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young master ♡

➤ summary: You don't worship the ground Doflamingo walks on, and it turns him on a little too much. (18+)

➤ pairing: doflamingo x afab!reader

➤ word count: 3.7k

➤ warnings: kinda sub!doflamingo (he’s a horny menace), mild dubcon, possessive doffy, spit kink, oral (f receiving), masturbation (m receiving), degradation, name-calling

➤ notes: this takes place before dressrosa but i’m only halfway done with the arc so sorry for any inaccuracies! i haven't posted my writing online in years so please lmk what you think :3

NSFW under the break! minors dni thank uuu

Doflamingo was sulking. His signature smile was comically turned upside down and his arms were crossed over his chest. Feet resting on top of his desk as he leaned back in his plush office chair, crumpling the important documents strewn underneath them that he was meant to review and sign. He knew he probably looked like a petulant child, and he felt like one, too. This was all your fucking fault.

Even though you were only in your twenties, you were already a well-known Vice Admiral. Vergo had informed Doflamingo of your impressive Haki abilities months ago, but that wasn’t the only reason he kept a close eye on you. You were sexy as hell, even in a Marines uniform, and he delighted in every brief interaction he had with you at Warlord meetings. When you decided to take some time off, he snatched you up immediately with a tantalizing job offer. After all, working for him was technically still a Government job, and he was helping so many countries in need!

You made it clear from the very beginning that this was a temporary gig and you had no intention of permanently joining the Donquixote Family. You were his business partner, not his subordinate. He never planned on honoring that agreement, of course, but you were making his plans particularly difficult.

The man had hundreds of thousands – if not millions – of loyal and passive subjects. Obedient workers who never questioned his judgment and praised his iron fist, from the filthy commoners at the bottom to the Elite Officers up top. But not you.

You had the kind of effortless confidence that got under his skin. You were unbothered and detached from his evil antics, from him. He made his presence known everywhere he went and was always the focus of the room, but it seemed like you paid more attention to the damn servants than him. His threats and intimidation which made thousands tremble in fear hardly made you flinch. When he revealed the secret of Dressrosa’s toys in hopes of getting a reaction from you, you practically yawned.

You knew who he was. You knew what he was capable of. You didn’t fucking care.

You weren’t afraid of him, and this greatly disturbed him.

A few days ago, you had strolled into his office without even knocking on the door. He furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance, but you barely took notice. You were there to discuss your agreement in order to figure out a time frame of how long he needed you. He threw his head back and laughed loudly as he said, “That’s adorable. You really think you can get away from me, hm?”

Perceptive as always, you noticed the slightest twitch of his middle finger and immediately held an Armament Haki-coated hand in front of your chest, blocking the nearly invisible string flung your way. “Doffy, I’m being serious.”

He frowned and narrowed his eyes. Diamante used that nickname once in front of you and now you wouldn’t call him anything else. You thought it was cute. “Since when can you block my strings?”

“Do you really think I’d be a Vice Admiral if I couldn’t do that? You were so obvious about it, too.” You clicked your tongue, knowing full well that anyone less powerful than you wouldn’t be able to perceive his movement. Prominent veins popped in Doflamingo’s forehead but the blonde man stayed silent. “I think I’ll stay here for a few more months, at least. Maybe longer if I don’t have a terrible time here. Dressrosa is kind of growing on me.”

“You’re acting like I can’t keep you here by force.” Doflamingo interrupted your train of thought. “I could have Sugar turn you into a cute little doll, and then your Vice Admiral position would disappear. Or Giolla could turn you into a painting to hang on my wall.” He paused as if considering his options, knowing full well what he truly wanted. “Maybe I’ll keep you tied up with strings as my own personal pet.”

Many times he’d pictured you tied to the headboard of his bed, stripped naked and covered in his drying cum as he used you however he wanted. Perhaps then he’d finally ignite a spark of fear in you.

“If you actually wanted to do that, it would’ve happened already. But you’re the one who hired me, remember?” You acted like you were explaining something obvious to a kid. “If you try anything against me, I can always call up the Navy and tell them what you’re doing to your poor innocent citizens. Maybe even let them know your alias? Begins with a J, right?”

“You wouldn’t dare.” He snarled, sitting up in his seat immediately and binding strings around your wrists to keep them pinned above your head. You kept your eyes trained on his, a determined and almost taunting glint in them.

“I’m not a big fan of blackmail, so I don’t want to do that,” you replied in an even tone. “I’m just saying that I can. Now, are we gonna talk business, or are you gonna play cat’s cradle all day?”

Doflamingo should’ve killed you right then and there. That would’ve put an end to his confusing thoughts about you, but your conversation only made them worse. You were on his mind constantly, to the point where he couldn’t focus on anything else. It was an obsession, an infatuation, one completely unbecoming of a heavenly being like himself. People were meant to grovel at his feet and kiss the very ground he walked on – why the fuck were you not affected?

He finally had enough. He pushed the chair away from his desk and stormed out of his office. Servants hurried away in fear, knowing that his scowl and heavy footsteps meant nothing but trouble. A whirlwind of thoughts swirled around his mind — he wanted to make you scream, to completely immobilize you with his power, to kiss you so hard you saw stars. No, that wasn’t it.

He wanted you to call him ‘Young Master’.

Doflamingo threw open the double doors to a secluded drawing room in his typical dramatic flair. You were alone, reclining on a couch and reading a book. Even this pissed him off – you were in a potential viper’s nest, surrounded by powerful people who could turn on you at any point, yet you didn’t feel the need to keep others around you for protection. You turned your head towards the intruder in confusion. His massive body filled the door frame and light from the hallway illuminated him and his feathery coat from behind, making him look like a fallen angel.

“What Devil Fruit did you eat.” It was a statement, not a question. His voice was a dangerously low growl.

“I already told you, I didn’t eat one.” You said slowly, slightly thrown off by his demeanor but still not afraid.

“You lying bitch!” He roared, using his strings to slam the doors behind him as he crossed the room towards you in three giant steps. “You must have some kind of mind control ability, or manipulation, or… I don’t fucking know! Tell me what’s happening!” He threw his head in his hands and crouched over, almost as if he was in pain. “Why can’t I stop fucking thinking about you!”

Your mouth opened slightly and you blinked a few times to process the situation, and then it hit you. A sly grin slowly formed on your face as you dog-eared your book and set it down next to you. You knew this man was incapable of love in its purest sense, but maybe… “Doffy, have you never been attracted to someone before?”

His head shot up and he narrowed his eyes at you furiously behind his sunglasses. Of course he’d fucking been attracted to people – he refused to settle for nothing but the best with his lovers. He had fucked enough sexy men and women over the years to form a small army. But none of them were like you.

They were all cheaply made toys, suitable for one or two uses then tossed in the trash when they broke or when he got bored. He was a greedy and spoiled child who always got what he wanted. But with you… it felt like he was staring through the front window of a shop at a shiny new toy. So close and so enticing but completely out of reach.

“Fuck you! I… I…” You would never know how that sentence was supposed to end, because he sunk to his knees and hung his head in frustrated shame. He slammed his fist against the floor hard enough to rattle the room. “Why won’t you belong to me?!”

The almighty King of Dressrosa, the feared Warlord, the powerful underground broker, was on his knees begging for you. He knew he sounded pathetic. He felt pathetic. But he couldn’t go a moment longer without getting what he wanted, what was rightfully his.

To say you were shocked was an understatement. You had always stood your ground because you knew your worth, but sometimes you did it to purposely push the blonde man’s buttons since no one else seemed to have the courage to do so. But you were just teasing him – this was not the outcome you had in mind.

You slowly stood from the couch to move in front of him. Even bent over, the massive man was practically your height, but he had never seemed smaller.

“Doffy,” you began in a quiet voice and reached out to gently touch his feather-clad shoulder, but he slammed the ground again.

“I don’t need you to patronize me! I need…” he trailed off again and hesitated for a moment before realizing what he needed to do to calm the fire roaring inside him. Fine, he would give you a fucking reason to worship him. He threw himself at your midsection, making you yelp in surprise. He had finally drawn a reaction out of you, and it spurred him on even more. Rough hands yanked your shirt up to your breasts and he hungrily mouthed at the soft skin of your tummy, a frenzied mess of tongue and teeth and soft lips. “I need you. Give yourself to me.” He said breathlessly, punctuating his words with a sharp bite at your hip.

You were frozen in place but weak in the knees, unable to do anything but accept his bites and bruises. You’d be lying if you said you’d never imagined what his long tongue and nimble fingers felt like on your body, in your body. He nipped at your skin hard enough to bruise then soothed it with his tongue, sending heat straight to your core.

Doflamingo was in a drugged-like haze, mind clouded with a dizzying mix of lust and hatred and longing. He belatedly noticed that you weren’t resisting him when he popped the button on your jeans. When he looked up, he realized your cheeks were flushed and your gaze was trained on his long fingers dancing along the waistband of your pants.

He smiled wickedly, feeling a sliver of regained control. “You fucking whore. You want this, don’t you?”

“Doffy, you’re the one literally trying to get in my pants.”

“Shut up.” He snarled, annoyed yet allured by your sweet giggle afterwards. He yanked your jeans down to your ankles to reveal pretty pink lace panties underneath. They practically matched the color of his coat – you had to have worn those just for him. Might as well take them later.

A needy and unashamed whine tore from his lips when he saw your pussy. Even more perfect than he’d imagined all those times he fucked his fist alone in bed. He told himself this was what was necessary to crush that annoying ego of yours, knowing full well he was nearly shaking with pure carnal desire. He grabbed your hips hard enough to bruise and shoved your thighs apart before diving in. His tongue was ravenous, licking a sloppy stripe from your ass to your clit, mouth closing around the nub and sucking harshly. The sweetest moan he’d ever heard fell from your lips and he echoed it, eager to hear more.

Fingers tangled in his short blonde hair as you tried to steady yourself. It was too much all at once. You tried to tug him away to tell him to slow down, yet wanted to pull him even closer. Doflamingo flinched at the contact. Part of him wanted to tie your hands behind your back because how dare you touch him without permission. But instead, he groaned at the rough pull on his scalp, which went straight to his hardening cock. His grip on you tightened as he dragged you further onto his face.

His long tongue lapped messily at your folds then slipped into your cunt, shallowly thrusting the wet tip in and out. He laughed in delight at your delicious juices coating his tastebuds and making his head spin.

“You’re so fucking wet.” He panted and rubbed his nose against your clit, making you jump. A sloppy string of his saliva still connected his mouth to your entrance. “I think you like me after all.”

“I’d like anyone who eats me out this good,” you quipped.

“But no one’s as good as me, hm?” To prove his point, he shoved the entirety of his skilled tongue deep inside you. You threw your head back and whined as the wet muscle curled and twisted inside you, hungrily lapping at your sensitive inner walls. “No one will ever be as good as me. Say you’re mine and you can have this every day.”

“F-fuck, Doffy… so, mmh, good…” He ate you out like a man starved, desperately sucking at every part of your pussy he could reach. One hand moved from your hip, leaving dark blue fingerprint-shaped bruises behind, and plunged into his own pants. He let out a deep groan at the contact.

“Call me Young Master.” Doflamingo breathed heavily as he pulled his pants down slightly. Your jaw dropped when he revealed his massive and fully erect dick, leaking beads of precum and bobbing against his stomach. You knew he’d be big based on his height, but this was inhuman. The blonde man noticed your hungry gaze and chuckled. “You want me so badly. Stop denying the truth and I’ll give you everything you want. I am a benevolent king, after all.”

You actually laughed at that, and he didn’t even try to be angry – being on full display for you meant he couldn’t hide the way your disobedience made his cock twitch. His other hand slithered between your legs and rubbed at your folds and the smile fell off your face.

You stumbled backwards – there was nothing behind you to lean on and your legs were quickly turning into jelly. “W-wait, Doffy, I can’t, ahh, l-let me sit…”

Two of his fingers moved downwards and bound your feet to the floor with his string. Immobilizing your bottom half like a statue but intentionally leaving your top half free to grab at his hair and body as you pleased. “Your king will grant you permission to move when I want to.”

“S’okay, I l-like seeing you look up to me for once.” Your witty reply was lost on the blonde, who had spread your folds apart and was hypnotized by your entrance clenching around nothing. You were so fucking tiny compared to him and he ached at the thought of molding your insides to take him and him alone.

Just one thick finger was enough to make you moan and pant, slowly pushing its way inside your cunt. “Shit, you’re so tight.” The soft squelches of your inner walls rang in his ears and pretty pearls of precum leaked from his dick. “Perfect fucking pussy. Give it to me.”

A second digit was soon added, scissoring you apart expertly. Unsurprisingly, the man really knew how to use his fingers. He crooked them and brushed against your most sensitive spot, causing you to cry out and hold onto him even harder. Sharp teeth playfully bit at your inner thigh in response. Doflamingo gathered some of the constant dribble of precum from the tip of his cock to lube his rough palm. He considered making you spit on his hand to ease the glide, but a better idea came to mind.

“Spit in my mouth.” He ordered, tilting his head up and sticking his tongue out. Waiting for you to follow his command like a good toy.

You were taken aback by the sudden request, but you gathered a ball of spit in your mouth like you were told… and it landed directly on the lens of his sunglasses, obscuring the vision of one eye. Doflamingo knew that it wasn’t just badly aimed. This was an act of defiance. You intentionally spit on his defining accessory, his very essence.

“You stupid slut.” The venomous insult came with a maniacally pleased grin. He pushed the stained glasses onto his forehead and you finally saw his eyes for the first time. Gorgeous and bright blue with lust-blown pupils. Looking at his beautifully depraved expression in its entirety, you briefly wondered if he really was an angel. His fingers sped up to a nearly brutal pace and he slipped in a third digit, causing you to choke on your spit. “Love me. Love me.”

A divine being who fell from heaven to beg at your feet.

