to ask— What's with the 'my nurse' ? I'm not only your nurse, you know. I am to tend to any person in this fortress." was the best you could express your curiosity as you applied antiseptic on his wounds, recieving a little wince from him along with the answer to your question, "Well- I said that only because you were taking care of me at that moment, so you'd be my nurse then, no?"

"That is true, yes, but then what about before that? Last night? And also, the use of 'dear', to my knowledge, you don't seem to use that language or rather i should say- that word for anyone around here. Unless of course I'd be wrong and would stand corrected."

"Oh you... I'll stop, if you wish. You could have told me before‐"

"No, no. I don't mind it at all. Just want to know. Do those words hold any weight to you or are you simply throwing them around?" you said as you took the bandage out it's paper packaging, rolling it around his wound, making him wince once more, this time squeezing your right thigh out of the urge to hold on to something.

"Fuck, Sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to-" was all he could manage to put together, and when you took his hand in yours to put it back on your right thigh, Lord, his expression was something to see. The way he looked at you so surprised yet so... lovingly? surely, not loving. But whatever it was, it was nice, to see him so in awe. You continued dressing his wounds as he stared at your face the whole time, and, from time to time, squeezed your thigh a bit. Not sure if it was from the pain, or just because he wanted to and could.

Done with dressing the last wound on his cheek, you got up and headed to a cabinet on the opposite side of the room. "That's all. I'll get you some pain relief medication for the internal bruising, just wait a bit. it's.. it's in here somewhere.." as you searched around the cabinet. "Ah! Here!"

You took the medication to Wriothesley, who was currently sitting upright on the bed, carrying along a glass of water. As you had poured the water in the glass, you heard him say something along the lines of "Don't break it again." with a light chuckle.

As you gave him his medicine and he swallowed it down, that was the last of your duties for now. "Anything else you want me to do?"

"Sit. Here" he said, patting on the space near him as he laid down on the bed. And so you sat, who were you to deny such a simple request?

It was pin drop silence for a while after that. Just you and him looking at each other. Well, up until he averted his gaze to your thigh, where you noticed his hand hovering over it. "May i .....?" and so you took his hand in yours, and it rested on your thigh.

Then you realized, he was on his side to face you, though he shouldn't be, one of his injuries was there, quite the big one at that, and it probably hurt like hell. "I don't think you should lie on your side. Your wound.. is it not paining?" He got up then, sitting upright, though now, your faces were a bit too close, and your noses touching slightly."Then, dear, do you want me to sit like this?" You were too flustered to manage a response for that. Both of your faces were so close– too close, actually that you could feel his warm breath, that, by the way, smelled of Earl Grey Tea, and that scent seemed to mix with the antiseptic's.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" You somehow couldn't reply to that either, and only stared into his eyes, and occasionally catch a glance at his lips.

"Can't speak already huh? I haven't even kissed you yet."

"K-kiss me??"

"Sure." and so he leans in, planting in a peck on your lips and caressing your chin with, what was currently, his good hand, as in it had way less injuries than the other.

"Satisfactory?" was all he asked, that smirk back on his face, and "Not.. really" in a low voice was all you could manage after that.

"Then show me what would be more satisfactory."

"This." and what followed was by far the boldest you had ever been in your life, and good lord, it was infront of- not even infront of, to your new, and well, the only boss you've had.

But damn did his lips on yours feel so good, and his slight biting, his hand tugging at your nape made you feel like you were dreaming. Unfortunately though, even dreams come to end.

When your lips separated, he was a exhilarated but exhausted mess, his chest heaving as his fought to breathe, and so were you, and all you both could do was stare at each other, until he leaned in once again to kiss you. This time, in a satisfactory way.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, for you two, this was about to escalate much further than just that satisfaction.

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mayajadewrites · 2 months

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I Wish I Hated You

summary: You don't do second chances. Especially after you gave your heart to Levi Ackerman, and he decided to throw it away so the next person has to repair the damage. Will Levi put his ego aside and finally admit his feelings for you are far deeper than you imagined? Or is a second chance out of the question?

warnings: eventual smut, this is a slow burn

ao3

C H A P T E R T W O: R E D

You watch Levi walk through the door with Erwin following closely behind. Erwin immediately spots you and mouths 'sorry' before holding up his phone to signal that he's going to text you.

Levi doesn't make eye contact with you but he knows you're there. He walks up to the bar and orders two whiskey drinks for himself and Erwin.

You feel your phone vibrate in your back pocket, assuming it's a message from Erwin.

Erwin: He insisted on coming here. I didn't want him to come alone and do something stupid.

You: Did Hange tell him I would be here?

Erwin: Not sure. He might've heard her talking to you though. She's awfully load.

You: Of course.

"Hange, I'm gonna need you to start being more self aware." You sigh. Hange tilts her head to the side and looks at you before following your eyes and turning around to see Levi.

"Fuck, I'm sorry! I didn't think I was talking that loud!"

"It's okay. We're bound to run into each other at some point or another." You take a sip of your drink, letting the liquid slide down your throat. "I need another."

"It's on me." Hange stands up and orders another round at the bar. She stands next to Levi as she waits for the drinks, pushing on his shoulder. He's wearing a grey henley with black jeans and black boots. You can't hear what's being said, but you see Levi's eyes dart away from Hange's.

"Here you go!!" Hange danced as she brought the drinks back. "Man, your ex is a dick." She sipped her beer.

"You're telling me. Cheers to me for not being with him anymore!" You clink your glasses, receiving a glare from Levi.

His slate colored eyes finally met yours. One of his eyebrows were raised as he sipped his drink, holding your gaze. You can't help but stare into his eyes - the eyes you woke up to most mornings, the ones that observed you so closely that he knew exactly what to do to make you go crazy.

You chug your 4th drink, wiping some excess liquid off your lips. Your head feels like it's spinning, which means it's time to stop drinking because it'll only get worse from here.

Erwin comes over and says hi verbally, giving you a hug. "I'm sorry about this again. He's been in such a mood today."

Your eyes fall to Levi again, this time he's already staring at you. Your heart feels like it's skipping several beats as he gets up from the barstool, seemingly coming your way.

"Levi, go away." Hange waves her hand. "You want to cause more damage? She's having fun."

"She's drunk." Levi said flatly, examining your face. "You see her cheeks? They're a shade before red. She needs to go home."

"You have no authority over her anymore, Levi." Hange's tone turned serious. "She's not yours."

Levi didn't respond. He kept his eyes on you as you looked back and forth between him, Hange, and Erwin.

"I'm fine." You finally speak, sipping on the water Hange brought for you. "I'm gonna uber home once Hange and I are done."

"No, I'm gonna drive you home." Levi pulled a chair to your table.

"I'd rather walk home." You turn your head away from him. "I'll call a ride."

"From who? What's his name?"

"Why do you assume it's a man? I was talking about calling Mikasa. I'll take any other Ackerman to drive me home other than you."

Erwin could not help but laugh when you said that. He patted Levi on the back, shaking his head. "Levi what am I gonna do with you." He says between laughs.

"The only Ackerman that will be driving you home is me." Levi ignores Erwin. "I'll make sure no one else can pick you up."

"You're insane." You finally look at him, which was a mistake. Your heart almost melts at the sight. "Fine. If it'll make you shut up, you can drive me home."

Levi is content with that answer. He starts a conversation about something else for a bit, occasionally watching you. Soon Erwin pays the tab because he feels so bad about Levi.

"Next time I'll text you for drinks." Hange hugs you. "Small fry, please get her home safe. I don't want to hear anything crazy tomorrow."

"I'm always safe. Thanks for your concern, four eyes." Levi holds his hand out for you to take to get up from your seat.

"Absolutely not." You slap his hand away. "This is a ride. Because I'm drunk and can barely see my phone screen." You stand up slowly. "Just take me to your car."

Levi walks in front of you to his car and opens the passenger door for you. You refused to take a step until he gets in the drivers seat.

"Come on, stop being stubborn." Levi rolls his eyes.

"Sit in your seat then I'll sit in mine."

"Even when you're obliterated you're hard headed." Levi went to his side and got into the drivers seat. You climb into the passenger seat, buckling your seatbelt and closing your eyes. Your apartment isn't too far from the bar, so this won't be too torturous - being in a car with Levi.

You turn your gaze to him and watch him drive. He has one hand on the steering wheel, the other one tapping his leg almost nervously. His face looks stone cold.

"Thanks." You open your door and get out of he car. "I'll have Hange bring me to my car tomorrow."

"I'm helping you inside." Levi turns the ignition off and stands next to you outside.

"I don't need anything from you. Especially your help." You fish through your purse for your keys. You can barely tell which is which but you will.

"I need to make sure you don't die in there. I don't want you to choke on your own vomit."

"That was one time." You rolled your eyes, walking with Levi to your front door.

He uses his key to unlock your door before sliding it back in his pocket.

"I'm gonna need that back." You look at him before walking in.

Levi doesn't answer, he just walks into your home. He grabs a bottled water from the fridge and some medicine from the cabinet. "Go change."

You don't have the energy to say anything back. You go in your room and put on one of your favorite baggy tshirts that covers your ass, so you don't need to put pants on. You pull your hair into a messy bun and you pad to the living room and grab the water from him.

"I'm good now. You can leave."

"I'm staying and taking you to your car tomorrow."

"Levi, can you please leave me alone?" You throw your head back. "I've thought about you every fucking second of this last month. I don't need to see you in my house."

Levi sighs and sits on the couch. "I'll leave once you fall asleep." He looks down, interlacing his fingers together.

"Levi." You sigh. You watch as he looks up at you, his eyes look... sad. Unfortunately for you, you possess empathy. "Fine." You turn around and walk into your room and take a sip of the water. Once you get in bed, the room feels like it's spinning and you close your eyes to stabilize yourself. Then, you doze off.

You feel a warm hand on your cheek but you refused to act like your felt it. A thumb moved across your cheek to your hair, tucking a piece behind your ear. Then the hand was gone and you heard your bedroom door close, and then your front door.

When you wake up, it's noon. Good thing you're off today.

Your head is pounding but not as bad as it could be. You take a sip of the water thats on your nightstand and stretch your upper body.

After you brush your teeth and hair, you make your way to your kitchen to make a quick lunch. You see a cup of iced coffee and a bagel on your counter along with a note.

Your favorite hangover meal.

Levi

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xomakara · 5 months

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Strip Poker

SUMMARY | Hendery has been eyeing you for quite awhile and when your mutual friends decide on a game of strip poker, Hendery is in it to win it. His prize: you. PAIRINGS | Hendery/Fem!Reader GENRE | smut, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, oral (female receiving), fluff RATING | Mature LENGTH | 4,310 words AUTHOR’S NOTE | I hope this turned out okay!

"I have the perfect game to play for Game Night!" Linda, your roommate and best friend in all things chaotic, clapped her hands in front of her as she looked at you and the guys. Johnny was standing next to her, his cheeks awfully red, traces of lipstick at the corner of his mouth.

