#and Now. Pat. is flirting again. helping him. doing things for him. teasing him. and you can tell its a dynamic they're used to

[breadbrobin]

campfire games

luke castellan x reader - percy jackson and the olympians

[established relationship, fem!daughter of ares reader]

summary: bets are fun, until they aren’t. you’re fine though. luke knows you’re an absolute badass.

warning: pushy male behaviour, suggestive comments, swearing, bets, threats, assault (physical), sexual harassment.

word count: 1.6k

(help i’m writing too many of these but this is the only other good one also feel free to leave requests yall i’m on summer break i have so much time and need something to do 🤩🤩)

(also i am still in love with luke castellan thank you very much I CAN FIX HIM PLSSSS)

(also very sorry to anyone named andrew it was the first name i thought of)

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there wasn’t much that your siblings in the ares cabin liked more than winning capture the flag, but watching you tear down another boys’ ego was definitely one of those few things.

campfires were great for many reasons. singing, marshmallows, games—and bets. when chiron and mr d. turned in for the night early, something that rarely happened, the bets would come out. guys would try and talk to you, your siblings would intercept them, find out what they wanted, then place bets among themselves and with other campers as to how long it would take you to tear them down a few notches, or, on occasion, tear them a new one.

clarisse patted your shoulder as two of your brothers talked to another camper. “incoming.”

“details?” you picked at the chipped red polish of your fingernails.

“son of apollo. been here for about two months. andrew. something about wanting to go on a date with you and thinking you’re prettier than the aphrodite girls.” she rolled her eyes. “he tried it on with me before and doesn’t like taking no for an answer, so break his spirit completely. or, you know, his bones.”

you saluted her teasingly. “yes, ma’am. you can count on me, sergeant.”

she patted your shoulder again with a joking grin. “good on you, private. godspeed.”

with that, she left you sitting alone.

well, not really alone.

luke castellan had somehow ended up as your bodyguard in all of these cases. probably something to do with the fact that you’d been dating in secret for the last three months. you weren’t a huge fan of keeping your relationship a secret, but when you’d told clarisse, she told you that her and your other siblings wanted to keep making easy money, and betting on me was the best way to do that. since everyone thought you and luke hated each other anyway, it was easy enough to keep it up, but as your mocking remarks turned to teasing, then to flirting, it was getting more and more difficult. and as he was getting more attractive each day, it was getting harder not to kiss him in front of everyone at camp.

you swivelled in your seat to look up at him. he was sitting three rows back, almost hidden in the darkness, a distinctly put out look on his face.

“you hear that?” you asked with raised eyebrows and a grin on your face. “he thinks i’m prettier than the aphrodite girls. when have you ever said that?”

“i told you you’re prettier than a model one time and you punched me,” he said dryly. “and then i said you look like a goddess while fighting and you punched me again.”

“in my defence, i did hate you at the time.” you shrugged. “got my back?”

“always.” he said seriously.

you grinned and winked at him as you turned around, waiting for the newest idiot to come annoy you.

luke had, once upon a time, been one of those idiots in your mind. he irritated you to no end. he was better than you at sword fighting, so you bested him at everything else. he was more popular than you, so you became one of the most well-liked people at camp. all of your attempts to break him down, however, only made him fall in love with you. now, there you were, wishing you could be sitting beside him instead of waiting for some loser to come annoy you to death.

“y/n, hey.” andrew said, sitting next to you, probably a little too close.

you looked over at him. “andrew, right?”

he nodded, his smile widening as you knew his name.

you sat up straighter and scrutinised him, looking him up and down. “yeah, you look like an andrew.”

you heard luke hide a laugh in his cup behind you.

andrew’s face fell a little, but he regained it quickly. “heard you were one of the best fighters in camp.”

“i am.”

“that’s pretty cool. i mean, i can help you become the best if you want.”

“no, i think i’m okay.”

“come on, i mean, everyone needs to improve. even the self-proclaimed best. bet i’m better at archery than you at least.”

you looked over at his smirk and had to stop yourself from smirking too. this would be too easy. “no. thanks, though. i’m good on my own. one of the best, remember.”

“you could be better. we should have a little challenge. a game.”

“i only play games with people i like.”

“you could like me.” he leaned a little closer. you leaned away slightly. “i bet i could make you like me.”

you had to stop yourself from laughing. “yeah, i don’t think so, buddy.”

‘buddy’ was usually all it took to break a man’s ego. you’d used it on luke many times during unusually flirtatious sparring, back when you still pretended to hate his guts. it didn’t work on him anymore, but it usually worked perfectly on everyone else.

andrew didn’t falter. “i bet i could. give me a chance. let me take on a date. show you a good time.”

“no, thanks,” you said calmly. your siblings were watching intently. clarisse looked ready to step in if you needed it. you wondered what he’d said or done to her to put her on edge. then you realised it wasn’t what he’d done to her. it was what he was about to do to you.

his hand was on your thigh, gripping onto the bare skin by the hem of your shorts.

his hand was on your thigh.

gross.

you looked up at him, eyes sharp. you could hear luke shifting slightly behind you. “what are you doing?” you voice was deathly calm.

“showing you that i can show you a good time, princess.” his voice oozed honey—sickly sweet and sticky, like a fly trap. good thing you hated honey.

“how about i show you how many bones there are in the hand? by breaking every single one.” your voice was equally as saccharine sweet, but your eyes were glaring daggers into his and your jaw was set tight.

he just shifted his hand higher. you tried to push him off but he was strong. annoyingly strong.

he tutted. “come on, sweetheart. you’re gonna make a scene.”

you finally managed to peel his hand off your skin. “i’ll make a scene, alright. get off me and leave me alone. and while you’re at it, leave my sister alone too.”

he raised his hands, a sickening, sleazy smirk on his face. “i was just being nice, princess. you and your sister need to relax. you especially. i can help you relax.”

“oh, i’d love that. you know how i relax?” you tilted your head mockingly, eyes hard. “i punch my enemies in the face.”

he laughed. “you’re cute. now, come on. it’s not like you’ve got anything going for yourself. i mean, you’re hot, sure, but no guys ever gonna look at you when they realise how much of a bitch you are. not like i will.”

you rolled your eyes and stood up. it was time to go and sit by luke. it grated at you, but if he wouldn’t listen to you, maybe he’d listen to another guy.

he didn’t let you leave. his hand gripped your wrist and pulled you back to him as he stood up too. you were chest to chest with him. he towered over you, at least six inches taller. you stepped back, but he pulled you in by your waist and laughed.

“look at how good we look together,” he smirked. “i could show you—“

you punched him in the stomach. he doubled over, finally letting you go, so you kneed his diaphragm. he gasped for air as you stepped back. your friend chris rodriguez whistled appreciatively.

“touch me, or anyone here, ever again and i won’t just hurt you.” you hissed at him. “i’ll beat your ass, then i’ll drag you past the boundary and leave you for the monsters. got it?”

he nodded, still hunched over.

“good boy,” you grit out.

“fucking bitch,” he grunted.

your eyes darkened, but you didn’t do anything. your siblings were right behind him, all ready to drag him away. “good luck walking tomorrow, andrew.”

“good luck finding a guy stupid enough to fuck you,” he scorned.

you laughed. “hey, luke?”

“yeah, babe?” he stepped down beside you, his hand settling on your hip and pulling you gently into his side. andrew faltered at the sight. he probably hadn’t even realised luke was up there.

“are you stupid enough to fuck me?” you asked with raised eyebrows.

he looked like he was trying not to laugh. “oh, i’m way past stupid.”

you didn’t care about any of your sibling’s bets anymore. you didn’t care that people thought you hated each other. you especially didn’t care that everyone was watching. you kissed him. and in front of the whole camp, he kissed you back.

your siblings groaned in disappointment, knowing their betting days were over, but you didn’t care. you smiled the stupidest smile ever as you pulled away, feeling like you’d just had your first kiss all over again.

“what?” he asked quietly.

“nothing.” you shook your head. “just glad we don’t have to hide anymore.”

after months of kissing behind buildings, pretending to fight in public and avoiding each other so people wouldn’t find out, it felt honestly freeing to kiss him in the open.

he kissed you again as your siblings dragged andrew away. “and all it took was an asshole.”

“thanks for not stepping in,” you said. “i had it handled.”

“oh, i know you did. i was more than happy to watch you destroy his ego.”

“good, because if you had stepped in—“

“i’d be going home in an ambulance?” he smiled.

“no, you’d be going home in a hearse.”

“ah, my bad.”

as the campfire kept burning, you sat down with luke. your legs were pressed against his and his arm was around your waist. there wasn’t much that you liked more than tearing boy’s egos down, but being with luke castellan was definitely one of those few things.

#luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #pjo x reader #pjo #charlie bushnell #luke castellan x you

[bloofinntoona]

Operation Saving Sallow

Word Count: 2.4 k

Themes: fluffy fluff fluff, Sebastian Sallow x f!reader, featuring the lovely friends you made along the HL games

Summary: A girl gave Seb candies laced with love potion. You were rightfully jealous. Your friends were there to help you solve the case.

A splash of water hit your face, small drops of water dripped down onto the sink, echoing through the empty bathroom. The old cloudy mirror in front you showed the absolute sorry state that you were currently in – hair tied up in a messy ponytail, lips chapped from the lack of hydration, the ends of your school robe muddy from being dragged through your journey around the highland. You smacked your cheeks a couple times, causing the skin to break into a rose-colored hue. It was a trick you read in a beauty book your mom owned back in London. Biting your lips, you wished it would somewhat create a red tint, hoping it would make your face appear livelier. Two students barged through the door, pulling you away from your thoughts. Shaking your head, you made your way to the Divination class.

You didn’t care about your appearance before, to be quite honest. Often times you ran around the school with gears that you found in a treasure chest somewhere deep in caves. There were nobody to impress anyway, you found prioritizing about your defensive capabilities benefited you more anyways. Things did slowly change when you took an interest to the infamous Sebastian Sallow. You thought of him as friends at first. He was an outgoing person and a notorious flirt, so you didn’t think much about the brunette. However, the constant owls you receive -- noting invitations to explore the forest and mines, Sebastian showing you the Undercroft where no one else other than Ominis knew, and going so far as introducing you to Anne, you couldn’t help but think that there were something quite special between the two of you. “I like when you put your hair up,” he said once during your study period in the library. From that point onward, you took a little bit of time in a morning to tie your hair, either in a ponytail or a bun.

Sitting down on one of the chairs in the Divination Classroom, you stared at the circular glass in front of you. A slew of students shuffled into the classroom, one of them is the popular Ravenclaw student, Emma Ainsley. Emma was probably the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen in the school, soft long blonde hair naturally swayed behind her, cute button nose, and a pair of beautiful deep-blue eyes. She was holding a boy’s hand, and it was none other than Sebastian. They were giggling about something, the students stared at them, whispering gossips and snickering to each other. You blankly stared at the orb in front of you, wishing that the glass would absorb you in and let you disappear.

“Well, that is not a sight you expect.” Natty took the seat next to you, setting her books down.

“Y/N, you look pale. Are you alright?” said Poppy, also taking her seat on the other side. Natty stared at the Hufflepuff, widening her eyes. Poppy shrugged and offered you a Chocolate Frog. “Do you want one?”

You flashed a weak smile before glancing at Sebastian again, now sitting together next to Emma. Merlin, You were convinced someone switched places with the boy overnight. The first thing that he would do before class started was to greet you, teasing you about missing assignments. You swore you never saw him talk to Emma before. It’s obvious that a boy his age most likely would develop a crush on someone, but you rightfully were taken aback when he confessed his infatuation with the Ravenclaw. Maybe, deep down, you wished you were in her position instead.

You let out a huge sigh, cueing Poppy to give you a tender pat on your back.

Lunchtime was not particularly appetizing that day. You toyed with the food on your plate, occasionally picking the grilled chicken and popping a bite in your mouth.

“That is it, I will press even if you don’t want to talk about it.” Natty faced you, arms crossed in front of her, “I cannot stand seeing you mope around the entire day.”

“We all know it’s Sebastian, right?” Poppy chimed in, taking a swing of pumpkin juice.

You covered your face with your hands, not wanting to see your friends concerned gaze. You sighed, again. You admitted, “Yes, it is Sebastian. I am at my wit’s end, I have no idea what happened and out of nowhere he is head over heal in love with Emma!” You quickly added, “It’s not like I’m jealous or anything… I just wished he would tell me before making a move on someone. I thought I’m one of his closest friend!”

“Oh, trust me, I’m lost too.” You heard a male voice behind you. Quickly, you whipped your head around to find Ominis looming over. The point of his wand glowing red.

“Ominis!” you exclaimed, “I thought you’d know something about this!” You scootched over, guiding the blonde boy to sit down next to you.

“Honestly, he woke up and all he talks about is Emma this, Emma that. I swear I was this close from pushing him out from the window.” He huffed.

“But that doesn’t make any sense,” Natty’s eyebrows twisted in confusion, “You can’t just love someone out of nowhere.”

The group was startled when they heard footsteps closing in in front of them. It was the man of the hour, Sebastian, with Emma clutching his arm. “Hey, this a good day, isn’t it? Shall we take a walk to Hogsmead later?” He grins. “But Sebbie, you promised that we would go together!” Emma pursued her lips and clinged on him harder. You had to muster your whole strength to not cringe from the scene in front of you, while Ominis visibly gagged from the scene. “Sorry mates, we’ll hang out later, yeah? I need to accompany my dear Em-em.” He cheered as they took a spot at the far side of the room.

“I think I ought to be sick.” You banged your head to the table.

“Count me in too. Just tell me when and I will gladly smack them both with my broom.” Imelda Reyes chimed in. Imelda and Samantha Dale popped in and joined the table. Samantha added, “But I think I know what happened.”

The group hurdled together, lowering their voices.

“Poppy and Ominis, do you remember what we brew during the potion class couple days ago?” Samantha questioned, eyeing her two classmates.

You could sense a lightbulb turned on in Ominis’ mind, “Amortentia!” he shouted, immediately being shushed by Natty, “The love potion! That’s it! I remember I saw chocolate candy wrappings on his bedside table last night.”

“Ohoho, seems like our own so-called Slytherin finest is getting the poisoned!” Imelda cracked out a cheeky snicker.

You let out a relived sigh. By this point, your feelings had beaten your rational thoughts. Yes, you were beyond jealous to see another girl putting her hands all over Sebastian. And yes, you had taken a keen interest in Sebastian Sallow. You’d hate to admit it, but you can feel the whole group knew about it already – judging by the way they immediately shot you coy smiles.

“Now you don’t have to worry again, my friend.” Natty giggled, wrapping her arm around your shoulder, hugging you close.

“W-worry about what?” You blinked, a nervous smile plastered on your face.

“All right now, we’ll deal with this together.” uttered Samantha, “We got your back, Y/N.”

“Okay team, the rundown of Operation Saving Sebastian as follows,” Imelda proudly proclaimed as Ominis groaned, earning a smack from the girl, “Ominis and I will find the candy wrapper and report it to Professor Sharp. Samantha and Poppy will distract Emma away from Sebastian. Natty and Y/N, you will ask Sebastian for a duel and knock him out.”

“Do we really need to knock him out?” you questioned.

“Well, it does say on my notes that a good night sleep is the best way to significantly reduce the potion’s effects…” Samantha shrugged, followed by the team. You felt bad, it’s like the group collectively agreed that Sebastian’s a bit of a knobhead.

You heard Samantha and Poppy were able to convince Emma that they need to tend the mooncalves after the Magical Beast Class. Poppy did earlier rambled on about how one of thee female mooncalves was pregnant and need extra care.

Both you and Natty found Sebastian sitting in front of the fountain at the Transfiguration courtyard, smiling while looking at the sun. You heard him muttering about how the sky was as bright as Emma’s eyes. “Hey there, Sebastian.” You approached the love-stricken boy, “I’d thought it’s been a while since we went on a duel. Care to indulge me and Natty?”

“Well, I was waiting for Emma, but a duel does sound enticing.” He nodded as he followed the two girls. You mentally facepalmed – even a love potion didn’t stop this boy from his obsession with duelling challenges. Natty also gave you a look, this is the boy you have a crush on?

Lucan, as usual, was elated that Sebastian, Natty, and you were up for a duel. After all, the three students were the top of the club. It didn’t take long until a small crowd of students gathered around the duelling courtyard. You stood next to Natty, as Sebastian took his stance at the opposite side.

“Too scared to face me alone, eh?” He taunted, starting the duel with a basic cast aimed to you. You rolled your eyes and casted Protego and Stupefy followed after. Sebastian dodged the spell before being lifted up by Natty’s Levioso. You casted another rounds of basic casts before he dropped down, immediately casting a Depulso to Natty, pushing her back.

“I wished Emma can see me win!” Sebastian shouted.

That was it, the nail on the coffin. You swore you would take this lightly, “Just knock him out a bit.” You heard Samantha’s voice in your head. Yet, this whole day was frustrating enough for you. Using your ancient magic prowess, you lifted a small box and hurled it to Sebastian, hitting it against his head. The crowd went oooh! as Sebastian was rendered unconscious, comically slamming his body down on the floor, limbs sprawled everywhere.

Lucan immediately rushed to the Slytherin boy, “The winners are Natty and Y/N!” he shouted, “… and somebody should bring Seb to the hospital wing!”

“We’ll do it, Lucan, thank you.” You shuffled closer to the body on the floor, hoisting him on your shoulder. Natty joined you in a jiffy, grabbing Sebastian’s other arm around her shoulders.

“You didn’t need to go that far!” Natty whispered, although you saw her fighting a smile.

“That’s what he get for breaking my heart.” You both laughed as you travelled to the hospital wing.

You laid down Sebastian on an empty cot, explaining to the nurse that it was a duelling mishap. The nurse shook her head and mumbled about getting us a detention. You couldn’t care less, at least now the plan is almost done.

“Sebbie! What have these two brutes done to you?” You and Natty tensed as you heard Emma burst through the doors, running towards Sebastian, “Oh my dear, I am here for you!”

Emma looked at you. If looks could kill, you’d be dead by now. “Why are you here? Move aside, I’m his girlfriend!”

You stuttered, “W-well, I’m his… friend.” You felt very stupid right now.

Just before Emma could utter other word, you heard several footsteps approaching the cot. Professor Sharp stood over the cot, presenting the candy wrapper to Emma. “Care to explain what this is?” He questioned. Ominis, Imelda, Samantha, and Poppy followed after, curious about how the story unfolded, you’d wager.

“I-it’s, uh.. I-“ Emma jumbled her words, trying to salvage the situation she was in.