“Y-you’re fucking insane,” you panted with a blissful smile, your cunt clenching down deliciously on him. “Make up your, mmh, mind.”

“Adore me.” He responded immediately. “Say you’re mine. Be mine.”

Even though you refused to respond, the blonde was lost in his fantasies yet grounded in the reality of your beautiful face scrunched up in pleasure. Mouth hanging open, hands nearly going numb from how hard you held onto him. He needed to see you like this every day – no, every hour. He could keep you under his desk like a pet, ready to suck his dick whenever he allowed you to. Or maybe you’d sit in his lap all day, one of his hands fondling your tits as he attended meetings and forced his subordinates to watch him play with his favorite toy.

But that was too mundane. He could snatch up anyone in Dressrosa right now and do the same. No, the twisted fantasy that really made his cock ache was already happening. That annoyingly sexy confidence of yours was threatening his godliness.

Maybe he’d make you step on him next time.

“Call me Young Master,” he begged again, too far gone to realize how ridiculous he sounded. Tongue hanging out like a dog (and panting like one, too), he rutted into his hand even faster. His cock was absolutely throbbing, red and angry and dripping precum. He was in no position to be giving orders. You stifled a giggle with your hand, which quickly turned into a moan as his fingers bumped against your cervix.

“I already t-told you,” you sucked in a few shaky breaths. He was watching you intently and still smiling, but his fingers never slowed down. “You’re not my –mm– Master, I don’t, ahh, work for you…”

“But why not?” He whined again. “At least call me it when you cum. I’ll fucking kill you if you don’t.”

You didn’t acknowledge the ridiculously empty threat, instead throwing your head back when his fingers crooked against your most sensitive spot. Slick was dribbling down your legs – Doflamingo licked it off of your thighs before slurping around his digits buried inside you. The blonde echoed your unashamedly loud moans, practically on the edge himself. He only needed one thing to send him into a rapturous white bliss.

He stared up at you unblinkingly, face frozen in a grin as he took in all the telltale signs of your approaching orgasm. Sweat dribbled down your forehead, eyebrows furrowed together, body tense and breath hot. “I-I’m gonna… gonna…” He crooked his fingers inside you the way he’d done thousands of times to turn people into obedient little puppets.

“Doffy~!” Your face contorted into the most divine expression he’d ever seen, crying out his name like a desperate prayer.

You ignored his order. You used that stupid fucking nickname.

He came hard.

The tight coil that had been building in his groin for days at the mere thought of you finally snapped. An animalistic moan left his lips as thick ropes of cum coated his hand and spilled onto his abdomen. He looked even more blissed out than you, panting hard and shuddering and nearly overstimulating himself with the hand on his cock still slowly moving up and down.

Doflamingo finally removed his fingers from inside you and loudly sucked them clean of your essence. Still craning his neck upwards so he wouldn’t break eye contact with you. You could lose yourself inside that piercing gaze, so full of obsession and hunger, especially when it was coming from a position of worship rather than condescension.

Blinking out of your stupor, you realized the blonde’s cum-coated hand was in front of your mouth. If you were anyone else, he would’ve shoved his fingers all the way to your throat and made you choke on it. Instead, he stayed still and kept quiet. This was an offering.

You grabbed his wrist and kitten-licked his sticky palm twice, humming thoughtfully as if appraising the taste. His grin grew even wider. Then you pulled away and teasingly said, “You take care of the rest of it.”

Doflamingo simply giggled in delight — you’d willingly tasted the essence of a god, one that was soon to be your god, but you were still too stubborn to give in. He didn’t expect you to crumble so easily and he didn’t want you to. He was having way too much fun. The blonde smeared the rest of his cum on the crotch of the pink panties still pooled around your ankles.

“That’s disgusting.” You huffed in annoyance and rolled your eyes. “What am I supposed to wear out of here?”

The man chuckled lowly and rose to his feet, suddenly towering above you at full height. He wiped the dried spit off of his sunglasses before returning them to their rightful place on the bridge of his nose.

“Who said anything about leaving?” You paled at the sight of his devilish grin but felt your core clench in need. “You still haven’t called me by my proper title.”

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whalesforhands · 4 months

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kaizen daycare! 1

summary: you love taking care of such adorable children, and they love you in return. however, it seems that you’ve garnered more than just the attention of some cute kids.

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You rejected him again.

“So how about tomorrow? I’ll come pick you up for dinner at my place?” His genteel smile, his captivating eyes, black hair draping over his shoulders as he’s leaning down slightly to stand before you, his three children long strapped into their seats within his car to ensure that they don’t overhear his conversation.

(Note that they could still very much see him, twins practically clambering over Megumi to get a better view of you two through the car window.)

Your pretty eyes are shifty, averting away from him as you scratch at your cheek. “Mmm, I’m afraid I won’t be available tomorrow, Geto-san.”

He’s already deflating, a barely put-together smile starting to give way to a frown as he nearly fails to hide his disappointment. He shouldn’t push you for a reason, right?

(Right…?)

“Ahh, I see. I suppose we could plan for another day, then.” He’s not going to hound you for an answer if you won’t tell him voluntarily.

“I’m really thankful for the invitation though, I’m sure you and your husband make great food!” A cute grin overtakes your face as your eyes turn into adorable crescents, a hand placed on your cheek. “I surely wouldn’t mind getting to eat the extra cookies you bake all the time.”

His heart melts. You’re forgiven.

Geto Suguru wants to slam his head into the steering wheel. Cookies, cookies— They were just made as an excuse to give way to longer conversations with you—!

“Papa, are you okay?” Mimiko’s shy voice is heard along the ride home, the passing streetlamps giving a warm glow to the interior of the car in contrast to the otherwise darkened, gloomy atmosphere of their father.

“Papa is… Just fine…” If getting rejected by someone as lovely as you 6 times in a row is considered fine, anyway. “Thank you for asking, dear.” He’s basically sulking as his eyes are kept on the road, a deep sigh leaving him as he turns a corner.

Eh? Mimiko really doesn’t think he’s fine at all. Did something upset him today?

“Oh, oh! Nanako knows why, Mimi!” The excited blonde is jumping in her seat as she raises an arm in the air, as if waiting to be called upon. “Gumi and I figured it out wayyyyy fast!”

“It wasn’t hard.” Megumi is almost looking triumphant, cute, chubby arms crossed and proud.

“…Is that so, sweethearts?” Suguru’s eyes flicker to the rear view mirror, amethyst purple meeting overjoyed brown and blank green that nods at his sister’s antics. “Care to tell what you think is making Papa sad?”

(There’s no way they figured it out, right? They may be his kids, but still…)

“Cause…” A contemplative finger on her lip as she lets the tension of unknowing rise for dramatic effect, an innocent grin on her cute face. “Cause Daddy and Papa are hopeless at getting (name)-sensei’s attention!”

Geto Suguru really wants to slam his head into the steering wheel now.

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“AHAHAH!” There’s a loud laughter about the room now that Gojo Satoru has appeared, bathrobe around his form and towel in his hair as he kicks his feet into the air whilst laying down, held within Suguru’s embrace as he holds his stomach.

“Can’t— Hahah!” He’s struggling to breathe, a deep intaking of air as he gasps. “Pfft, believe how that sensei is so~ oblivious.” He wipes a tear from his eye, his voice finally finding itself as he rolls onto his side to face his pouty husband.

“Aren’t you laughing a little too much, Satoru?” The red on Suguru’s cheeks is very apparent as the shame manifests itself on his face. How many failures does he need? Geto Suguru was so sure that you had liked them, would even go as far as believing that you definitely had the hots for them.

(Because, who wouldn’t?)

“Aww, is wittle Suguwu hwurt?” An arm props his head up to better see his the blushing red of his husband. “Want a wittle kissy? Satoru will indulge you— OW!” He feels himself lose balance before his back his flat against the bed, an unimpressed Suguru atop of him.

Narrowed purple and playful blue meet as the black-haired male continues to straddle him. “Not the point, Satoru.” A pat to the smiling man’s cheek. “We haven’t made progress at all—“

“Don’t worry your pretty head off about our adorable teacher.” A smirk as Geto feels a hand trail up his thigh, exceeding close to the boxers he donned for bed.

“I got just the plan.” A wink as he grabs his waist, using his body weight to roll them over so that he would be the one on top, a loving hand stroking Suguru’s cheek.

“And I’m certain it’ll work this time~”

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“Good morning… You’re awfully early today, Gojo-san…” A yawn escapes your lips as you hold a still sleeping Nanako in your arms, cradling her close and stroking her head as Gojo held the other two.

(You look awfully domestic. It makes his heart all the more softer at the sight.)

“And I’m sorry for that, sweet thing.” He adjusts a stirring Mimiko in his hold. “The family’s been too busy with our move lately, ya know? Gotta drop them off early to get the rest of the boxes.” His grin is ever bright as he follows you into the daycare, his footsteps light and his body close as they tested the limits of your boundaries.

(Truth was, he didn’t even need to move any boxes or anything. He just wanted to see you.)

“You must be working very hard, Gojo-san.” You hum quietly as you reach the nap area, the nightlights on and encompassing the room with their comfy glow as you gently kneel down to place a still sleeping Nanako onto a mattress, the man’s shoulder grazing yours as he placed the rest of his kids together.

“I think the change of pace is worth it. The relocation is gonna be a benefit to all of us.”

(My, is the new home that good?)

“It must be exhausting having to move houses, though.” You take this chance to poke at one of the mochi-like cheeks of Megumi, watching as his little nose twitches. “I hope you’re letting them get enough rest, Gojo-san.”

“Oho, plenty!” A glimmer of his teeth as you catch his bright smile. “You could even say they’re so excited, they can barely sleep thinking about yo— It.”

You’re humming as you follow-up with the light chatter, just happy to be able to have such light-hearted conversation with the man, ignoring how his fingers brushed against your own when you both reached for the blanket at the same time.

(This isn’t the time to think about such things! And he’s married!)

Unlike his husband, Gojo Satoru always seemed so hard to read, so hard to approach even after you’ve seen the softer, sweeter sides of him.

He was simply… Intimidating in his own right.

There is an odd, palpable air inbetween the two of you as the silence starts to drag, a gaze that’s seemingly stuck on you that hints and twinges between the line of unsettling. Hmm… You must be kind of tired today.

“Say, Gojo-san.” You’re getting up, patting off your apron and the almost scary tension as you lead him out the nap room. “Is your place near this area? I’ll be happy to help you find your way around.” Your back is turned to him as you gently close the door.

(You turn around only to meet the same intense blue, looking like they were glaring into your very being.)

“Well, we just moved into the apartment complex not far from here.” He takes a pause to tuck a loose strand of your hair back that your drowsy form fails to take note of. “I think it was—” His intense eyes glance downwards meet your dazed own, playful and prodding blue to the innocently awaiting you.

(So cute.)

“Akutami Estate.”

Your once sleepy self perks up at that mention, certainly recognizing that name.

“What a coincidence, Gojo-san! I happen to live within that building too!”

“That so? My, what a coincidence indeed.” His returning grin is bright, but his eyes are hard to read considering the sunglasses that had been slid back in place to hide them from your view.

“So, how about a little housewarming dinner tonight? My place, of course.”

There’s no way you can refuse now, right?

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“Shokoooooo…!” You’re whining as you sat on her chair, making grabby hands for her whilst slumped into the plush seat.

“You’re awfully needy today. What’s the matter?” She’s patting your head as you suddenly lean forward to wrap your arms around her hips, your face dug into her side as you muffled incoherent words into her doctor’s coat.

“What? Don’t speak with my clothes in your mouth.”

You pull away, pouting up at her with what looked like glossed over eyes. “I think I just doomed myself…”

“Huh?”

#kdc au #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satosugu x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto x reader #gojo x reader

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quest-for-pluto · 1 year

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NeteyamxAvatar!Female!ReaderxAo’nung

Summary: Ever since you were gifted with an avatar body, two of your friends have been acting really weird.

Okay, this was getting ridiculous.

“Neteyam,” you said. “What the fuck?”

“What, you don’t like it?” He frowned, bringing the string of decorative beads closer to his face for further inspection.

You barely restrained yourself from taking it from him and smacking him with it. How could someone possibly be this dense? “Look,” you started in a pained voice. “It’s not that I don’t like it. It’s just that this is the twentieth hair ornament you’ve given me in a week. What am I going to do with twenty hair ornaments?”

You had even started secretly giving some away to the young Metkayina girls when he wasn’t paying attention. They would at least find better use for it.

Neteyam’s ears drooped dejectedly as you scolded him. “But,” he protested in confusion. “I thought you liked hair ornaments?”

Eywa give you strength.

You stepped closer to him and poked him harshly in the chest. A slight flush broke out over his cheeks at your proximity.

“I do like hair ornaments,” you hissed at him, your right under-eye twitching from the strain of keeping your composure. “It was sweet like, the first three times. But I’m afraid if you give me anymore, my head will snap off from the weight of carrying an entire tree’s worth of wood!”

With that you pushed past him, stalking back to the village with a huff and leaving Neteyam staring at your retreating figure in shock.

“Shit, that was rough!” Lo’ak snickered, elbowing his brother in the side.

“Shut up, skxawng,” Neteyam glared, sulking deeply. It seemed he would have to step up his game.

From a distance, another boy with lighter skin and a topknot scowled as he watched the situation unfold, the spear he was carving suddenly snapping in his hands.

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You were sitting on the shore, collecting materials to weave into clothing.

Someone cleared their throat above you, causing you to look up.

“Ao’nung?” You said questioningly, raising a brow. “What’s up?”

“You hunt?” He demanded, not looking you in the eye. He was hiding something behind his back.

“Uh, yes?” You furrowed your brows, looking up at him in confusion. Usually Ao’nung wasn’t like this, if he had something to say to you, he would just come out it say it. But now it looked like there was something holding him back, making him fidget uncomfortably.