"So?" Doyoung asked, eyeing the woman curiously. "Are you gonna tell us, Linda?"

Linda smiled and tugged on Johnny's collar. "Why don't we play Strip Poker?"

The rest of your friends looked at Linda and blinked. Thinking among themselves, the guys all thought it was the best game that Linda ever proposed, having wanted to see everyone get naked.

Particularly to see you naked.

Hendery smiled, slung an arm around you and pulled you close. "I'm game."

"You're crazy, woman." You shot Linda a look and when she caught your eyes, she let out a wide smile.

"Oh c'mon Y/N. It'll be fun!" She dragged you to the living room with her, looking forward to the outcome of this game.

You were pretty sure it would lead to something very sexy… especially since Hendery seemed like he was interested in your nudity, even though he hid it really well. The only time you saw him stare at your boobs was when you wore dresses that showed them off. If you wanted to play strip poker, it would mean revealing some skin yourself.

"I'm determined to get Linda naked." Taeyong joked, playing on his phone and watching what was going on in the living room.

"Jokes on you," Johnny began to tease Taeyong. "My girlfriend is pretty good at poker."

"That I am!" Linda kissed Johnny's cheek before sliding into his lap and beginning to shuffle the cards.

You watched as your friend expertly dealt each of the players their first hand. Once she was done, she picked up her own deck of cards and began to deal again. With Linda sitting comfortably on Johnny's lap, he grabbed the back of her neck to pull her lips against his. Your jaw dropped, stunned by the sudden intimate moment. But you quickly shook your head, trying to calm down. Maybe if you tried not to watch, you wouldn't end up blushing.

But how could you? That kiss was so beautiful and intimate. He even took a second to stroke her hair with one hand. It made you feel jealous; the way he looked after her and paid attention to her instead of being selfish and just thinking about himself.

Still, it didn't stop you from blushing. Instead of joining the eager participants of the game, you decided to stand beside Jeno, whose arms were crossed over his chest, pretending not to be staring at Linda and Johnny. For now, you focused on watching the others play the game, but every once in a while you found yourself staring at Hendery. When he noticed your gaze, he stared back.

You looked away, Jeno raising his eyebrows as he looked between you two. "What are you doing?"

You couldn't help but smirk. "I was staring because he was staring."

He laughed and nudged you with his shoulder. "Do you know who you're talking to? If I was Hendery, you'd already be in trouble."

You rolled your eyes and playfully nudged your friend back. "Yeah yeah, you big hunk o' manliness. Anyway, I don't think he likes me, y'know. Like… that way."

Jeno chuckled and raised an eyebrow. "I don't know, maybe you're just giving him the wrong signals."

You gave Jeno a doubtful look. How could you possibly give anyone the wrong signals? You hadn't dated anyone since you broke up with your ex-boyfriend in college and it had been almost three years since then. He continued, making a face at you. "You're always like: 'Oh yeah, I'm single.' But then the minute someone starts flirting with you, you act super cold and distant. Just admit it, Y/N, you're afraid he's gonna take advantage of you."

"Ya! Lee Jeno," You scoffed. "Of course I'm not afraid of him taking advantage of me! I'm not his type anyway. And besides…"

"And besides what?"

"Well," You paused. What could you say? Your relationship with Hendery was nothing like what you thought it would be. Sure, you knew he wasn't dating anyone else. But that didn't mean anything. Plenty of people weren't dating anyone.

It wasn't until recently that you realized that you actually enjoyed spending time with him. You liked hanging out with him. You felt comfortable around him. So maybe… Maybe you could let your guard down a little and go on a date or two with him. Even if you never developed feelings for him. Maybe you just needed to spend more time getting to know him.

"Besides…" you started hesitantly. "It doesn't matter."

"Fine fine, I'll stop asking." Jeno rolled his eyes at you. "You know he thinks you're cute, right?"

Your heart stopped beating for a few seconds. Could it be true? Was Hendery finding you attractive? You looked at him, noticing how he kept glancing over to where you were sitting. There were a few times when his glance lingered longer than necessary. He also seemed really interested in everything that was happening. Every word you said, every move you made. As soon as you saw him watching you, you turned your head and pretended to be looking somewhere else. He seemed to be pretty much observing you from afar, like he was taking mental notes. Then again, you thought that Hendery liked observing other people… that might explain why he was so interested in you.

That or maybe he had a crush on you.

"Are you done trying to make me feel insecure yet?" You scolded Jeno. "Because I really can't handle any more pressure today."

"Aw come on," Jeno pouted. "Can't you just accept the fact that he's starting to fancy you? Or is that impossible too?"

"Fine!" You threw up your hands and rubbed your forehead. "I guess I'm fine with whatever happens. Just don't tell Linda, okay? I don't need to hear her pressuring me about my love life. I don't want to deal with any of that."

"Who knows," Jeno mused. "Maybe this time, she won't try and set you up with anyone. Maybe this time, you'll end up going on a date with Hendery."

"Shut up," you muttered under your breath.

Jeno laughed, leaning closer to you and putting his arm around your shoulders. "See? That's the spirit!"

"Alright, who's joining for round two?!" Linda shouted from across the room, waving her arms in the air and looking extremely happy. She loved game night. She loved getting together with friends. She especially loved seeing how far they would go in order to win. "Y/N! Jeno! Quit your gabbing and come play!"

"Fine, fine!" You called out, making your way to the circle of buzzed friends. You decided to sit across from Hendery and squeezed yourself in between Renjun and Mark. “I hate you all.”

"Fuck you all!" You shouted, pulling off your shirt. You crossed your arms over your chest and the single men in the room couldn't help but stare at your breasts that threatened to spill from your lacy bra. "How could I lose this hand?! This is complete and utter fuckery! It's not fair!"

"Shit," Renjun frowned as he lifted his shirt over his head, also losing his hand.

"Boom goes the dynamite!" Johnny shouted, throwing his card down on the table and grinning from ear to ear. "Johnny wins! And still fully clothed!"

"Damn it!" Doyoung cursed as he tossed his card on the floor and peeled off his shirt. "How the hell is Johnny and Linda so good at poker?"

"This isn't fair," Mark complained, taking his shirt off and crossing his arms over his chest. "This game is rigged!"

"I second that!" Ten groaned out, joining the crowd that took their shirts off. "Linda and Johnny has to be cheating!"

Everyone glared at Linda and Johnny. Who else would they suspect?

"You know what?" Hendery snapped, throwing his card down on the table and yanking off his shirt. "I don't think I can take this anymore."

"Why?" Taeyong wiggled his eyebrows, from the couch, as he sat this round out. "Are you getting distracted? Is seeing Y/N's boobs distracting for you?"

Hendery grinned wickedly at Taeyong. "Yes. Yes it is."

"If you're going to pop a boner," Johnny teased, causing you to roll your eyes. "At least do it somewhere else."

"And take Y/N with you!" Jeno called out teasingly. You let out a groan and buried your face in your hands. It was becoming increasingly obvious that Jeno would be mocking you for the rest of the night. You hoped that he would stop once he got tired of it, but judging from his amused expression, he probably wouldn't.

"It's getting hot in here." Linda looked between you and Hendery. She grabbed Johnny's arm. "Hey babe, let's go grab a drink."

Before Johnny could protest, he was scooped up and pulled away, leaving you with Hendery and the other guys. Mark looked at the group and while you weren’t looking, gestured to the others that they should leave you and Hendery alone. They exchanged looks before nodding their heads and leaving the room, leaving you alone with the one guy who couldn't keep his eyes off you.

"And then there were two." Hendery commented as he put his shirt back on. His eyes trailed up and down your body, stopping briefly at your breasts as you put your shirt back on.

"Why did I have a feeling that they were going to leave us alone the whole time?” You smoothed your shirt down. “And what’s with that weird smile, Hendery?”

Hendery smirked as he leaned forward towards you. His mouth was a mere inch away from yours. “What do you want me to do? Keep acting friendly and nice to you? Not flirt with you? Not notice how pretty you are? Because I can’t seem to help myself. I can’t control myself around you.”

You swallowed hard, fighting back the urge to close the gap between you. "How do you expect me to behave when you've been staring at me all night? It makes it really hard to act normal around you."

"So you're telling me that you can't pretend that we're not attracted to each other either?" Hendery pressed.

"That's not—" You cleared your throat. You really wanted to lie to him, but then again… what harm could it cause? "It’s not like I don’t like you, you know. You're really funny and kind and a great friend. I like hanging out with you."

"You're trying to change the subject," Hendery pointed out.

"No," You shook your head. "It's just…"

You paused, looking away from him. You didn't want to say the words out loud. You didn't want to admit that there was something between you two. You certainly didn't want to admit that you liked him. You thought about saying that you weren't sure whether you wanted to pursue a romantic relationship with him or not, but quickly realized that wouldn't work. He'd definitely think you were lying.

"Is there anything that I can do to prove that I'm worth dating?" Hendery asked softly, reaching out and caressing your cheek. His thumb grazed along your jawline.

You closed your eyes and let his touch linger against your skin. It was sweet, tender and comforting. You tried to imagine what it would be like if he were kissing you. If he were holding you in his arms. Holding you and whispering sweet things into your ears.

He brushed his thumb over your lips, drawing your attention to them. For a moment, you forgot that you were talking to him.

"You don't need to prove anything to me," you whispered back. "You're already worth it."

Hendery let out a small sigh, his hands slipped down and clutched onto your hips. "So are you saying that you want to see where this goes?"

"Maybe," you replied softly.

The way you looked at him caused his heart to skip a beat. His stomach felt all squishy inside. His chest felt tight. He swallowed nervously and nodded his head slowly. He didn't understand why, but whenever you looked at him like that, it always felt like the temperature in the room suddenly went up ten degrees. His heart fluttered as he watched you. His body became filled with energy and excitement as he imagined how your lips would feel against his.

His mind was suddenly full of fantasies about what it would be like to kiss you. What it would be like to hold you in his arms. What it would be like to wake up next to you in the morning.

He swallowed hard and reached out to cup your cheek. He moved his fingers down your neck and shoulder, causing goosebumps to form on your skin.

"Y/N," he breathed out, his voice cracking slightly. "You have no idea how badly I want to kiss you."

"Yeah?" You raised an eyebrow at him, silently daring him to continue.

He grinned and gently tugged on your bottom lip. "Yeah."

"Well, what do you want me to do?" You asked, arching your brows.

Hendery leaned in closer to you, keeping eye contact with you as he spoke. "You tell me."

"I don't know…" You ran your finger along his jawline. "Do you want me to stop you? To push you away?"

"Hell no," Hendery laughed. "I want you to kiss me."

You couldn’t help but close the gap between you and lightly brush your lips against his.

Hendery immediately kissed you back, pressing his tongue into your mouth.

As your lips met his, the electricity between you both surged. It flowed through your bodies and sparked a fire within you. Your lips parted slightly, allowing him access to your mouth. He eagerly pressed his tongue against yours. You moaned as your entire body began to heat up. The way he smelled and tasted, everything was just perfect.