“Save it, Ms. Ainsley, I shall see you in detention this evening. I shall also deduct some points from Ravenclaw.” Professor Sharp shook his head, “I’m very disappointed in you.” Emma ran out of the hospital, wailing.

Suddenly, you felt a hand squeezed yours. Sebastian groaned loudly, blinking a few times in confusion. “Why is everyone here?” He looked around, “Why am I in the hospital wing? Did something happen? Ouch!” The boy yelped as he felt a tender spot on his forehead. You shrugged and gave him an apologetic look.

“Mr. Sallow, do you recognize this?” Professor Sharp placed the candy wrapper on Sebastian hands. The brunette inspected it and muttered, “Yes, Emma Ainsley gave some candies. Said she got extra from Hogsmead. I remember they tasted weird though…”

Everybody was silent as Sebastian glanced over the candy, and then to Professor Sharp. “Oh,” the wires in his head were now connected, “was it laced with Amortentia?”

“Ten points for Slytherin.” Professor Sharp said sarcastically, “ I can’t believe I should tell you fifth years to not eat candies from strangers,” he sighed, “although, I suppose getting one unconscious is the best way to minimize the effects, yet I don’t see the need to bruise the person.”

“Sorry…” you squeezed Sebastian’s hand back.

“Well, I shall leave you all to it.” said the Professor as he walked away from the room.

“You owe us!” Imelda laughed -- The group collectively nodded.

“I think the true lovebirds need some time alone, I’d say.” Natty voiced her friends’ thoughts. They giggled, leaving Sebastian and you alone. You flashed a smile to the group, making a mental note to treat them butterbeer sometime in the future.

You grabbed a hot towel next to the cot, pressing it against Sebastian’s forehead. He winced, “Care to explain this?”

“Natty and I bested you on a duel and… I accidentally used my ancient magic, hitting you with a box?” you grinned, “I’m sorry, I was taken over by my emotions.”

“Emotions?” Sebastian smirked, “What do you mean?”

Your face was as red as a tomato at this point, “Nothing, forget about it!” you were about to get up before he held onto your robes.

“You injured me, I think you owe me an explanation still.” He smiled widely, probably enjoyed seeing you flustered like this.

You bit your lower lip, murmuring, “Do you actually have special feelings for Emma?”

Sebastian faked a gasp, “Perhaps I sense a jealousy?” You glared at him, earning a laugh from the boy, “No, I do not have feelings for her.”

You looked away, lips forming a huge smile. The two sat there for a while, hands intertwined. Sebastian’s thumb stroking your fingers. “So..” he broke the silence, “I believe a compensation is in order for bruising my head.”

You sighed as you leaned forward, planting a gentle kiss on the red spot. You guess Sebastian wasn’t expecting it, seeing how red his face became.

Maybe the days ahead wouldn’t be so bad after all.

#sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x f!reader #sebastian sallow #seb being stupid as always #natsai onai #natty #poppy sweeting #ominis gaunt #imelda reyes #samantha dale #professor sharp #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy #hehe another one of my rambles

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Distracted pt 2

<- First Part ~ Next Part? ->

MINORS ONCE AGAIN BEGONE

It’s finally here! First post of 2024, took me long enough.

ANYWAYS enjoy! Thanks for waiting for me. I love you guys.

A month went by after your… meeting with Sebastian in your room. An entire month. While you knew that wasn’t going to be a regular thing you figured something would’ve changed, maybe some light flirting here and there but no it went right back to the way it was for him. Daily tasks, chores, cooking and tending to the young Lord. Thats what your days were filled with. You sigh to yourself as you think about the events that happened between you two, the heat in your cheeks becoming obvious to anyone around. Thankfully you were alone right now. You pat your cheeks and mutter to yourself for being so easy for this man, not to mention now that it’s happened you can’t help but imagine what he meant by breaking you.

“Trust me darling, I’d break you…” echoed in your head, your cheeks becoming hotter and spread through to your ears and core.

Fuck. Not again.

You can’t be distracted again so soon, yes it’s been a month of you sneaking a self session or two but Sebastian satiating you only made your hunger that more intense when it came on. You glance around, the library was hardly used during this time of day unless the young lord wasn’t finished with his studies. Nobody would be coming. Not for awhile at least. It wouldn’t hurt to sneak one here right?

Right?

You shake your head and slap your cheeks. What are you thinking?! Anywhere outside your private quarters is unforgivable and you’d be fired on the spot if someone heard or found you. Can’t risk that, you’ll just wait for tonight to try and silently tap one out. As you exit the library you cross paths with Sebastian who was making his way there. You give him a soft smile and he stops walking to speak with you.

“Y/n. How is your day going?” He asks

“All is well. I just finished dusting the library and I’m now moving onto the windows.” as you explain what you’re going about doing you swore you saw Sebastian’s eyes dart to your lips. He was probably just listening, right? Probably.

“You’re working efficiently today. No distractions?” He teased and you immediately break out into a blush, not like your previous one hadn’t died out yet. “S-Sebastian!” You whisper as you try and hide your face from him. How embarrassing.

“Perhaps your distractions are worse now, hm?” He lets himself be amused about how easy you were to fluster. There you are, a mess in front of Sebastian. You felt your panties become wet from your excitement from the thought and tease. “P-please don’t tease me. It makes things difficult..” you admit, figuring that it was probably best to just be honest with the man. His eyebrows raise ever so slightly and a grin creeps onto his lips. “I’ll only do it when appropriate.” He walks past you and into the library to do whatever and you rush the opposite direction

You sigh as you continue about your day, assisting the others with tasks and it seemed like they were having a very….how do you put this? Shitty day, nothing was going right for them and you found yourself cleaning up more than you were helping. Your calm day was now hectic and tedious. At least you weren’t stuck in your head anymore, that was a plus. But it was obvious with all these set backs, not only were your three coworkers stressed but on top of that you all knew Sebastian was getting fed up.

That evening, while the others were getting extra work put on them as punishment, you were able to actually enjoy some alone time around the manor. You were doing another last sweep with your eyes to see if there was any last minute things you could do before heading to your quarters for the evening. Passing the grand staircase, the familiar statures of the Young Lord and Sebastian were walking down. You move out of their path and give a respectful bow of the head. “Young Lord, where are you off to at this time of night? Do you need me to fetch a coat, it is quite brisk outside.” You offer, awaiting the reply.

“I’ve been summoned for the evening for a mere meeting. It’s quite the pain. Sebastian will fetch the coat.” He said plainly, obviously not wanting to leave he comfort of his manor for this meeting. As Ciel declared that he would wait in the carriage Sebastian took this brief moment to speak with you. “Y/n, I must thank you for helping clean up those buffoons’ multiple messes. You assisted me a great deal. Keep up the good work.” Praise from Sebastian was no simple feat so your night was made and you decided to go to the bath and celebrate as well as you could with the alone time you knew you had in the servants area.

To your disappointment you found out that your own fingers weren’t enough for your hunger. Sure you got off but it wasn’t what you craved. You needed something, well someone inside you. The sleepless nights began from there out. You slept, but not much. Another week passes and you’ve been going about your daily routine in hopes you’d collapse from exhaustion sooner or later. The same routine with barely any events or excitement. Sebastian was still distant and busy with his own duties to pay much mind to you, the only thing you’d get is a greeting and maybe a few words exchanged throughout, as well as the occasional glance or two. Those glances gave you hope that he was still interested in you.

It was finally your turn for the bath and you couldn’t have waited any longer.

You ran your water.

Undressed.

And stepped into the tub.

A satisfied sigh leaves your lips as you began to slowly touch yourself in the bath, you couldn’t help but try again to not only relax yourself but pleasure yourself. You finish faster than normal yet still hungry for more, nevertheless you finish up your bath rather quickly afterwards. Stepping out of the bath room you return to your own room. You dress into your nightgown and lay in your bed trying to get warm quickly due to your damp hair catching every chill in the air.

You fall asleep.

You were woken up by the most subtle knock at the door, you flutter your eyes open as you heard the last few knocks and you rub your eyes and sit up quickly. Did you oversleep?? It was still dark. You hurry to the door and open it to see the figure of Sebastian standing in front of you.

“If I want some more fun. You’ll hear a knock. Now rest.” Echoed in your head as you look up at the red eyed butler.

“Good Evening.” He simply says, his voice lower and softer than usual.

“H-hello. Good Evening. Is all well?” You ask shyly as you step aside to invite him in. Watching as he enters your room you couldn’t help the thoughts flooding your mind. Your body reacting to his presence, you bit your lip as you wait for a hint, a confirmation, something to give you the okay to jump this man here and there. Sebastian looked over his shoulder before turning his body towards you. “I do hope I didn’t..” he began. His hand moving to unbutton his tailcoat. “..bother you.” He finished.

Oh my God.

His eyes were eating you alive. Those red orbs just drinking you in. Your body reacts immediately, soaking through your panties yet again, your skin getting goosebumps, the hair standing on the back of your neck. It was hitting you hard and he was only looking at you.

“Y-you’re never a bother, Sebastian. W-what can I h-help you with.”

Shit you’re stuttering. You wanted to sound flirtatious there. So much for that.

A low growl of amusement leaves his throat as he takes off his tailcoat and gloves. Watching this man strip the most basic clothing was the most attractive thing you have ever seen. “Don’t tell me you forgot what I said last time, Y/n.” The same echo plays.

“If I want some more fun. You’ll hear a knock.”

You remember that the knock was extremely subtle but yet, you somehow heard it while deep in sleep. Is that what he meant? No matter. He’s here now, undressing in front of you. Looking at you. Wanting you. You eye him up and down and you breathe deeply. “Would you like some assistance with your clothing?” You ask, miraculously without stuttering or stumbling your words. His eyebrow raises and his arms lower. “Please.” He simply says and you close the distance and began to undress this man. His skin smooth, cold, and gorgeous. You drink him in. Knowing if he came here on his own accord, you were about to get wrecked.

“Enjoying the show, dear?”

Wait did he really just use a pet name? No…Really? You take it without saying anything.

“Very much so..” you breathe out. Soon you feel two hands on your waist, gently grabbing your gown. “May I?” Ever the gentleman. “Of course.” You look up at him and his gaze sends another shiver down your entire body. The cold night air graces your skin and you couldn’t help but react a little to the suddenly exposed. Your arms hugged your body as you tried to get accustomed to the air around you, before you could a pair of hands grab your arms “Are you getting bashful on me or are you merely chilled?” He looked amused. You couldn’t help but grin ever so slightly. “Warm me up please?” A request? Are you insane? You’re lucky enough that Sebastian was here in the first place and not you’re making requests? “Well, since you asked so politely.” He replied. He is voice barely a whisper as he lifted you to the bed, your legs naturally wrapping around him as he placed you down. You didn’t want him far anymore, you needed him close, inside you. The lust you had for him was almost unnatural, yes you’re a horny bastard but it’s not ever this bad for one sole person. As handsome as he is, there was something threatening too. But none of that mattered in this moment, his hands dancing across your bare legs, teasing as he gets closer to your undergarment protecting your center. You didn’t realize the breath you were holding until you let it go from anticipation, your legs already beginning to tremble from his touch. “Darling y/n, you’re this excitable?” A subtle scoff of amusement escapes him as he began to take off your panties, a trail of your ‘excitement’ connecting you and the small piece of cloth as he slid them down. Your eyes meet his as he throws them aside, finally touching you. You bite your lip as he began to rub circles on you, your eyes rolling behind your eyelids. “Eyes on me.” He commanded lowly, you obey and look right at his red orbs that seemed to be glowing, you must already have the fog from pleasure and are seeing things a little funny…

You somehow stifled a moan when his fingers entered you and began to stroke your walls in a magical rhythm. You can’t already be building that fast, that’s just not fair. He could feel your body react and tighten round is long fingers. You were hopeless. “There’s the filthy girl I know” he says right as you’re inching towards your climax. “Don’t cum yet. I’m not finished.” Don’t cum? Excuse me? You do your best to hold it off but any flex or attempt you tried only made it feel better which obviously didn’t assist in any way. Your legs tense up and you bite your finger to hopefully hide the fact you just came. His eyes looked annoyed almost as he slipped his fingers out. “Tsk tsk, you can’t do one simple thing for me?” He asks and stands, all amusement vanished. “I-I’m sorry.” You mutter out between soft breaths. “Looks like I’ll stop playing nice then.” He undid his pants and got his cock into his hand, no words were exchanged just a simple look and you knew what he wanted. You moved and took him in your hand, stroking in a steady rhythm, hoping, praying you were starting to please him back, he made no sound of pleasure. Not a grunt not a sigh not even a twitch. You grit your teeth and part your lips, taking him into your mouth. “Good girl.” There it is. Now you got your praise, you’re happy. You bobbed your head and looked up at him, he looked regal almost with how he was looking down on you. His palm placed on the back of your head as he pushed himself deeper into your throat, almost making you gag on his length. A few more very difficult strokes of that and he released you from that torment and pushed you back onto the bed. “Take it like a good girl now.” He effortlessly slid inside you as he pulled your hips close. You gasp and put your hands over your mouth to suppress any unholy sounds that threatened to escape this room. He immediately began to pound your wanting pussy, reaching deep into your core and sending waves of euphoria through your body. How can someone feel this good? How can one person be so addicting? It was supernatural almost.

With one hand holding your hip and the other moving your hand away from your mouth, his perfect hair that was always in place, was slightly messier. “Let me hear those filthy little noises you try and hide.” Did he want the other staff to hear?? You still attempted to remain semi quiet as humanly possible as he ravaged your walls. As hot as it was you’d like to not have your coworkers know of your lewd sounds in the midnight hours, especially for WHO and why they came to be. That embarrassment may just kill you if anyone said anything about it.

Sebastian on the other hand didn’t like this ever so slightly louder moaning you’ve given him. Knowing you were holding back his quirked an eyebrow and moved the hand on your hip to your lower stomach, pushing a bit. This made his presence inside you that much more noticeable and you gasp at the sudden sensation change. It was intense, almost too much so. Dizziness taking over your mind as your eyes roll back once again, feeling a grip on your jaw, making you look at him once more. Fluttering your eyes open, seeing this visual come into focus was enough to send anyone to the pearly gates happily. He was enchanting, his figure over you, somehow glowing yet just too dark to make out many details below his waist, his glowing eyes piercing your soul and his melodic voice commanding you to be such a good girl for him. Your core yet again started to build another climax as your body temperature began to rise with the build. “You’re going to hold out for me this time, understand?” This was definitely a command and you did your best to obey. Adjusting your hips slightly so it wasn’t so much, at this point it was hopeless to not let those pornographic sounds leave your throat, you’ll just accept your fate with the embarrassment. As well as you were doing, pacing yourself as much as you could and trying to prevent another premature orgasm you kept building. “S-Sebastian please I-“ barely able to breathe out as he looked at you. “Beg for permission then.” His unamused gaze hurting your pride as you began to beg for your life. “Please Sebastian allow me to cum… I need to do bad and I- I can’t hold on m-much longer, I’ll be a good girl I swear it. Please let me cum.” The slew of words trailed out your mouth and flooded the air. Seemingly pleased with this begging he gave a single nod and upped his pace, the steady building became a rocket launch and you were thrown over the edge, your body tightening and all air leaving your lungs as you let out a long moan into a pillow you were able to grab in the process of it all. Sebastian fucked you through your orgasm and your entire body felt hot, like you were on fire. Again, how can someone feel this way? So perfect?

Without a moment to catch your breath, you felt your body flip onto your stomach, “on your knees.” He wasn’t done with you. As you obeyed and got on all fours he pushed your head down into the mattress below you. He slid right back into you without another word, picking up pace quickly afterwards. You thought it was intense before but this was a new level, thanks to whatever God that was looking out for you for the pillows and sheets that were stifling your noises. Although even with your moans muted the absolute vulgar sounds of both your bodies were filling the room, surely leaking into the hall. You’ve never felt such bliss though. Body on fire and mind like putty, you just prayed you could withstand this enough to pleasure him in return. Silent as ever he was, just breathing slightly heavier than his usual daily sighs. You looked back at him and his eyes were devouring your body, how it was reacting to him and just how good you were being for him. You didn’t move nor shy away from his intense pacing, you just took the borderline abuse. He slowed, coming to a bearable pace and allowing you to catch your breath. Your gaze unwavering from him as you two finally met eyes. “You’re doing much better than anticipated, yet it won’t be enough at this rate.” Blunt as always. “W-what do you mean?” You asked with dejection in your voice. Why weren’t you enough? Was your pussy just not pleasurable to this man?? “I do need you to be able to walk, I’d rather not have to find a replacement for you while you recover.” He explained, how could he hurt you that bad with just sex? I get being sore and maybe having to slow your walking pace a little bit not to the point of recovery time. You feel his cock slide out of you, a soft sigh of pleasure leaving your lips one last time as you sity on your now very dirty sheets.

“I’d hate for you to not finish…again..” you look down at your hands, embarrassed by your lack of skill. The sounds of clothing getting put on filled your ears, then along came a soft scoff of amusement. “Y/n, it’s perfectly fine. I appreciate your concern for my pleasure, but this was simply a test on how far I could push you without harming you. You impressed me, not the other way around.” In disbelief you looked up at him and you were met with his gentle smile that melted anyone lucky enough to witness it. “Now get some rest.” Not this again. He walked over and placed his lips onto your forehead, leaving a gentle kiss on your skin. Suddenly you became extremely fatigued, no exhausted and fell asleep right then. You fought it, you didn’t want to not at least walk him to your door like a decent human but alas, it overtook you faster than you could process.

“Rest”

That was the last thing you heard echo in your mind as you fell into darkness.

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Yay! You made it! Thanks again for waiting for long for this, I appreciate each of you. I still get notifications from the first one and I am so beyond touched with love and support. LMK if you want this to be a little series or something.

Bye!

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[princessconsuela120]

✯FOREIGN FANCY ✯

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Summary: when you traveled from France to Scotland, you didn’t imagine to meet the charming Sirius Black.

Warnings: None, it’s just fluffy.

Authors note: so I lost the request, but this was a requested fic! Excuse my French, it’s not the best but I tried, enjoy!

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“OI, PRONGS, CHECK IT OUT.” Sirius said, excitement in his tone as he scooted next to James. The school was all gathered together in the great hall for lunch, and no one missed the new girl who was sorted promptly into Gryffindor this morning at the sorting ceremony, as a 6th year. “The new 6th year. She’s in our potions class too, and sat next to Evan’s and McKinnon.” Sirius wiggled his eyebrows, nudging James as he looked over at the new girl with excitement. You was now sitting with Lily Evan’s again, your face lighting up with all of the gossip Lily was sure to be telling you.