A handcrafted spear was abruptly shoved in your face. You reeled back at the sudden movement, falling back on your hands.

“What—?” You startled.

“For you,” he said lowly, clearing his throat.

You blinked in shock, taking the spear from him and inspecting it. It was beautiful, with a sleek wooden staff and a polished bone tip. Designs specific to the Metkayina clan were carved into the staff and the idents were painted black to stand out. The bone tip was expertly sharpened and secured tightly with the strongest twine on the island.

“Woah,” you breathed in amazement, but feeling a sudden confusion take root. “Why would you give this to me?”

He scowled, crossing his arms defensively. “It’s an old one I don’t use anymore, and I figured you could use all the help you could get.”

A pang of annoyance shot through you, but it was soon overrun by disbelief. There was no way this was his ‘old spear’. The spear had zero scuff marks, as if it had never drawn its first blood.

You glanced back up to call him out, but stopped yourself when you noticed the slight flush on his cheeks.

Okay. What the fuck was going on?

“Get down!” Neteyam hissed from behind a bush not too far away, pulling Lo’ak down by his ear. “They’re going to see us!”

“The hell bro?” Lo’ak complained, rubbing the side of his head with a scowl.

Neteyam glowered under the shade of a tree leaf, yellow eyes flashing with jealousy. Who the hell did fish lips think he was, stealing his girl? He had obviously made it very clear that he was courting you.

He watched with increasing irritation as Ao’nung ogled you like a piece of meat, a dark flush spreading across his face.

Neteyam growled, his tail swishing dangerously behind him. Oh, it was on.

Thwack.

“Fuck!” Lo’ak yelped, holding his face as he fell over. “Are you serious bro?”

****

“Y/n!”

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up in dread as the wool slipped out of your hands.

“Quick, hide me!” You hissed suddenly, startling Kiri enough to drop the basket she was weaving.

“What?” She spluttered as you lunged under some woven tarps, curling yourself into a ball to hide yourself completely.

“Y/n!” Neteyam burst into the marui not a second later. He paused in confusion, having thought he saw you here a second ago with Kiri, but now you were nowhere to be found. “Kiri, have you seen Y/n?”

A bead of sweat trickled slowly down your forehead. Come on Kiri, you pleaded. Get the hint.

Kiri blinked as the puzzle pieces started coming together in her mind. “Uh, no, it’s just me in here.”

Neteyam frowned skeptically. “Really? Because I thought I saw at least someone else in here.”

Kiri raised a brow. “You must have hit your head hunting or something, brother. There’s no one else here.”

With one last dubious look, he turned and trudged slowly out of the marui, tail swishing in irritation behind him.

Once you couldn’t hear his footsteps anymore, you carefully peaked your head back out from under the tarps. “Is he gone?” You whispered cautiously, eyes still wide and on edge.

“Yeah,” Kiri looked at you strangely. “Wanna tell me what that was all about?”

You sighed, crawling out tiredly from under the tarps and slumping against the wall. You slung an exasperated arm over your eyes. “Ever since I got my avatar, Neteyam and Ao’nung have been acting so weird.”

Kiri shuffled closer, her curiosity piqued. “Really, how?” She raised a questioning brow.

“I don’t know, like,” you huffed in frustration. “All of a sudden, they started giving me so many things I didn’t need. At first it was nice of them, since I thought it was their way of welcoming me officially into the Na’vi culture, but now it’s getting ridiculous. I now have like twenty hair ornaments, an accessorized dagger and a crossbow from Neteyam, and a spear, two necklaces and assorted handpicked Metkayina sweets from Ao’nung. I have no idea why—hey,” you paused as Kiri started to snicker, and soon enough she was bent over as full belly laughs shook her collapsed body. “What—why are you laughing?”

“Oh my Eywa,” she snorted, wiping a stray tear away as she picked herself back up. “This is too good. Y/n, you can’t possibly be this oblivious.”

You stared at her in confusion and slight irritation. This was a serious issue that had been bothering and worrying you for weeks, and now she was laughing? “Want to tell me what I’m missing here?”

Kiri grabbed your shoulders, shaking you lightly with a gleeful smile. “Y/n, they’re courting you!”

They’re courting you.

As soon as the words sunk in, your jaw dropped. “No,” you shook your head, rejecting the idea immediately. “There’s no way.”

“Oh but there is,” Kiri giggled, a touch too deviously for your liking. “Oh this is great! We can have so much fun with this.”

“What? No! What are you even saying Kiri?” You scowled, looking at your friend in disbelief. “How could you think that?”

“Y/n,” she said seriously, raising an unimpressed brow. “Think about it. A bunch of sudden attention? Showering you with gifts?” She leaned closer, wiggling her brows suggestively. “Your bangin’ new bod?”

“Ewww,” you shoved her face away, gagging. “You’re crazy, there’s no way they’d like me. We’re just friends.”

“That’s how you see them,” she smirked knowingly. “But I guarantee you that they don’t. Trust me, next time they try to approach you, tease them a little, and watch how they react. If they get flustered, well you know I’m right. If they’re friendly like usual, then you’re right.”

****

It had been bothering you, what Kiri said. In fact, you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Tease them a little, and watch how they react.

A dark flush creeped over your face, warming your cheeks. “No,” you shook your head aggressively. “That’s stupid. I’m not going to do that.”

But what if she was right?

What were you even going to do with that information if she was?

It was at that precise moment when you heard something that sounded suspiciously like a punch.

“Ow! Let go!”

“No, you let go!”

Splash.

Feeling a thick dread pooling at the pit of your stomach, you hurriedly followed the grunting and splashing sounds until you pushed aside some foliage, greeted with a view of the two culprits trying to viciously drown each other.

“What are you doing?!” You shrieked in horror, dropping whatever you were carrying and running towards them as fast as you could.

At the sight of you, the two of them abruptly let go of each other, standing up as stiff as poles.

You stopped right by the shore, shoulders heaving as you glared at them. An embroidered headpiece floated innocently towards you, brushing up against your ankles.

“It’s for you,” Neteyam cleared his throat, wiping the water from his face. “I was going to find you to give it to you, until this skxawng attacked me.”

“What?” Ao’nung exclaimed in outrage, turning towards Neteyam angrily. “You threw the first punch, idiot!”

“Only because you slapped Y/n’s gift out of my hand!” He growled back.

“Enough!” You hissed, shutting them both up. “This has gone on for long enough. I don’t know what your goals were, if this was supposed to impress me or something, but all it did was make the two of you look like the biggest idiots on the island.”

Neteyam lowered his gaze in shame as Ao’nung averted his eyes with a scowl.

“I don’t know how you could be so dense,” he grumbled. “I was obviously courting you.”

Neteyam whipped his head up, an angry snarl pulling at his lips. “What are you saying? I was courting her first! You were just interfering.”

“What?” Ao’nung snapped in indignation. “Who said—”

“It doesn’t matter who was courting me first!” You bared your teeth. “I choose no one! You’re both morons!”

“What—”

“But—”

Holding your hand up, you silenced the protests, glaring at both of them heatedly. “Don’t talk to me until you’ve both started acting like adults.”

You turned on your heel, angrily stomping away from the water and leaving the two boys shocked to silence as they floated in the water beside each other.

Neteyam was the first to blink out of it, giving Ao’nung a grimacing stink eye.

“The hell are you looking at, forest bitch?” Ao’nung snapped back.

Neteyam rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. “Obviously nothing impressive.”

“You piece of s—”

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This might have been slightly OOC lmao, oops. I might make two alternate continuations where the reader ends up with one or the other, not sure yet.

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azaleakoneko · 9 months

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“Every inch of you…”

Sanji Vinsmoke x Fem|Reader

A/N: Hey Everyone, thanks for voting on the poll and helping me out! This is my first public fanfiction, so hopefully you like it ♡ Feel free to leave feedback in the comments!

Warnings: +18 MDNI, Angst (self inflicted anxiety, feeling inadequate), Comfort/NSFW, Praise, Begging, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Nicknames (My love, Sweetheart, Baby, Pretty girl), Vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, overstimulation, creampie.

Word Count: 3.7k

Tags: @downforsanji @stephisokay

“Oh come on, you still haven’t told him yet..?” Nami asked with an exasperated sigh as she crossed her arms and looked at you with a frown. “Do I have to tell him myself? Or are you going to wait for another Pudding to steal him away again?”

You couldn’t help but glare at the navigator, but deep down you knew she was right. You had been head over heels in love with Sanji ever since you’d joined the Strawhat Crew as the sous-chef, and it was almost painful how obvious it was to everyone on the crew.

Well, almost everyone.

The clueless chef had somehow overlooked your affections all this time, assuming your overt kindness and consideration towards him was nothing more than common courtesy, and you were too afraid of rejection to confess your true feelings to him.

Because of this, things had been uncharacteristically tense between the two of you since his reunion with the crew after the Whole Cake Island incident. He had assumed you were upset with him for turning his back on Luffy and the crew, but truthfully you were nursing a shattered heart from the exact situation Nami was referring to; Pudding.

“That’s not going to happen, Nami.” You practically growled at her as you stopped in your tracks. Just the mention of that girl’s name made your heart clench and made you feel sick to your stomach and she knew that; which is exactly why she said it.

“Oh yeah? You’ll tell him yourself and stop torturing yourself then? I don’t understand why you haven’t just put your big girl panties on and fessed up.” Nami huffed as her hands firmly dug into her hips. She wasn’t about to back down and let you sulk around the Sunny anymore. “This is Sanji we’re talking about. What are you so afraid of, y/n? Just tell him.”

Instead of snapping back with anger you wore a distraught expression on your face, shoulders sagging forward as your gaze fell to the floor. “That's easy for you to say. You're his precious 'Nami Swan'. I'm just the sous-chef, nothing special...”

“Babe, you are waaaay out of his league so I better never hear you say you're 'nothing special' ever again." Nami quipped as she rolled her eyes and grabbed you by the shoulders, giving you a few firm shakes to snap you out of it before she lifted a hand to grasp your chin-forcibly making you look at her. "Go. Tell.

Him. You know what? I'll help you."

“N-Nami..?” You were about to ask what she meant, but before you could protest she was already dragging you down the all too familiar route to the kitchen with a grip that didn’t allow you any squirming room. “Jeez!”

At this point the pair had garnered the attention of a few of the crew mates, but they knew far better than to interrupt Nami when she had that look on her face. Everyone acted like it was business as usual, purposely averting their gaze to avoid getting a chilling gaze from the woman.

“Listen to me. You are going to at least tell him the truth and give him a chance to respond at the very least.” She commanded as she haphazardly burst through the door to the kitchen and shoved you into the organized space. “Hey Sanji, would you be a dear and come over here for a sec? Y/n here has got something she’s been just dying to tell you.”

You looked at Nami with a look of deep rooted betrayal from the ambush, feeling your heart thump painfully in your throat accompanied with a wave of nausea from the anxiety you were experiencing upon realizing her intention with isolating you here.

Nami was too busy ensuring there was no way for you to escape as she inched her way back towards the doorway, reaching for the handle. “This is your chance, y/n. Don’t you dare try to leave now or I’ll start charging you berries for every time you whine about this guy. Got it?” She said as she flashed a playful wink before slipping out and hastily closing the door behind her.

A simple “Good luuuuck!” was the last thing Nami uttered through cupped hands against the kitchen door as you stood there in a state of panic.

You didn’t have long to process your situation however when your favorite sound drifted into your ears making you grip your fingers into your palms firmly in an attempt to quell your racing heart, causing small crescent moons to indent your skin.

“Y/n, is everything alright my love?” Sanji asked cautiously as he approached from the storage room, immediately noticing how tense her stance was.

When he saw you were hesitant to respond, or to even turn around for that matter, he gently urged the conversation forward again. “Why don’t you come sit down and I’ll make you something and then we can talk?”

You heard a few more light steps approaching and then felt a gentle tug on your hand coaxing you to turn around and acknowledge him. You felt a deep ache in your heart from how kind he was still being to you despite you brushing him off and avoiding him for the past few weeks.

Sanji wasn’t too bothered by the silence; at least you weren’t brushing him away like you had been lately. His fingers slipped across your palm as he gripped your hand tighter to seat you at the kitchen island and his brows creased when he felt the little marks in your skin. “Sit here for a moment, alright?”

You nodded and took a seat, gradually lifting your gaze to watch him as he meticulously assembled an assortment of snacks while brewing a pot of tea.

The longer you watched him the harder it was to rationalize why you had been pushing him away when all you truly wanted was to hold him closer.

You hadn’t even realized you had begun to cry, but Sanji did and he promptly abandoned his pursuit of making you snacks to immediately return to your side. Even if you were upset with him, he would never leave a woman in distress in his presence.

“Oh sweetheart... Please talk to me. Are you alright? Be honest.” Sanji urged as he sat beside you and took your hands in his, rubbing his thumbs soothingly over your trembling hands.

Hearing him ask if you were alright only made matters worse and you already felt like you had no right to take comfort in his touch, but you tightened your grip on his hands anyhow. “I’m fine...it’s stupid.” You said in a weak attempt to deflect, but the way your eyes refused to hold eye contact was enough to tip off that lie—not that you really tried.

Sanji’s expression softened as y/n finally started to speak to him again. He freed one of his hands to wipe your tears and give you a reassuring smile that made your heart flutter even in this state of mind. “Darling, nothing that makes you cry is stupid. Whatever it is, let me help you. Please? I want to see that beautiful smile of yours again.”

You reached your hand up and pressed his palm flush against your cheek, nuzzling into its warmth and for a moment forgot what was troubling you, but you knew it couldn’t be avoided forever. “Sanji...” You whispered meekly with your eyes squeezed shut— voice quivering as if it would break like fine china. “Did you love her?” Even asking him hurt, but you had to know for your own peace of mind.