Every part of him felt right and natural.

When you finally pulled away from him, Hendery had his hand wrapped around the back of your neck, staring deeply into your eyes. He gently bit his lip, his eyes locked onto yours.

“How do you feel about taking this somewhere else?” You whispered. “Like my bedroom?”

Hendery smiled and nodded his head. “Lead the way.”

You woke up the next morning feeling content. The events from last night seemed like nothing more than a dream. Sure, your body felt sore from being tangled in Hendery's arms all night long, but in a good way. You stared at his sleeping face for a few moments, wondering how anyone could look so beautiful while still being asleep.

Hendery opened his eyes, letting out a soft smile when he saw you. "Good morning, beautiful."

"Mmm, morning handsome," you hummed.

Hendery leaned over and pecked your lips. You smiled as he ran his fingers through your hair. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," you lied.

"You've been smiling for the past five minutes," Hendery noted.

You laughed. "Just thinking about last night."

"Oh?" Hendery cocked his head to the side curiously. "About what?"

"Us," you sighed, placing a hand on his chest. "Last night… That was amazing."

Hendery grinned widely. "It was amazing, wasn't it?"

"Mmhm." You smiled wider. "It was exactly what I needed."

"You deserved it."

You laughed as you playfully punched his shoulder. "Are you done talking now? I'm ready to get out of bed."

"Only if you give me a kiss first," Hendery offered.

You rolled your eyes and pushed him playfully, causing him to fall backwards. "Get back up."

Hendery chuckled as he scrambled to his feet. Once he was standing upright, he swooped in and gave you another kiss. As you were kissing him, he brought his hands to your cheeks and held you in place.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he whispered.

"Of course I am," you whispered back, burying your nose in his neck. You loved the smell of him. It made you weak in the knees. "You better believe that I'll never forget what happened last night."

"I know you won't," Hendery replied, bringing his hands to your waist. He nuzzled his face into your hair. He trailed his fingers up your thighs until he reached your bare core. He gently rubbed his thumbs over your lower lips, causing you to gasp softly. You shivered as he brushed his fingers across your clit.

"Hendery…” you pushed at him softly. “I think Linda might be home. We should… maybe finish this later."

“It didn’t stop us last night when we fucked.” He looked up at you sheepishly, his eyes meeting yours. "I don't want to wait any longer."

“It was loud and everyone was drunk last night.” You licked your lips nervously. "It’s morning now and we really shouldn't."

"I know." Hendery frowned. "But I really need you, Y/N. I'm willing to risk her finding us. Are you willing to take the chance?"

You gulped. "I don't know…"

Hendery took a deep breath and lowered his head. "If you say no, I swear that I will go downstairs and make breakfast for everyone that's still here and wait until they leave."

"That doesn't sound like a bad plan." You let out a laugh as you cupped his cheek. "But fuck it. My door is locked anyway."

"See?" Hendery nodded proudly. "Perfect."

You returned the gesture by pulling him into a deep kiss. He groaned loudly when you slid your tongue into his mouth. He continued trailing his fingers along your inner thigh as you pushed him further onto the bed. His body sank into the mattress, but his fingers remained focused on your naked skin. Within a matter of seconds, he had flipped you onto your back. You giggled as he pinned you down beneath him. His hands gripped your hips tightly as he pressed himself between your legs.

You stared up at him, panting heavily. He slowly brought his lips to yours once more, this time giving you a deep kiss. The pressure of his tongue against yours ignited a fire inside of you. When he slid his hands up your body, you gasped as he grasped onto your bare breasts.

"Fuck," he groaned as he squeezed your breasts roughly. "These tits are perfect."

"Mmmm…" You moaned, letting out a tiny moan as he pinched your nipples roughly. You ran your fingers through his dark hair as you continued moaning. You knew he could hear your pleasure because his moans grew louder too.

"Goddamn," he growled, lowering his head and sucking one of your erect nipples into his mouth. He used his teeth to gently bite down on your sensitive flesh. You moaned louder, pushing your body harder against his face. He released the nipple from his mouth and brought his head up.

"Shh…" he said, lowering his head to you once more.

"Don't stop," you whimpered.

"Trust me, I'm going to make you come as many times as possible," he promised, capturing one of your swollen nipples between his lips. You cried out loudly when he sucked on it, sending electric shocks through your entire body.

"Fuck," he groaned again, squeezing your other breast and swirling his tongue around it. "God damn."

You grabbed onto the sheets underneath you as he worked his magic on your sensitive nipples. His skilled fingers slid up and down your wet pussy, causing you to moan even louder.

"Oh fuck," you moaned, pushing your hips towards his hand. "Please… don't stop."

Hendery pulled his mouth off of your nipple and looked at you. You gazed back at him lustfully, your eyes glazed over. "Tell me what you want, Y/N."

"Hendery… please, I can't take much more."

"Please what?" he asked, still rubbing his fingers along your throbbing clit.

"Lick my cunt, lick my pussy."

"I love the way you talk," he whispered. "You turn me on so much."

You wiggled your hips towards him as he lowered his mouth to your exposed sex. You could feel his hot breath against your clit as he exhaled loudly. "So wet… so fucking wet…"

"Mmmm…" he hummed, swirling his tongue around your clit before moving up and sucking on it. "Is this what you wanted?"

"Yes!" You cried out, bucking your hips violently against his face. "Hendery, yes! Please!"

"Please what?" he repeated, licking at your slit again.

"Make me cum… make me cum, Hendery."

Hendery hummed softly, his mouth completely surrounding your clit. You could feel his warm breath against your flesh as he repeatedly sucked on it. It sent shockwaves throughout your body, leaving you shaking uncontrollably. Before you knew it, you came, flooding his face with your juices.

You arched your back as you rode out your orgasm. You could feel every muscle in your body tense up as wave after wave of pleasure rushed through you.

"Ahhhh…" you panted. "God, that feels amazing."

Hendery licked your wet folds one last time before he sat up and grinned at you. "Let me show you how amazing I can make you feel."

"Oh yeah?" You ran your fingers through his messy hair. "And how do you plan on doing that?"

Hendery smirked at you, leaning down and nibbling on your earlobe. "There's only one way to find out."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and passionately kissed him. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," he smiled. He positioned himself in between your legs. His cock rubbed against your swollen folds as he moved his hips forward. You instantly felt the warmth of his thick member against your entrance.

"Fuck," he moaned, pushing slowly into you.

"Fuck…" you groaned.

Hendery started slowly sliding his cock in and out of you, teasing you with every single thrust. You tried to move yourself, but Hendery held you firmly in place.

"You know, you're so tight," he said. "It makes it hard to hold back."

"Do whatever you want," you groaned. "Just fuck me already."

"All right," he smirked, grabbing your ass with both hands and plunging deeper into you.

You groaned as his cock buried itself inside of you, stretching you to the limit. "God damn," you whimpered. "Fuck."

"I can tell that you're enjoying this," he grunted, pounding into you roughly.

"Oh yeah," you cried out. "Faster, Hendery. Faster."

"Take it, Y/N," he encouraged. "Take everything that I have to offer."

"Please, oh god, just keep going," you begged. "Keep fucking me, please."

He did just that. He picked up the pace, thrusting himself into you as fast as he could. Each stroke left you gasping for air. The intensity was almost unbearable.

You dug your nails into his shoulders, desperately clinging onto him. The friction of his cock within you was making you feel things you'd never felt before. Things that felt absolutely incredible.

"Fuck… I'm coming, Y/N," he cried out, his voice filled with passion.

The feeling of his release inside of you caused you to experience an intense orgasm of your own. Your walls clenched around his cock, milking him dry as you screamed out his name.

After what seemed like hours, Hendery finally collapsed on top of you. He placed kisses all over your face as he continued caressing your body.

"You're amazing," he murmured into your ear. "I've never met anyone who can make me feel the way that you do."

"Really?" you asked, turning your head to look at him.

He smiled at you, resting his forehead against yours. "Yes, really. You are amazing."

Your heart skipped a beat as he leaned in to kiss you. "Thank you," you whispered.

"No, thank you." He kissed you once more before standing up and retrieving his clothes. "Now I’m scared of leaving your bedroom. Who knows who’s out there?”

You laughed, throwing on some clothes. “No doubt Linda and Johnny. Maybe a few of the others that got drunk and didn’t go home.”

Hendery let out a sigh, before opening your door. “And let the teasing begin.”

You and Hendery walked into the kitchen to catch a few pairs of eyes staring at you. Linda let out a small laugh, slapping Johnny’s arm as he nodded his head. Renjun was nursing a hangover with a cup of coffee, Mark next to him with a surprised face. Jeno grinned and wiggled his eyebrows, happy that his two friends got together.

“Sooooo…” Jeno broke the silence, looking at you and Hendery. “What’s the verdict between you two?”

“What’s the point of asking when we know they’ve fucked all night long?” Renjun shook his head, a small smile on his face. “Take care of her, Hendery. We’ll kick your ass if you hurt her.”

Hendery looked down at you softly. “I’d never hurt her. Y/N’s always been special to me.”

“Awhhhh!” Linda cooed. She slapped Johnny’s arm. “I told you that they’d get together eventually! I’m so glad I suggested strip poker last night.”

“I’m glad you did too,” Jeno nodded his head. “They finally did it.”

“Not gonna ask how the night went,” Johnny said, as he looked at you. “But next time, have sex at Hendery’s place.”

Mark laughed. “Like you’re one to talk, Johnny. You and Linda are loud too.”

“Hey now, we’re not that bad!” Linda exclaimed, Johnny laughing next to her. Your friend sent you a smile and you could tell that she was honestly happy for you. “But really, I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks,” you smiled, looking up at the man next to you. “I’m happy for us too.”

Hendery placed a soft kiss on your cheek. “As am I.”

#nct #nct stories #nct fanfic #nct imagines #nct smut #wayv #hendery #nct hendery #hendery smut #wayv hendery

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foolofatook001 · 6 months

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woooo hermit horrors week! excited for this one :D

Day One - Season 8/Game Mechanics

cw mind control, temporary character death

Zedaph has never really had a hard time talking anyone into doing something for him. He’s a very persuasive kind of guy, when it comes down to it, and of course the other hermits are always so very helpful, so it doesn’t take much to convince them into whatever scheme he’s cooked up lately.

This really comes in helpful for this season, especially now that his chamber is ready for live hermit experimentation. His first subject is Tango, and it’s an easy job getting him into the chamber— just a little word in his ear, a mere suggestion, really (and a directive to sign the waiver, before they begin), and they’re ready to go. Tango is always so willing to help him out with these science experiments, it’s really very kind of him. It’s one of the reasons why they’re such good friends.

He has to be careful when the subject is actually in the chamber, though— he doesn’t want to taint the experiment. Each solution to the task set before them has to come from the subject’s own pure brain, without any hints or nudges from him. But Zedaph has lots of experience, and the push-to-talk intercom system certainly helps him be a little more deliberate when he speaks.