“Yeah, what about her?” James asked, raising an eyebrow at Sirius’ excitement. “Didn’t she transfer in from Beauxbatons?”

“She did.” Sirius replied, elbowing James with a teasing excitement.

“A foreign girl, go for it Pads.” James said, patting Sirius on the back causing Remus to roll his eyes.

“You are both dogs.” He grumbled, making Sirius scoff.

“Oh, what you want her Moony?” He teased, turning to see Remus with a smirk on his face.

“What if I do?”

“Back off she’s mine!” Sirius barked, taking one of Remus’ dinner rolls and throwing it at him. Remus huffed with annoyance, rolling his eyes as he turned to Sirius.

“She’s a new student Sirius, I’m sure she’s already anxious enough. She doesn’t need you making it worse.” He explained, but Sirius had already been making his way out of his seat.

“Too late, I’m already introducing myself.” Sirius said, quickly making his way over to where the girls were sitting. You had gotten up from her seat, walking toward the back of the room to probably get ready for your next class. So of course, Sirius followed you out.

“You can do this Padfoot!” James called after him, giving Sirius a surge of confidence. He leant against the wall behind you, fixing his hair before greeting you.

“Bonjour mademoiselle.” He flirted, causing the new girl to turn to him, an excited glimmer on her face when she heard the French he spoke.

“Ah, bonjour monsieur. Enchantée, Je m’appelle y/n. Parles-vous francais?” (Ah, hello Mr. Nice to meet you, my name’s y/n. You speak French?) you greeted in response, Sirius face immediately dropping as he blushed, laughing nervously to himself.

“Ha, I don’t actually speak French. I just know bonjour and mademoiselle.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. You couldn’t help but giggle at his adorableness, making him smile at you in response.

“That’s quite alright. Lucky for you I speak English as well.” You replied, a sweet smile on your face that made Sirius melt.

“Very lucky for me. So you’re a Gryffindor eh?” He asked, referring to your new robes that you wore.

“Seems so. I guess I brought my courage with me to Hogwarts.”

“That’s not all, my friend Peter’s barely courageous at all and he got in.” Sirius said nonchalantly, causing you to raise an eyebrow at him.

“That’s a very odd thing to say about your friend.” You questioned, making him shrug in response.

“Eh, he wouldn’t mind. I’m Sirius by the way.” He introduced, holding his hand out as you took his hand.

“Y/n. It’s a pleasure.” You said, shaking his hand. He leant down slightly, placing a chaste kiss on the back of your hand.

“The pleasure is all mine.” He replied, a deep blush now burning on your cheeks.“I don’t suppose you need a friendly face to show you around the building?” He asked, making you turn to where Lily sat at the table.

“Actually, Lily Evan’s already offered to..”

“Eh, she won’t mind.” He interrupted, linking your arm with his. It took you by surprise as he led you both out the door. “Over here, my favorite, we have the one-eyed witch statue. I didn’t tell you this, but this exact statue leads to the cellars underneath honeydukes.” He whispered, causing you to raise your eyebrows at him with surprise, making you giggle at his excitement while describing the school. As the journey continued he made sure to tell you about all of his adventures, reminiscing on when he and James snuck out with the invisibility cloak, or when they first discovered the spider cave just outside the forbidden Forest. Sirius had managed to convince McGonagal to let you miss the day of classes to get accustomed to the castle. The marauders were outside for beasts class, both Remus and James rolling their eyes when they spotted you clinging to sirius’ back as he took you on a tour around the outskirts of Hogwarts, on his broom.

“He’s totally whipped.” Remus replied, throwing a few pellets of food to the niffler in front of him. James rolled his eyes, nodding in agreement as he lifted the niffler, attempting to take back the coins it stole from him.

“Oh yeah. Totally whipped.” James grumbled, failing to take back his coins, and instead getting knocked on his feet as the niffler shoved a few more of James’ loose change in his pocket.

#sirius black fluff #sirius black imagine #sirius black x reader #sirius black headcanons #marauders x reader #sirius black

[cultofdixon]

It was worth it

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Impatience is real. Stubbornness as well. Daryl just wished he took the damn thing from you before you decided to let your one brain cell act impulsively • SFW/NSFW - Implied smut / Nudity • TW: Minor Injury

Requested by: Anon

Daryl wanted to test his bike out before going on recruitment runs with Aaron. He trusted his build enough to have to girl test it out with him. Y/N always loved the motorcycle rides they went on back during their prison days so she wasn’t turning this down.

“Yea ready?” The archer watches his girl step out of the house they were given in one of the town house strip.

“Yup! I didn’t really bring much. Think we can find some things while we’re out?”

“If we run into a place, yeah. But thought we’d enjoy a quick ride”

“Oh well. We are in the wrong place…” Y/N smirks swaying in a playful manner making her partner’s face turn best red instantly.

“I hate you…”

“You love me” She smiles bringing herself close and kissing Daryl feeling his arm wrap around her with his hand trailing down. “Mmm…” she hums against his lips before parting. “Maybe I can go for a ride later”

“Mm. If the bike doesn’t take us out out there” Daryl chuckles lightly feeling her lips return to his for one more kiss before finally getting on his bike.

After Abraham let the two out of the community, the ride went smoothly. Daryl did a good job with building this bike and he was enjoying himself that he got to do something he enjoyed in the old world…and with his girl.

The two stopped at a small strip and rummaged through some of the stores as Y/N found herself in a small convenience store. Daryl stood outside lighting himself a cigarette and keeping an eye out for anything while she went through it. He dropped the cig when he heard her scream inside.

“JACKPOT!”

Daryl quickly ran over to Y/N seeing her hold up a jar of peanut butter which made his annoyance show instantly.

“Seriously?”

“Bitch. It’s the creamy kind too. Not the gross crunchy one you found last week”

“The things I do to satisfy my girl and she disses it” Daryl scoffs playfully, helping her stand from her crouching position. “Remind me not to bring yea back anythin’”

“What! Just because I wasn’t happy that one time?!”

“You can’t tell when I’m teasing huh?”

“Oh I can tell…just. In bed” Y/N smirks making her man blush to her words before she exits the building squealing happily.

The archer did one last sweep of the place for anything useful to the rest of their community, watching Y/N struggling to open the jar where she stood beside his bike.

“Wait til we get home, and I’ll open it there”

“I’ll open it. But yeah this deserves the comforts of our home. In bed”

“Not in bed. Why yea eating in the bed?”

“I can be lazy if I want. You ever heard of breakfast in bed?” Y/N questions him watching the confused look return. “Remind me to spoil you one morning. But fine I won’t eat this in bed”

“Come on crazy girl. Let’s go home” Daryl took the jar from her hands seeing that death glare of hers come out. “Turn around. I’ll put it in your bag”

“You better!” She playfully threats listening to him scoff once again, feeling her backpack shift which meant he actually put the jar in her pack. “Thank you”

“Mhm” Daryl zips up her pack before resting his hands on her hips a second as he leaned into her from behind kissing her cheek. “Now come on” he pats her butt in a playfully manner as she did the same to him when he approached his bike. “Seriously?”

“I’m not the only one with a fine butt”

“Stop” Daryl rolls his eyes getting on his bike and feeling the shift when Y/N got on and wrapped her arms around his middle.

Once they returned, the jar of peanut butter was forgotten about given the two returned late and Daryl had about enough of his girl’s flirting. The second he stepped off his bike after Y/N and kicking the kick stand up, Daryl took her face into his hands smashing his lips firmly against hers. She was taken back by the action before wrapping her arms around his neck continuing to kiss her man.

“Mmm—“ Y/N pushes him off gently. “I ain’t strippin’ in the streets, D”

“As much as that would be a show, only I get to see yea naked” Daryl quickly picks her practically running up the small stairs, and kicking the door open.

When he past the threshold, Y/N kicked the door closed before slipping out of his arms to rid herself of her clothing. She slowly backed away from him as every article of clothing of hers fell to the floor. Daryl didn’t know to take her right then and there or grabbing her and carrying her the rest of the way to their bed.

“Like what you see Dixon?”

“Always”

“Then come and get me, sunshine” Y/N smirks using the nickname for her on Daryl which somehow riled him up as he quickly closes the distance picking her up and taking her to bed.

A few hours pass and Y/N stretched some of the soreness of her body out as she got up in the middle of the night. Or morning rather. It was still dark out but her body was telling her to get some water. After a couple rounds with Daryl, she needed much more than just water to recuperate. Maybe a day of sleep. She quietly slipped out of the bed feeling the wobbling in her legs that made her stumble. He was not gentle.

Y/N decided that since he wasn’t shy about leaving his bruising mark on her that it’s only fair for her to wear his shirt and boxers while she went to get water.

“I feel like…I’m missing something” She whispers to herself and then remembered.

The peanut butter.

That’s when Daryl stirred when he heard commotion happening in the other room. He felt the empty space beside him and knew it was just Y/N. Probably getting water…maybe she’ll figure out how to get ice for the claw marks stinging on his back. He suddenly flinched when he heard Y/N curse loudly in the other room.

“The fuck she get into…” He groans getting up and out of the bed, grabbing his sweats from the other night that were still on the floor of the room slipping those on quickly.

The archer enters the room seeing the back of Y/N on the couch as he can hear the satisfied humming from her. She finally got to eat her peanut butter. Since he was up he decided to get himself water and as he reached for a glass he noticed blood on the counter.

Daryl stopped reaching for a glass and checked if it was fresh or dried and it was definitely fresh.

“Hey, did yea make yourself a peanut butter sandwich and nicked yourself or something?”

“No?”

“Then why is there blood…” Daryl turned to his girl seeing her in a huddled position on the couch with her arm holding the jar of peanut butter and not her hand. For obvious bloody reasons. “Oh my god. What the fuck?!”

“What!” Y/N yells back as she scoops another spoonful of peanut butter with her uninjured hand and immediately eating it.

“Why are you so fucking calm?! Your hand is a geyser!” Daryl snaps grabbing a towel off the kitchen counter and walking toward Y/N about to wrap her hand when her whole body retracted. “Hey now, you’re fucking bleeding”

“I am well aware” Y/N hissed when he tried reaching for her hand again. “It’s just a scratch”

“That’s a goddamn flesh wound!”

“And?” She scoffs clearly ignoring the fact that she was bleeding a lot, granted her mind was elsewhere. “Can you hand me those?” She pointed with her foot to the crackers on the coffee table, seeing Daryl’s extremely confused face. “Fine. I’ll grab it”

As Y/N grabbed the crackers from the table after setting the spoon down, she went back to her huddled position on the couch now eating the peanut butter with the unsalted crackers she took from the pantry the other day.

“You’re starting to piss me off”

“Why? I was hungry. Couldn’t open it. Found a way and now we are here” Y/N laughs slightly as she continues to eat like no issue was happening, even if her hand started to sting a bit.

“Y/N. You should go see the doctor”

“I’m sorry, last I checked this is my stab wound. Not OUR” She waved a cracker around before scooping up some peanut butter with it. “Now let me enjoy my peanut butter IN PEACE—-before I get blood on my crackers”

“You are getting blood on your crackers though”

“Huh” She looks at the situation in her lap. “Well at least it’s my blood” and went back to eating.

The next day crawls in and Aaron decided to visit their residence to ask about the ride they went on yesterday. He knocked happily and was met with Y/N in the same attire she was wearing last night. Daryl wears practically only black or dark clothing. Aaron couldn’t see the blood stains. But he did notice the heavy bandage on her hand.

“Oh no what happened?” His worry caught Daryl’s attention as he approached the door to see Y/N give it a good thought before smirking.

“Vigorous love making that involved a bit…” Y/N leaned in a bit. “of knife play” she whispers watching Aaron’s face flush which made her laugh as she made her exit back inside the house. Leaving the two to share a bit of awkward silence.

“Y/N went to stab the lid to her peanut butter jar last night and missed the first time”

“Oh…thank god it wasn’t the other thing”

“Mm. She was lying about the knife play. Not the other thing” Daryl smirks deciding that was the end of that conversation closing the door on Aaron.

Leaving the poor guy traumatized.

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction

[seospicybin]

MAKE A WISH.

Changbin x reader. (s,f)

A chapter of Pied Piper.

Synopsis: It's his first serious relationship but Changbin fears that he likes you more than you like him. (8,1k words)

Author's note: Happy birthday to my Leo king, the Seo fine, Seo hot, Seo Changbin!

Changbin knows that his time as a university student is about to end soon.

Tonight, he wanted to soak himself once again in the experience of being one by attending a party and this would probably be the last one he had before the stressful time of university life.

The house is crowded with people, a few of them greeted him as he makes his way to grab a drink. It's not hard to navigate through a party like this, the waterhole is always located in the kitchen.

He mixes various alcohol into his cup when a girl approaches him, "Hi, I haven't seen you in a minute!" She says, with a hand on his shoulder.

Changbin only needs to see her once to know she's one he had a flirt with but he remembers she was dating someone at that time.

"Hey, yeah, nice to see you!" He nicely replies.

She eyes the drink he's making, "can you make that two?"

"Sure!" He answers, he planned on going to make a double for himself though.

He makes the drinks as fast as he can and hands her a cup, "Here you go!"

She holds his hand instead of wrapping her hand around the cup, forcing Changbin to hand it right to her hand.

"Do you want to—"

"I'm going back to my friends," Changbin cuts her off and brings his drink with him.

If that girl talked to the old Changbin, he wouldn't pass the chance on talking to a girl, probably taking her to his room to get some privacy and taking things further from there.

He's a changed man now. He's dating a girl and has been dating her for almost a year now. In conclusion, Changbin's time as a campus' heartbreaker is over.

He makes his way back to the living room where all of his friends are gathered. They're shouting at his return with whistles and excessive cheers.

"There goes our retired player!" One of them says.

Confused, Changbin thinks he missed a few things or two while he grabbed his drink.

He ignores him and sits on the sofa, taking the joystick from his friend, "Is it my turn to play?"

He plays a round of video games while the others are talking about this guy who is the new campus' heartbreaker. Funny that he used to try so hard to sustain this image and now he just doesn't care at all.

"So who's this new player?"

"Some guy from film major."

"I still think Bin is the most attractive," his friend teases, going for a kiss at him.

Changbin immediately pushes him away and continues playing video games.

Another one of his friends joined the circle and eggs into the conversation, "Are we talking about the new pretty boy?"

"No, I told you Bin is prettier!" The other friend insists, aggressively supporting him by patting his muscular arms with both hands.

He shrugs him off, "Get lost!"

"I just came back from the film screening thing and I thought it was I saw with your girlfriend," his friend says while munching on a bag of chips.

That makes his ears perked up at the mention of you and a film screening, you said you're going to that thing since you helped them with the posters.

"What do you mean?" He snaps at him, giving the joystick away to the friend sitting next to him.

"I thought the guy she was with is you but he's prettier so..." he continues laughing instead of explaining the details.

"What do you mean by seeing her with someone else?" Changbin gets a little impatient so he grabs the bag of chips so he can properly answer his question. He's not offended by their comments on his look, he's more concerned about you being seen with someone else.

"Whoa, chill!" He says with both hands up in defeat.

"I saw them leaving the screening together so..."

The thought of you going home with someone that is not him makes his blood boils and he wastes no time to grab his car key.

He couldn't drive faster and skipped taking the elevator, climbing the stairs instead to get to your floor. By the time he's standing by the door of your apartment, he's panting and his neck is covered in a sheen of sweat.

He's way past knocking, he's banging on your door, losing senses the longer the door is left unanswered.

Not long after, he hears you faintly complaining from behind the door.

"...coming! Oh, God!"

The second he hears the door clicks and unlocked, Changbin comes barging inside without greeting you first.

"What is it? A sudden inspection?" You joke while locking the door behind you.

Yet Changbin keeps walking further inside and going into every room, searching for something.

You trudge back to your room and sit on the edge of the bed, watching him go into the bathroom.

"Where is he?" He asks as he returns to your room.

"Where is who?" You innocently ask back.

He stands in front of you with his arms crossed in front of him, all serious with a crease formed between his eyebrows.

"I don't know," he slightly shrugs.

"Perhaps, some guy you picked up from the film screening thing," he answers with anger woven under those words.

You lowly chuckle and lean back on the bed, "you mean Lee?"

He doesn't get why you are so calm on admitting that some guy drove you home. Instead of answering you, he shrugs again.

"He left," you simply answer.

Again, he's not seeing any sense of guilt in you and it infuriates him.

"He only gave me a lift home. Nothing else," you assure him.

However, your answer is not quite put him at ease.

You scoot forward on the bed to reach for him, pulling him close by hooking your fingers on the belt loops of his jeans, "Can you relax?"

He uncrosses his arms, then takes your hands in his, "Why didn't you call if you need a ride home?"

You look up at him and softly smile, "You said you want to hang out with your friends so why should I bother you?"

"What's the point of me being your boyfriend if you can't even call me to give you a ride home?" He argues.

You look away and let his hands go, climbing onto the bed and making space next to you for him on the small bed.

"Get in here!"

Usually, Changbin would easily soften around you but not tonight.

Seeing that he decides not to obey you, you heavily sigh and look at him, "I'm having like... excruciating period cramp right now and that's why I asked Lee to give me a ride home so I can take an Advil or two then get some rest. When I was about to sleep, my boyfriend came, banging on the door, and barged inside, thinking that I hide some guy in here."

You laid out all the facts right to his face that he got speechless, feeling bad for every second that passed in silence after you stopped talking.

You let out another big sigh and angrily brush your hair to the back, "Now, he's trying to pick a fight with me instead of getting on the bed like I told him to and giving me back rubs to make me feel better."

Changbin certainly picks the worst time to pick a fight with you if he chooses to continue but what he said earlier are coming back to him. What's the point of being your boyfriend when he can't comfort you?

He takes off his shoes without his feet then climbs onto the bed, tucking into the space next to you on the bed that is too small for two people.

"Now that's my good boy!" You say with a smile as you snug into him, putting his hand on the arch of your back.

Changbin puts his arm around you and rests his other hand on your back, "you want back rubs?" He softly asks, in contrast to the loud and stern voice he used earlier.

You nod as you place his hand lower on the arch of your back, "there."

He slips his hand under your tanktop to start giving you slow, back rubs with his big, warm hand, "like that?"

You nod and put your hand across his chest, nuzzling your head further into his neck.

A short fuse, that's what you've said about him once and Changbin admits that he easily loses himself to his temper. Thankfully, he got you, you know how to defuse him before he gets to explode and obliterate everything around him.