Sanji realized none of her behavior the past few weeks was about Luffy at all, and suddenly everything started to make sense. “Is that what you’ve been worried about, y/n..?” He asked sympathetically, his curly brows knit together in concern. “Hey, look at me gorgeous. I didn’t love her, okay? I Promise. I’m right where I belong.”

With his gentle consoling you couldn’t help but feel terrible for letting something so silly put so much needless tension between the two of you, but you shoo’d those pesky thoughts away and gave in, allowing yourself to look up into those breathtaking blue eyes of his.

“Let me ask you something in return, y/n... Do you love me?” Sanji asked hesitantly, afraid that you would laugh at him for even suggesting it. His luck with women in the past wasn’t exactly much to brag about, but this didn’t feel like those situations at all; you were sitting here vulnerable in front of him. “Please.. be honest with me, y/n.”

At his question the floodgates broke again and you couldn’t help but cry as you nodded, not wanting to hold it in any longer. “I do, I love you Sanji. I love you so much that it hurts to breathe sometimes.. and when I thought I lost you, especially to her—” You began to explain but were cut off almost immediately by the sudden feeling of his warm lips crashing against yours, effecting stopping any train of thought.

Sanji slid his other hand around your waist and pulled you in closer as his lips refused to part from yours; deepening the kiss instead until he felt you finally begin to relax under his touch. “You could never lose me,” he said as he pulled back slightly, lips brushing yours as he spoke again. “I love you too, y/n.”

It felt like the air in your lungs had abandoned you as you looked at him with widened eyes, feeling like you had to be imagining this, but there was no way your imagination could perfectly replicate the smell of his cologne and cigarettes or the feeling of his hands on your body.

“Let me prove it to you, my love.”

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“Mm... you’re so beautiful, y/n.” Sanji hummed against your skin as he trailed kisses down your jawline, beginning to nip and suck at the delicate skin of your neck with his teeth and eager tongue, loving the taste of you but enjoying your reactions to him even more. “Mine..”

You couldn’t help but whimper and lean your neck to the side to give him better access as he eagerly attempted to leave marks all over your neck and shoulders.

Everywhere his lips touched felt hot and filled you with a need for more, and before you knew it he was between your thighs, lifting the plush flesh over his shoulders with a hungry gaze. “S-Sanji...” You panted when you felt his lips press against your inner thighs, slowly trailing to where you needed him the most.

“Shh, my love.. let me take care of you.” Sanji vocalized as his breath fanned against you, making your stomach clench in anticipation. “I want you to keep your eyes on me, alright baby? Just relax and watch..”

He pressed a tender kiss against your clit before slowly rolling his tongue between your folds, eliciting a whine from your parted lips as you obeyed, not like you even could rip your gaze away from the sight of him between your thighs; he looked so attractive with his determined expression and flushed cheeks from the intimacy.

“Ngh, Sanji..” You sighed as he latched his mouth on your entrance—his tongue lapping against your heat while he gripped your thighs to keep your from squirming away from him. “T-That feels... r-really good..”

Knowing how easy it was to get you to talk for him now made him smirk against you before he plunged his wet muscle past your entrance, relishing in the taste of your fluttering spongy walls with a self indulgent moan as the tip of his nose nuzzled against your clit to give you some much needed friction, making your body jolt from the pleasure.

“God, you taste divine, my love..” He groaned against you before he dove back in, not caring how messy his face was getting from your slick as he explored your depths with one thing on his mind; making you feel so good that you couldn’t focus on anything but him and how much he loved you. Not Pudding — just you.

Your fingers tangled through the gorgeous gold of his hair and gripped the strands you’d always wished you could run your fingers through as you mewled and ground your hips against his mouth, aiding his tongue in reaching deeper inside of your core. “Fuck, p-please don’t stop Sanji..!” You stuttered out as you felt the heat in your abdomen grow to an almost unbearable degree as you looked down at him with a half lidded gaze, absentmindedly pushing his face into your dripping fluttering cunt.

Sanji loved that you weren’t being shy with your needs any longer because he could barely contain himself as your moans made his erection press almost uncomfortably against the mattress below you. He growled sensually and gripped your thighs tighter, pressing your pussy as close to his face as possible; wanting to make you completely lose yourself to the pleasure he provided as he rutted his hips in tandem with your desperate grinding against him.

“M-My love, I’m gonna..” Your voice came out in a low whine as your back arched beautifully off of his mattress, plush thighs clamping tightly around his head as your juices began to gush from your pussy, “Ngh oh fuck, I’m cumming Sanji..!”

Sanji’s ministrations didn’t relent however, there was no way he was going to waste even a single drop of your well deserved release. He withdrew from your walls to lap at your folds and swirl his tongue against your throbbing clit like a starved man. “Good.. that’s it my pretty girl, let go for me...” He coo’d as he greedily cleaned you.

Helpless whines of his name fell from your lips as he continued to pleasure you through your high, not being able to get enough of the adorably lewd faces you were making as you trembled and jolted from his every slow touch.

“Sanji, baby p-please...” You begged with a high pitched tone as your feet dug into his shoulders, eyes rolling back into your skull from the sensation of his touch gradually sending your body into a state of overstimulation. “I c-can’t take it.”

If this were any other situation he would’ve given in to your pleas and eased off, but he could only feel how badly he wanted.. no, needed you right now. “Mmm... I think you can, sweetheart. One more please, just for me..?” He said as he pressed kisses to your tense thighs, rubbing his hands along the bare flesh tenderly.

Goosebumps erupted along your skin as you watched him, swallowing hard before caving in to his request with a firm nod of consent. There was no way you could deny him - not when you had wanted him like this for so long.

Sanji ran a hand down between your thighs and inhaled shakily with desire as he pressed one and then another of his digits against your heat, slowly sinking inside of your walls to loosen your muscles as his mouth latched onto your engorged clit with soft kitten licks. The way you clenched around his fingers while they scissored and stretched you for him made his neglected cock twitch, but your pleasure was all that he cared about in that moment.

“Haah.. Sanji, can you please kiss me?” You begged with a yearning tone as you tugged gently on his hair to make him look at you. All you wanted in this moment was to feel closer to him - to have his body against yours.

Hearing you ask him so sweetly made his attention snap to you. He pulled away from your pussy with a trail of saliva and slick connecting his mouth to your clit before he started to trail kisses up your stomach and chest, wanting to build the tension again before he had you right where he wanted you; begging for more. “Of course, my love. I’ll do anything for you.” His hands dug into the soft flesh of your breasts and kneaded them with his fingers as his lips finally hovered over yours.

Patience was something you lacked as you draped your arms around his neck and pulled him flush against you to kiss him. You nipped his bottom lip and took the opportunity to roll your tongue into his mouth when he gasped in surprise. He tasted like a mixture of his cigarettes and your slick which, made it even more addicting to kiss him. “I need you, Sanji...” Your leg hooked over his hip to press yourself up against his erection.

That was much sooner than he had expected but he wasn’t about to deny you what you wanted, especially when you looked so cute while you were being this needy for him. “Then you’ll have me, y/n.” He said with a breathtaking smile that reached his eyes as he slipped his hand down to hook your other leg over his hip as well. “Just tell me if things get uncomfortable alright? The last thing I want to do is hurt you, my love.”

“I will, baby.” You mumbled as you nodded eagerly, locking your lips with his again as your bodies pressed together; his throbbing dick now rubbing against your folds and making your breath catch in your throat.

Sanji reached down between the two of you and guided himself to your entrance, slowly pressing into your heat inch by inch with a sensual moan as your gummy walls squeezed his cock. “You’re so tight, my love..” He growled sensually as he bottomed out and began to gradually thrust in and out of you to get you accustomed to him. “You look so pretty taking my cock like this.. My pretty girl.”

You winced a little as you felt your walls stretch to accommodate his girth but the pain was gone almost as quickly as it had surfaced due to his mindful attentive movements; it was clear he was constantly being considerate of your pleasure even with his rapidly crumbling restraint. “Ahn.. Sanji, h-harder please..” Your voice was timid, not yet used to making demands of him in the bedroom.

“What was that, my love? You’ll have to speak up.” He said with a smirk as he kept the same pace, leaning forward to latch his mouth on the delicate skin under your jaw, trailing pretty bruises down to your shoulder that he could admire later. “Use that pretty voice of yours.”

“F-Fuck... Please, please go harder!” You whined as you bucked your hips up against his, pressing his cock deeper inside of you but at nowhere near the roughness that you craved. “Please don’t tease me baby, I need you!”

There it was again - those beautiful magic words that flipped Sanji’s switch and made him want to give you everything you could possibly handle. His grip tightened on your hips as his rhythm picked up, causing lewd slapping and pleasurable panting to fill the silence around them. “Can’t leave my pretty girl unsatisfied now, can I?” He hummed as he watched your eyes roll back from the faster pace. “Tell me, how does it feel my love?”

“S-So good..!” You choked out as his tip repeatedly battered against the entrance to your cervix, a ring of your arousal building up around the base of his shaft. “D-Don’t stop!” You slid your arms around his back, fingers digging into his shoulders and causing thin scratch marks to form down his back as you clawed him.

“Good girl.” Sanji groaned and leaned down to kiss you deeply as he felt the last of his restraint burst into flames. He began to pound himself into you so roughly that your legs were forced apart as you were fucked senseless into the mattress. He knew he was getting close but he couldn’t stop when you felt this heavenly. “God you feel amazing, sweetheart..”

All your fucked out mind could manage to utter was mindlessly babbled praise and cries of his name as his thrusts brought you to the edge once more, your walls fluttering around his cock as your legs locked behind him. “Ah..! M’gonna cum Sanji...”

“I know you are, my love... Cum for me.” Sanji commanded softly as he slowed his pace but continued to roughly slam his hips against yours, chasing his own high as you looked up at him with teary overstimulated eyes. He slipped a hand down to rub his finger gently against your throbbing clit. “You did so well. Such a good job for me, my love..”

Hearing him praise you like that while providing the added stimulation against your sensitive nerves made you cry out again and tremble as the tension within you finally snapped practically making you see stars. You reached a powerful climax, squirting your slick all over his cock and soaking the blanket and mattress beneath you in the process with your cum. “Ngh..! I love you, Sanji.” You whimpered before your exhausted body crumpled back down against the bed.

Sanji wasn’t far behind you, moaning as he felt your pussy milking him, but it was your sweet voice telling him that you loved him that sent him over the edge. “I love you too, y/n.” He panted as he sloppily thrusted into your spent pussy a few more times before pressing his hips firmly against you, dick twitching and spilling his release deep inside.

He then followed suit and collapsed on top of you, taking the utmost care to not crush you with his body weight. “God, I love you so much.” He said as he peppered tender kisses across your cheeks, chin, nose, and then finally pressing an affectionate lingering kiss to your sweet swollen lips. “Every inch of you, my love.”

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igotanidea · 10 months

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Let's fuck up the friendship : J.T x fem!reader

how cute is that picture? UwU

request by @parkjammys (once again, thank you for making my day by posting pics of Outlaws!Jason today)

based on the prompt: "sometimes i look at people and think.. really? that’s the sperm that won?” With best friend Jason feeling really jealous seeing his best friend that he has a major crush on, talk to some guy (guy is Kyle Rayner) and he's mumbling "he's not even her type"

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„Why is he here again?” Jason scoffed, carefully observing his best friend Y/N, talking to that stupid prick of a green lantern, Kyle Rayner.

“Dunno.” Dick, still in his Nightwing suit shrugged casually, while stuffing his mouth with cereals ‘probably something to do with the newest mission on Earth or something like that.”

“It doesn’t bother you at all?” Jason hissed, involuntarily clenching his fist. “that he just drops by whenever he wants?”

“No, not really.” Dick swallowed particularly huge piece of his meal and focused on his brother’s face. “does it bother you?”

It wasn’t a secret that Jason and Kyle weren’t exactly friends, but the former never reacted with such…. intensity. All right, most of the times the green lantern showed himself around Jason was throwing offences left and right, showing his teeth and acting like he was marking territory. Kyle, however did exactly the same thing. It was sort of tradition at this point. But all that teasing, fake fighting and extreme emotions never escalated so quickly to the point where Jason was all red (and not because of the helmet or the gear), grinding his teeth and subconsciously reaching for his gun while his eyes were fixed on one place in space. Or rather, one person.

Y/N.

She was talking to Kyle, laughing at whatever he just said, her eyes sparkling, looking happy like never before. And what was even worse she just hit his chest playfully. SHE TOUCHED HIM for fuck’s sake and that fucker really seemed to enjoy that. On the other side, Jay did not like it at all. How could he? He had a massive crush on her since he could remember and yet, despite all his cool demeanor, harsh behavior and bad boy outlook, he was too self-conscious to ever confront her about it. Stupid, longing idiot, afraid of his own feelings. To tell the truth, he himself wasn’t sure if he was more afraid of the possibility of her pushing him away or rather the fact that by some miracle she might want him. He was not good in relationships, any of them, and that made his mind create crazy scenarios in which she was hurt or killed or sad or crying because of him.

But sure as hell he was not going to let Rayner get to her first!

She was just …. something different.

The girl who knew what she wanted and wouldn’t settle for anything else. The girl who would stand by you, listening to every rant and problem you may have, but also the one who would turn and run the second she got vulnerable. It was so damn hard, to get her to open up, since on 9 out of 10 cases she would just jump into helping someone else or dig into work.

And she was his best friend.

What kind of fool falls for his best friend?

It was stupid and childish and naïve and yet, all he wanted and needed was to just approach her that very second, interrupt her happy conversation and use one sentence that would either make her hate him and disappear for good or get them both to a whole new level of relationship.

“Let’s fuck up the friendship.” God, how he wished he had the guts to just get it out of his system.

Instead he settled on watching her from the distance, not rushing to make a fool out of himself in front of both Dickhead and that freaking Rayner.

“Jace?” Dick interrupted his train of thought, smirking under his nose.