He gets lots of interesting results from Tango, and sends him on his way with a casual Go ahead and toss yourself in the lava there, sending him up to the bed to respawn and exit.

It’s a few weeks before the chamber is properly reset and cleaned out, and by that time Zedaph has landed on Bdoubleo as the next subject. Bdubs is not as used to helping Zedaph in the lab as Tango is, but a few choice words set him on the right track, and by the end of the session, he is performing marvelously. The results are absolutely incomprehensible, but the process was so very fun that he sends Bdubs off with a suggestion planted in his mind— Just something to think about, but— come back to the lab sometime soon. For some follow-up tests, of course.

Bdubs says he definitely will. Zedaph is very happy that Bdoubleo has discovered such an interest in science. He checks the “willing to return” box on the subject information sheet.

The next subject is Beef, and Beef is such a character in of himself that Zedaph doesn’t even really need to tell him what to do— he’s content to observe through the soundproof glass as Beef goes through the various tasks he’s set. Mumbo, too, is highly independent— though he looks awfully tired, Zedaph notices, marking it down as a note on his clipboard. There’s a certain sluggishness to Mumbo’s movements, and it’s dragging out the series of tests. Zedaph clicks on the mic. “Er, Mumbo? Go ahead and pick up the pace a little bit.” Mumbo speeds up, limbs moving jerkily as they try to keep up with his suddenly galvanized mind. The rest of the tests go by at a much faster tempo, and Zedaph is satisfied with the results. He also marks down a strange and only-just-suppressed urge toward violence from Mumbo, despite the man’s commitment to— what was it again?— right, “Peace, Love, and Plants.”

It’s been a while since the last hermit experiment now, though. For one thing, he hasn’t decided on a new subject. He’s been thinking of giving Xisuma a call and asking him to come over, out of pure curiosity, but it’s not urgent. For another thing, the seismograph has been going absolutely mad lately— there’s been tremors all over the server, with no discernible cause whatever. If this keeps up, Zedaph’s going to have to go out and do some actual field work.

He shudders at the thought.

A rapidly pulsing red light blinks on at the top left of the security monitor screen, just a moment before the proximity alarm goes off. Zedaph whirls around and gets a split-second look at Mumbo looming over him like a bespoke string bean before Bdubs tackles him at the waist and he hits his head on the tile floor. The next few moments come through in dizzy flashes: lab lights, far too bright for suddenly sensitive eyes—being picked up and carried, his head throbbing with each step—an uncomfortable heat radiating near his arm, but he can’t muster the words to tell it to go away.

His stomach suddenly drops and for a moment he flails through empty air before landing with a sickening crunch on the dull white floor. He’s not in instant respawn territory yet, but he’s close, and his kidnappers seem to know this, because he hears shattering glass quite near him, and then comes the bubbly, prickly feeling on his skin that only happens with splash regen and healing potions.

His headache clears after a moment, and he’s able to get to his feet. “Oh, goodness me,” he says, upon realizing where he is.

Tango, Bdubs, Beef, and Mumbo all stand on the other side of the tinted glass, wearing lab coats and looking somewhat vindictive. Mumbo’s got a clipboard and pen.

“This is highly unusual,” Zedaph says, crossing his arms over his chest. “There’s procedures for these things, you know. Standards and that.”

Tango steps over to the desk and keys the intercom. “Hey, Zed, ol’ buddy. I know you’re probably a little confused, here. Let’s just say we didn’t, uh— didn’t appreciate being your little lab experiments very much, my friend.”

“Informed consent is a big part of the scientific process!” Mumbo says, looking up from the clipboard, clearly unaware of the hypocrisy of his statement. The bags under his eyes have grown even deeper since Zedaph last saw him.

“You signed the waiver when I asked,” says Zedaph, but of course they can’t hear him. They take turns putting him through his paces, making him do— well, frankly, they’re quite silly things. He has much better things to be doing with his day. If he could just talk to them—

“Make a contraption that will blow something up,” says Bdubs, and Zedaph sees his chance. He intentionally builds it just a little too close to the glass— not so close that Tango and Mumbo will be able to realize what he’s doing right away, but close enough that the blast has a chance of damaging the barrier.

The TNT, when it goes off, leaves his ears ringing and all his nerves buzzing. But as the smoke clears, Zedaph spots a block of glass up near the corner that has shattered, and he giggles. Perfect!

“Bdoubleo,” he calls, and Bdubs turns to look at him suddenly. “Come in the chamber!” Bdubs immediately pulls out his pick and smashes through the nearest two blocks of glass beside him. He steps through the jagged hole and then pauses, looking confused.

“What was that?”

“This is all really very funny,” Zedaph says to the other three “scientists,” and replaces the glass that Bdubs broke, leaving the hole up at the top. The alarm melts off their faces, and they begin to laugh at Bdubs’ predicament.

“Mumbo,” says Zedaph, and now Mumbo snaps to attention, meeting his gaze through the glass. “I think for the next test, you should have me do something you’ve really, really wanted to do this season but can’t.”

Beef and Tango break out into another round of chuckles.

“Now hold on a minute,” says Bdubs, looking around, panicked.

“Well,” says Mumbo slowly, lowering his clipboard and taking a step closer to the glass. Zedaph nods encouragingly. “I would like you to… describe… how you would go about killing Bdoubleo using only things in this chamber—”

“Hey!” Bdubs screams.

“—and then do it and tell me how good it feels,” Mumbo finishes, all in one breath. Tango lets out a surprised wheeze of laughter, and Beef is wiping tears of mirth from his eyes.

“‘Course,” says Zedaph brightly. “Have to do what I’m told in here, don’t I?”

“No, no, no,” Bdubs says, backing away.

“Come on, Bdubs,” Zedaph coaxes. “Hop up on this dirt block here and stay put.” Bdubs’s face goes slack and he does as Zedaph asks. “Great! Well, Mumbo, the first thing I would do is get him in prime killing position, like so.” He gestures up to where Bdubs is standing, now looking around wildly. Mumbo nods enthusiastically, taking notes down on his clipboard. “And then I would place— er—” He goes digging through the scattered chests in the chamber to find what he’s looking for.

Oh, perfect.

“I would place some obsidian,” he says, triumphantly, sticking the block down next to Bdubs.

“No, no— no, wait,” Bdubs says, desperation clear in his voice.

“You’re killing me, man,” Tango says breathlessly, clutching his ribs. Zedaph tips an invisible hat in his direction and sends him off in gales of laughter again.

“Yes, yes, go on,” Mumbo says impatiently, pen tapping against his clipboard.

“And then I would place one of these,” Zedaph says, pulling the end crystal out of his inventory and setting it hovering over the obsidian base. He swears he sees Mumbo’s eyes light up.

“Go on, then,” Mumbo says, leaning forward eagerly.

“If you say so,” Zedaph says, and detonates the crystal.

It kills him as well as Bdubs, of course, but that only sends him back to his actual bed, and out of the range of the other would-be scientists. That had turned into rather a fun little tangent, actually.

It probably went without saying that none of them would want to come back to the lab, though.

Well. He’d just have to ask.

also on ao3 :D

#hermithorrorweek2023 #hermitcraft #zedaph #tangotek #bdoubleo100 #vintagebeef #mumbo jumbo #fool writes #is this based on a silly joke bdubs made in that one episode where they're all experimenting on zed? yes #is it also a result of having the silly song zedaph sings stuck in my head since the first time I heard it? also yes #am I sorry? absolutely not

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cherllyio · 1 month

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You’re scenarios for parent Pigsy were really fun 🤩

If you take requests could you make something similar for ShadowJadePeach (Macaque, Wukong, and Nüwa) being parents (or at least awkward step-parent in Macaque’s case) to MK (and maybe Bai He (LBD’s host)).

Please 🙏😊

I would love to! Lets go!

Macaque, Wukong, and Nuwa trying to be parents to MK( plus Bai He)

List:

Macaque and Wukong deal with all their issues, while trying to MK from going Apeshit.

Nuwa thinks she understand humans, because she made them, she doesent

"Nuwa, Wukong and Macaque babysitting Bai He and MK"

MK meets Nuwa for the first time.

The scenarios are mostly silly little stories of them trying to be good parental figures or scenarios that could possibly happen in season 5.

But the last one...

Its a bit diffrent :)

Also, if anyone wanna draw or use any of the scenarios in any way, im completly happy with that! Just tag me, so i can reblog it and love it forever :)

Scenario 1: "Macaque and Wukong deal with all their issues, while trying to stop MK from going Apeshit"

This is acutally something, i think, could happen in the show.

So, Macaque and Wukong are trying to deal with all their past issues(which there is a lot of). And tts not going great though, and they end up having an argument again.

Suddenly MK steps into the room. He is really struggling with all the "mystic monkey busniess" going on in his life, so he thinks talking with the "mystic monkeys" would help.

Problem is, Wukong and Macaque are too mad eachother to do anthing to help, other than making it worse soooo. MK just leaves, now having it even worse with his "monkey fate", since earlier he had a small fight with Mei. Nothing big, but with Macaque and Wukong fighting, and them being an awfully lot like him and Mei, he is starting to get scared that they will end up like them. And that he will end up hurting Mei.

So in the middle of MK having this chrisis, a sort of Steven Universe future panic(if you know the refernce), Wukong and Macaque finally come to their senses and reailise something very important. To help MK, they have to understand what went wrong with them, so MK and Mei dont end up on the same road.

And in that way, we get the "Macaque and Wukong backstory" :D

Scenario 2: " Nuwa thinks she understand humans, because she made them, she doesent"

One day, MK goes to pick up Bai He from school(big brother and little sister vibes). Sadly it starts raining(a lot), so they cant get home. (Kinda like this scene from my neighbor Tortoro).

Nuwa sees this and picks them up, where she is then thanked and told that they quickly have to get Bai He home, before her parents get too worried.

But instead of just driving a little bit faster Nuwa goes almost full GOD MODE, and drives faster than fucking Wukong on his cloud. They almost drive several people over, several cars crash into eachother because of it, and a lot of people have gained new trauma because of it.

The kids are screaming, yet Nuwa just interepts this as to go FASTER.

They make it to Bai He's home, safe and sound, but lets just say that MK and Bai He are just gonna wait next time it rains that much.

(The reason MK didnt use his staff? He forgot)

Scenario 3: "Nuwa, Wukong and Macaque babysitting Bai He and MK"

Pigsy was supposed to take care of Bai He, because her parents were doing something that day, but something came up. And MK cant do it, because he accdently broke one of his legs, and Pigsy doesent wanna push him too much because of it.

And since neither Mei, Tang, Sandy or any resbonibly adult he knows, can help, he calls Nuwa, Wukong and Macaque.

The little trio sees this as a great possibilty to get closer to the kids, but its gets a biiiit chaotic with the following things happening:

Macaque gets a bit jelaous, and tries to train MK a bit, yet this ends in MK breaking his arm too(dont ask, neither of them dont know how it happend)

Bai He asks Nuwa if she can help her with her homework. This though ends up in Nuwa crying over Math homework.