Now he sees how the two are compatible with each other, you're the water that could tame his wildfire.

"I'm sorry," he mutters.

"For what?" You ask without looking at him.

"For being a jealous boyfriend," he answers without a beat. It's not his first time and surely not will be his last, you get used to this situation at this point.

"An overly jealous boyfriend," you correct.

"Yeah, that," he agrees with a low chuckle and plants his mouth on the top of your head.

You tilt your head and hold his jaw to briefly peck his lips, "Why are you so jealous, mmh?" You ask after with a gentle swipe of your thumb over his lips.

This question has come up more than a dozen times during the year-long relationship and he can list the reasons why.

Firstly, because it's you and he can't find anyone else like you, someone who can tolerate him and all of his shortcomings.

Secondly, because this is his first serious relationship. Changbin used to jump from one girl to another without any sort of attachment but now, he's committed to one girl and he hopes you are just as committed.

Thirdly, it's not much about jealousy. Yes, he's a jealous person but lately, Changbin feels like his love is not being reciprocated well. He worries about you a lot, he clings to you more, he cares for your well-being more than he cares for himself and he's not being presumptuous, his friends often said the same thing, that Changbin seems to be the one who loves you more than you do to him.

He's been keeping that to himself because maybe he's overthinking it but maybe after what happened earlier, you'll get it why.

"Do you still like me?"

You let out a chuckle, "all of a sudden?"

He lowly groans at you, "Just answer it!"

"Of course, yes."

"Yes, what?"

"I like you," you mutter without looking at him.

"Do it right!" He fusses and forces you to look at him.

You lift your head and properly look him in the eyes as you say again, "I like you so much," you emphasize the words to convince him.

He holds the back of your neck and stares back into your eyes, "how much?"

You stifle a laugh and place your hand on his neck, "are you suddenly doubting my feelings for you?"

There's no use in lying when you can see right through him and he looks away, ashamed of himself.

"I mean..." he stops rubbing your back, "you never even cared where I am or what I'm doing."

You turn his head toward you and raise an eyebrow at him, "Yeah...?"

"Have you ever gotten jealous at all?"

"Jealous of you?"

"Yes."

"Doing what exactly?"

Changbin doesn't want to sound so full of himself but you force him to explain himself, "Just because I'm dating you, doesn't mean that the girls would stop coming at me."

You lean in close at him, "Which means...?"

He licks his lips in annoyance, "At any day, a girl can come and snags me from you."

You snort and chuckle into his neck, making Changbin more annoyed than before.

"Are you sure you would be laughing when you see me with another girl?" He asks with a frustrated sigh.

You kiss his neck and laugh again, "You want me to keep you on a leash is that what you're saying?"

He laughs because that sounds like what he's truly asking you to do, "yeah, I'd like that than nothing at all," he half-heartedly says.

You close your eyes and put your leg over his, rubbing your foot against his shin, he likes it whenever you do that.

"I already put you on a leash, Bin," you say.

Now he gets confused. What leash? Because all these times, you've been letting him run free and do whatever he pleases.

"But it's invisible," you add.

You open your eyes and chuckle looking at his confounded expression, "It's called trust."

Overlapping his body with yours, you put half of your body over his and plant your chin on his chest, "I trust you that your head won't turn to any girls."

That makes him feel like an idiot for not doing the same thing to you, he guesses it's his insecurities and that now he's no longer the campus' heartbreaker, he doesn't have anything to sustain his ego.

"I'm always worried that your head will turn," he meekly says.

You hover over his face and peck his lips, "that's because you don't trust me."

"I trust you," he hastily replies.

"It's the men whose heads turned at you that I don't trust," he says in defense of his remark.

You look into his eyes without saying anything and he believes you have something to say to him but chooses not to tell him, you shake your head and rest your head on his chest again.

"Come on, say it!" He dares you by nudging you with his shoulder.

You take a breath and look up at him, "that sounds like you need constant validation."

When you put it like that, then yes, that's what he asks of you, a constant validation that you indeed like him and Changbin doesn't care if that makes him sound pathetic.

"You don't want to do that for me?"

You laugh because you thought that he was joking but when he doesn't laugh along, your laughter fades.

"You want me to tell you how much I like you... what? Like every hour every day?" You ask with eyes widened in disbelief.

Changbin chuckles because it makes him seem like he's asking a lot from you, "you don't have to tell me," he's starting to run out of words to explain what he wanted from you.

"It's the way you treat me. I want you to treat me like how much you like me," he blurts out.

You process his words for a moment and Changbin instantly regretted the way he harshly delivered his answer, even to himself.

Slipping your hand into his hair, you softly smile at him and ask, "Is that what you want?"

It scares him how you calmly handle the situation and it makes him feel bad for being such a demanding boyfriend.

"Yes," he replies.

"Okay," you simply answer.

You are always so calm and composed like a still water, at times, he's afraid to even dip his fingers and makes ripples.

"Okay," he meekly says back.

Flashing him another smile, you lower your mouth on his and kiss him, slowly yet deeply. He would never get tired of the taste of your lips, it's like honey, pure and divinely sweet.

"Can you please rub my back again, baby?" You nicely ask after.

Those magic words are enough to put him under a spell, as of this moment, he'll do anything you ask of him. What can he say? He's a fool for you.

One thing is Changbin needs to know how much of a fool are you for him.

-

From the past relationships you had before Changbin, you learned that men don't like to be smothered with attention.

You get used to letting them freely run around the place as long as you knew they'll be back to you. They're grown men, after all, you're not obligated to take care of them 24/7.

However, Changbin is a whole different case. He mistook your complete trust as ignorance, when in fact, you care for him, you miss him when he's not around and with his past as a player, it's hard not to worry that he'll hop back on his old, bad habits.

That's not his fault and it's entirely yours for not showing it through actions or maybe you're just bad at it.

You do like Changbin, you like him very much that you think it's not just 'like' anymore.

Just like this morning, you get panicked not finding him sleeping next to you. You force yourself to open your eyes even though they're still heavy with sleep, you grope around the bedside table for your phone and call him.

Changbin doesn't pick up so you hang up and try again, it's very unusual for him to leave without telling you. The fear that he might be still angry from last night starts to creep in.

After a while, you hear the faint sound of his phone ring tone getting louder and then someone unlocks the front door.

Changbin comes into the room not long after with both hands full, "can't answer the phone," he concisely explains.

You sit up on the bed and scoot to the side, clearing a space for him to sit.

"What did you buy for breakfast?" You're eyeing the brown paper bag in his hand.

He takes a seat next to you and excitedly shows you what's inside, the smell of something freshly baked wafting around the place.

It's a big cookie from the bakery across the street, he surely knows that you like it very much that he woke up early to get it for you.

You gasp as you get ahold of it, "and it's still warm."

Taking a bite of the cookie, you chew with a smile on your face as the sweetness fills your mouth and lifts your mood in an instant.

You break a piece and feed it to him which he eagerly eats. He hands you your usual iced coffee but you take the one in his other hand, "Can I have the hot one?"

"Sure," he simply answers, "but I already have a few sips."

"Even better," you say and do not hesitate to take a small sip of the hot coffee.

Both of you take turns taking a bite of the cookie even though there's another piece inside the bag. He gladly eats from your hand while sipping his coffee and put it away after.

"Feeling better now?" He asks, putting an arm around your shoulder.

You nod and shove the last of the cookie into your mouth, washing it down with a big gulp of coffee. You look down and gently dust the crumbs on your tanktop, catching Changbin looking at your clothed mounds.

"Glorious aren't they?"

It's as if you snapped him out of his daze, "Huh?"

"Period boobs," you take his hand and make him feel your breast through your white tank top.

Changbin accidentally nudges your other breast and makes you wince in pain.

"Oh? Why?" He asks in horror.

"They're so tender, very sensitive," you share and move his hand to slowly rub it around your clothed nipple, showing him to touch you.

You let his hand go and let him touch you however he wants, you rest your head on his shoulder, looking down at his body with your hand touching his toned body against his black t-shirt.

You've never been that big on muscles but seeing his body with all those muscles contracting whenever he does certain things, oh... it's enough to make you salivate.

You glide your hand up to wrap it around his neck and tilt his head so you can kiss him. Didn't mean to get things on but you find yourself kissing him so hard with you desperately bringing his face closer and closer to deepen the kiss.

Changbin is only answering to your need when he wraps his arms around you and pulls your body close. However, the condition you are in wouldn't let this happen.

Reluctantly, you pull away from the kiss.

"Ugh!" You groan in frustration.

He pecks your lips and holds your face close with his fingers under your chin, "what?"

"I'm so horny right now," you bluntly admit with a pout, "but we can't do anything about it."

He glides his hand down the curve of your body and squeezes the flesh on your waist, "why not?"

You giggle as he glides his hand lower to your ass and kneads on it, "It's like a murder scene down there, you don't want—" You stop yourself from continuing.

You kiss him again in the hope to suppress the urge to rip his clothes off, it's a wrong decision but too late to stop doing it. What do you have to lose but a little sanity as he kisses you down the pillow?

You push him away and giggle as you dodge away from him going for another kiss.

"Oh, man!" You groan again, even more frustrated than before.

"You have to go, mmh?"

He checks the time on his phone and nods, "I have class in an hour."

You pout at him, fisting the front of his shirt in your hand, "Well, I have nothing to stop you from going."

There's the disappointment drawn on his face, you don't have to be a genius to know that he wants you to make him stay, beg if you have to.

You pull him close by the front of his shirt and hastily kiss him, "I'll let you go," you say between kisses, "after a few more of these."

No matter how much he wanted to, he has to go with time passed and he has not much left to get ready for class, "I'll see you later, mmh?"

You place a long peck on his lips and smile, "Okay. See you later, Changbin's lips," you playfully say.

You peck him again and gently squeeze his biceps, "and Changbin's muscles," you add.

It's only 8 in the morning, but you know your day is already made as his infectious laughs are filling the room that you can't help but laugh along with him.

"Thank you for breakfast," you mutter before forgetting to tell him your gratitude.

Changbin presses another kiss on your lips before leaving the door. You continue eating the cookie on your bed and continue working on your plan for his birthday next week, texting some of his friends to help you with a few things.

There's so much to do but thankfully, now you know what to gift Changbin on his birthday.

-

"I have to finish the painting today."

Changbin wouldn't bother you if it wasn't his birthday today. These past few days, you've been so distant, always busy painting or doing other art projects you take part in.

"But it's my—"

"I know," you cut him off.

"I'll finish this and be there as soon as possible," you explain without any hint of regret in your voice.

No apologies, no birthday wishes whatsoever, you don't even try to make excuses.

It seems like his birthday doesn't mean anything to you but another day where Changbin has to ask for your affection. He hears his friends calling for him and telling him to come hurry since they've been waiting in his car.

"Don't make your friends wait, Bin," you tell him.

He sighs in defeat, knowing that he can't keep forcing you to do what he wants. You are your own person and there's nothing he can do about it but... accept the fact that maybe he likes you more than you like him.

He swallows air as if he has just taken a big pill of truth.

"Okay," he simply answers.

"Have fun, okay?"

"Yeah."

His friends don't talk much during the drive to the bowling alley knowing that Changbin is not in a fine mood despite most people usually are when it's their birthday.

"Just because it's your birthday, doesn't mean we'll let you win," his friend tries to light up the mood.

The joke turns sour with a glare shot at the backseat through the rearview mirror.

It's not working to elicit his competitiveness when it comes to his favorite sport, bowling.

As they enter the alley, it's weirdly empty that Changbin thought they entered the wrong place. It's quiet and dim with a dull, blue light lighting the room.

"Is this right? Why—"

His friends push him further inside before he can continue speaking and in a second, neon lights are flooding the room, blinding him in the process.

Changbin has to squint to see a group of people coming at him with a birthday cake and candles lit on top. He doesn't recognize it at first until he can see close enough, the person carrying the cake is you.

"Happy birthday!"

A wide grin plastered on your face, knowing that you've successfully fooled him into thinking that you missed his birthday.

He gets so overjoyed that you're indeed remembered and here to celebrate his birthday together, not to mention, got all of his friends involved in it too.

"My hands are getting tired," you whine, holding out the cake closer to him so he can hurry and blow the candles.

Instead of focusing on the cake, he's looking at you with the glow of candles cast upon your face.

"Don't forget to make a wish!" You remind him.

Once he closes his eyes, everything becomes clear to him, his wishes and what he needs to do to make it come true.

He opens his eyes to see you still looking at him with a smile on your face.

"Come on! The candles are melting!" You grumble.

He hurriedly blows all the candles off and gets the cake away from you to hand it to someone else.

You throw your arms around him, let him whisk you, and give you a spin as you squeal in excitement.

"Happy birthday!" You wish him again with a long kiss.

"You got me good!" He says as you wipe your lipstick off his lips.

"Well, it's a surprise!" You answer with a triumphant smile.

The celebration continues with a few rounds of bowling where you refuse to go against him, and insist on being in one team with him.

It's you and him against a group of his friends, you both lead with a few points. It's Changbin's turn to bowl, you kiss him good luck.

"Let's win this!" You mutter.

He confidently smirks, "It's a win already!"

This is his game, this is what he's good at and it's his birthday, he doesn't need to look to know it's you cheering for him.

He can feel the victory within his reach and he knows he'll become it, he confidently throws, earning doubles.

You come running and jump at him, lucky that Changbin is quick and strong enough to catch you, holding your body against him.

"We won!" You squeal before lowering your lips on him.

There's excitement but Changbin feels another thing too, it makes his heart beat faster and heavy, and he feels the need to let something off his chest.

As you pull away from the kiss, he decides that it's time.

"I love you," Changbin blurts out.

You giggle in response, probably thinking he said those words out of sheer excitement of winning the bowling game.

"I love you too," you say back with a long peck on his lips.

Here he thought that saying them is hard but he didn't know that getting those three words said back to him would be this easy.

But then why this doesn't feel like a victory at all?

-

The party was a huge success.

You're sitting on the passenger's side with a heart so full even though you're not the one having a birthday today. It's also possible that it's because of something else.

Although, it's weird that he stayed quiet the whole ride to your place. You don't want to ruin this just because something is gnawing inside you.

There are plenty of things to do for the rest of the night. Pushing the button to your floor on the panel of the elevator, you corner him to the side and put your arms around his neck, clinging to him just like he wanted you to.

"Did you like it?"

He rests a hand on the arch of your back, "what?"

You lean in closer, leaning an inch of space between your lips and his.

"The birthday party I threw for you?"

He slyly smiles as he glides his hand lower to the curve of your ass, slightly hoists you against him, then kisses you so deep that you almost lose your footing.

You laugh against his lips, "So? How was the birthday party?"

He pecks your lips before answering, "I like it," he shortly answers.

Not the kind of response you expected but again, you don't want to ruin such a good night. You lean in close to his ear and seductively whisper, "You're so hot."

"You've only realized it now?" He asks that signature half-smirk of his.

You grab at the collar of his shirt, "Want you to throw like that bowling ball," you playfully share.

You both burst into laughter in unison and not realizing that the elevator door slides open and a couple of people enter the shared space.

It's your luck that it only forces you to corner him more, pushes you to get closer to him. Mischievous, you whisper into his ear again, "Can't wait to rip your clothes off."

Seeing his uneasy eyes glancing around, afraid people might hear what you said to him makes you want to tease him more.

With your body shielding your hand gliding down the front of his body, you silently stroke his crotch while looking at him through your lashes.

You stand on your tiptoe and purr into his ear, "I want you, baby."

His Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he looks down at you, "we're almost here," he lowly says, taking your hand away from him to hold hands with him.

Changbin steers your body out of the elevator the second it chimes open, wrapping his arms tight around you.

"You bad girl!" He mutters into your ear as he pushes you up the door of your apartment, kissing you so hard to stop you from laughing out of satisfaction.

"It's your fault for being so hot," you playfully respond.

The plan was you're showing him his birthday present first but with this much desire due to the lack of sexual interactions for these past few days makes you crave each other that there's no need for words when your bodies know what they want.

Your hands freely roam around his body, touching and feeling all of his muscles against his shirt, smooth and firm under your touch.

His hand slips under the hem of your dress to knead on your ass with your leg resting on his knee, an arm holding the nape of your neck as he kisses you hard.

"Gosh! I want you so much," you sigh against his lips.

Lowering your hand from the opening of his shirt to the waistband of his jeans.

"Can I?" You ask with a sultry voice.

Usually, you would go for what you want and you bet he knows it too. Tonight is an exception, you want him to make you work a little for it so you can show him how far you'll go for him.

It seems to be a surprise for him too that you ask for his permission. He shot a smirk at you and asks, "Do you want it?"

You eagerly nod, "Yes."

"Yes, what?" He raises an eyebrow at you.

"Yes, please?" You correct your former answer.

You slip your hand under the waistband but stop yourself from going further, setting the limits yourself.

"I want it, Bin," you sigh with a hint of desperation in your voice.

He squeezes your thigh as he presses a haste kiss on your lips, "how much do you want it?"

You keep gazing into his eyes with his face merely inches away from yours, "very much."

"Yeah?" He puts your hand inside his jeans and lets you wrap your hand around his hardening length.

"I can show you much I want it," you tell him with your thumb circles the tip of his cock.

You press a kiss on his neck then drag your mouth close to his ear, "with my mouth."

Changbin likes being the one giving than receiving, tonight, you want him to be on the receiving end. He never asks for it but you know how much he likes it when you get down on your knees with your mouth open for him.

You sit with your legs folded under you close to the end of the bed where Changbin is sitting with his legs open. You take your time working open his jeans, building the already heavy tension in the room.

There's no better way to show how much you want him than by offering yourself to please him, or in this case, your mouth.

You take his hand and let it glide around your face, neck, and chest. You draw it close to your mouth to take his index finger in your mouth, giving him a taste of what's coming for him.

"Is this your new trick?"

"New and improved," you answer with a sly grin.

Before you start, you unbutton his shirt and part it open to reveal his muscular upper body, you raise your body to kiss him and from there, continue the kisses down his body.

You kiss his magnificent pecs and down his abs.

Slowly wrapping your hand around his cock, you lower your mouth to take him little by little. The last time you took all of him, you found yourself gagging non-stop that it's embarrassing to even remember it.

You remind yourself to take it slowly, taking him as much as you can and using your hand to compensate for the rest you can't take.

How to give a good blow job? First, you have to enjoy giving it and that's what Changbin is seeing. You tangle his hand in your hair to let him tug at it and maintain eye contact with him.

"Taking me so well," he coos with a tender caress on your cheek.

You manage to put on a smile with your mouth full of him.