“What?!”

“Is this about her?”

“What? NO. Fuck no. She’s just my friend. My best friend.”

“Yeah, right, friends don’t look at friends that way.”

“Whatever!” Jason scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest sulking for a moment and sighing deeply. ‘I hate the way she’s smiling at him.” He mumbled “and she’s not even trying to hide it….” He pouted like a completely immature 5 year old.

“She’s an astrophysicist, Jason.” Dick patted his arm reassuringly “ You can’t blame her for being enthralled by all that crazy space-shit stuff he’s saying.”

“I don’t blame her.” Jason hissed “I blame him, you know? Do you ever just look at people and think: really? That’s the sperm that won?”

“No…..” Dick made a face in confusion. Damn it, if that were the thoughts coming into Jason’s mindthan it really was bad.

“Well, I do. And he’s the living proof of that.”

“Jason…..”

“He’s not even her type…” Todd muttered under his breath.

“And what exactly is her type?” Dick smirked again “Tall, dark haired, well-build douche? If you care about her …..”

“I don’t fucking care about her!” he yelled.

Too loud.

Whoopsy.

Not a chance she didn’t hear that, and the sudden outburst made her turn her head towards him. Shit, if he was red before, now he was simply crimson. Jason found himself between the devil and the deep blue see. Should he clear this little misunderstanding? Should he come clean? Or should he just run away leaving the ground burning?

“Jace?” she stuttered, her eyes growing wide, while Kyle took the chance and wrapped and arm around her shoulders protectively to give her some grounding “Is this about me?”

“Good luck, clearing that out, Jaybrid” Dick laughed, but hid it by pretending to sneeze.

“Shut up, Grayson!” Jason hissed through clenched teeth and slowly approached the girl and Kyle. “It was not about you. It was about some girl Grayson met and about whom he couldn’t shut up. You are my best friend, you know it, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, right, best friend’ she mumbled looking down, moving slightly closer to Rayner and away from Jason. Oh, that was like a slap on the cheek. Like a sting right through his heart. Like a….

Was it disappointment in her eyes?

No, it couldn’t be…. Why would she be disappointed?

“Anyway, if you don’t mind, Rayner” Jason used the unimaginable amount of power to control himself “I would love to rescue my best friend from your hand. I bet whatever you say about space must be out of this world, but there are people who actually need her on Earth. On daily basis. Not just while dropping from time to time and leaving her hanging.”

“Oh, Todd.” Kyle cooed “aren’t you just so cute while trying to act like a knight in shining armor. But guess what, she doesn’t need your protection.”

“Right. The only one who’s going to need protection is you. From me.” Jason leaned forward eyeing the other boy with predatory gaze ‘I know what you are plotting, Rayner. And if you think I’m going to let you use her….”

“Is someone jealous?” Kyle scoffed “cause sure it seems you treat me like a threat.”

“Why don’t we take it outside so I can show you how much I am not scared of you. Maybe this time you will deal with someone equal to you rather than seducing girls with your fake charm!” Jason jumped to his feet, Kyle following right after and the tension was so palpable that most likely they wouldn’t even wait to go outside, just beat the shit of each other right inside.

“ENOUGH!” sudden scream coming from Y/N made them both gasp in surprise. Neither Jason nor Kyle has even seen her this angry. She was practically fuming and it was terrifying to see this normally calm, communicative and focused-on-peaceful-solutions-to-problems girl in such state. And it was them who pushed her to this point. She was not a meta or any other kind of superhero but at that moment she held the power of the hurricane and was about to throw it at them.

Shit.

“Y/N…” Jason raised his hands and tried to calm her down.

“Shut up, Jason!”

“ You heard the girl, shut up, Jason” Kyle laughed viciously

“THE SAME GOES FOR YOU RAYNER!”

“I’m sorry….” He whimpered and it was Jason’s turn to laugh.

“I am TIRED of being your toy. Exhausted to be precise. I’ve been making doe eyes at you, Todd for months now. Doe eyes that you chose to ignore every. single. fucking. time. And yet, the moment I move on from this silly, stupid, fucking, one-sided crush you decide to step it and ruin everything. Just because you wanted to? Just because you what? You get jealous now? Fuck, Jason, do you really think you can just do whatever you want, whenever you want, not caring about the others? Not caring what I have to say? Oh, hell no. You don’t hold such power over me. Not anymore.”

“Y/N….” Jason took a step forward, but she jumped away, almost like he was a disease she didn’t want to catch.

“Get away from me!” she hissed “We were just talking, you idiot! I was being nice, not that you know what it means! I’m done with both of you!”

“Wait, what did I do?” Kyle asked, now a bit confused

“Oh, nothing, sweetie.” Y/N mocked “just telling me the shit of improbable stories to make Jason angry while watching me laugh with you. Yeah, I noticed that.” She cut Jason off the moment he opened his mouth to say a thing in his defense “Well, genius, I was laughing at you, wondering when will you finally realize that I did my research and don’t believe a word you say. Are you familiar with the word sarcasm?”

“Haha! Burn!” Jason couldn’t help but let out a laugh

“And you, Todd, should learn the meaning of the word honest. You are both losers. I want nothing to do with you. I’m out.”

And so she left. The only sound they heard after that was slamming of the door to her room. She had one at the Manor since her expert knowledge was sometimes needed and she was helping the bats while patrolling at night.

And then chewing on the cereals.

“Well that was quite the show….”

“SHUT UP GRAYSON!”

***

“Y/N? Please, open the door. I just wanna talk.” Jason was knocking at her door for like 10 minutes now and yet, she didn’t bother answering and he started losing all hope. Did he fuck up? Was all the chances he had with her gone just because he was a stupid idiot In love and therefore acting like crazy?

“She’s not there, you know.” Tim emerged from his room, bothered by all the knocking and begging.

“What? then where is she?”

“Hm…. Not sure if I should tell you after everything that just went down…..”

“How do you….? Fuck, whatever. I swear if you don’t tell me where she hid I would burn all the coffee shops in the tristate area!”

“I equipped them all with the fireproof furniture and equipment a while ago. Had a feeling that sooner or later you will threaten me with the lack of coffee….Listen to me carefully, replacement…” Jason took a step forward, towering over Tim’s figure but before he could take any action, another voice joined the conversation.

“Boys. Why do you always have to act like savages? Y/N escaped to the roof. Guess she was in need of some air after that little outburst.”

“Thanks, Steph.”

“Always a pleasure. “ she winked “Oh, and Todd? Make sure to fix it. I really don’t like this Rayner guy, either.”

***

“Was it Steph? I know it was her.” Jason could only do as much as step into the rooftop when Y/N felt his presence. Apparently the time with bats sharpened her senses.

“Y/n. I just want to talk.”

“Ok. Sit. Talk. I’m listening.” She patted the spot next to her and Jason took it without any hesitation. She was willing to listen, maybe not everything was lost.

“I’m sorry” he sighed deeply and that made her turn her head and look straight into his eyes just to confirm if he actually did say the words she heard coming from him

“Wow! That would be the first time I ever heard you say a thing like that!” she laughed

“I mean it. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel like I was playing around with you or anything like this. It’s just…. just…..”

“What, Jace? Come on, just say it. Just be honest with me. I won’t laugh or judge you, I promise.”

“I had a crush on you.”

“Had?”

“All right, I still do!” he threw his hands in the air “Are you trying to humiliate me now?”

“For how long?” she asked looking at the space in front of her, not meeting his eyes and missing the fact that he was eyeing her with love sick puppy eyes, begging whatever deity was there that she would let him love her. Despite everything. He would put all the work in proving to her that he could be better. For her. For them. And if that required honesty – so be it.

“A year.” He muttered, almost inaudibly.

“A year?!” she cried “seriously, Jason! Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“How was I supposed to tell you?! I didn’t know if you were feeling the same way! I couldn’t risk scaring you off. I couldn’t risk…. Losing you. ”

“You didn’t notice all those times when I was making a fool out of myself just to get your attention? I mean really, doe eyes?”

“I’m…. I’m not good with all that flirting and teasing and relationship stuff. I … I don’t recognize it well. Besides, you are my best friend and ….”

“And what?” she moved her whole body, so now she was not only facing him, but her whole figure was turned towards him “Just say it. Please.” She begged, looking straight into his eyes, not faltering for even a second. “Say it, cause I don’t think I can.”

“I wanna fuck up the friendship.” He gasped, not really believing the words coming out of his mouth. But once he started he just couldn’t stop the flow “I want to love you. I want to have you to myself. I want to be yours. I want to be able to hold you, touch you, kiss you. I don’t want to be just friends anymore. I want to make you mine. If you let a fool like me…..“

“And it’s not just because of Kyle?”

“Fuck no! I don’t give a single damn about him! I care about you, Y/N. In a more-than-friends way. I’m done pretending. ” he whispered looking down, his cheeks a bit reddened. Not a long though since she cupped his cheek and made him look at her. “Please, be mine”he whimpered

“Jason, can you promise me you won’t act like a male ego embodied again?”

“I can’t.” he shook his head in resignation “I can’t cause I care too much and can’t help getting possessive sometimes and…..” She didn’t let him finish leaning forward and pressing her lips to his. This took him a bit by surprise, since he thought she was going to ditch him for not being able to promise her what she needed. And instead, she was kissing him?

Damn it, not just kissing, that was clearly an understatement. She was laying all her love on him. Those sweet, soft lips he was dreaming about for so long were on his, brushing over his gently and yet with so much passion he was practically melting. He wanted more and yet, all that tenderness and intimacy of sharing first kiss in the privacy of nighted rooftop was something to enjoy rather than to destroy by any urgency.

And so, even if still confused, he followed her lead, choosing delicacy and softness. Maybe it was what they both needed and enough to get him high and drunk on the feeling of her. He could feel her with every cell in his body. Her touches, her smell, her affection for him. All of it combined.

He barely held back a whine when she pulled back.

“Does this mean you forgive me?” he whispered, his hands aching to touch her and hold her to his chest, but holding back because he needed her direct answer. “For acting like a dumbass?”

“You had me at I wanna fuck up the friendship” she laughed lightly, changing position and settling between his legs, not fighting or running away.

“You have no idea how long I wanted to say it.” He answered, wrapping arms around her waist, pulling her closer and kissing her neck softly, inhaling the fresh scent of her shampoo “So long, baby… so fucking long…..”

“Glad you choose the moment when I was forgiving and merciful” she chuckled “’because you know, it could have backfired on you.”

“But you’re not leaving?” his grip on her tightened in a sudden fright this was all just a crazy dream and in a minute he would wake up in his own bed, alone and cold, still yearning for her, none of those words from before said in real life.

“No.” she put her soft hands on his biceps, caressing his skin and all those scars reassuringly “I made up my mind, Jason. It’s you. It’s always been you. I’m done pretending too.“ she turned her head and hid face in the crook of his neck, nuzzling her nose over his skin. “I love you.”

In the darkness of the roof, with almost no stars on the sky and with her eyes closed, she didn’t notice few tears that gathered in Jason’s eyes and flowing down his cheeks.

He had her.

He finally had her.

And he was not going to let go.

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hp-hcs · 6 months

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Hmmm how about a poly oneshot with bully Draco and Lorenzo who hates the reader for being with the golden trio and mainly potter ?? They hate how touchy and blushy harry gets around their darling and vice-versa. They hate how everyone thinks you two are together and you don't do anything to clear up the rumor. They hate how you're always in his dorm and they hate seeing your lipgloss mark left on harry. But God do they love you and can't take it anymore 🤭🤭

oooh, interesting! love to see that you’re a hoe for drama (lovingly)

hate how this turned out but wtv

lipstick — yandere! enzo berkshire & yandere! draco malfoy x gn! gryffindor! reader

tws: toxic/possessive/obsessive behavior, slut shaming, implied sexual content? (question mark?)

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“Look at stupid Potter. With his stupid scar, and his stupid friends, and his stupid Y/N.”

“His?” Enzo laughs. “Y/N is not his.”

“Not if we can help it,” Draco mumbles.

The pair watches in silence as you throw a snowball at the ginger weasel, ducking behind Harry when the bloodtraitor tries to retaliate.

Harry scooped you up in his arms, like a valiant prince coming to save the day.

They can both hear your clear laugh, even from the other side of the courtyard. It makes them both seethe with anger.

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“C’monnnn,” you pleaded, tugging at Harry’s arm. “I have friends other than you. I wanna talk to Luna and Pansy and Blaise.”

Harry rolled his eyes, not putting up much of a fight as you dragged him into the Great Hall.

It was a new thing this season, to promote house unity, or whatever. The heads of houses had come up with the idea; tea, cocoa, and cookies in the Great Hall every Friday evening. Everyone welcome.

The Great Hall is dimmer than usual, not all of the floating candles lit. A few dozen student of all houses mingle and meander.

A group of kids sat on a blanket on the cool stone floor, almost as if it were a picnic.

Another group had thrown blankets and sheets over part of the ridiculously long tables, creating a blanket fort underneath.

You headed straight over to where Luna was painting Pansy’s nails. They greeted you with laughter as Luna’s unsteady hand got orange nail polish all over Pansy’s knuckle.

You gasp. “Harry! Let me paint your nails! Pleaseeee?”

He shrugged, looking over the myriad of colors laid out. He picked one up and held it out towards you.

“Snitch gold, for luck.”

You laugh, accepting the bottle and pointing for him to sit down.

“You don’t need luck, Harry. You’re you.”

Across the room, two Slytherins clocked Potter’s shy grin and bright blush.

~~~

You sat down with your friends, a wicked game of truth or dare already in full effect. As predicted, Gryffindor had won their game against Hufflepuff, resulting in a very large house party. You’d noticed a few Ravenclaws around and wondered how they got in, until you saw the Slytherins, the lions’ main suppliers of firewhiskey and good times.

“I dare you…” Ginny trailed off as she thought. A wicked grin spread across her face. “I dare you to wear that failed blue glitter lipstick that me and Cho made.”

You roll your eyes. “Oh, please. That’s easy.”

“For the whole day tomorrow.”

You raise an eyebrow. “I’m not afraid. Bring it on.”