Wukong tries to cook some food, but gets too cocky, and ends up making litteral poison, that could kill a god.

Dont worry, they order some Pizza, put on a show and they actually have quite a nice time after that.

Pigsy just finds them sleeping together on the couch, and suspects nothing. (though he was surprised the house wasnt burned down)

Scenario 4: MK meets Nuwa for the first time

On a sunny afternoon MK is driving home, since he had just finished his shift at Pigsys, and after that he would head over to Flower Fruit Mounatin for training.

It was a simple plan, and MK was happy for that.

After everything, that happend in the scroll and with Azure Lion it seemed like everyone wanted to relax just a bit more, before the next big bad came up again.

Then, MK catches something at the conor of his eyes. A shop. A Jade Shop to be more specific.

He doesent, how he is suddenly standing in front of the front door of the shop, or why this compels him so much.

Was it his short attention span? Did he see something of interest? Did he see someone he knew? He doesent know.

Yet as he walks into the shop a wave of fammilarness takes over him. Like he is finally.... home?

The Monkie Kid looks around the small shop. Its crowded with thousands and thousands of jades, that go from the sizes of a little pea, to the size of MK's hand.

There isnt a single costumer in the shop, so MK worries for a second, if he has accdently walked into a place that was already closed, when suddenly...

" Can i help you?"

MK screams in surprise and spins around, only to be met with...

Everything goes quiet.

Time Stops.

And MK's whole world tilts 90 degrees.

He feels like he is about to faint.

He wants to run.

Yet he wants to stay.

What is going on?

"Sir, are you ok?"

The person asks again, and MK tries to speak, but his mouth seems to be unable to utter a single sound.

He tries to focus, trying to concentrate on whoever is in front of him.

Short black hair... ok good, what else? They... no she, is wearing a suit....

Why is this so hard?

"Im so sorry...Qi xiaotian"

Her voice seems so faint now... how does she know his name?

" I knew you wouldnt handle this well.... but the sitatuion is dire"

Dire?

" Just rest now... i will explain everything later..."

Everything goes black.

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butterfluffy · 2 years

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“are we still okay..?”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· noticing that your relationship with them is not doing that good these days, you tearfully asked them, “are we still okay..?”

⠀⠀➧ angst, pure angst, no comfort | luffy, zoro, sanji (separate) x gn!reader | multi-character/oneshot

⠀⠀➧ warnings — none, other than swearing, and angstttt...! mistakes may be present, though.. so do ignore them, thanks!

⠀⠀➧ requests are open! do send some requests for me to write!

⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: writing angst is painful. ಥ ͜ ʖ ಥ but i enjoyed it, might make a part 2, hehehe..!

another painful shit here~!

@maaarshieee

MONKEY D. LUFFY

Sitting away from the crew as you eyed your boyfriend, Luffy, who's having fun with them as you sat down near the figurehead which is his favorite spot, you then looked at him with a sad expression, eyes close to tearing up..

“..Ah, Y/n! Why are you just sitting there?” Luffy asks, dashing to you with his usual expression—and by his approach, you finally got the courage to tell him what you're feeling..

“Luffy... Are we okay..?” You asked, the tears that formed in your eyes loosing its hold and finally falling—your question getting Luffy shocked, mouth falling agape.

“Wha—Y/n, what do you mean? Of course we're okay, right?” He says, one hand holding yours as the other wiped your tears as he spoke. While you, on the other hand, gave in and cried...

“..Luffy...! Does it seem like we're okay!? We don't even act like a couple anymore, you treat me as your friend... When I'm your lover..!” You exclaimed. Letting all your emotions out to the strawhat boy who's lips quivered.

“I-I'm sorry, Y/n..! I didn't know that you feel that way... I-I'll be better, I promise.. I'll fix this, I'll fix.. Us.” Luffy croaked, stammering his words, overwhelmed with what you said, obvious from his shaking figure that immediately embraced yours tightly, not letting go, not letting you go..

“I love you, Y/n. I love you, I love you, I love you... I'm sorry, please forgive me.. I'll make us okay again, I promise, so please... Don't give up on us..” Pleaded Luffy, tightening his arms around you, tears forming in his eyes as you stood like a stone in his arms, stoic as ever. Eyes dull, and no emotions to express...

“Luffy, please understand me. I...” Trailing your words, you gulped, swallowing the lump on your throat as Luffy shook his head by your collar, not wanting to hear your next words. “No.. Y/n, no, no.. Don't say it, please...”

“..I'm sorry, Luffy.. But I can't deal with us anymore...”

RORONOA ZORO

It's quiet, awfully quiet between you and Zoro, your boyfriend who just drank alcohol on the other side of your shared room with him as you laid on your bed—waiting for him to sleep with you for minutes that turned into hours..

“Zoro..?” You called with a mumble, gripping your blanket tightly as you sit up straight, catching the alcoholic moss haired male's attention who looked back at you blankly.

“What do you want?” Zoro coldly huffed, rolling his eyes at your now teary self—getting your heart to sting by his words that were directed to you like a knife. And ignoring the way your breath hitched upon hearing his words, Zoro continued to drink up.

“Are we okay?” You asked, bringing silence between the two of you—a silence that was too loud for you to handle, causing you to hit your breaking point and break down..

“..I guess it's a no, huh, Zoro..? We're not okay, and we'll never be okay again, right..!?” You sobbed, throwing everything you can throw to Zoro's direction—irking him, but the swordsman didn't dodge. Just taking all your anger in silence.

“Speak up, Zoro! Say something! Tell me... Tell me if you're tired of us, tell me if you want to end this shitty relationship of ours..!” You cried out, biting your lower lip to stop your pathetic sobbing as Zoro sighed deeply. Placing his drink down and standing up.

“Yeah, we're not okay anymore! And.. And I hope you understand that, Y/n. I'm sorry.” Apologizing, Zoro looked away from you, avoiding your glossy eyes that caused his heart to ache..

“So we're gonna end this? Just like that? You aren't even gonna put an effort to try and fix us!?” You shouted in frustration, gritting your teeth in anger from Zoro's harsh words that rang in your mind..

“There's no point, Y/n. I'm tired, and I know that you are too. So just... Let go.”

VINSMOKE SANJI

Being outside on a date with your lover, Sanji, you stood in front of a café, looking at your boyfriend who was on the other side of the road—fawning on every woman he saw pass by him.

“Mellorine~!” He cooed in a dreamy way, going to every pretty women he sees and geeeting them with his catchphrase while you stood still on your ground, watching him be lovey-dovey to random people he doesn't even know nor have a relationship with.

“Mello—Ah..! Y..Y/n...” He mutters, the corner of his eyes catching your figure, immediately running towards you in panic, running after your figure that left him—going to an empty alleyway.

“Love, wait! Where are you going!? Slow down a bit and let me catch up with you..!” Sanji calls, huffing as soon as you two stopped on the empty alley, leaning on the wall.

“Sanji, are we okay? Are you okay? With me?” You said in a straightforward manner, not bothering to beat around the bush anymore—going on to let out the tight feeling on your chest.

“..Love, of course I am...! I love you, y'know?” The blonde man says with a smile, approaching you and giving you a kiss on the lips which you dodged, a slap immediately landing on his cheek after.

“Lies! I'm so tired of your lies, Sanji! You say you love me when you go flirt around with women you don't even know or have a relationship with..!” You hissed, your words shocking Sanji who stood frozen, eyes widened..

“Love I—I'm sorry, I may flirt with them but you are the only one in my heart..!” Sanji defends, apologizing as you only shook your head, not wanting to hear more of his words, his lies.

“Stop it, Sanji. We're over, I'm done with you hurting my feelings, I'm done with you.”

#ੈ♡˳· butterfluffy #one piece #one piece x reader #luffy #monkey d. luffy #monkey d. luffy x reader #luffy x reader #zoro #roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #sanji #vinsmoke sanji #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #one piece angst #one piece oneshot #one piece fanfiction

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dangerrah · 1 month

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Scp 073

40% ler | 60% lee

As a ler:

Okay so, surprisingly he’s very merciful as a ler, makes sure the lee is okay with tickles, offers aftercare, etc.

Rarely ever uses his own hands to tickle lees, he prefers using plants! As per this au, his withering effect is replaced with chlorokinesis!

While he’s more gentle with tickles, he WILL tease a lee to the hells and back, he cant help it!

“My, is something wrong? You’re awfully giggly!” “Is something funny? Is there something on my face? It’s quite rude to laugh someone, you know..” “Oh, don’t touch this is a spot? Right here? Are you sure? I mean, you’re laughing so much, it seems perfect!” Being his favorite ones.

During breaches, it’s best to stay clear of the garden area where cain resides. As the second those alarms go off, cain will drop whatever He’s doing to join the fun!

Staff wise, his hands are rated E for everyone. Nobody is safe. But anomaly wise, his favorite target is Abel. (Or, scp 076-2!)

As a lee

Firstly, absolutely adores being tickled, and pretty much everyone on site knows this. He’s touch starved damnit!

His laugh too..its the most precious thing, speaking of, if someone ever calls it cute he gets all flustered and starts hiding his face in his hands <3

His worst spots are his belly, ribs, and back. Mainly his belly though.

Now, the feather material on his shirt around his neck isn’t just for show, it’s his own way of tickling himself .

Speaking of, his plants can and WILL wreck him.

Cannot STAND light tickles, folds immediately at the slightest graze over one of his spots.

Feathers are insta death for him oml

The longer he’s been tickled, the squeakier his laugh gets. Almost like a squeaky toy!

Scp 073-2 instances

100% ler | 0% lee

(By the way, the image is only SOME instances. Theres multiple of various entities, including fruits, vegetables, etc)

As lers:

Okay, so as a collective, you’re screwed. Period. These little guys FEED of laughter and show no mercy till they get their fill

Azalea’s, Like to group up and flutter against any skin visible. Mainly necks in an attempt to make a person fall, and then usually let the other plants nearby do the rest of the work.

Snapdragons are a bit more mischievous, will wrap vines around a persons ankles and then pull them into shrubbery, nipping, licking, and nuzzling wherever! Their teeth, of course, don’t hurt. And their ‘heads’ are fuzzy to where its pretty ticklish with nuzzles. And, fun fact, are the only plants that can be distracted by chin scratches!

Lily of the valleys aren’t attached to vines like most of the plants, rather they hop off their vine and run around in search of a victim, hence why they travel in a pair of two or more. Once they do, they climb up the persons legs and get under their shirt, scribbling their tiny hands against the belly and sides, occasionally moving to avoid any attempts at stopping them!

Spider lilies, are a special kind. They’ll entrap a victim in their webs, vines with a sticky sap, and then proceed to crawl over the victim, tickling with the four large feathery petals on its body!

Extra! (For both 073 and 073-2)

The plants adore cain, and more often then not will tickle him if he generally just seems sad and in need of a pick me up.