"Is this how much you want me?" He asks with his hand resting on the top of your head.

You respond by heartily taking him more, sucking him harder, and delightfully humming as you enjoy pleasing him. His head is thrown back as a raw groan spilled out of his mouth and his hand tugs at your hair, a little too hard but that only tells you that you've been doing things right.

Although your mouth is getting tired and sloppy, you refuse to stop when you know he's close to his release.

As if he hears your mind, he tugs harder at your hair and repeatedly mutters, "So close, baby, so close."

You keep going, closing your eyes while reminding yourself to breathe. You put your hand away and take him as much as you can, knowing that he's close.

A while later, you feel his warm bodily fluid filling your mouth, shooting the back of your throat so that you almost choke.

Slowly, you pull him out of your mouth and open your mouth wide, sticking out your tongue to show him the white of his seed inside.

You stare into his eyes before swallowing it all down and putting on your brightest smile for him after.

"How did I do?" You softly ask him, resting your head on his thick thigh.

Changbin crashes his mouth against yours, taking whatever is left in your mouth to taste himself on you. His tongue slithers in to deepen the kiss and by the time he lets go, you gasp for air.

He lets you rest your head on his thigh and that way, he can endearingly brush your hair to the side as he finally, "So good!"

-

There's something different about you tonight.

Changbin meant it in the best way. You're so needy, so clingy, always asking his permission for everything when you would just do anything you want because whatever it is, he would like it.

Probably it's the talk you both had a few days ago that caused this change and he did want this but he also wants you to feel free to do as you please.

Nothing good ever came out of force and Changbin realized that he can't force you to do things you don't want, things that go against your nature.

So what if he likes you more than you like him? Changbin should feel lucky that he finds you, someone who can tolerate his nature of short-temper and stubbornness, who can accept his past and patiently handle him in both good and bad times, on top of all that, you reciprocate his feelings in your own way.

"Bin? Baby?" You softly call.

It snaps him out of his head as his eyes land on the sight of your naked body laying on the bed. That soft skin invites him to touch you all over while that smile calls for his lips to kiss.

"How do you want me, baby?" You ask, crawling on the bed and sitting facing him.

There are so many things crossed his head the second that question was asked, he can't settle on one.

You slowly lower your body on the back, lying on your back, and put your hands around your head.

"Like this?"

Changbin stands at the end of the bed, still unable to choose one out of the many options.

Then you turn over on the bed, getting on all fours and exposing your rear to him.

"Or like this?"

He's at a loss of words as you look over your shoulder with your hair curtained the frame of your beautiful face, smiling at him while moving your body back and forth on the bed, enticing him with the sight of your wet cunt.

Changbin settles with the simplest option which is to be with you, it doesn't matter whether he gets that physical satisfaction or not, he wants to be with you, wholeheartedly.

He climbs onto the bed and crawls over your body, carefully, settling his body on top of you.

"Of course, you choose to take me from behind like you always do," you lowly giggle as you look at him.

"A man of principle," you mutter before letting him kiss you.

He kisses you deep with one arm propped against the bed to prevent him from putting all of his weight on you. From there, he makes a long trail of kisses down your body.

You let out a soft moan for every kiss he planted, on your neck, shoulder, down your spine, on the back of your thighs. You start to fist the sheet as he uses his mouth to dive into your wetness, making you even more drenched than before.

"Want you so much, baby," you mutter as he stacks his body on top of you again.

Changbin is more than eager to make that happen for you. Putting his hands on each side of your waist, he slowly pushes his cock inside you from behind as you quietly whimper in both pain and pleasure.

"Do I feel good, baby?" You ask as he lowers himself on you again.

His arms make two pillars on each side of you and gently kisses you before answering, "Always."

You're about to say something when he lowers his mouth on you again.

"You feel good inside me too, baby," you tell him.

He starts thrusting into you, slow yet intensely deep. He curves an arm around your neck to angle your head, tilting it upward so he can place a long peck on your lips.

You moan against his mouth as he steadily pulsates his hips into you at a steady pace.

"So deep inside me, baby."

He looks at your blissful face with your eyes closed, humming in pleasure.

"Mmh... so good!" You murmur again as you pull him for a kiss.

The sexual chemistry you have for each other is unparalleled but this, being one with you, connecting and bonding, is nothing like he ever felt before.

It's like a newfound pleasure that he knows he'll rarely get in life, it's special.

You turn your head to look him in the eyes, "You're going to cum for me, right, Bin baby?"

He grabs your chin and slightly parts your mouth open before kissing it.

"I'm going to make you cum first before doing that," he says with a smirk.

"Hot and a gentleman too. What are the odds?" you say with a seductive smile.

Changbin picks up the pace and launches himself deeper into you. The skin-slapping sounds grow louder in the room. You can't contain your moans anymore, you let them spill out of your mouth as your hands claw at the sheet under you.

He looks at your face basked in unadulterated pleasure with your eyes locked in a gaze with his and a soft smile that doesn't waver even for a second.

"I'm so close, baby," you tell him.

He hastily kisses your lips, leaving them wet when he pulls away.

"You can let go," he mutters with another haste kiss.

You turn your head to the side, clutching at it as you're getting closer to your high. He can feel it from the way you keep clenching around him, sucking him deeper into you that he can sense his release is coming closer as well.

You plant your mouth on his big arm to muffle your moan as waves of pleasure wash over you, whining as Changbin keeps riding past your high.

Using his forearm as a pillow to rest your head on, your body slouching on the bed while you're relishing your high.

"Cum for me, baby," you tell him, in case he's wondering if he's allowed to continue or not.

Your hand finds his on the bed and clasped it together as he thrusts you at a restless pace, drowning himself in the way your walls flutter, tightly wrapped around him.

"Please, baby, please?"

As if he needs you to plead to make him cum when you always know how to make him aroused with your seductive words and lewd noises you make.

"Please, cum inside me," you whine with eyes screwed shut, jutting your ass for him to provide him more depth.

He groans as his cock buries to the hilt inside you and it only takes him a few more thrusts to finally cum.

He collapses on top of you, spooning your body with his big arms wrapped around your neck. He tilts your head to kiss you, your face, and the nape of your neck.

"I love you," he silently mutters under his breath and hurriedly kisses you, pouring all of his heart out through the kiss.

Changbin doesn't care if you don't say it back.

He loves you and that's all you needed to know.

-

The sound of you scrambling off the bed can be hard.

The sounds of you running out of the bedroom is even harder to miss. He opens his eyes to find you returning and grinning as you notice he's awake.

"Where are you going?" He asks while rubbing the sleep of his eyes.

You come back to bed and crawl over to him, "I was thinking of waking you up with your birthday present."

That gets him intrigued but confused him as well because he counted the birthday party you threw for him as a present already.

And for the sex, Changbin counted it as a heavenly sent.

"You have a birthday present for me?" He asks.

You sit on his lap and lean your back against his chest, "yes, but it's so heavy to take it here," you share.

He raises an eyebrow, forming a puzzled look on his face.

"It's a bowling ball," you tell him with a wide grin.

Changbin presses a kiss on your cheek, "Thank you, baby!"

You turn your head and put his arms around you, "you don't sound excited," you pout.

He rests his head on the crook of your neck, catching the scent of yours and his mixed together in the fabric of the shirt you're wearing.

"Because I'm more excited about being a loving boyfriend to you," he answers.

You coo as you softly scratch his bedhead, "look at you! A heartbreaker turned a committed boyfriend," you say with an impressed smile.

Changbin captures your lips in a closed-mouth kiss considering that he's just woken up.

You tighten the arms around you and put your hands on top, "and I'm going to be a super caring and clingy girlfriend," you jokingly say.

"That's what you want, right baby?"

He jerks his head away to glare at you and purses his lips, "That's not what I meant. I—"

"Oh? You changed your mind again?" You hastily conclude even though he hasn't finished talking yet.

He tickles your sides, making you jolt on his lap, laughing. Once you calm down, he continues speaking with a rather soft tone.

"I was wrong to say that you didn't treat me right and I'm sorry," he sincerely delivers his apology.

You smile at him and nod, "Apology accepted."

He leans in to kiss you and not letting you break the kiss with his hand steadily angles your head his way.

"What was that?" You ask out of the blue.

Changbin immediately thinks that he did something wrong or bad. With a panicked voice, he tries to calmly ask, "What is what?"

"Last night."

So that means the sex? The one where he thinks it's heavenly sent?

His first thought always goes to his performance.

"Was it bad?" He slightly stutters.

You softly kiss his hand "No, it's oh... so good," you answer with a dreamy sigh.

That, he agrees. He can let out a breath of relief at that.

"But..." you add and his heart stops, afraid that it's going to be the worse part of it all.

You look at him and say, "It was so sweet."

Changbin smiles at your words, that means he's successfully delivered his profound feelings for you. He places a long, lingering kiss and his heart quakes inside his chest.

The more he trusts his feelings, the less afraid he is to say it.

"I love you."

You put your hand in his soft curls, "what did I do to deserve hearing those words twice in less than 24 hours?"

Here he thought that you didn't catch the first one or more like, he feared that you take it as a joke. It takes him aback that you did take them as they are, a confession deep from within him, from the bottom of his heart.

"It's supposed to be your birthday but why you're the one giving me a special present, mmh?" You ask while softly scratching his head with your fingers.

You rest your head on his shoulder and softly kiss his cheek, "I love you, Bin."

It's like a dream to hear you say those words back to him that he takes quite a long time to convince himself that he's alive and awake.

"I want to be with you as long as..." you stop yourself from continuing and decide to leave it for the future to finish the sentence for you.

You gently nuzzle your nose in his neck and decide to end it with those three words again, saying them in utmost sincerity and steadfast conviction.

"I love you."

Hearing that still feels like a dream, but the way his heart shrank whenever he hears it is prove that this is real. That somehow makes him feel like you love him more than he loves you.

Good thing that Changbin is a competitive person.

He shakes his head in disagreement and confidently remarks, "No, I love you more."

-

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[intoxicated-chan]

Dead of Night

♡o。.✿ฺ Paring // Alejandro Vargas x F!141!Reader

♡o。.✿ฺ Summary // You and Alejandro sneak off base on night, what turns into passion turns in you two leaving each other until you come back.

♡o。.✿ฺ (A/n) // Inspired by “Dead of Night” By Orville Peck and Euphoria.

♡o。.✿ฺ Word Count // 2.1k

♡o。.✿ฺ Content Warnings // Female reader, angst-to-fluff, teasing, smut, mentions of injuries, flirting, handjob, car sex, alcohol use, pet names (cariño), swearing, mentions of death…

“You gotta be quiet for me.” Alejandro opens the passenger door for you and shuts the door. Getting in on the other side, “We don’t want to get caught now do we?”

You giggle, feeling his hand trying to sneak its way into your underwear. You slap his hand and scold him, he pouts and whines, trying to focus on the road. But you decide to continue the teasing, first you unbutton your pants, then slip off your underwear and toss it in the back of his vehicle. He looks at you, playfully offended. You only laugh at him.

“You know better than to tease me, cariño.” Alejandro mumbles, pressing harder on the gas, “You’re playing with fire.” He warns.

“And what if I want to get burned?” You innocently ask, your hand creeping up to his crotch.

Alejandro doesn’t reply, he only chuckles. But the cocky smile on his face is gone the second he feels your fingertips grazing his crotch, “Don’t play with me.” He again warns. You’re quickly pulling out his cock out of his pants and slowly jacking him off, “If you’re gonna do it, then do it right.” Alejandro wants you to quicken your pace but you don’t take his sentence into consideration and you remain at the same pace.

“Focus on the road Alejandro.” You tell him, you’re the one now smirking, “How would we explain it to the rest?” He growls, his grip on the wheel tightens as he feels your thumb circle around his tip, “I’m sure they’ll be shocked that a colonel was getting jacked off by someone in 141.”

Alejandro swallows the saliva pooling in his mouth, he tries to remain focused but he couldn’t when you carefully tighten your hand. He hisses through his teeth, wanting to toss his head back and let go of the wheel, “Come on cariño.” He pleads, side eyeing you.

“Nope.”

The vehicle comes to a sudden stop, you don’t know where you are nor do you care. He adjusts his seat back and pats his lap, you waste no time climbing onto his lap where his lips were immediately on yours. He begins grinding into you and your hands find their way into his hair, tugging and running through it. His lips leave yours and travel down to your neck, sucking harshly where dark hickies were left.

“The things you do to me.” He starts, his hands under your shirt and to your bra, fumbling to unclip it. You help him, first tugging off your shirt and then your bra for him to see your breasts, “You don’t know how long I waited… I remember when you first stepped off that plane. I knew then…” His mouth latches to one and he begins sucking on it. You moan, tugging on his hair harder.

“Alejandro.” You whisper, “Please.” His hand helps guide you onto his cock, it was quite painful since neither of you were too patient but with how wet you are, it was almost smooth.

“Relax for me, cariño.” He waited for your word, your confirmation to move and when you gave it to him, he was trying his hardest not to break you. His hands held onto your hips as thrusted upwards. It was difficult to keep quiet, but why would you? Alejandro loves hearing you and every attempt to quiet down, he stopped them.

“Fuck!” You curse, feeling a knot in your stomach, Alejandro knows you’re about to come as he feels you tighten even more, “Alejandro!”

“Cum for me (Y/n).” Nearly screaming, you cum around his cock, and a few more thrusts, he cums with a grunt.

You slumped against him, panting, and holding onto him. You nuzzle into his neck, “Stay.” He mumbles.

Your heart dropped, “What?”

“Stay with me.”

You didn’t answer Alejandro, more like you refused to answer him. He understood your silence and let you think it over, but what followed after that was chaos, and in the end, you chose 141…

“I’m sorry. I really do love you Alejandro but…”

Alejandro shakes his head, “No, no. I understand.” He tells you.

You hated leaving Alejandro but it’s clear that he has lots on his plate. He has to figure out the situation with Las Almas and one of his friends being El Sin Nombre. You didn’t want him to have another thing to worry about.

Alejandro was heartbroken and angry, if he never spat out that question then he wouldn’t have been heartbroken. He watched you board that plane with Johnny and Ghost, a sad smile on your face as you waved goodbye to him and Rodolfo. But just because you left doesn’t mean he’s stopped thinking about you…

It was months before you all returned to Las Almas and it was doing better than it was before but that doesn’t mean it changed.

“Welcome back!” Alejandro smiled widely with Rodolfo by his side, “I believe you all are doing well?”

“Of course, glad to see you’re still alive hermano.” Johnny speaks up, giving Alejandro a hug.

“Welcome back (Y/n).” Looking at you, “How have you been?”

Before you can even speak, Johnny interrupts you, “Rodolfo told me about a bar, let’s go there!”

Luckily you all weren’t here on business, you all were crashing at a hotel since their base was still under construction. You remained in your room, not wanting to go out and all you wanted to do was sleep but Johnny barged into your room unannounced and saw your state.

“Rise and shine bonnie!” Johnny grabs a hold of your blanket and begins pulling them off you, he was met with resistance, “Come on! Let’s drink your sadness away!” Finally getting them off you.

You curl up in your bed, whining, “No Johnny.”

“Yes Johnny.” He retorts pushing you off the bed and let out a groan when you hit the floor. Johnny hops on your bed and looks down at you, “What’s gotcha like this?”

“Would you believe me if I said boy problems?”

“Maybe?”

“Then nothing.” Still refusing to stand, you curl up on the cold ground, somewhat finding comfort in the tiles then your own bed.

“Who are you crushing on this time?”

“Shut up.”

“I never seen you like this before, which guy has your heart in a blender?” Johnny asks, “Gaz, Rodolfo…Price…” He then gasps, “Ghost?!”

You quickly hush him, “Not even close!”

Then it hits Johnny, “Alejandro?” You nod slowly, “Seriously? I thought you were into the strong silent guys.”

“Ghost is like an older brother to me.”

“But seriously… Alejandro?” Johnny questions, “I-I… Wait, does that mean that night where I saw you snuck off… You were with him?”

“Yeah.”

“And did you two…”

“Yeah.”

Johnny carefully looks around, “Where did you guys do it?” He whispers.

“In his car.”

His eyes widened, “You guys did it in a car?” You nod again, “How romantic~” You both snicker, “But enough talking, get up and get ready. I’ll keep the boys busy while you and Alejandro have some alone time.”

“You think that’s gonna work?”

“Of course it will!” Already raiding your bag.

After hours, you arrived at the bar with Johnny. Ghost was the first to notice you two, “What took you so long?” He asks, Johnny sitting to his right while you sit on his left, “Hit an animal on the way here? A person?”

“No we didn’t hit anything, (Y/n) didn’t want to come.” Johnny answers.

“Why not? The bourbon here is good.”

“None of your business.” You tell Ghost, shaking your head at Johnny. You mouth ‘Don’t you dare tell him.’

Johnny notices yet doesn’t care, “Some guy got her feeling things.”

Ghost’s eyes widen when they look at you, eyeing you up and down, “Seriously? Some rando got your heart?”

“He’s not some rando.” You talk back.

“It’s Alejandro.” Johnny mumbles in Ghost’s ear.

“...Wow.” Is all Ghost said, lifting part of his mask to drink his bourbon.

You didn’t want to know if he was disappointed in you. You sat down next to him and ordered you drink, waiting for the rest of the group to show up.

“(Y/n).” Johnny whispers, “He’s here.” You look back towards the door and you see Alejandro with Rodolfo. Both of them dressed quite nice, Alejandro had his hair done and shaved a little.

You were ready to walk over to him but you felt uneasy, nervous, filled with worry. You clutched the glass even hard, you turned back around and finished the rest of your drink.

“You ‘eady bonnie?” Johnny comes to your side excited, smiling widely.

“I can’t.” You mutter, panicking.

“What?”

“I can’t do this.” You leave a few bills on the bar and hurry out.

Johnny looks over to Ghost, “Somethin’ happen?”

“The girl is probably nervous.” Ghost tells him.

You felt like shit. You are shit. A piece of shit. You left so quickly that you believed that all you wanted from Alejandro was sex. With a huff, you threw yourself on your bed. But the more you think about it, the more it seems true… You really are a shitty person.

You must’ve spent hours staring up at the ceiling to hear Johnny and Alejandro out in the halls. The two laugh together as Johnny struggles to even stand up straight, let alone get one foot in front of the other. You get off your bed and open the door to find Johnny slumped up against the wall.

“Need help?” You startle Alejandro who nods.

Grabbing one arm and him grabbing the other, you pull him to his feet and throw the same arm over your shoulder, “Let’s get you to bed.” Searching his pants for the key card.