~~~ “Draco!” Enzo hissed as he harshly elbowed his friend in the ribs.

“Ow. What?” He followed Enzo’s finger, pointing straight at the Gryffindor table. “What am I looking at?”

“Potter.”

Harry James Potter was furiously scrubbing at his skin with a napkin as you, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione were all practically howling with laughter.

Sure enough, you were true to your word, wearing that ridiculously tacky lipstick that stood out like a beacon when surrounded by all of that garish red and gold.

Harry let out a visible sigh, tossing down the napkin and sitting back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest in an obvious sulk.

Right there, smack dab in the middle of his cheek, was a perfect blue stain from a kiss.

Draco’s ears burned with rage.

“Nope. Come on, Enz. We’ve waited damn long enough.”

~~~ “It’s not coming off, guys,” Harry whined.

“Why do you think we called it failed?” Ginny laughs, the blue smudge on his cheek looking quite comical. “That’s what happened when we tried to wear it.”

You snicker. “You look good in blue, Harry,” you teased, enjoying the faint blush that settled over his cheeks.

You suddenly felt a heavy hand come down on your shoulder, tightening to the point where it was almost painful.

You whirled around, surprised to see two Slytherins you’d barely talked to.

Harry sneered at the sight of his long-time rival, Malfoy. “What do you gits want?”

They both ignored him, as if he wasn’t there at all.

“We need to talk to you,” Enzo snapped, his hand on your shoulder tightening even more as he all but dragged you out of your seat.

You stumbled after him as Draco propelled you forward with a firm hand on the small of your back.

The two boys dragged you out into the hall, away from prying eyes. Draco wasted no time before shoving you up against the wall in a secluded alcove.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing, kissing Potter?”

“W-what?” You stammered, your brain not yet having caught up with the situation.

Enzo scoffed. “Whoring yourself out to anyone who blushes at you, huh?”

“What?”

“How long have you been sleeping with him, hm? How long?”

“Wh- Harry? We’re friends!”

“Friends, huh? Friends?” Enzo scoffed.

“Yes!” You snapped. “Who d’you think you are, questioning my- mmfph!”

Draco surged forward and kissed you harshly.

~~~

Enzo Berkshire, Draco Malfoy, and Y/N L/N all stumbled into Defense Against the Dark Arts twenty minutes late, their clothes rumpled and their skin stained with blue lipstick.

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Building a snowman ❄️ Luke Hughes

summary — Luke and y/n build a snowman together

pairing — luke hughes x reader

words — 1623

THE FIRST FLAKES of snow began to fall from the sky, bathing the streets and gardens in a layer of white.

Over the last few days, it had been getting colder and colder day by day, so you had been waiting impatiently for it to finally snow.

And today it finally did. The day couldn't have been more perfect, because Luke's Christmas break had started today. That meant no games, no training and lots of time for his girlfriend.

You had been looking forward to this day for the last two weeks.

With your nose pressed against the window pane, you watched the flakes, which seemed to get thicker and thicker as they landed on the ground and slowly became a thicker white layer.

If it kept snowing at this rate, there would be around five centimetres of snow on the ground in an hour, so you drag Luke out of the house to build a snowman with him, have a snowball fight and go for a walk.

While your nose is still pressed against the window pane and you can't take your eyes off what's happening, Luke is busy wrapping the last presents for his family.

You had offered to do this for Luke because you didn't want him to have this stress around his ears, but your boyfriend had thankfully declined. Because if there was one thing he wouldn't let himself be deprived of, it was wrapping presents. Because Luke loved that more than anything. And he actually had an incredible talent for wrapping presents in pretty paper with bows or other decorations, whereas your presents looked like they had been wrapped by a four-year-old child.

Since you knew that Luke liked to take over this part, you also gave him the presents to wrap that were from you. Except for the present you had bought for Luke, because you had already wrapped it and hidden it under the bed, but the paper had come undone every now and then and it had taken you countless attempts to wrap the presents.

"What are you doing?" you hear Luke's voice behind you, causing you to jump slightly and look into Luke's amused face.

"I'm waiting for it to snow enough so we can go outside," you reply, pointing to the window behind you.

Luke starts to grin and takes a step closer to you. As his knees touch the fabric of the couch, he crouches slightly before bringing his elbows down on his knees and looking up at you.

"Like what?"

"Sometimes I wonder if my girlfriend is an adult or more like a little kid."

"Hey, every adult is a child sometimes! Otherwise something would have gone very wrong!" you start to grumble before crossing your arms in front of your chest and starting to sulk. "Besides, I'm hardly ever childish."

"Absolutely not." Luke starts to roll his eyes with a grin, so you make sure to ruin his hairstyle shortly afterwards by running your hand through his hair.

"Hey!" now he's the one who starts to grumble and then gets up to avoid your hand.

"Have you finished wrapping presents yet?" you start to change the subject, while Luke tries to fix his now completely ruined hair somehow.

"No, but I saw it was snowing and thought I'd go and look for my crazy girlfriend. Not that she's already out in the snow making snow angels.

"I guess you don't know me well enough yet, Hughes!"

"Really not? Aren't seven years long enough?"

"Seven years already? I've had to put up with you for that long?" you joke as you get up from the cozy sofa and saunter over to Luke.

"Don't come near me!" he almost shouts as he puts his hands protectively on his head and starts to walk backwards, a smirk forming on his lips.

"Why? Are you afraid of your hair? It's already destroyed anyway," you reply cheekily and take bigger steps to reach Luke faster.

"I still have soooo many presents to wrap," he adds quickly, before turning on his heel and running out of the room. Within a few seconds, a door starts to slam shut, causing you to roll your eyes and laugh.

"Don't think you're going to get away with this, Hughes!" you shout after him with a cheeky grin on your lips, already starting to imagine how you can tease Luke later in the snow.

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"Come on, Luke! Hurry up!" you shout again from the hallway as you put your hat on your head and then pull on your gloves.

It had snowed so much in the last hour and a half that the snow had already covered everything in a thick layer of white.

Your impatience was barely contained, so you could hardly bear to finally get out into the snow.

But Luke had disappeared into the bedroom about five minutes ago, where he seemed to be looking for something. And so far he didn't seem to have found it.

"LUUUUKKEEEE!" you called out to him again after a few seconds, having received no answer.

"I'm coming!" came back and shortly afterwards Luke was standing next to you in the hallway, wrapped up in his jacket, hat, scarf and gloves.

Without much hesitation, you grabbed your boyfriend's hand and pulled him out into the snowy wonderland.

In the street where you lived, there were countless children already playing in the snow, building a snowman or sledging.

"Not so fast, babe. The snow won't melt in five seconds," Luke grinned as you pulled him out into the garden.

"Mmm," you simply replied, before removing your gloved hand from Luke's and looking up at the sky.

Countless flakes were still falling from the sky, but they were no longer as thick and large as the snowflakes had been an hour ago.

"Do you want to build a snowman?" you began to sing the line from Frozen.

Laughing, Luke began to nod and shortly afterwards you started to roll the three balls for the snowman together.

"Isn't the ball a bit too big for the snowman's belly?" Luke said with a grin as you came to a halt in front of him with the large ball, which was almost bigger than the bottom of the snowman.

"He just ate a lot of cookies" you reply, shrugging your shoulders. "Can you please help me put them on the base?"

"Ai, Ai ma'am" Luke replied with a grin and helped you lift the snow globe onto the other one, before you then put the snowman's head on top and the snowman slowly took shape.

"All we need now is a carrot, stones for the eyes, mouth and buttons..." you began to think aloud. "Oh! And he needs sticks for his arms and a scarf too!"

But Luke didn't seem to hear the last sentence, because the older boy had already disappeared inside the house.

Confused, you looked after him for a few seconds before you just shook your head and then began to search for stones and two branches.

A few seconds later, you had found everything you needed, so you ran back to the snowman, where Luke was already standing with a carrot.

"Here", with a smile on his lips, Luke handed you the carrot and you started to put the carrot on the snowman's nose and decorate it with the rest of the things you had found.

Once you're done, you take a step back to look at the finished snowman with Luke.

A satisfied smile forms on your lips as Luke puts his arm around you and pulls you a little closer to him.

"Perfect!" you say, clapping your hands enthusiastically.

"We did a good job," Luke agrees and takes out his cell phone to take a photo of the snowman.

And you take advantage of the moment when Luke is distracted and grab some snow, which you shape into a ball and then throw it at Luke.

"Hey!" he exclaimed, stunned, but with a smile on his lips, after stuffing his cell phone back into his jacket pocket.

"Catch me if you can" you challenge Luke confidently and with a cheeky grin on your lips before you start running.

You keep turning your head back over your shoulder to see how far Luke is from you.

At first you had a huge lead, which now seemed to be getting smaller and smaller and you just couldn't manage to increase the distance again, as you were already pretty out of breath and the snow wasn't exactly making it easy for you to run away quickly.

Shortly afterwards, Luke grabbed your hips, causing you to start screaming in fright for a few seconds. But your scream is more or less stifled shortly afterwards as you and Luke fall sideways into the snow together.

"Luuuuukeee!" you shriek, shivering, as the snow begins to touch your exposed face and your pants slowly get wet from the snow.

"Y/n!" he replies with a laugh as you both just lie there in the snow.

"You're really childish," you reply, laughing as you slowly turn onto your back.

"Then we're a perfect match." You could clearly hear Luke's grin as he pulls you over by the waist to put his arm around you.

Automatically, you start to snuggle a little closer to your boyfriend as you continue to lie in the snow, looking up at the snowy sky.

"This has been a perfect day," you gush as you reach for Luke's hand to intertwine your hands.

"And there will be countless more of these in the days to come," Luke promised you and then pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, making you blush slightly.

#luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes x y/n #luke hughes imagine #hughes brothers #nhl oneshot #nhl fic #nhl imagine #nhl #nhl fanfiction #nhl x reader #nhl x y/n

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tatsumessy · 1 year

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~ op men and their pregnant wife: she’s mad at them - series ~

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Ft: Luffy, Ace, Sabo, Law

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Just op men doing what they do best but at the expense of how you feel.

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Sitting on one of the deck chairs Sanji had just brought you something cool to drink especially for you to cool you’re nerves. You love the man to death but he’s just so stubborn that you’re afraid the baby would have that same trait when he’s born.

Taking a sip from your drink you could feel someone sulking behind you and just from instincts your husband, soon to be king of the pirates knew he was in the dog house. “Y/n!!!! Stop ignoring me please!!!” Luffy whined moving himself to where he was now sitting infront of you. He raised his hands to touch your stomach but you slapped them away. “Don’t touch me Luffy. Those privileges are revoked.” You say crossing one leg over the other turning away from him.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were that hungry. If I would’ve know then I would’ve never taken from your plate.” He smiled awkwardly before scratching the back of his head. “You do this every night, did you forget I’m eating for two now! I have to each the right amount of food everyday or OUR baby might now be healthy.” I say emphasizing the our, he looked down in worry possibly reflecting on what he did.

“I’m sorry Y/n, to make it up to you and him, for dinner you can have my plate.” He tried to suggest but you shot it down, you know that the most important thing to Luffy is his food so why would you take that away? “No. Don’t worry about it. Usually I don’t care if you take from me but we’re having a baby. He’s the son of Captain Monkey D. Luffy. He NEEDS to be big and strong. So stop stealing from your son.” He laughed jumping up in excitement from being out of trouble.

Laying in bed you had just finished taking a shower and having your heart to heart with your baby and was now resting in bed like the doctor ordered. The baby was due any day these next couple of weeks and it has everyone on the ship worried. The only person who you don’t know how they feel is Ace.

He’s been so absent this past month it’s really been bothering you, the only time you’d get to see him was when he was with white beard or if he’d come in your shared room thinking you were asleep. Tonight you wanted to stay up and wait for him to come so the two of you could talk.

The longer you stayed up the more upset you got and who knows who was going to get caught in the crossfire. An hour passed and Ace finally showed up looking very exhausted and tipsy, “Where have you been Ace.” You asked with your arms crossed while keeping your focus on the bed sheets.

“Out. Why?” He said taking his hat and shoes off, “Do you even want to start this family with me and be honest.” He looked at you like he was contemplating something before answering. “It’s not that I don’t wNt too, I’m just scared. I don’t want to talk about this right now Y/n.”

“Ace what do you think I am? Everyday? If you were too scared to have this baby then I should’ve gott-” “Don’t finish that sentence.” His head was turned towards you but you didn’t want to look at him. “I’m carrying the baby, I’m protecting the baby with my body, but I can’t be the only one caring for this baby when it comes out. Which is any day now if you knew that.” You scoffed scooting to make yourself comfortable in the bed.

“I did know, I’ve been asking everyone I know for tips on how to better take care of you and the baby. I’m scared. I should’ve talked to you about this and I know that. Just don’t ice me out Y/n, that doesn’t fit well with your personality.” He stood up and went into the bathroom leaving you alone in your thoughts.

You two were only having issues because of miscommunication and he was bold enough to admit that. Maybe the hormones were making you too stubborn to forgive him just that quick. He came back out after taking a shower getting ready to get into bed with you but you stopped him. “I don’t want you sleeping here tonight. The baby also said the same thing, they said their father needs to learn his lesson.” He smirked walking over to your side of the bed to place a kiss on your cheek then he grabbed a blanket and made himself comfortable on the couch.

“Goodnight lovely wife of mine.” He says forcing a small smile on your lips, “Goodnight Husband.”

“Honey please tell me why you’re sulking at my desk?” Sabo asked looking up from the papers from across the room. He leaned against the table while crossing his arms waiting for you to respond. “Y/n?” You looked up at him then looked away.