Cain is classified as a ‘creator’ entity, this is a au feature (that i’d love to explain more if asked!).

Cain and Abel USED to share the cell, but got separated for two reasons, one, abel and him loved teaming up when wrecking staff, and two, the plants loved to wreck abel. (The first reason is the main one, but since they kept targetting abel, d-class experiments rarely worked.)

The plants, while laughter is their main source of food, can also photosynthesize and “eat” sugar water!

Cain, much like 035, doesn’t need laughter to eat. Rather its just a better energy boost for him that sleep cannot always provide.

Some of the plants move their heads rapidly to signify excitement, a move they learned from cain while seeing him stim!

Speaking of, he’s on the spectrum..and is super knowledgeable about literally any plant

You can ask him about the most uncommon, unknown plant in the world and he’ll give you all the information you could ever need.

Cain, has a small crop bed for fruits and vegetables, which he gladly gives to the cafeteria in exchange for flower seeds!

Speaking of flowers, he loves making flower crowns, which he loves to give to staff (and other anomalies)!

#sfw #sfw interaction only #sfw tickling community #scp tickle #tickle fluff #tickle art #tickle blog #tickle fic #tword blog #tword content #sfw tk community

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littleoanh · 2 years

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A/N: Hello, my darling @missanonymous1999. Thank you for being so kind and understanding about the first request and redoing your request. Also thank you for being so patient with me! I really appreciate that and it means a lot when you are so supportive. I changed a few parts of your request to make the story flow better. I still hope it is what you wanted and that you enjoy this piece.

Daddy’s Lessons

Characters: Bonten Trio + Mikey x fem!Reader

Summary: fem!Reader who is being hard headed and refused to listen to her yandere s/o and how would they punish them.

Warnings: DARK CONTENT 18+ ONLY - MINORS STAY THE F*CK AWAY FROM THIS (Yandere, stalking, briefly mentioned mind break, and kidnapping), cursing, mention alcohol consumption and illicit drugs, smut (daddy kink, blindfold, handcuffs, spankings [baton and paddle], baton fucking, degradation, orgasm denial, face fucking, a little cum eating, face slapping, body slapping, kinbaku, vaginal fucking, creampie, pussy spanking, non-con anal, vibrating wand, nipple clamps, dumbification, overstimulated, and bullet vibrator).

Special Thanks: EB for helping me brainstorm, proofreading, and beta reading! @angels-aesthetic for the flower divider!

Like, reblogging, and kind comments are appreciated.

Sanzu is staking out in the club you are currently partying at, the one your daddies told you to not go to but you didn’t listen to them. You are busy drinking and dancing with your so-called friends. The same friends who use you to gain access to the top clubs in Japan, hard to reserve restaurants, and illicit drugs. “Got my eyes on her, Boss.” He talks almost stoically on his cell phone. His droopy eyes follow your movements, you appear to be leaving the area. “She’s going outside.”

“You know what to do.” Mikey’s monotone voice is quiet but enough for Sanzu to hear through the loud beats.

You are feeling pretty hot even though you are wearing the shortest and skimpiest dress. The club is awfully hot, too much body heat and not enough air ventilation. Stepping outside to get some fresh cool air. You can feel the pounding of loud music through the wall, making the club vibrate. Taking a quick stroll out in the alleyway, not paying attention to your surroundings. In one fluid motion, you are pushed against the wall. You yelp in pain.

“Shut. Up.” Sanzu’s voice is terrifying but your body tingles lustfully. He handcuffs you from behind, wraps something satin-like over your eyes, and strips your panties to stuff them in your mouth. “You want to be an ungrateful bitch? Then you will be treated like one.” He throws you over his shoulder with your bare ass in the air and tosses you in the trunk of a vehicle. Oh, this is probably not good. But wetness drips from between your legs.

You lost track of time but it feels like forever.

Next thing you know, you are on the cold hard ground. It’s cold. Too cold for your liking. You hear the clanking of shoes echoing in the room. You can’t tell where the footsteps are coming from because of the echo.

“Well, well… look who we have here.” You recognize Ran’s playful voice, you feel his big hand grab your cheeks.“Did you have fun betraying your daddies like that?” You try to answer his question but still gagged, only muffle noises come out. He chuckles darkly into your ear. “Trying to talk back? What a bad little girl. You need to be appropriately punished.”

Ran pulls you from the cold hard ground and drags you to a chair. It squeaks under the cement floor as Ran pulls you over his lap. Your dress is scrunched up at your hips, bare ass up, covered in goosebumps from the frigid air and cold floor. You hear him pull something from his pocket, running the cool object down your body. It feels like his baton. He lightly grazes it along your legs and spanks your ass with a light groan. You can imagine his stoic expression on his face. You cry in pain, he’s never spanked you this harsh before.

“Did that hurt, darling?” He mockingly questions you, “What you did hurts more than this.” He continuously beats your ass with his baton. You cry out even more, your ass burns in pain, tears streaming down your face, soaking the blindfold. After what feels like 20 or more spanks, he stops and uses the tip of his baton to caress your ass cheeks as though to soothe you. He dips it down to your slit and slides it up and down. You moan, spreading your legs, trying to lift your ass up in hopes to gain some pleasure. “Oh, you like that dirty little slut? Want to fuck yourself with my precious baton?”

Still muffled from your panties, you nodded your head, greedily. Ran sticks in just the tip and fucks you with it, twirling little circles, opening up your entrance. Your juices run down your leg, sticking your thighs together when you try to grind down the baton. The squelching noises from the baton and your slit turns you on more. You are whining, wanting him to push it in more but he doesn’t care. This is what you deserve. By the sounds of your moans, he sensed you are about to cum soon. Ran takes out his baton out of your pussy and you whimper from the emptiness of your clenching hole.

Ran slaps your cheek, it rings across the empty room. “Do you really think you deserve that?” He leans down and whispers into your ear, “Only good girls get to cum.” He tosses you off of him, you fall onto the cold hard ground and whimper from the impact. The sound of his zipper unzipping, you know what is going to happen next. “Get up.” His cold distinct tone instructs you and you position yourself on your knee in front of him. He takes your panties out of your mouth and you start coughing. “Open up.” Mid-cough, Ran pulls your hair back, forcing you to open your mouth before shoving his big cock in. He brutally fucks your throat, making you gag.

Your gag reflex is strong but Ran doesn’t give a shit. This is your punishment after all. Even though you couldn’t see, stars appear in your eyes from lack of oxygen. You don’t think you can take it anymore, your throat is squeezing his cock so tightly but he pulls out last minute to ejaculate over your tits. Some land on your chin and you try lick it. His rough finger swipes it from you and you can hear him lick it off his finger. “You don’t get to taste daddy’s cum.” He slaps you one last time before leaving you on your knees.

Your throat feels bruised and you try to catch your breath. Drool and tears rolling down your face. You probably look like a mess. You hear another sound of shoes clanking on the ground. “What a pathetic little girl.” Rin’s sadistic voice resonates the room, he inspects your body and finds your ass is the only place that is red, your cheek is slightly pink and your mouth is swollen. “Tch.” He annoyingly clicks his tongue, “He didn’t punish you enough,” Rin roughly grabs your arm to unhandcuff you, you feel his breath on your ear, “I won’t be so easy with you.”

He grabs some rope to tie you up. From the feeling of it wrapping around your body, you can tell it is done aesthetically, every other inch of you is covered in rope. He suspends you in the air with your legs apart in a butterfly pose. Your hands are tied behind your back, your back is arch with your tits towards the floor. Rin inspects your cunt then unzips his pants, “You look wet enough, you horny bitch.” He savagely rams his thick cock into your tiny hole and you cry out. The sound of skin slapping and your wet lewd juices echoes the room. With your eyes being covered, all you can focus on is him hitting your g-spot.

Rin feels your gummy walls clenching on his cock, “Don’t you dare cum without permission.” He growls and smacks your already sore ass. His strong hands slap your thighs, your face and your tits. He is going to make sure you will be bruised, leaving you a reminder of your punishment.

“Please!” You pleaded with him, the pleasure feels too good. “I promise I will be good! Please, please, please.” Your blabbering begs don't reach Rin’s ears. He is focusing for his pleasure only. “Please, daddy!”

He continuously fucks your hole ignoring your pathetic cries, your juices dripping out of your soaking wet pussy and there is a creamy ring around the base of his cock. The way you are whimpering, your helplessness makes his lilac eyes roll back and groan. Rin increase his pace, fucks you even harder. Making it more difficult for you to hold on.

“Daddy, please! I-I can’t hold on much longer!”

“No.” He denies your orgasm.

Pulling his cock in and out and trying to last as long as he can to torture you. More tears are dripping down your face, you are feeling too stimulated. It almost hurts. Every touch pulls you closer to the edge. You are beginning to regret not listening to them about not going out with your friends. You can’t handle it much longer, your legs shake uncontrollably. Finally, Rin is almost close. He thrusts so hard, his tip hits your cervix causing a bit of pain.

He lets out a guttural moan while spilling all of his seeds into your womb. It nearly makes you orgasm but Rin pulls out too quickly, letting his cum leak from your abuse hole. He zips back up, hearing your silent sobs. “Maybe the next person will listen to your worthless begs.” Rin’s shoes clinks away from you, leaving you suspended. Your clit is aching. You can’t close your legs in hopes to rub your thighs together to relieve your needy clit.

Another pair of shoes comes into the room. “Awwww,” You immediately knew that was Sanzu's mocking tone, “did no one let you cum?” He comes closer to find the bruises Rin has left behind and he hums in approval. “If you are a good girl,” Sanzu runs a thin, smooth object around your ass. He circles it around the pink areas, cooling down your burning ass. It’s a leather paddle. He grabs your very sore ass cheeks and makes you whine in pain. “Maybe daddy will let you.” He spanks your ass cheek and you yelp. “Don’t cum without permission.” He warns you, trailing the paddle near your clit. You whine as he puts pressure on your clit, knowing how stimulated you are.

Sanzu slaps the paddle on your pussy and you yelp in surprise. There is an electrifying feeling that makes you want more. He slaps the paddle on your pussy at different pressure and speed. You pant, dry humping the air for more. It gets harder and harder for you not to cum until the last spank, Sanzu hits your clit at the right pressure and you cum on the spot. Your legs are twitching, you moan is pornographic. Sanzu pauses for a moment.

“Did you cum without daddy’s permission?” He asks in a low dangerous tone, you are terrified to answer him. “Answer me.”

“I-I didn’t mean to. I’m-I’m sorry-” Sanzu used full power to slap your abused ass with the paddle and you scream.

“You ungrateful bitch!” Slap. Slap. Slap. “Now you’re going to get it.” He unzips his pants, pulling your ass closer and spreading your ass cheek. You feel his cock prodding your unprepped puckered hole.

“Wait-please no!” Sanzu pushes his cock in, a painful sting shakes your body. “No, daddy! It hurts!”