“Oh hey bonnie~” Johnny giggles, “Careful, you’ll be quite surprised at what you find inside.”

“Jesus Johnny!” You scold him.

“We can’t just leave him.” You say, pulling out your phone and texting Ghost who quickly replies, “Ghost’s on his way.”

Alejandro remains silent, just ready to leave. His back his turn towards you, awaiting Ghost, “...I know this probably isn’t the best time to ask you this but…” Alejandro turns around, “Want to take a drive?”

“Las Almas is beautiful at night.” You tell him. As Alejandro drives, he looks over to you. He watches as you close your eyes as the wind meets your face, relaxing in its cold embrace.

“It sure is.” Alejandro looks back at the road, leaving town, “Are you and Johnny… A thing?”

“No, no!” You respond, “He’s just been helping me.”

“And Ghost?”

“He’s like my brother.” Alejandro hums.

You look at Alejandro playfully, who smiles knowing your look, “Care to go faster?”

He smirks, “Agárrate fuerte.” (Hold on tight.) Alejandro presses on the gas, going faster than you expected.

You close your eyes once again, letting yourself relax in Alejandro’s car. You jolt when you feel one of his hands touch your face, running his thumb over your cheek before pulling back and on the wheel.

Alejandro wasn’t gonna lie, he did miss feeling. Adrenaline running through his body, happiness, and any kinds of worries were washed away when he was with you. And he wasn’t going to lie and say he didn’t miss you.

You unbuckle your seatbelt and begin to sit yourself on top of the car door, it takes a moment for Alejandro to see, “Vuelva a entrar. Es peligroso para usted.” (Come back in. It is dangerous for you.) He asks.

“A few more minutes.” You tell him and you think of more. With one hand, you slip your hand under your dress and begin pulling down your underwear.

Alejandro’s eyes widened, “¿Otra vez?” (Again?) He chuckles, “You’re killing me (Y/n).”

Alejandro taps on the wheel, trying to keep it together, but he gives in, “Alright that’s enough. Get in.” He orders in which you smile, sliding back in his car.

Stopping the car completely, he looks at you, “Do you remember?” He asks.

“Of course I remember.” You answer, “How the hell could I forget?”

Alejandro smiles, “I missed you (Y/n). I’ve thought about you every day after that, I couldn’t bring myself to try and move on.”

Your eyes begin to water, “Would you believe me if I said the same thing?”

“Say it, please.”

“I missed you too. Every second of my day was always you, Alejandro this and Alejandro that.”

Alejandro pulls his seat back, “Come here.” You hurried onto his lap, “I love you.” His lips on yours.

And when you pull away, “I love you too.”

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[thewhiskersonkittens]

Drive In

Pairing: Pete “Maverick” Mitchell (Present Day) x Female Reader.

Summary: After unsuccessfully navigating the crazy world of online dating apps, you meet Pete “Maverick” Mitchell and agree to go to a drive-in and perhaps you have finally met your perfect match.

Warnings: Fluff, romantic, some profanity, toxic dating app horror stories.

A/N: This was requested by Anon. Hope y’all enjoy! :)

Back in the day, Maverick considered himself to be quite the Casanova. It used to be so easy, come so naturally. Maybe because thirty years ago he was a lot younger and his jet black hair wasn't fading. His body was still firm and taunt, in his line of work it was a major priority to keep in shape, but his face had become worn, the skin around his green eyes now had wrinkles.

"You're still a very good looking man," Phoenix told him when she, Coyote, Payback, Bob, and Rooster was helping him make his dating app profile.

All eyes were on her when the aviator quickly added, embarrassed:

"Respectfully speaking, of course, sir!"

The guys chuckled while Maverick tried to hold back his amusement.

Coyote let out a low whistle.

"Ooo, Phoenix got the hots for Captain." He teased.

"I do not!" Phoenix defended. "And I swear to God, if this gets back to Hangman, I'll kill you."

She shot a death glare at Coyote, that made him straighten up quick. She shot the look to all the guys meaning business.

Maverick patted Phoenix on her shoulder to assure her it was OK.

"Thank you, Phoenix. I appreciate the compliment."

He held up his phone and returned his attention back to the profile.

"Are you guys sure this is the right thing to do?"

He wrinkled his brow. The whole process seemed so unnatural to him.

"If you filled out all the questions honestly the algorithm will try to bring you the best possible matches." Bob commented.

"But the algorithm doesn't get it right 100% of the time." Payback added, looking at Maverick. 

"What do you mean?" Maverick asked.

"He means there might be a dud or two," Coyote answered.

"But still the odds are in your favor." Phoenix encouraged.

Maverick sighed as he closed the app and pocketed his phone. He was tired of thinking about it for now.

"There used to be a point in time when I could just sing to a woman in a club as a way of flirting."

"Sounds lame," Rooster finally chimed in.

Maverick gave him a pointed look.

"Lame, huh?” Maverick chuckled, the memories coming back to him. It all seemed just like yesterday but also a lifetime ago.  “Guess who was my wingman?"

***

You were two seconds away from throwing your phone across the room. You'd do it, too, not caring if it broke, the only thing was you knew how much you needed the damn thing.

Stupid dating apps. After trying a month without them, you were having zero luck dating out there "in the wild" so, reluctantly, you downloaded the toxic app again, damn well knowing it would all still be the same old bullshit. If it wasn't some fake bot, it was just the same losers over and over you matched with. You were going to pull your hair out if another dude sent "wyd?" at 11 am on a Wednesday.

You wanna know "what I'm doing?", Chad?! You thought. I'm at work at this time, that's where I am! Why aren't you doing the same?!

You didn't even want to think about how you basically had the same conversation over and over with these guys.

"Hello, beautiful baby gurrl. Good mornin!'"

"Hi, there. Good morning."

"How you sleep last night?"

"Just fine, thanks. HBU?"

"It could have been better. I'd rather be waking up next to you, babyyy."

" ... "

"Send me a pic?"

"No."

"Why not? You shy?"

"..."

" Hello?!"

*incoming unsolicited dick pic*

"You like dat? You like what you see? ;)"

" ... "

"Dat could be alll yours and more! You wanna come over later?"

"I don't think so."

"Why not? It's not like I'm gonna kill you..lol"

"...."

"Sooo...you gonna come over or...I could come over there?!"

"No. I don't even know you! I just met you five minutes ago."

"Don't waste my time! Ya know, a lot of girls like what I got. You're lucky I'm even giving you the time of day!"

"..."

"..."

"K. Go text one of them then."

" ... "

"Man, fuck you, bitch. Your loss! I didn't want your ugly ass anyway. LOL."

You sighed. Why was trying to find your person so physically and mentally taxing? Some of your friends actually had good luck on the dating apps but it was just not working out for you. You thought about all your options: keep trying the apps, try in person again, hell maybe even switch teams?! The best option was the idea of becoming an old, single, crazy cat lady. At this point, it sounded like the most peaceful choice.

You were laying on your back on your bed with one arm slung over your eyes, trying to block out all your frustrations.

Your phone next to you vibrated, signaling you had a notification.

Oh great, You thought. Can't wait to see what this one's got to say.

You picked up your phone, punched in your pass code, and opened the app.

Pleasantly surprised was an understatement! You had matched with the most handsome man you'd ever seen on any app ever.

He was definitely older, much older you were sure of it, but the age gap didn't bother you. He only had a few pictures but you saw he had dark hair, green eyes, perfectly chiseled nose and jawline.

Captain Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, USN.

As good as he looked, you couldn't help but have reservations. Living in San Diego, you had been on a few dates with military men before. They could be just as shady as the civilian Joe Blows, if not even more. Plus, he was way too fine looking to still be single. You tried not to judge. Divorced? Widowed? Perhaps he was looking for a last minute fling before his next naval cruise?

Your phone vibrated again and you saw he sent you a message.

"Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Pete Mitchell. But everyone calls me Maverick or "Mav".

"Nice to meet you! I'm Y/N." You typed back. "Cruise to any where fun lately, sailor?"

"What gave it away? The picture of me in my dress whites?"

"Not a bad picture, I must say." It was true. Technically he was old enough to be your father but he was still a smoke show. Silver fox, indeed.

"Ha, ha! Thanks. Ah, no fun cruises. I was recently called back to North Island for work."

You told him what you did for a living and you found out he was career military. A naval aviator for over thirty years. You kept chatting back and forth for the next two days and exchanged numbers. On Friday night Maverick called you.

"Look, I'll be honest with you, Y/N." Maverick explained. "This dating app thing...it's not really my style. My kids put me up to it. They said I needed to get out more and this is the way people do it nowadays. I just don't know..."

"Kids?" You repeated, slightly surprised he never mentioned it before. "You have kids?"

Maverick chuckled. "I'm sorry, I guess I should rephrase that. They're actually a squadron of Top Gun graduates I train. I call 'em my kids even though they're all about thirty-something years old."

You exhaled a sigh of relief. "Oh, I see."

"Anyway," Maverick went on. "How would you like to go out with me tomorrow night?"

You were pleasantly surprised again. Most guys you encountered on the apps were either one extreme or another. Some wanted to come over right away and others it was like pulling teeth to get them to actually take you on a real date.

"Is that OK with you?" Maverick asked.

"Oh, yeah!" You said. "Yes, that would be great! Dinner and a movie?"

"You read my mind," Maverick confirmed. "I was thinking I take you to the drive-in. They're doing an 80's movie theme night."

"Drive-in?" You repeated. You hadn't been there in ages. Maverick must have misunderstood your tone because he went to explain:

"Yeah, it's where they have a big outdoor projection screen and you pull up in your car..."

You burst out laughing.

"Pete," You started. "Come on. I know I'm younger than you but I do know what a drive-in is!"

Maverick laughed at himself.

"Sorry. Of course you do."

"That sounds like fun, Pete. Let's do it."

***

You knew you were breaking your own rules by allowing Maverick to pick you up but you felt like you could trust this man. Your jaw dropped when you saw the forest green vintage race car pull up in your driveway.

"She's a '56," Maverick explained as he helped you into the car. "She can go from zero to one seventy in about six seconds."

"Wow," You said, resting the bouquet he just gifted you in your lap. Out of curiosity, you ran your fingers along the dashboard. You'd never been in a car like this before.

Maverick started the car and began backing out.

"I usually just ride my motorcycle but this seemed more appropriate for the occasion."

You smiled. "I guess you have the need speed on the ground as well as in the air."

Maverick turned to look at you then as he shifted the car into drive and you weren't exactly sure how to describe it. It was like a mixture of surprise, curiousity, and a touch of sadness.

"Did I say something wrong?" You asked, concerned.

Maverick shook his head.

"No," He assured you. "It's just...so funny and...kind of weird you said that. 'The need for speed'. I haven't heard that in a long time. I had a friend I used to say that to. A long time ago. It was like...oh, what do you call it? Something that you and one other person knows?"

"An inside joke?" You suggested.

Maverick smiled. "Yeah," He agreed. "An inside joke."

"You don't talk to that friend anymore?" You asked.

"Oh, I do." Maverick replied. "I sure do. It's just...he's not here with us...physically anymore."

"Oh..." You realized and you felt a twinge of gulit in your stomach. This wasn't the best way to start off a date.

As if reading your mind, Maverick took one hand off the wheel and softly brushed the side of your cheek with the back of his hand. His hand felt callous, the result of decades of working on all sorts of aircraft, but it also felt strangely comforting. The feeling guilt in your stomach dissolved and felt something like butterflies replace it.

"It's OK, sweetheart," Maverick said and he really meant it.

After dinner, you two drove in the drive-in. A triple feature of John Hughes movies were playing. You and Maverick laughed when Kelly LeBrock turned Bill Paxton into a talking blob in Weird Science and cheered as Judd Nelson pumped his fist in the air at the end of The Breakfast Club. The final movie was Sixteen Candles and you couldn't help but sigh when Molly Ringwald finally got to kiss her dream guy.

"This is one of my favorite movies," You said.

"You like the romantic stuff, huh?" Maverick teased and you laughed.

"Yeah, I know it's cliche," You said. "But I can't help it. I'm such a sucker for it."

"Nothing wrong with that," Maverick told you. "Just between you and me...I'm a romantic myself."

He leaned in and kissed you and you couldn't help but smile against his lips.

When the two of you parted, your eyes fluttered open and you said:

"I know we just met but I feel so lucky to have found you. I was about ready to give up. The apps were driving me crazy."

Maverick rolled his eyes at the mention of the dating apps.

"I don't get them either," He said. "But I saw your picture and...I don't know. I just...thought you were really beautiful and I'm glad I met you, too."

You felt Maverick take your hand in his.

"If it's OK with you, would you see me again?"

You smiled and answered by kissing him again.

"Sure, I'd really love that."

#top gun #top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction #pete maverick mitchell #pete maverick mitchell x reader #maverick x reader #fluff #reader insert

[lukabitch]

Ok I think I’m so funny for this but what if a survivor called Danny, Deathslinger, trickster, Pyramid head and Michael a baby girl on accident. Like read just says “Good luck with that baby girl” or something along those lines. It’s honestly something I would do without thinking about it.

Also if you wanna add this maybe there has been romantic tension between the reader and the killers before this happened? Only if you want to add it

Omg? This is among the best request I’ve gotten. First time writing for Deathslinger so sorry if I get anything wrong. Thank you so much for the request Anon! :)

Tw: none this is pure comedy and romance

Ghostface:

What?

He’s not your baby girl! He’s your baby boy get it right! >:(

He’ll take it in a more joking manner. He’ll laugh it off.

Though he couldn’t deny his heart skipped a beat.

He’ll try to turn it around on you. Calling you baby, babe, etc.

This just makes the tension between the two of you worse.

The two of you would go back and forth teasing each other.

Eventually it would come to a head with you pinned under him.

He’ll give you a quick peck on the cheek and leave you flustered. :)

Deathslinger:

Fuckin huh?

He’s so confused. Why did you call him baby girl?

He will go into angry old man mode.

“What did you call me runt!?” He can be very rude. >:(

Though he can’t exactly explain it. He just wants to hear you call him baby again. Just minus the girl.

Man those thoughts made him crazy. Why did he like it?

He isn’t the type to know how to handle his emotions. It mainly comes out passive aggressive.

You would pick up on this and pretty much help him sort out his emotions.

Congrats you now have a grumpy grandpa for a boyfriend! :D

Trickster:

Oh? He likes that!

He’s never been called that one before! Definitely a thrilling thing for him.

This man’s flirt game is off the charts when it comes to you.

He loves to call you baby girl back as a joke. If you are uncertain with that he’ll apologize of course.

He hadn’t really thought about why he liked being called baby girl though.

The tension between the two of you was magical to him. He just loved it.

He would tease you and you would tease back more. The perfect dynamic for him.

Though things do come to a head.

I hope you like kissing in a locker because that’s what happened. :)

Pyramid Head:

What do you mean?

He faintly understands what you said. Very faintly understands.

It did make him feel something new. Something he didn’t think he could feel.

It was weird for him. Love isn’t an emotion that he felt before.

That being said he’ll just stand very close.

Like extremely close to the point your just pushed against his chest.

You didn’t mind and would just make jokes about it.

“Wow you sure do like that huh?” You gave him head pats.

Now he comes to you for head pats and comfort. :)

Micheal Myers:

He’s never had that big of a grasp on gender and things like that.

I mean he was stuck in a hospital that dehumanized him for years.

He’d just think your talking to him like normal. That was until someone pointed it out.

He really didn’t care he actually liked it.

He’d just pick you up and hug you like a teddy bear.

If you give this man more attention he will lap it up.

He likes to press his mask against your lips. It’s his way of giving kisses.

“Aw Mikey you like being called that? How cute.” He really likes it when you tease him.

He loves you and he won’t let you forget that.

Again really sorry for the delay. I hope you like it. :)

#dbd #dead by daylight #dbd killer #request #killer x survivor #danny jed olsen johnson #dbd headcanons #danny johnson #danny johnson x gn reader #the deathslinger #caleb quinn #caleb quinn x gn reader #trickster #the trickster #ji woon hak #trickster x gn reader #dbd pyramid head #pyramid head #pyramid head x gn reader #micheal myers #micheal myers x gn reader #micheal myers x reader #trickster x reader #caleb quinn x reader #pyramid head x reader #danny johnson x reader

[angelltheninth]

This New Reality

Pairing: Captain Rex x Reader

Tags: fluff, confessions, kissing, teasing, friends to lovers, misunderstandings, pining, jealousy, oblivious Rex

Word count: 1.1k

Ao3

A/N: My entry for the @cloneficgiftexchange! I hope you like your gift @exxasperatedauthor!

Being Rex's drinking buddy and friend came with both benefits and drawbacks. Benefits: you got to see Rex, you got to hear all his heroic tales, you got to talk to his brothers and figure how to best tease the Captain. Drawbacks: he was often clueless about you trying to flirt with him, which happened a lot, seeing how certain things about the war get to him and you being unable to do anything about it. At least long term.

Tonight was again, a night where you asked him out for a fun night to hopefully get his mind off things.

He's been feeling stressed for a while, and he's been of world for longer, only managing to call you sometimes. It's honestly been pretty lonely here without him.

"Did you miss me?" You nudged him in the ribs, as the two of you took a seat at your usual seats in the cantina.

"Heh, hardly. I missed this place though. Nothing hits the spot better than a drink and some nice music. Anything interesting happen while I was away?" You had the sense he was fishing for something specific here. While you thought about what to see he flagged your drinks down, tossing the credits out to the waiter as soon as he brought them.

"New company again tonight?" He asked you, a playful smirk on his lips as he counted his tips. "Good luck."

Rex looked from you to the waiter and then at the drinks, "Again?"

You chuckled nervously, "I got bored while you were away. This is a good spot to bring friends to and have fun." Rex's eyes narrowed over the glass, his lips inches away from the rim. He leaned back into his chair.

"Friends. What kind of friends?"

Now you frowned, feeling pretty put on the spot just by his gaze alone, "What do you mean? I know I'm not the most social but come on Rex, I have other friends besides you." You raised your glass at him, tipping it a little. "Cheers?"

"Yeah." Rex sighed for a moment before shooting you his lopsided grin, "Cheers." The glasses made an audible clang against each other, the warm alcohol putting some flush to both your cheeks.

As the night went on your bodies got closer and closer to each other until you were shoulder to shoulder, leaning against each other and laughing.

"I think you've had enough for tonight friend. How about we get you a tall drink of water and you let me take you home." You weren't tipsy though, just happy to see Rex again, "You alright? You've been looking at me for some time now."