“Why am so here? You could’ve left me at home.” You say playing with something that was sprawled on his desk. “I wanted you to come so that we could spend time together.” He said stepping closer to you. “I feel like I’m apart of your desk. YOUR baby and I don’t feel appreciated at all, I’m so sick and tired of you asking me to come and spend time with you at work when all you do-”

Sabo forced you to stop rambling with just a simple kiss. He sat down on his knees using his hands to rub your thighs to calm you down. “Look, I had every intention of taking you out today but plans ended up changing at the last minute.” He caressed your cheeks pulling you closer to him once again to plant an even longer kiss on your lips. He smiled into the kiss wrapping his arms around your thighs to pick you up to place you on his lap.

“You do this all the time.” You say crossing your leg over one another, he just laughed in the crook of your neck pulling you closer to him with one arm while his other hand rubbed on your stomach. “OUR baby is doing just fine. It’s his mama that’s stressed over a minor issue. Do you want to get out of here?”

You looked off to the side while wrapping your arms around his neck, you leaned your head on top of his and let out a small sigh. “No, it’s fine. Keep working.” You say and he just sits there rubbing your stomach. “Let’s go to our favorite spot, how does that sound?”

You and Law had gotten into an argument a few days ago because of him overworking himself. He thought you were being irrational and weren’t thinking straight because of your pregnancy hormones.

So you had been staying to yourself for the bast couple of weeks because Law was too prideful to apologize. It was around one am and you can’t sleep peacefully without law by your side. But you won’t apologize first either, you’ve done it too many times even if it wasn’t your fault that you two got into an argument.

You were laying in bed as Bepo was feeding you a bowl full of fruit because you were told by the doctor to rest in bed. “Y/n I’ve got to say, your resolve is impeccable.” He said placing another strawberry in your mouth and you just sighed and gave him a small smile. “Is there a reason why you don’t want to speak with Captain Law.” You turn to your side with your back facing Bepo as he spoke.

“Law scares me.” You said fidgeting with the bed sheets, “How does the Captain scare you? He’d never do anything to hurt you.” “Everything he does scares me. He doesn’t even want a baby and when I threatened to break up with him he seemed relieved.” Bepo gasped and ran to the other side of the bed to see your face. Tears were sliding down your cheeks, “I was an idiot…” Bepo looked up at something then started rubbing your back to calm you down.

“Bepo I don’t care what happens to me I just want my daughter to be safe, even if you throw the both of us off of the Tang I won’t be bad.” Bepo continued to rub your back as more tears fell down your face, “So this is where you’ve been hiding.” Bepo flinched and stood up apologizing for not saying anything to the both of you and then running out the room.

Law closed the door behind him and locked it, you still didn’t want to speak to him so you covered yourself with the blanket so that he wouldn’t see you crying. “Y/n, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset.” You rolled your eyes because it didn’t seem like a sincere apology.

The blanket started to move and you thought he was trying to see your face but he moved it to where he could see your stomach. He placed his hands on them and the gave your stomach peppering many kisses while saying things that couldn’t hear. Moving the blanket you looked down at him and he glanced your way turning slightly so that you couldn’t hear whatever secret he was telling your daughter.

After a couple of minutes he stood up and grabbed the bowl Bepo had and started to feed you the fruit. You looked off to the side not accepting it but he forced you to look at him and eat the fruit. “Our daughter and I just had a conversation right now and we both agreed that I was in the wrong. And I’m sorry for not looking at the situation from your point of view.” He kept his head down not expecting you to forgive him, a small smile appeared on your face watching pout towards your stomach.

“You may look dumb but you can be smart sometimes.” You cover your mouth trying to hide the blushing smile appearing as he looked at you with an annoyed expression. He kissed your stomach before standing up and placing one on your cheek, then your other cheek then finally one on your lips. He held himself there for a moment longer before pulling away and smiling.

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seangelfish · 3 months

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Can I request jealous headcanons for cozmez? let's say his f! s/o is very kind and naive with the people around her

JEALOUSY HEADCANONS (w/ cozmez)

Featured characters: Kanata Yatonokami, Nayuta Yatonokami ♡ Tags: Headcanons, established relationships, she/her pronouns ♡ Word count: 742 ♡ Summary: Headcanons of how jealous the Yatonokami twins get when it comes to their s/o.

KANATA YATONOKAMI

Kanata knows how kind you are to people, that's how you managed to steal his heart. He doesn't really mind it because that's just the way you are. You're the complete opposite of him after all – kind and friendly, outgoing and energetic. However, he does have his limits to this attitude of yours.

He won't admit it, but he hates how too friendly you are to people – especially towards other guys. Seeing you smile so radiantly like that to other people other than himself will often have him heated.

And what's worse is that you're so naive.

Because of his past, he's able to recognise people's true intentions. It is no different when it comes to you. Your kindness is easily taken advantage of and this frustrates Kanata immensely. He either has to tell the other person to fuck off or drag you away from the conversation.

But the real reason he's doing this is because he's jealous. He's jealous that other people are able to experience your kindness – that he isn't the only one who gets to be treated that way.

He won't upset you and confess any of that. He vows to take those feelings to the grave.

But Kanata is extremely transparent when it comes to you, so you can immediately tell that he's jealous. His eyebrows are crossed and he has such a sour expression on his face. His voice deepens a bit and he becomes too clingy that it can be deemed insufferable to others, but cute to you ♡.

So when he does get jealous, he would hold your hand more often. Sure, he holds your hand occasionally, but Kanata seems to be the type that dislikes PDA. However, when someone else steals your attention away from him, his dislike for PDA is thrown out the window.

He makes the other person know that you belong to him by pulling you close and touching you up, glaring at them like a feisty cat. Though, he won't go too far to kiss you in front of them... not when it's not needed, of course.

Ultimately, he's just outward with his jealousy that it can be seen as possessive. He isn't afraid to cuss people out or to tell them that they're taking too much time with his girlfriend.

NAYUTA YATONOKAMI

Nayuta, as spoiled as he is, expects you to only act like that around him. No one else deserves your kindness. He wants you all to himself.

He makes sure that these feelings of his are obvious to you whether it be directly communicating it to you or being a little bit more touchy.

He will always sulk about the way you speak to others, but he isn't too hurt by it unlike his brother.

He's more chill about your kind personality even when you're so oblivious to people's ulterior motives. So, he'll indirectly help you out when that happens. Usually, he'll butt into the conversation and say no on your behalf or he'll question you whether you really want to do xyz.

He won't cuss out the other person, but his word choice is still considerably harsh. They immediately back away after his confrontation.

But when things go too far for his liking, he'll resort to excessive PDA. Compared to Kanata, he loves PDA – it's second nature to him, so he isn't afraid to wrap his arms around your waist and give you a few kisses here and there to get the message across. When the two of you leave the situation, he would look back at the person and stick his tongue out.

However, Nayuta is more mature when it comes to his jealousy. He's not one to make a scene, but he's witty with it. Sometimes, you can't even spot when he's jealous because he either finds the situation cringey or 'not worth the hassle.' He knows that you'll always be his and nothing can change that.

But that doesn't mean you should completely ignore him for someone else. He's one to get upset and possibly give you silent treatment. You would have to apologise and reassure him when he's lying in bed, his back turned from you.

Thankfully, he doesn't get aggressive when he's jealous though. He never takes it out on you, but he just can't help but fall quiet. So, he'll always appreciate it when you stay by his side and draw patterns on his skin. It comforts him in a way and shows that you didn't mean to neglect him like that.

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fanficsat12am · 2 years

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Can you pls do what the demon brother's (maybe even the side characters)would do if mc wiped of their kiss?????

AN: OF COURSE!! Here's your request luv <33 Hope you like itttt :>

how the brothers react to you wiping their kiss off prank I Lucifer & Mammon

📜 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃!! 📜 Leviathan, Satan & Asmodeus Beelzebub & Belphegor

Lucifer

He’s a very busy man and finds every moment with you to be very special. Because of his schedule, he’d give you little pecks on your cheek or the top of your hand when you pass by him in the hallways of RAD.

Coffees in bed, watching a movie, and snuggling underneath a comfy blanket are some of his favorite memories with you.

When you wiped off his kiss, he was genuinely hurt. He’ll pretend to have not noticed it at all, but he definitely did. He won't be getting any work done, head busy theorizing on what he might have done to upset you. Maybe you were getting tired of being in a relationship with a workaholic? Was he not giving you enough attention? You must have known about his constricted time schedule before agreeing to be with him right?

At the end of the day he decides to just talk to you about it like an adult. He believes that communication is a key to a good relationship and to respect whatever you want to do after this.

“My Love, I know it must be hard being in a relationship that feels like you’re the only one in it. But please know that there is not a second where I find myself not thinking about you”

Feeling bad for the demon, you finally tell him that it was just a prank and he is visibly upset. He immediately thinks this was the work of one of his brothers and goes around the house asking who was in on it, threatening the perpetrator and screaming that he’s not afraid to feed whoever they are to Cerberus.

Once you catch up to him and explain that it was just your idea, he starts to sulk. You end up having to pepper the demon with kisses for days as payment. He’ll still be a little shaken up and decided to take some time off work to spend a day with you.

Mammon

Though he acts like you’re just an annoying human, this guy is absolutely smitten with you. He would travel the three realms and back just to see you.

He gets all blushy when you give him little pecks when in school. He takes a lot of pride being your first, always reminding his brothers of it like a broken record. He hates to admit it, but he absolutely loves kissing you in front of others when he’s jealous, further solidifying that you’re his.

So when you decide to wipe his kiss in front of his brothers, he’s absolutely taken aback–jaw almost hitting the floor. He starts getting all huffy and puffy, going into a full blown fit.

“What the hell, human? Ya think you’re too good for The Great Mammon’s kiss ha. If you didn’t want it ya could’ve just said so”

Crosses his arms with a pout and starts to leave the room. You chase after him, trying to explain to him while blurting out apologies. Only when you both reach his room does he turn back to look at you with tears brimming his golden irises. You’ve gotta understand, this boy loves you. Your little prank made him think you didn’t feel the same way anymore.

You end up cuddling him all night, whispering words of comfort into his ear till he’s fast asleep. You make a mental note to yourself to never try this again on him.

Ready yourself, cause you’re about to show the demon how much you love him. You take him on a shopping spree as an apology gift, start to spend even more time with him, and pepper him with kisses all day long.

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sunshine-scented · 2 years

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Hii, I really love your work and I'm in love with your Lego monkie kid headcanons <3, can you make a Macaque, Wukong, Mk and Mei (if possible) with a dragon half that is sweet and very affectionate? The reader just loves to give them love and affection <3, if noy, just ignore it ;)

How adorable~ I'll make sure this satisfy your needs phuhu ♡

❀ Woah,,,big lizard♡ ❀

: them having a half dragon s/o!

: Sun Wukong, Macaque, MK, Mei x gn! Reader

: Fluff and a hint of crack if you squint

Sun Wukong

Will gladly revel in your affection

Loves it when you're so willing to show affection, like, yes please do it every day??

If you don't give him his daily affection he literally panics

What happened??? Are you okay????? Where are my kisses >:0????

Spoiled brat

Whines and pouts about you ignoring him, arms crossed and everything

If you humor him and kiss his cheek, he's now giggling and wrapping his arms around you asking for another one

Greedy greedy monkey ♡

When you randomly hug him from behind or kiss him out of no where, gosh, he's so giddy he'll explode with happiness

When you revealed your dragon form to him, he's very amazed

Like, bro? I'm dating this huge giant and they're all mine???? I'm so lucky

Oh my gosh you guys would definitely have the most pettiest races every (fun fact; you'd always win)

Loves to just lay on your dragon form and caress your scales, he's just admiring you in any chance he gets

You can't tell me that he stares at you with the most love struck eyes from a distance

It's really easy to mess with him in your dragon form, continuously shove your tail on his face, laying your giant head on his, he's there acting all pissed but in reality he just loves how playful you are

Imagine that he's fighting a really powerful demon and is actually on the brink of losing and the demon getting all cocky for beating the monkey king

Only to be petrified by a huge dragon right behind him with glowing angered eyes

PS: they pissed their pants

Wukong's eyes lit up at the sight at you, as if he wasn't covered in scratches and bruises

":0! Hi babe!! :D!!"

"YOU'RE DATING A DRAGON?!?!!?!"

Yeah so now nobody wants to mess with monkey King anymore

Six eared Macaque

Isn't used to physical touch

He flinched the first time you hugged him, and frantically reassured you that no, it's not your fault

But a lot of time and patience can make him get used to your affection, maybe he'll even start to yearn more of it

Subtle touches from his tail is like an invitation to completely drown and smother him with affection

Loves it when you just start touching his hair and scratch behind his ears as you talk about your day, gosh, he's falling so hard rn

But if you don't talk and just stare into his eyes while you pet him, you're killing him

He can't breathe, you're just so mesmerizing and so attractive, stop making his heart beat faster! >:(

Once you showed your dragon form, he's shocked to say the least, but quickly recovers after noticing that it's you

"My my, I never thought I'd be having a dragon wrapped around my finger~♡"

"Love, your tail is wagging really fast right now"

"You're seeing things"

He didn't really want to touch you right away since he's afraid of going over boundaries

But if you reassure him then maybe he'll cinsider

Once he started to scratch under your neck and once you started purring, now be can never stop

He finds you absolutely mesmerizing both on human and dragon

Adores your every being, literally becomes soft when he sees you

You guys are literally the most cutest, grossest couple ever

The both of you never fail to give each other the dumbest pet names ever and Mei's on her last straw

"Hello my little boo boo bear 🥺"

"Hello to you too shnuckums 🥺"

"You two should shut up 🥺"

You guys literally are beside each other every single day

MK's heart literally swells in happiness when you cheer for him at training

Now he won't stop trying to show off cause he loves the praise coming from you

Literally starts to sulk when you aren't beside him and does everything on his daily routine bad

Very definition of puppy

He's so downbad give him a leash

You wanted to show your dragon form by scaring him, why? He's so cute that's why

So when you roar right on his face he screamed and literally tried to fight you

"WHO ARE YOU?! WHAT DID YOU DO TO (NAME)!?"