“Too fuckin bad. Daddy doesn’t give a shit if it does.” He tries to push his length but you are too stiff, not relaxing your hole. Sanzu slaps your ass, “Fuck, relax!” He demands you, but it was too difficult for you without prepping you. “Tch.” Sanzu gathers a glob of saliva and spit on the tip of his cock. He successfully moves a few inches more, the pain is slowly changing to pleasure. “That’s it. Relax your pathetic hole.” Finally he is able to bottom out, without giving you a moment to rest.

“Ah!” You squeal, Sanzu mercilessly fucks your ass without a care of your well being. He spread your ass cheeks, watching his dick fucking in and out of your ass. It makes him feral seeing this. Your tits are bouncing from the constant movement. Sanzu is about to burst, your ass feels too good and it’s deliciously hugging his dick. He chases after his climax, heedless of your own pleasure.

“Ugh, fuckkkkk.” Sanzu’s dick pours lots of thick warm cum up in your ass. Finally slowing down his pace, making sure all of his cum is in your asshole. Pull out, watching your swollen pussy and leaking cum out of your ass. He takes out his camera to take a picture of it, wanting to commemorate. Sanzu walks towards your face and grab your cheeks with one hand, “Now you be fuckin’ good to your last daddy.” He releases you, then the sound of his shoes fade away.

You barely hear the last footsteps in the room, giving you an eerie feeling up your spine. You know who the last person is going to be. He quietly comes close to your face, observing your fucked out body. You smell the sweet aroma of taiyaki radiating off of him, then he yanks your hair back hard.

“Ah!” Mikey slaps your tits, there’s not enough markings there. You whimper with every slap he gives you, then suddenly you feel a pinch on both your nipples. This is certainly new to you. There appears to be a chain connecting the clamps for him to pull. He tugs it, making you mewl. A vibrating noise cuts through the air. It’s hum, slow and deep. Your body reacts on its own, knowing the sound well. You try to spread your legs wider than it already is waiting for pleasure to arrive. The vibrating wand touches your engorged clit and you become a moaning mess.It feels so, so good. “Daddy …” You call out to him, hoping Mikey will let you cum properly. “Please, may I cum?”

Without answering you, he set the vibrating speed higher and tugged on the nipple clamp.

“Daddy, please! Please let me cum.” You plead him once again, he changes the speed once more and it’s driving you insane. “Please please please. I promise to be good. Please daddy, may I please cum!” Your body is shaking, needing your orgasm and he adjusts the speed.

“Cum.” His voice is so soft while pulling your nipple clamps, you almost couldn’t hear him from how loud the vibrator is and you are finally releasing your sweet bliss orgasm. Mikey is still leaving the wand on your clit, allowing you to cum over and over again. Your clit is feeling too sensitive, you couldn’t move away.

“Sen-sensitive!”

“Take it.” He continues this rhythm for god knows how long, you have too many orgasms and your tongue is lolling out. Your clit goes numb, your mind blanks and your eyes cross. That’s exactly how Mikey wants you. He removes the vibrating wand from your clit and moves it towards your face. “Lick.” Your tongue is already out and you lick your tangy taste from the vibrator like candy. He removes the nipple clamps, leaving them achy and sore. “Are you going to listen to your daddies now?”

“Ye-yes, daddy.” Mikey quietly walks away quietly and you relax now that it’s over. The room goes quiet minus your haggard breathing. You shift your suspended body, trying to get more comfortable when you hear a small sound of vibrating. A bullet vibrator. Mikey must have gone to grab one and you wonder what he is going to do with it.

“I don’t believe you, you know.” He pretends to sound sympathetic but he shoves the bullet vibrator deep into your pussy, making you twitch from sensitivity. Mikey pulls your hair back, forcing his mouth closer to your ear, “Should’ve listened to daddy when he gave you the chance. Do you see what happens now when you don’t listen?” You whimper. “I’ll come check up on you in a few hours and see if you learn daddy’s lessons.” He silently saunters out of the warehouse, leaving you shaking, and thinking about what you had done wrong.

[End]

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itsmespicaa · 1 year

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"Seeds of Stories, Brought by the Wind..." (part 2/2)

(part 1 here!)

⚠️ Contains Sumeru Archon Quest SPOILER !!!

Fun fact: Nahida’s voiceline ‘When it’s windy’ is: “The wind never blows in the Sanctuary of Surasthana...Oh, sorry. That's probably obvious to you.” I’m not crying what tHE FUC-

The fic continuation of the last page is below :D

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Venti shouted, waving and practically flying to her, “Buer!”

It seemed that Nahida had just escaped from a room of her people asking for her guidance and advice on what to do next with the Akademiya, from the way she was stunned at the unexpected call of her true name.

“Eh…?”

Without warning, he grasped her smaller hands in his as the wind sang and blew wildly around them, reflecting his unrepressed joy.

Venti laughed: “Ah…it’s been much too long!”

The Traveler ran to them before looking around, worried that others would be suspicious of the strange interaction of their archon and a strange bard from afar. But it seems most had to cover their eyes due to the strong wind just a while ago, and when they turned to Venti with a raised eyebrow, he just winked at them.

“This hardly seems like a proper place for a reunion between old friends–what say you, oh Dendro Archon?”

It seems Venti’s antics finally caught up with Nahida, who smiled back, albeit more subdued than the former. “Alright. Let’s go somewhere more private.”

~0~

In a flurry of white feathers and verdant leaves, they all reappeared inside the Sanctuary, the quiet ambience enveloping them gently like a cradle to a newborn babe.

“Mm, I haven’t been here in a very long time…” Venti sighed, eyes closed as though to listen even closer to the whispers behind the walls. When he opened them again, his eyes reflected the vibrant green like fireflies at night. “It feels familiar and yet…completely reborn.”

Unbeknownst to any of them, the Traveler’s eyes widened slightly at his remarks, lips shaking slightly with words they’ve agreed to never speak of.

“I guess…that’s what happens when you lose your memories,” Venti finally turned to Nahida with a forlorn smile, who had simply been observing him from beside the Traveler. The Dendro Archon clenched her hands together before walking up to him, meeting his gaze.

“...Barbatos,” Nahida started, “just as the wind blows the seeds of every story all across Teyvat, I’m sure the wind has told you of the story that was uncovered in Sumeru as well. I…I apologize for not greeting you in a manner befitting a fellow Archon, but I would like to extend my hand in friendship once more just as I did all those years ago.”

To her surprise, Barbatos simply giggled, his airy laughter jingling like bells. “I never knew how adorably anxious you felt when we first met~!”

Going down on his knees, he enveloped her gently like a mother bird brooding its younglings, catching the other archon off guard. “And our friendship never ended,” he said, his voice tapering off into a whisper, “no matter where you are in the endless river of time, you will always be a dear friend of mine, Buer.”

Nahida felt…comfort, familiar and oh so warm, an old memory that did not feel hers resurfacing from under the rubble, like a tiny sapling that willed itself to survive amidst the harsh and unforgiving nature imposed onto it.

After a second of hesitation, she returned the hug, burying her face in the awfully familiar scent of dandelions and wind, wanting to keep this feeling with her for eternity no matter what.

But alas, nothing lasts forever.

“I also heard from a certain Traveler,” Venti nodded at the quiet person watching them from a distance, “that the wind…never blows inside this tiny bird cage of yours. I see what you mean now.”

He stood up and summoned his lyre, walking to the middle of the platform, to the place she was trapped in for half a millennium. The place where the wind could not reach, where her tears and anxieties remained unseen and hidden from the world, her fate sealed by the people she was born to protect.

Strumming his lyre, he beamed at her: “Time to correct that!”

A gentle breeze flowed within her former cage, caressing her cheeks and the tips of her feet, bumping into her as though asking her to come play with them. Nahida’s eyes glimmered as silver white wings sprouted from Venti’s back, feathers floating in the air as he sang.

Ah…this voice…

Memories flooded her vision as snapshots of beautiful moments blurred past her eyes, untouched by the ravages of time. The tiny sapling grew larger and larger until it touched the sky above, to where they would return to. Singing together with the Aranara, the gathering of the first Seven, memories never lucid enough for her to see in detail but the emotions. Oh the emotions she experienced then…

(...She?)

Nahida did not realize the tears dripping onto the floor until she felt a warm hand on her shoulder, startling her to reality as she watched Venti glide down and extend a hand towards her, a gentle smile on his lips as he beckoned for her:

“Come sing with me? For old times’ sake.”

Ah…How could she refuse?

With a wide grin, she took his hand and sang.

No one but the Traveler and their floating companion would be the witness to this beautiful moment shared between the two neighboring archons, the two old friends separated by time and the earth itself.

One born of the thousands of branches of time, while the other sprouted from the purest branch of an ancient tree.

#genshin impact #venti #nahida #rukkhadevata #sumeru archon quest #archon quest spoiler #ALSO FUN FACT: the ost that played during the mond archon quest played during the nahida rescue scene :) im not crying you are AAAAAAAAAAAAA #I LOVE PAIN WOOOOOOOOOOO #QWQ #THEYRE FRIENDS YOUR HONOR LET THEM MEEEEEETTTT #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #SOBS #im never getting over how neither venti nor zhongli remembers rukkhadevata i cant do this yall ;-;#also in case that wasnt obvious; venti slowed down time for a bit to say goodbye to rukkhadevata for the last time before he too forgets ;-;#being a creation of istaroth has both its perks and downsides and venti didnt know what this counted as hhh _(:"

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wh3nturtlesfly · 1 year

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Hello! I really enjoy a lot of your writing, it’s so good. May I request 9 and D for the prompt event please?

9, D: Confrontation, “Make me”

CW: Slightly Suggestive

“Didn’t anyone ever warn you about touching things that aren’t yours?”

Villain froze with their hand just above the doorknob. Slowly, they turned and in the dimness of the hall they made out the shape of Hero, arms crossed.

“I hardly think a door is anyone’s property.” Villain suppressed a string of curses. Hero wasn’t supposed to be back yet. They were supposed to have another hour at least.

“I’d like to think that anything within my house counts as my property.”

“It’s not my fault your frolicking about the town ended earlier than usual,” a smirk emerged on their face as they watched the Hero’s own expression fall, “What would your precious agency think of your little search for a partner? Seems awfully risky, especially for the city’s top Hero.”

Hero’s fists clenched at their sides, “What I do in my time off shouldn’t matter to them.” They stalked forward, eying Villain’s hand on the doorknob, “Breaking and entering however, is right up their alley.”

It was meant to be a threat, though Villain saw through it clear as glass. They chuckled and marveled at the way it only increased the Hero’s frustration. Revealing Villain’s presence would leave them responsible for explaining why they weren’t at their house in the first place. Though it would be perfectly within Villain’s conscience to lie, they knew their nemesis could never fall to the same moral prey.

With a smile they gripped the doorknob tighter, turning it just slightly if only to see the Hero’s shoulders tense. “I call your bluff.”