"A tall drink of water? You're already right here though. I'm not thirsty with you around." You winked at him, your head lulling against his shoulder and your smile beaming at him. "I do wanna go home though, it's getting a little loud in here."

Rex shook his head and lifted you up, an arm supporting you around your hip. "See you two next time!" The waiter shouted as you waived at him.

"Tonight was fun." You mumbled, the cool night air helping both of you wake up from the warm, cozy atmosphere. You walked in silence to your apartment where Rex sat you down on the couch and got you that glass of water that he promised, and one for himself too. "Thanks Rex."

"No problem. I gotta make sure you're taken care of." Taken care of.

"Do you think I can't take care of myself?" You downed the full glass of water and patted the empty spot next to you. Rex raised his eyebrow, knowing full well you were cuddly when you got like this.

"You should really get a boyfriend to do these things for you." Despite his not exactly protest he was right by your side, pulling you against him, "I keep leaving your apartment late at night like this and people are gonna start talking. You don't want them to think we're sleeping together do you?"

You bit your bottom lip, "If we did you wouldn't notice."

"Excuse me?" Rex pushed you back and you pushed against him, trying to get back into his arms.

"Nothing. Forget it. Slip of the tongue."

"Was it?" He used that commanding tone that you sometimes got to hear when his brothers would do something stupid in front of him. "Do you not want me to be with you? I'm sorry, I don't understand sarcasm, if you don't like me just say so. I was under the impression that you were pretty fond of me. If I did anything to hurt you just say so."

Wait... what? If you didn't like him? That sobered you right up, "I thought you were the one who didn't like me? I've been flirting with you for months now Rex."

"I, well-" This was the first time you've seen the hardened solder flustered by your words, it was just as cute as you imagined it, "I do notice, but I... never quite know what to say. It's not like battle. There are no strategies to follow, no instructions on how not to mess it up. It makes me scared to act in my impulses. Plus I'm a soldier, I can't be here for you like your, your friends can, I have a duty and you... you're making me confused about it sometimes."

"About your duty?"

"About my place after the war. Us clones want it to end just as much as everyone else, but a lot of us are also afraid of it. War and fighting is everything we're known, a lot of don't know how to lead a normal life, if its even possible. Being with you makes me want to have that." Rex ran his hand over his buzzcut, trying to find more words to explain himself, "I do like you, I really do, can't guarantee I can make you happy."

Before you could overthink the consequences you tackled Rex to the couch, arms locked tight around his torso, "Rex, no one can promise that to anyone, no matter how much they love each other. All we can promise is to try to make each other happy and be there when things gets tough. That's what partners, what lovers do."

"Isn't that what we've been doing for some time now?" He laughed while running his hands against your back.

"Kind of. Missing kisses." As soon as you said that Rex smirked down at you and wiggled his eyebrows at you, "Oh. Uhm. You want to- mnnh!" Rex's lips pressed against yours, cutting and answering your question with speed and precision, shutting down both your doubts about the future.

#captain rex x reader #rex x reader #star wars #star wars x reader #star wars the clone wars #star wars imagine #captain rex imagine #clone wars x reader #star wars fanfiction #captain rex #captain rex drabble #star wars clone wars #clone wars #captain rex fanfiction

[blacklegsanjiii]

More random ships with our beautiful queen Sora -> Hancock x Sora, Makino x Sora, Corazon x Sora

Hancock and Sora propaly has a age gap like Mihawk x Boa, but hear me out: I hc that Sora had Reiju when she was between 19-22, so makes her having the 1234ji with 22-25, and when Sanji and her are saved by a eighteen Boa, she would have 30-33, more pra less the same age as Mihawk (and also, the DYNAMIC!)

Makino x Sora? Perfect. Sora ran away from Germa with Sanji and stop at Dawn to hide, Sanji finds the ASL+Makino while he is stealing some food and they go help him and his mother (bc Makino is worried about the boy). So both womens just start to live near in case Sora needs help and thry fall in love <3

Corazon x Sora? Pair of sweet blondes who LOVES their children. Sora run away with Sanji and finds Cora (who is with Law) decides to help them and end up falling in love with her. Later on he almost dies bc of Doflamingo but survives and lives with his wife in a small island.

GOD DAMMIT THESE ARE LIT AF!!!!!!!

Okay so Hancock x Sora. They are saved and brought to lesbian island. Sora has gotta be teasing Boa like Mihawk does but she makes good on her promises and absolutely flusters Boa. Boa absolutely claims Sanji as her baby as well again and they're a happy little family. Boa using her royal status to spoil them but this is the SASSIEST family. If Boa is still swooning for Luffy, Sora HAS to be looking at her wife with the most unimpressed look. When Boa comes back and whines to her wife their kid is dating Luffy and Sora has to remind her that age gaps can be weird and the way she was doing it was making it weird. Boa looks at her with confusion and Sora explains that Boa flirted with her first. They are absolutely those lesbians that uhaul'd and then got married, and grew old together, they are THE dykes of the pirating world. They have to have the best sex life too tbh.

Makino x Sora. Could you also imagine if this when Shanks is there? Like Luffy and Makino find this Sanji stealing food and then finds Sora after the second or third time. Shanks somehow hasn't lost his arm yet but absolutely plays THE WORST wingman to those women. Sora is somehow the biggest help to Luffy after he eats the devil fruit and then Shanks loses his arm and leaves. Makino and Sora are doing their best to mother these kids but then Luffy disappears and comes back with more??? In the interim the women have gotten together. Sabo knows the queen of Germa when he sees her because he's been to several Reveries but Sora tells him it's a secret or they will all die. She's not even joking and then pats Sabo on the head. When ASL see her kiss Makino for the first time they ask Sanji about it and he's like 'idk, she's better than my dad' which Ace says Makino is better than his dad too.

Sora x Corazon. This man and his lead poisoned son find Sora and Sanji, her sick and dying as well and Sanji starved and matted. Fuck it, they could all band together and survive. Right? Right. They're traveling and Law is getting sicker and Sora is plateaued in her illness so that's probably a good thing. Cora is carrying both of them as Sanji follows as fast as his little legs will carry him. They bond over the kids and the kids bond over death. Listen, their fucked up, all of them. They save Law and Corazon from Doflamingo and death. Sora manages to stop the bleeding and asks where the boys are. So when he is propped and set to live and hidden somewhere she goes and finds the boys. They settle on an island until the boys set off, even if they don't think Sanji is quite old enough to be a pirate. It's fine, Law keeps Sanji on ship duties only until he's like fifteen and now he's Law's left hand. Cora and Sora(fuck i love that) display their sons proudly and the kids hang new photos their parents send them regularly. Cora is usually holding his much smaller wife with a cigarette in his mouth while on fire and Sora smiling widely while dumping water on her husband's flaming coat.

#corazon #boa hancock #makino #donquixote rosinante #cora x sora #boa x sora #makino x sora #answers #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #vinsmoke sora

[garoujo]

I'd really like to read a one shot set in a wedding. the idea came from the last anonymous person who wrotes to you. it would be amazing :(.

・✶ ｡ﾟ a wedding is a good place for love — gojo satoru. warnings : more f. petnames, weddings (not yours but it’s mentioned at the end), alcohol mention.

there’s an air that surrounds weddings, you think as you stand at the bar, tapping your nail against the almost empty glass that’s began to feel wet against your palm with how long you’ve been holding it.

but you can only smile when you turn to look over your shoulder at the dance floor and watch nanami and his now wife dance in circles to a love song, one that’s become familiar to you with how often you used to hear it play through their apartment.

a wedding was a good place for love, you think again when you watch them whisper an “i love you” to eachother and you can’t help but hope the world treats them kindly before you’re roused from your sound thoughts.

“can i buy you a drink?”

you turn to look at the source of the sound, moonlight hair and a crooked grin that looks a little smug but you swear you feel the warmth of the heavens kiss down your spine at the sight, because you still recognise love swirling so tenderly in the crystalline pools of blue gazing down at you.

“is this you flirting with me?” you smile, teasing, and you watch satoru’s smirk stretch even wider at the challenge.

“hmm, what can i say, i just couldn’t ignore a sweet thing like you looking lonely..” he drawls, honey thick in his low tone but his words are still smooth when he allows his eyes to give you a quick glance over.

“yeah, well my date had to use the bathroom.” you continue, there’s an exaggerated pout on your lips with your sentence, but the sound still only seems to pull satoru closer as he leans his forearm against the bar before he hums, closes his eyes and lets out a light chuckle.

“he must be handsome, to get a pretty girl like yourself.” he goads, raising a brow and you reply quickly this time, “he’s alright, i guess.” but because satoru loves you he catches his own stretching wider at your words.

“just alright? i know you can think of something better than that, sweetheart.”

you try to roll your eyes but it’s not as convincing as you’d like when you fail to fight the smile that he always brought out in you. his teasing followed by the feeling of him reaching to pull you into his chest, grinning handsomely down at you and there’s a fond look in his eyes that catches you a little off guard before he’s kissing you once on the cheek.

and you realise that maybe you do have moments where you feel like the main character in a book.

“okay, he is kind of handsome.” you admit, patting at satoru’s chest through the silky material of his dress shirt that has the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and you find peace in your space beside him. the expression on his face leans more towards bliss than just content when he hums knowingly, but a little proud, at your words before he’s pulling you in for a kiss that lingers.

and you know that when your world grows still it’ll always be satoru who will take your hand to spin you in slow circles.

“yeah? handsome enough for a dance with you, pretty girl?” satoru hums, but he knows you’ll say yes when he brings your hand up to kiss your knuckles—his lips lingering a little longer on the band on your fourth finger, before he’s intertwining it with his own when your eyes meet his halfway, and you know he’s always gonna be as good as yours.

because the way gojo satoru loved you was consistent despite the inevitable change and it was the moments with you, where he truly looked like he loved life the most.

“we gotta beat nanami’s vows you know.. make ours even better, i’ll have you cryin’, sweetheart.” he grins, cheeky, when he leads you towards the dance floor and spins you in three, perfect circles until he’s got you locked back against his chest by the waist.

“something tells me that’s gonna be you, ‘toru.” you laugh and satoru grins because he knows there’s a little truth to your words, not that he’d admit it, so he throws in a groan too before he’s swaying you both along to the love song that he always played in the kitchen on sundays, just as it echos through the speakers.

you allow your arms to wrap around his shoulders and you feel him squeeze you before he’s leaning in to kiss along your cheeks soothingly, humming when he’s ready for your lips to finally meet his after and you don’t hesitate to do so, feeling him grin into the kiss before he’s pulling away to smile.

“hm, it’s true, sweet girl.. i’ve got a way with words.” satoru states, but his words are smooth and there’s still a teasing glint in his eyes and you can only hum in acknowledgement, because you know exactly how it’s going to turn out because you knew him.

you know that in a few months time — satoru, your satoru will say i love you, once, before he’s blinking with his words and his left foot will begin to tap steadily on the ground. you’ll hear him joke and you’ll watch his eyes look from the piece of paper in his hand to you, because he’ll want to make sure you’re still laughing even behind the veil.

then he’ll say i love you, again, before he’s sniffling and looking at you with a tilted grin because he’ll love you just as much then, as always.

© 2022 garoujo. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

#݁ . ࿓ : sealed #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jjk x you #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru fluff #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo fluff

[cyborg-franky]

Hi Franky! If the inspiration strikes with this one... do you have headcanons for the WBPs with a s/o that gets super hardcore flirty when drunk without even realizing it? =) Especially Ace and Marco <3 :D I hope you have a great evening!! Thanks a lot! <3

Yesssss gooood. I might have missed the mark and went abit overboard with this, oops.

Ace

You are having a drink, you and some of the other Whitebeards, including Ace.

It’s clear you are sloshed and babbling a little and Ace puts his arm around you to keep you sitting still and you just place your hands on his chest, and bat your eyelashes at him. He feels you stroking over his chest, a sly grin on your face as you lean up and whisper something in his ear.

He spits out whatever he’s drinking and coughs, splutters and his freckled cheeks turn pink. His eyes wide as he stares at your smirking face.

“What?” He repeats and chuckles nervously and you whisper it again for him. He can feel the heat rising in his face towards his ears and washing over him as he has this dopey smile.

You are an aggressive flirt when you are drunk and you can’t help but enjoy how flushed and bashful you can make Ace.

He’s not used to the flirting but he likes it, likes it a lot and he enjoys feeling you close to him like this… feeling your lips on his neck he pulls you against him until one of the others tell you both to get a room which you're both more than happy to.

Marco

He can see when you’ve had a lot to drink, he’s used to you being a lightweight and he just smirks at you when you straddle his lap, cupping his cheeks with your clammy hands, a little too drunk to sit on him without the aid of his arms around you.

“So I think I know the real reason you eat so much pineapple.” You start and think you sound smooth, and sexy when really you are slurring but Marco chuckles, amused more than anything as you try and flirt with him.

You lean in against his ear and whisper the filthy thing in his ear, his eyebrows quirk but otherwise, his expression is the same lazy smile and half-lidded eyes as you pull back with a grin splashed across your face and a look of victory.

“Is that so?” He asked, hands running over your back and seeing how you react to the simple touches, you nod to his question and that’s when he lifts you up.

Your legs wrap around his waist as he kissed your neck and rushes you off to your shared room.

THATCH AND IZOU UNDERCUT

Thatch

Oh, he’s delighted when you flirt with him, as you get clingy with him, telling him how handsome he is, how big he is [his hair, pervert], and just basks in the attention.

He loves when your get tipsy and flirt with him, he does it back in equal measures. Some of the things you both come out with make everyone around you leave the area until you are alone with him.

“Have you been reading my romance books again?” He asks after you make a filthy comment, a grin on his face as he gets up and lifts you, throwing you over his shoulder as you giggle, his hand on your ass, patting it as he rushes you both to your room.

You spouting all sorts of cheesy but very flirty comments that just make him pick up his speed.

Izou

He gives you a look.

He clicks his tongue and shakes his head and your leaning on him batting your eyelashes and trying to look innocent like you hadn’t whispered something so dirty into his ear.

Izou was used to you being an uncontrollable tease and a flirt after a few drinks and he was always somewhat prepared for this to happen but he still gave you a tough time about it.

“Is that so?” He asks, taking a sip of his own drink and giving you a scrutinizing look you just nod your head and start to twirl a loose strand of his hair around your finger.

“Then prove it.” He calls your bluff and you stare at him, blushing across your cheek now as he leans in and repeats the dirty flirt you’d said in his ear.

Causing to go bright red and fall over yourself.

#n/sfw #tw: alcohol #tw drunk #one piece x reader #one piece reader #one piece x you #one piece x yn #one piece imagines #one piece reader insert #one piece x your name #one piece x y/n #marco the phoenix #marco the phoenix x reader #op marco x yn #op marco x you #op marco x reader #marco x reader #marco x you #fushichou marco x reader #thatch #thatch op #thatch x you #gender nuetral reader #izou #izou x reader #izou x you #izou op #portgas d ace x reader #portgas d ace #ace x y/n

[berylcups]

PLEASEE do cuckhold la squadra

ITS A VISON NO ONE ELSE IS SEEING.

Hey there! Sorry it took so long! There were so many possibilities I could do for this one so I’m going to try more in the future! 🤩

Get Cucked! Illuso/Formaggio x Reader

CW: Cucking, cheating(does it count if it’s just fantasy?), drinking, petnames(lots of em), masturbation, oral,

Notes: technically the GameCube doesn’t come out in the EU until everyone is DEAD in 2002 but we are going to ignore that little detail 🥲 also it doesn’t seem as descriptive as I want it to be, I’m going through a writers block but this is helping me come out of it so thank you for asking for this! 💜 Beryl

MINORS DNI

It was another night of hanging around the base. When a few or more people aren’t out on missions they tend to hangout at the base and get drunk, watch football, gamble, and just chill out.

Y/N was splayed out on the sofa playing on their game boy. They were playing tetris and they were pretty tipsy from drinking nearly a whole bottle of Chianti by themselves so they weren’t doing as well as they usually do in their game.

“Fuck… lost again? This game sucks.” They groaned.

Illuso and Formaggio were drinking together like usual. Despite all the teasing they were good friends but they just had a strong rivalry and wanted to outdo each other in every little thing. Illuso looked over at Y/N and snickered at their frustration at their game.

“Aww poor baby is too drunk to play their game huh?” Formaggio called out to Y/N.

“Fuck off man…I’m not drunk. Dis’ game is just bullshit.” They slurred, giving him the finger . “ Dammit I lost again!”

He laughed at their response. “C’mon now sugar, I’m just teasing.”

He lowered his voice so only illuso could hear.

“Y’know you're really lucky to have Y/N as your partner. You should let me have a chance with them once in a while.” He whispered.

“Me sharing my Y/N? No way man. That’s just cucking and I’m no cuck.” Illuso laughed.

“Friends share but fine-be a greedy dick.” Formaggio huffed. “Well you can’t blame me for asking. You hit the jackpot with them.”

“Why thank you. I’m very aware of that.” Illuso said smugly. “ Y/N maybe a cold and reserved AFAB but they know quality when they see it.” He said, flipping his hair.

“Yeah yeah- if you’re going to jerk your ego off go do that in private.” Formaggio said annoyed.

Iluso gets up and walks over to Y/N who’s now half asleep. “Hey- scoot over so I can sit down.”

“Nuh uh. How about you come sit in Zaddys lap” they smirked while patting their lap.

“ no— because I’ll end up crushing you.” He snickered at their drunken attempt at flirting.

They tried to get up for him and immediately got a head rush. “Woah… dizzy.” They mumbled.

“Yeah you had enough for one night. Let’s get you to bed.” Illuso picked Y/N. “Well I guess that’s it for tonight. See you assholes later” he said as he took Y/N upstairs to his room and placed them into bed. They snuggled up to illuso as he draped the duvet over them and he tried to fall asleep but…he just couldn’t. His mind kept going back to what Formaggio said—to let him have a night with his Y/N.

Getting with Y/N was tricky. When they first joined the hitman team they were very reserved and quiet…so much that he was ordered to spy on them to make sure they weren’t doing anything against them for the boss. But somehow by some miracle he was able to win their heart. They’re very domestic and loving… and when working they are sadistic and cruel. They were the perfect partner and coworker. He won’t admit it but he’s very lucky to have Y/N and can’t imagine life without them! But… something feels missing. But what could that be? He has everything he wants right? That’s what he thought until his damn friend Formaggio got inside his head about fucking Y/N!

When he really thinks hard about it…He really wants to see them let guard down and be slutty for once. Not just a slut but a whore. The thought of Y/N being uncharacteristically promiscuous and cheating on him is somehow making him hard. That’s a secret that he’s going to take to his grave. He doesn’t want to be known as “ Illuso the Cuck”. But the thought of Y/N being unfaithful just makes him blush.