Panic swarmed the Hero’s mind, but they quickly halted it. There was a simple solution to all of this. One of which left a sly smile creeping across the Hero’s face. “Fine then. I suppose I’ll have to take care of you myself.”

There was a flicker of worry in the Villain’s eyes. They hadn’t expected such a turn, not from the Hero of all people. They flinched as a hand closed around their own. Villain barely had the chance to think, much less jerk away, before Hero’s hand turned the doorknob and they both toppled inside.

The two landed in a huff, the hardwood floor painful against Villain’s spine. They blinked in a daze and took in the room. It had been just as their plans had predicted. The main living space, where they had landed in, held a couch, television, bookshelf, and small coffee table. To the right was the kitchen that housed an array of cabinets and to the left was a closed off room. Hero’s bedroom no doubt. It was much smaller than Villain had thought, though that was the least of their problems at the moment.

Hero loomed over them, determination in their eyes, “What? The apartment’s not to your liking?”

“Oh no, I actually find it to be quite lovely,” Villain quipped. They shifted their weight to the side, enough to roll out of the Hero’s grasp. As they stood their eyes swept over the Hero’s form, “It’s fun sized, just like you.”

The jest was elementary at most, more of a distraction than anything, but it was enough to leave the Hero’s face red. They sputtered, though as expected couldn’t come up with a rebuttal. Villain took the opportunity to slink sideways, closer to the room in the corner. Hero’s room.

The movement didn’t go unnoticed. One glance indicated that both knew what lay inside. Secrets.

Villain’s hand froze above the doorknob but this time they were anything but worried. Hero had been a fool to let them in. Now, they were but moments away from accessing all they sought. One by one, their fingers closed around the brass knob, turning, turning, turning.

Just as the closet clicked open, the Hero lunged forward. The door was forced shut and Villain was slammed up against it, nearly too shocked to react. Hands bracketed either side of their hips and this close- Villain never realized how much taller they were in comparison to their nemesis.

“You can’t go in there.” Hero was clearly out of breath. They avoided Villain’s eyes, and yet their grip didn’t shift.

Villain offered a smile. “And why is that?”

“You wouldn’t be breaking into my house if you didn’t know why.”

“You were the fool who decided to let me in.”

Hero huffed, “I figured I could handle it.”

That drew a chuckle from the Villain and with their hands free one drifted to clutch the Hero’s chin. Their breath hitched while their gaze was drawn upwards. “Well, aren’t you just so brave-”

“Shut up,” Hero glared.

A flicker of amusement shone in Villain’s eyes. “Make me.”

They waited for the Hero to startle, to jerk away when their thumb brushed teasingly across their cheek. Instead Hero was silent. There wasn’t so much as a warning- not until the Hero’s fingers wrapped around Villain’s collar and dragged them downward.

Their lips met for a second at most, though when the Hero pulled away it was clear their idea had worked. Villain was a mess of sputtered syllables and pinkish cheeks. Hero didn’t wait for their head to clear, nor did they justify their reasoning. They leaned close whilst the Villain was still bent to their eye level and whispered, “Like I said, you can’t go in there. Not unless…”

Villain raised a brow, “Unless?”

“Unless I get to take you on a proper date first.”

“Whatever happened to not touching things that aren’t yours?” they looked at Hero’s hands, one still locked around their collar.

“You’ve never had an issue with breaking the rules before.” Hero’s gaze turned dark and they spun away before the Villain could question them more. In five steps they had crossed the room and held the front door open with a grin, “Goodbye Villain.”

Their nemesis lingered a second, a mix of confusion and interest swirling in their features, though in another moment they had gone.

Hero allowed their door to swing shut. They sunk to the floor though not before beginning to laugh, something so filled with conflict they couldn’t seem to stop. What had they just done? All the rules they must have broken-

Somehow they didn’t regret it. Hero brought the feeling of Villain’s lips to their memory. It sure had been better than any small talk they had thrown together on the countless dinner dates. Such a flip of personality, even now it was a shock to Hero themselves, yet they didn’t feel guilty, nor did they hesitate to answer the next time they heard a knock upon their door.

#turtlewrites #this one’s kinda all over the place #I’m sorry bout that #hero x villain #villain x hero #snippet #writing snippet #slightly suggestive

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cupidjyu · 10 months

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Helloooo :D if you have time I was wondering if you could write jealous jacob? Like he meets the readers ex and he feels insecure but the reader comforts and reassures him <3 love your workk

always better

jacob x reader (request, tysm!! im glad u love my work)

genre: jealousy, insecurity, slight hurt/comfort, he's such a flirt, also protective, also great kisser notes: speaking of insecurity i'm gonna be honest and say that first of all, im sorry for any inactivity or dryness or that i don't seem as happy as i always do but ive sort of been going through some issues in which i’m not happy with myself at all right now and struggling with pretty much everything but i hope you enjoy this word count: 1.2k

“I’m serious, you look so good right now.” Jacob gave you a sweet smile, his eyes darkening as he looked over you. His hand was wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to his body.

You could only laugh bashfully as you rested your hands on his chest. You leaned up and looked him softly in the eyes. “Thank you,” You whispered. “It’s a party, we have to dress up.”

“I know.” He shook his head. “But you…” He pressed a deep kiss to your lips. “Drive me crazy.”

You stifled a laugh. “Oh, wow.”

“Can we please stay home tonight?” He pleaded, tilting his head convincingly.

You had really considered it, with how he stared at you like he… wanted you. But you quickly shook out of it, shoving him away.

“Desist you maniac.” You rolled your eyes. “We were invited to this. We can have fun after.”

He pouted.

“Cobie.” You raised an eyebrow.

He held his hands up as if he were under arrest. “Alright, alright.” He gave you a sly smile though, his eyes still looking you over. Glaring at him, you quickly brought your arms around your body to cover up. He only stared at you with amusement.

When the two of you arrived at the party, you couldn’t help but take a few deep breaths. It was a large party, after all, with hundreds of guests, bright lights… and people making out in the corner. Typical. You weaved through the crowd, trying to find your friend with Jacob trailing behind you. His eyes darted around at everyone surrounding him, making sure that no one tried anything.

He’s quite protective. Especially with you dressed up so differently.

Just as you were to turn the corner though, you ran face-first into someone’s chest. You widened your eyes, about to burst out into apologies but when you looked up, you were shocked to see that it was a familiar face.

Your ex-boyfriend to be exact.

The two of you had ended things peacefully. It took you some time to realize that your relationship wasn’t working out and it seemed that he had agreed. So, you both decided to break up, but there certainly weren’t any bitter feelings behind it. It was just a rushed relationship.

“Y/n?” He gave you a kind smile. “Is that you?”

“Hey!” You laughed. “It’s nice to see you.”

“Same for me too.”

Suddenly, a shadow loomed over the two of you. He looked behind you and then quickly glanced back at you.

“Is he your…?”

“What? Oh–” You turned around. “He’s my, uh– boyfriend.” Out of nowhere, the atmosphere began to feel awfully awkward. You had told Jacob about him before and you already assured him that he did nothing to hurt you.

“Hey.” Your ex gave him a polite nod. Jacob didn’t say a word back.

“I heard that you got a new cat?” You asked, remembering one of the pictures that he posted. But your breath hitched when you felt a hand sneak around your waist. Jacob’s hand. You turned to him, giving him a worried look. He only gazed back at you, but you could see behind his eyes a sense of uncomfortableness and insecurity.

“Oh yes,” The man laughed. “She’s the cutest. She loves fooling around.”

You giggled. “Perfect for someone like you.”

“I wholeheartedly agree. Actually, do you want to see some pictures? I took a lot so–”

Jacob suddenly clears his throat. The two of you immediately halted your conversations. When you turned back to him, he was now looking at you with a sense of urgency. You laughed nervously and leaned into Jacob’s side.

“I think that I… I might have to go.”

“Oh.” Your ex-boyfriend stared at the two of you. He slowly puts together the puzzle pieces and he backs off immediately. “Yeah! Yeah– of course. It was a pleasure catching up with you.”

You smiled and took Jacob’s hand. When you led him away, you tried to talk to him but the music and chatter were way too loud. So, you opted to take him into the backseat of the car where you could talk privately.

You faced him, still holding his hand.

“Everything okay?”

“Hm?” He turned to you, his eyes soft and almost… sad. “Yeah, yeah. Everything’s fine.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What is it?”

He gazed at you for a few seconds, biting his lip. Finally, he heaved out a sigh. “It’s just that– guy. Your ex.”

“What happened?” You asked gently. “I promise you that he didn’t make me uncomfortable. It was just a catch-up. He didn’t hurt me.”

“No, it’s not that.” He looked at you ashamed as he looked down at his lap.

“Tell me why, Cobie.” You tilted your head.

“The way you were smiling at him, and laughing,” He sighed. “You even playfully pushed him. I thought that you only did that with me.”

Your eyes rounded. “Are you… jealous?”

“No!” He exclaimed. He glanced away for a second. “I– maybe.”

“Jacob…”

“And I guess sort of… insecure? I don’t know. I’m sorry,” He pinched himself. “I’m sorry, this is stupid.”

“No, no it’s not. It’s not,” You cupped his face in your hands. “It’s okay.” He looked at you with softening eyes. “It’s okay,” You repeated, again and again. “I’m sorry. I should have noticed that you were uncomfortable and left right away.”

He frowned. “I don’t want to get in the way of your friends.”

“No, it’s fine. I would have been completely fine if I ignored him either way.” You reassured him. “Don’t be jealous, Cobie. I only love you.”

He pulled you into a chaste kiss. “I love you too. I love you. A lot.”

You giggled against his lips. You could still see a hint of unsureness behind his eyes though. So, you decided to peck him all over.

“I love you more,” You whispered. “Noone could ever be as perfect as you. Okay?”

“Mhm.”

You continued, even after he had started to smile. “You’re perfect. Your smile is better than his. Your laugh? More adorable. Your hugs? Always warmer.”

Jacob began to laugh, his cheeks beginning to flush. “Okay, okay. I understand.” He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your nose. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” You smiled. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. You’re perfect too,” He whispered. His gaze traveled down to your lips. “But would you say that my kissing is better?”

You gulped, staring at his lips. “Uh…” You were at a loss for words, completely distracted by his growing smirk.

“Oh, don’t tell me he’s better.”

“No,” You breathed out, your voice turning shaky. “You’re a–” You choked when you realized that he was only leaning closer. “–much better kisser.”

“Hm,” He hummed, satisfied. “Want more proof?”

Your heartbeat was drumming faster and faster. He was practically caging you in his arms, on top of you in the back of a car. As quiet as you can, your ears turning redder by the minute, you spoke again. “Yes, please.”

And he quickly dove in, kissing you like he meant it. Because he did mean it. You sighed against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck as you turned into putty under his lips.

You pulled away briefly to catch your breath. “Much– much better.”

“Perfect,” He whispered, smiling against your lips. “But I’m not exactly done.” He leaned in again. He’s always a sweetheart. But he’s also a bit of a menace when he’s jealous. Not like you’re complaining.

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