He’s never going to act on these fantasies but how realistic could it be to get Y/N in on this kink? He knows they’re extremely selective with who they allow into their pants. With Y/N being reserved it does make things a little more complicated. Formaggio would be the perfect guy for them to cheat on him with. The three of them work together the most and Y/N has stated they feel the safest with the 2 men. And… they get along very well—always joking and talking about morbid topics. As curious as he is to let it play out, He’s just going to have to keep it a fantasy.

His pride is far too strong to allow another set of balls near his precious Y/N. They’re his! He found them first! He’d never let him fuck them! That’s his partner! They are a power couple! Nobody is gonna waltz in and take Y/N away from him!

He looked over at Y/N who’s now fast asleep. They have an innocent look to them when they snuggle up with him sleeping. He wanted to sleep but he couldn’t ignore the erection he had straining in his boxers. He pulled his stiff cock out and closed his eyes focusing on his fantasy as he jerked off hoping he didn’t wake Y/N up …

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“C’mon sweet thing. Don’t tell me you don’t want this” Formaggio purred, gently holding Y/Ns chin up to make eye contact with him.

“ I do like you Formaggio but… I’m with illuso. I can’t just betray him like that.” Y/N said hesitantly.

“ don’t worry about it! If anything happens I’ll make sure I get in trouble and not you.” He reassured them.

“I mean, how can anyone be mad at this cute face? Just one little kiss? Pretty please?” He cooed.

He was really putting the charm on. If all he wanted was just one kiss would it really be that bad?

“ I don’t know…” they hesitated. They were starting to break down their barrier just a bit. “ as long as it’s just one kiss then okay.”

He tilted their face back up towards him and leaned in and kissed them deeply. He nibbled gently on their bottom lip and sucked on it, tempting them to let him in. They were reluctant at first but they were starting to feel fuzzy with lust and opened their lips enough to let him slip his tongue in.

He pulled them closer as they finally reciprocated and let their tongue fight his for dominance. He chuckled into the kiss and grabbed their ass.

“!!” They gasped as he groped them and pulled away for a second. “ wait wait wait- this is getting out of hand” they stuttered.

“Aww come on sweetie~ you need to loosen up a little. I bet I could treat you better than he ever could.” He caresses their face. “I mean- who is so secretive about their relationship? The entire team didn’t know you two were together for 3 whole months! Who the hell would ever keep you a secret? I’d be showin’ you off left and right! I definitely wouldn’t be afraid of showing you some love in front of everyone! He’s not doing good enough for you honey~ let me show you what real love looks like. How about it?” He sweet talked them.

They thought hard… “well…it would be nice if Illuso showed me off more… Maybe hes ashamed of me? I just thought it was because he didn’t like PDA.” They said, voice wavering. “Maybe I don’t put out enough? I’m just so self conscious because I worry about my appearance and my personality since I’m so shy…” they started tearing up.

“No baby of course not. Don’t think that way. You’re perfect just the way you are.” He cooed while kissing away the tears running down Y/Ns cheeks. “He just has a bad habit of not appreciating the things he has. He's spoiled. It has nothing to do with you, no more tears bella.” He hugged them tightly.

They said nothing but nuzzled into the hug. “You’re really good at hugs.” Y/N said, laying their head on his shoulder.

“Hmm is that so? Who’s better- me or Illuso?” He asked with a hint of playfulness.

“Oh I don’t know… don’t make me answer that!” He nuzzled his face into their neck and gently placed a few butterfly kisses on them in response. “You realllllly don’t know? Are you sure?” He teased.

“Okay okay. It’s you. You’re better at hugs.” They giggled. “But don’t tell anybody!”

“I keep it as our little secret.” He said with a wink. “Speaking of secrets…how about I show you a good time? I bet I can satisfy you better than he can~” he purred.

Y/N finally caved in to Formaggios charms. “Ok but we take this secret to our graves. Nobody can ever find out about this.” They said sternly.

“Of course bella. You won’t hear a word out of me once this is all said and done!”

He gently pushed them onto his bed and pulled their pants off.

“You have the cutest panties you know. I bet you’d rock some crotchless ones~” he flirted, hooking a finger under the waistband and pulling them off.

Y/N covered their face out of shyness. “Crotchless?! That’s lewd!” They whined.

“Being lewd would be a good look on you~. We just gotta get you in the mood. I’m gonna turn you into a little whore” he spread their legs and gave their cunt an experimental lick to see their reaction.

“Ah~” they softly moaned and shuddered.

“So cute~. But I know you can get louder than that!” He grabbed their hips and pulled them closer to his face so he can eat them out. He licked them roughly focusing on fucking them with his mouth.

“Ah~! Maggi!” They mewled at the sudden intrusion.

“That’s right sweetheart! Let everyone know who’s making you feel this good!” He encouraged them. He fucked them with his tongue and gently rubbed on their clit to make sure that no part of them was neglected.

They kept crying his name over and over. He wanted to fuck Y/N right then and there but he was there to please them. He kept himself sane by grinding his hardness into the edge of the bed.

“Tell me angel, who’s better at eating your pretty pussy? Me or illuso? Be honest or I’ll stop~” he teased.

“Uh… I don’t know… don’t make me answer!” They whined.

“Wrong answer!” He stopped licking and gave a wicked smile. “I’ll give you one more chance. Who’s better at eating you out? Me or him? Be honest now!”

“Wait don’t stop! Please!” They cried.

“Baby all you gotta do is tell me and I’ll do whatever you want! I promise” he said squeezing on their inner thighs.

“Okay! It’s you! You Formaggio! You’re better than Illuso! Happy?!” They cried in frustration.

“Verrrry happy!” He teased. He spread their bottom lips and slipped a finger inside. “I bet you want more than one finger right?”

“Mmm…yeah. More fingers please.” Y/N softly moaned at the intrusion.

“Well…only because you said please.” He teased as he slipped a 2nd finger in and curled them to brush up against that sensitive spot. He nearly pulled out their drooling cunt and back against the spot again to a slow brutal rhythm. He flicked his tongue over their clit and gave a harsh suck to the small bundle of nerves.

“Augh… maggi~” they whined. “Don’t stop~” they spread their legs further, and grinding their cunt on his face.

He fingered at a faster pace and lapped at their clit. He made a lewd slurping sound as he sucked on their clit and the fingering made wet squelching noises.

“Oh fuck Maggi~! You’re gonna make me cum!” Y/N held his head down in their crotch.

“Mmmph~” he moaned into their cunt and fingered as fast as he could as his way of encouraging Y/N to cum.

“Maggio~!” They cried as they came. They nearly crushed his head between their thighs as they rode out their orgasm. They went limp and panted hard looking down at him in a lust induced haze.

“Wow… that’s the best orgasm I ever had.”they panted, trying to catch their breath.

“Glad to hear it honey. But I haven’t even gotten started yet.” He purred. “I’m gonna make sure you cum on my cock too. Now be a doll and get on all fours for me won’t you?” He said rubbing your thighs.

Y/N obeyed and rolled over on to their hands and knees.

They could hear him unzipping his pants and pulling them off. He gives their ass a firm smack and he snickers.

“Did I ever mention that you have a cute little ass? Well ok sweetheart I’m gonna start now.”he says as he lines his cock up with their entrance.

They were well lubricated enough so he was able to squeeze his way in without much sting.

“Shit angel… you’re tight as hell. Illuso better be treating you like royalty over this cunt!” He groaned.

Y/N moaned from the sudden intrusion. They could feel that he pleasantly stretched them out. He nearly pulled out and then thrusted back in. He did this at a slow but forceful pace.

“Tell me who this ass belongs to now?” He slapped their ass as he buried his cock deeper into their wet cunt.

“It’s yours! My ass belongs to you Formaggio!” They cried.

“That’s right~ this is my ass now!” He grunted as he picked up the pace.

They arch their back and mewled and he brutalized their sopping cunt. They were moaning his name over and over like a broken record.

“Who do you belong to?”he grabbed their hips hard as he bounced them on his cock in time with his thrusts.

“You ~! I belong to you Maggi! Nobody else!” They howled with tears streaming down their face from the intense pleasure.

“That’s right! You belong to me!” He thrusted hard enough to where the tip was kissing their cervix.

“I’m gonna take you away from him and show you how a true man treats their partner!” He groaned.

He kept talking about all the promises of the future and what he's going to do for Y/N. Meanwhile his thrusts were starting to become ragged and out of sync. He reached around and started to run circles into their clit.

“Oh Y/N your pussy is so good it’s gonna make me cum!” He panted.

They felt their orgasm coming on quick with their clit being rubbed and their g spot being brushed up on in tandem.

“I’m gonna cum too ~!” They cried.

He rubbed faster and thrusted until he released inside of them.

The sudden warmth from his release finally tipped them over the edge and they cried as they came hard.

“Maggi~ I’m cumming!” The mewled and their cunt spasmed around his cock.

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Illuso looked down at his hand which was now covered in his own cum.

“I can’t believe I came to that …” he thought as he reached over for a tissue on the nightstand.

“ Am I really into that?” He mumbled as he cleaned his hand off with the tissue.

“Into what..? What are you talking about?” Y/N yawned.

Y/N woke up? Shit… Illuso hoped they were still drunk and wouldn't remember anything.

“Nothing-don’t worry about it.” He said trying to play it cool.

They squinted to see in the dark and saw that he was holding a used tissue. “ You know if you get horny you can always come to me right? I don’t care if you fuck me if I’m sleeping as long as you don’t cum inside.”

“Yeah I’m sorry. It’s just you’ve been drinking and I didn’t want to wake you.” He said trying to cover the reason why he was masturbating.

The impulsive thoughts were coming back… he wasn’t going to let it happen but he wanted to see for research.

“Hey Y/N…”

“Yeah Lulu?”

“What would it take for you to fuck one of the other members here?” He asked.

“Eugh. Why would you wanna know that?” They asked with a disgusted tone.

“Not really do it! I mean for shits and giggles !” He clarified.

Y/N thought about it… well they were both drunk so likely none of them would remember what Y/N said so why not answer?

“A GameCube.” They said bluntly.

“That new game system???” He asked dumbfounded.

“Yeah. Get me a GameCube and I’ll do whatever freaky shit you want me to. There’s this cute game called “Animal Crossing” that I’m really curious about and it looks like it would be fun . So I’d whore myself out for something like that.” They said deadpan.

Illuso stares at them for a second and then starts laughing. “This is why I love you! You never hesitate to answer my fucked up questions!”

Now Illuso has something in the back of his mind to think about…but he cares more about his pride than anything so maybe he’ll just get them a GameCube just as a gift.

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Hi, how would Levi in ur opinion act if he was jealous? Would it be different if reader was his crush or wife? I believe that according to Isayama he would act grumpy and try to hide it until he cant anymore and explodes. Have a nice day/night!

Huh...funny, I act the same way 😅. This was fun. I did them as two separate headcanons, I hope that's ok!! Thanks for the request and I hope you enjoy!!!!

Jealous Levi with his Crush Headcanons:

Levi hates this. He knows that you're not his and he hates it.

The poor bean knows that he'll turns heads if he suddenly loses it over another person flirting with you, making you laugh or touching you even if it was a pat in the shoulder.

As a result, yes he would be grumpy. He would attempt to distance himself from you as much as possible. Keyword here is 'attempt'. Are you in his squad? Yes. Is his office and your room close together? Yes. Can he stand to be alone without your presence which he's come to love? No. As much as he wants to, he can't stay away from you.

Levi's going to become more of a grouch and he will become harsher. If you try and talk to him about it, he will either push you out of his way or ignore you. Every small thing will start setting him off until he snaps.

Unfortunately it would be at you. You would've ended up pulling him away from everyone and poking at him for why he punished Armin so bad so simply coming to your room after a nightmare last night. Or why he punished Conny for ask you for help when wrapping his hand after he cut it badly during training.

"Because I can't stand another man touching you the way I want to! What's so great about them compared to me?" Levi snapped and then immediately his ears turned pink when you just stood there after his outburst. Not the way he planned to confess to you.

This wasn't even suppose to be a confession but that's what it turned out to be and now Levi won't even look at you. You would have to gently life his chin for him to look at you.

Asking him if he was jealous would be a bad idea. You would get no response except for the blush on his face. Even after you became his girlfriend, no way in hell would he confess about being jealous.

Jealous Levi with his Wife Headcanons:

Trigger Warning: Levi gets a little touchy near the end. It's with consent as he would never force you into anything

No one in their right mind should've tried anything with you. Unfortunately not everyone knows that you're Mrs. Ackerman.

Levi watches from the side of the room and he's trying to ignore the other captain hitting on you. Over the time you two have been married, you've proven yourself that he can trust you to handle things yourself but he still hates when people do this to you.

He looks away and plays with the ring on the chain around his neck. He wants to go and drag you back but then it would that he didn't trust you and that's the last thing he wants. He'll glare at the person but nothing more. Not unless you make it obvious that you need help.

Later when you both are alone, Levi will pull you close. If you guys are lying down, he'll place you head against his chest. If you guys are standing he'll wrap his arms around your waist and rest his head on your shoulder. Don't ask if he's jealous, you need to ask WHY he's jealous. If you just ask him if he's jealous. You'll receive a huff in response. By this time in your relationship, you know when he's jealous but he won't admit it because of his pride. The likelyhood of him bottling it up until he snaps again is very likely. So start getting him to talk about it.

You know it works when he says; "You know I love you right?" He doesn't vocally express his love for you so when he does, you know something is up. He just needs a little reassurance then he'll be fine again. If you tease him, he won't return it. Instead he'll tell you to shut up with a blush on his cheeks.

However, if the same person isn't leaving you alone and instead trying to do more to get with you, Levi will mark you. He will come up to you, not day anything and drag you back to his office. You'll be lucky if you two even reach the attached bedroom before his lips are against any part of your exposed skin, leaving love bites to make sure that people know that you're his.

He'll probably do more to you at that point too. However, this is only if your ok with it too. He wouldn't never want to push you into uncomfortable situations, especially since what happened with his mother. He just wants to show you that no one else can make you feel as good as he can.

Levi's doing this out of love and he can be a little over possessive so he will let you cover up some if they're really noticeable. He loves you and just wants to make sure other people are always hitting on you or flirting. Point it out to him when it gets too much and he'll back off with an apology but still keep an eye out for you.

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[Request] - Ezio x Thief!Reader - Steal Your Heart

Request:

Fandom: Assassin’s Creed

Pairing: Ezio Auditore x Thief!Reader

Words:904

Warnings: None, I think

Notes: I know I haven’t written in forever and I wasn’t even planning to answer the request since this blog is sort of abandoned, but I got the cute little idea and decided to stretch my writing muscles a bit.

"Excellent work!"

"Always!" You give him a smirk, proud of your work once more.

Ezio examines the relic you just handed him, and you examine him. You can't help it! He has the face of a God in your eyes, so you take every opportunity you can to appreciate the divine.

He looks at you again and your smirk softens into a more honest smile

"Your hands really are the best in the business!" He chuckles. You can't help but take the cue to tease him.

"My hands are very good at a lot of things besides stealing, you know?" You let the cue hang and hope that he grabs it. He does.

Ezio leans towards you slightly, enough to loom over you a bit but not enough to get in your personal space, giving you the chance to step back if you choose to.

"What other things are your hands good at?" He asks, flirty tone heavy on his voice. You reach for one of his hands and hold it in your grasp.

"Holding hands!"

You know it's not the answer he expects and that's why you say it. You delight yourself with his stunned expression, and you swear you see him blush just slightly. You giggle with satisfaction, happy to catch Ezio off guard, a feat few can manage.

You then drop his hand, and the flirty facade with it.

Truth be told, you're not usually this flirty, but Ezio has a way to influence people.

When you first met him, he had hired you to help him steal something from some Templar lap dog. Machiavelli had recommended you and you couldn't say no to a big bag of coin, so you accepted. You kept things strictly professional at first, but as he brought you into more and more gigs, and you worked together more often, he started to grow on you, way more than you expected. And you made sure to keep him returning by offering him the friend rate, a drink at the end of the day instead of the usual bag of coin.

However, Ezio could have any man or woman he wanted, if he so chose to. So, as your feelings developed, you tried to keep them down, since you knew you'd be rejected for sure.

But Ezio's friendly flirting got to you. And one day you started reciprocating. And it was fun! So you kept going with the friendly flirting, slipping your feelings in, masked as a joke. But they were anything but a joke to you, so you had to be careful to not let the mask slip. You had to step back.

And seeing Ezio look at you stunned, with a soft blush, sure made you feel things. You had to step back.

"Anyway, enjoy your new toy. Don't forget your payment." you passed by him, heading for the door of the assassin's hideout, and patted his shoulder, making sure to not linger your hand too long.

You hadn't walked very far from Ezio when he called you back.

"You know, I was thinking instead of going out for a drink you could come here and have dinner with me?" He asks you with his usual confidence. You raise a brow in response, intrigued at the unusual request.

"Any particular reason to change the usual plan?" Ezio chuckles at your question and slowly starts closing the distance between you again.

"I just think you deserve a better payment this time, for the successful double steal."

"Double steal?" You tilt your head, confused. Ezio is now in front of you again, but he leans in even farther towards you. This time he does get inside your personal space, but you don't flinch or step back.

"Of course! Stealing the relic and my heart in the same swipe is a feat to be celebrated!"

It takes you a while to process his words but when you do you feel your heart leap in your chest and the blood flood to your cheeks. He's still looming over you, too close but not close enough. Despite his confident attitude, you can tell he's nervous by the way his eyes jump all over your face, eagerly waiting for your reaction.

You'd usually brush off these tells as products of your imagination, but with his words bouncing inside your brain you have to wonder...

Was his friendly flirting friendly at all? Were the fleeting looks you sometimes caught him sending your way really a product of your imagination?

Did he like you back?

You now were wondering if the mask you put over your feelings had made you blind to his. You decide to take the leap of faith, and drop the mask willingly.

"You stole mine first, so I had to serve you payback somehow." You didn't say it with any of the usual playfulness, showing Ezio how serious your words were. If what he said was just another meaningless flirt, you'd just ruined whatever friendship you two had.

You tried to keep the anxiety at bay, but you soon sighed in relief when you saw Ezio's confident smirk turn into a heartfelt smile.

"It's a date then!" He stepped away from you "See you tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow, Ezio!”

You watched him walk out of the room, shoulders high and with a rare skip to his step, before leaving the hideout yourself with the biggest grin on your face.

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