"I AM (NAME)!!"

"YOU'RE LYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

So you almost created mass destruction

After calming him down (and showing him your human form to tell that you aren't lying) he's ecstatic

Traumatized, but that's on you

You like to randomly scoop him up on your back and fly around the city with him, his little squeals of happiness and amazement on how high you're flying never gets old

Shyly asks if you wanted you mane to be groomed, why is he so cute oh my gosh

Baby :(

Mei

Oh my gosh you guys are so cute

You can not tell me that you both wear matching clothes every time you go outside

I'm talking similar colors, designs, aesthetic, everything

Selfies!! Lots of them

If you don't like photos then she can just make you her photographer lol

Is very happy when she knew you were a dragon too! Literally almost exploded with excitement

Now MK has two extremely huge dragon bodyguards

Dragon cuddles, DRAGON CUDDLES!! ♡

She likes to zoom all around the city on her bike with you

And when she's racing, her face beams in excitement knowing that you're watching her

Probably played pattycake on your dragon forms, everyone was concerned

Such a perfect girlfriend ♡

I'm having a Mei brainrot

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spicyclover · 5 months

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Everyday by your side

Summary: Sometimes you need to wait for the right moment.

Hope you’ll enjoy it. Let me know in the comment section.

Thank you! :)

Lots of love, xxx Spicy Clover

You've been with Alex for almost three years now. Your relationship is perfect... almost. There is a detail that has been bothering you for several months. In your circle of friends, all are either engaged or married. Each of them found the soul mate who put the ring on their finger, yet after three years, Alex still has not asked you. Not that you want to or are in a hurry, but hearing your friend talking about weddings and stuff... You want it, too.

You tried to make him understand. After all, this is the third wedding you've attended, and you’ve been a bridesmaid. You sent him pictures of rings, announcements from your friends, and wedding videos, but nothing. He doesn’t understand. He doesn’t seem disturbed or concerned about it. He is very busy with his round trips and all the work required to be a Formula One driver…

It’s not complicated to ask a question!

You pester yourself, typing frantically on your computer. Another of your friends just announced her engagement on Instagram. Here you go, one more. You sip your coffee before shutting down your computer and looking around you. You’re sitting at the entrance of Williams Hospitality. It’s Saturday, qualifying is about to start, and you’ve been catching up on some work late enjoying the marvellous Italian sun. People walk back and forth without paying attention. Fans run between the buildings to see the pilots or team members. You watch the journalists make their comments, the photographers take pictures, and you notice one of them taking a picture of you. You smile politely before turning your eyes.

They can be invasive…

You pick up your stuff and grab your bag. You walk to the garage where you’re going to watch the race. You know Alex is already there. The driver parade just ended. You quickly sneak in and pick up what you need before entering the part of the garage reserved for Alex. He talks with his engineers. You join his coach, who smiles tenderly at you before returning to his conversation. You wait for Alex to finish before waving at him. He rushes to you and kisses you quickly before getting in the car.

I barely had time to tell him I love you.

You sulk a little. Qualifying begins, and Alex manages to make good laps, which puts him in a good position for Q2. He gets to do what drives him into Q3. You’re happy, and the team is happy. You feel the excitement of the mechanics. They’ve been waiting since the beginning of the year for the car's excellent performance, and it’s today. You smile while holding the radio close to you. Alex is ready for Q3.

In Q3, Alex gets the fastest lap. He crosses the finish line. There are 3 minutes left when Checo crashes into the wall. It causes a red flag. The cars go back to the pits, and you wait. You all wait. Your boyfriend’s name is still first in the standings. Is it going to be his first pole? You look nervously at the screen. Sergio gets out of his car safely, and that reassures you. He has nothing. You’re not very close to Sergio, but seeing one of them crash into the wall always scares you. You’re afraid they’ll not get out of there in time or ever. The anxiety is tenfold if it’s Alex.

The wait is short as the teams announce it on the radio. Alex is on the front line for tomorrow’s race. The team exclaims joy, and you jump in joy, laughing. You are so happy. Tears even come to your eyes. You will have the team outside the garage and see Alex getting out of his car. His comrades congratulate him. You heard him on the radio, his cry of joy.

He sees you and beckons you to approach. You run up to him and jump in his arms. You are so happy. Right now, you don’t care about the cameras. You’re proud of him. Nothing’s going to ruin that feeling.

"I'm so proud of you." You whisper in his ear. Feeling his chest rising quickly.

"I love you." He says, taking your face in his hands. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to live with you. I want to experience life forever at your side. I want to be by your side every day, all day, for as long as I live."

You are moved by this sudden surge of love. You smile despite the tears of joy that flow down your cheeks. Your head caresses his hands. You can’t say anything.

"Marry me!" He says, blurring it out.

"What?" You ask, unsure of what you just heard. He laughs and kisses your lips before repeating it.

"Y/n Y/L/N, will you marry me?"

This is the question you’ve been waiting for months and months. He asks it in the middle of everything, in the middle of his world. The cameras are on you. Yet you’re alone in the world. You think you hear screams of excitement, but you can't hear anything. All that matters is him. Alex, the man you love. The men with whom you share your life, your good and your bad moments, your confidant, your lover, your best friend. You won’t believe this day is finally here. You smile foolishly, unable to say a single word. You end up nodding, tears take over and burst into tears in his arms. Your mouth finds him, and you kiss him. It’s the best day of your life.

"Yes!" You finally found words, laughing when you heard the applause around you.

#alex albon #alex albon x reader #alex albon x you #alex albon fluff #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fluff

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shivvroys · 19 days

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like you've never seen a broken man (if you go, i won't be well)

shivlina oneshot | loosely inspired by Mad Men 5x11 - The Other Woman

karolina is faced with a difficult proposition, but it's shiv who handles it the worst

read below or on ao3

“You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.”

― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

She narrowly avoids spilling scalding coffee on herself when Roman creeps up behind her.

“Hey, Shiv, real quick—Karolina’s gay, right?”

“The fuck?” Shiv raises her brows, turning to face him.

“I mean, right?” he scoffs, ignoring her bewildered reaction. “Those blazers definitely scream L Word blu-ray boxsets.”

“Roman, what the fuck are you talking about?” Shiv shakes her head.

Roman rolls his eyes, waving a dismissive hand in her face.

“Oh, forget it, cockzilla.”

“Why do you want to know who Karolina likes to fuck, dickwad?” Shiv intentionally lowers her tone, keeping her eyes trained on the office door and the people milling about just outside of it.

The last thing she needs is for Roman’s wet dreams to make it onto the goddamn LackeySlack.

“She wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire—you know that, right?” she gives him a mocking pout, crossing her arms.

“Well, so much for my piss kink, I guess.” Roman frowns. He begins circling her office in a performance of sulking, picking up random decorative items and inspecting them, pretending to check the furniture for dust and fiddling with the handles on every cabinet door.

“Fuck me for trying to prepare for our next lawsuit.” he sighs, putting his hands on his hips.

For a moment he looks to Shiv like the spitting image of their second nanny, Sandra, who would always berate him when she’d catch him stealing her dolls after he’d accidentally broken one of his own toys. A somewhat tolerable enough woman, she’d finally gotten fed up and left them after Roman tried to set her uniform on fire while she’d been dozing off in an armchair.

“Roman, what are you talking about?” Shiv finally snaps, frustrated by Roman’s evasiveness.

Normally she’d bite—see what depraved bullshit he’d concocted out of boredom. But the subject he’s brought up sticks to the back of her throat like bad medicine.

He doesn’t seem to be dragging it out specifically to get a rise out of her, though, which brings her some relief. If anyone were to find out, Roman would be the cruellest (and most annoying) executioner.

She’d rather take her chances with Tom.

“You know Karl’s guy at the DOJ?” he asks.

“The one with all the ugly ties?” Shiv nods impatiently.

“Yeah, the guy’s being a flaky little shit right now.” Roman crosses the room, perching himself on her desk and leaning over to mock-whisper conspiratorially in her ear. “Dad’s afraid we might lose him.”

Shiv scrunches her face, stepping back and batting him away like a pesky mosquito.

“And what’s that got to do with Karolina?” she clears her throat, crossing her arms.

The knot she’s been trying to swallow down tightens behind her tongue.

“Oh, you mean Elizabeth Taylor incarnate? His words, by the way.” Roman puts both hands up in defence. “He wants to have dinner with her.”

“What?”

Air rushes out of her like a dam breaking, leaving an aching, hollow cavity inside of her chest. She can barely hear Roman speaking over the blood flooding her ears.

“That’s wrong, right?” his eyes widen. “Like—generally speaking, sex trafficking is not really the way to go when you’re fighting sex trafficking allegations, agreed?”

Shiv takes a deep breath, attempting to steady her hands before they begin shaking. She hesitates before opening her mouth, afraid that a scream might be the only sound to come out.

“Roman, this is fucked on so many levels.” she can feels her teeth creaking under the force of her jaw. “Who told you? Wait, does dad know?”

“I told you we have a group chat without you.” Roman rolls his eyes, concern over the situation already melting away now that he’d found an accessory to the crime.

Shiv grits her teeth, forcing herself not to scream. “Does he know?”

“He asked Gerri to talk to her.” he raises his brows. “Give her the ol’ girlboss rundown before we, you know, stuff her ‘n snuff her.” he claps his hands loudly.

As Roman begins to make his way out of her office, Shiv bites her cheek, calling out to him through tight lips.

“He’s actually letting this happen?”

Roman shrugs, a faint trace of guilt worrying his brow.

“I mean, to be fair, he did send Karl to suck the guy’s dick first, so you can’t call him a sexist.”

“Dad, what the fuck?”

Behind her father, she sees Karl attempt to weasel his way silently out of the room, so she pins him down with a sharp glare.

Her father is sitting at his desk, his fingers loosely woven as he sighs, taking his reading glasses off to fully take her in.

“Shiv, I can’t have you fighting me on this, too.”

She cuts him off with a scoff. “You know what this looks like, right? You’re aware—”

“It is just a business dinner.” he stands up, attempting to wave her off.

Shiv takes a decisive step forward, straightening her shoulders to meet him head-on.

“Not if we have to whisper about it, it isn’t.”

Their eyes lock in a standstill as she watches her father clench his jaw—a mirror pressure gnashing her own teeth.

When she was young, they used to play-fight like this, staring each other down like two angry bulls, her father simmering with faux rage until he’d finally yell or huff out a deep growl. Not enough to make her cry, but just to make her flinch. To see her bottom lip start to tremble.

Then, he’d start laughing—a big, booming sound, and then he’d smile and squeeze her shoulder playfully.

We’ll make a matador out of you, Pinky.

She doesn’t flinch this time, nor does she waver in her stare, so her father finally releases another deep sigh.

“Siobhan, do you know how many senators I’ve had to wine and dine? How many presidents?” he tilts his head as his eyes narrow. “It’s all part of the business.”

Shiv scoffs, crossing her arms before addressing him. “Except those guys weren’t actually sexually attracted to you, dad.”

The more she speaks about it, the more nausea grips her to her core, twisting her up inside.

All she gets from her father is a smirk as he exchanges mocking glances with Karl.

“Dad, this is abuse of power in the lightest.” she emphasizes the last part with a sharp slash of her hand in the air. “It’s—it’s fucking prostitution!”

The words erupt out of her like smouldering lava, and she watches the smirk drain from her father’s face. Now they’ve all been singed by it.

“No, that’s definitely off the table.” Karl jumps in, finally making his presence heard. “I told him this is strictly a dinner.”

Shiv turns her head sharply. “And if he asks for another one? And then another one?” she shakes her head. “Did you make him pinky promise, Karl?” she pouts, furrowing her brows.

He clears his throat, straightening his suit jacket before responding.

“Well, no, but—”

Her father interjects before he has the chance to come up with a half-decent lie.

“The guy’s a flake, but he’s not stupid. He’ll help us, Siobhan.”

He punctuates his sentence with a firm nod—the entire world expected to bend under its weight.

“How do you know that, dad?” she bites the inside of her cheek.

“I know guys like him.” he raises a heavy hand, letting it hover somewhere above her elbow. “All she has to do is shake the lonely fuck’s hand and he’ll set our case file on fire.”

“And besides—” Karl interjects again. “It’s all up to her. We’re only doing this with her full consent.”

It doesn’t escape Shiv’s notice that none of them have used Karolina’s name even once during this entire conversation.

She doesn’t speak to Karolina for the rest of the week. That is, Karolina makes it a point to avoid her like the plague. No more quick, teasing smirks as they pass each other by, no more lingering stares during meetings. The closest she gets to any form of interaction is a “Sorry, do you mind?” when Shiv happens to be sitting right next to the projector remote.

And oh, does she fucking mind.

She’s aware of what’s happening. Her dad, Karl, the whole rotten lot of them—she knows they’re all talking behind closed doors, doing the dirty business in the back while she sits at the bar, kicking her feet and blowing bubbles into her soda with her straw.

None of them dare to even mention the DOJ around her, and in just a few short days she’s learnt to translate Gerri’s um’s and uh’s like learning her left from her right—if she clears her throat first, it’s something to do with money, if she clears her throat after, they need to discuss the thing. It doesn’t help that Karl’s ears turn bright fucking red as if on cue, too.

Karolina, though, remains untouched.

She strides through the building with the same sense of purpose. She speaks clearly and nods firmly, her hands meticulous as she drafts, plans, executes—always moving, a clear and continuous arrow pointing them forward.

That is to say, she is as she always has been. Or rather, Shiv thinks, as she always had been.

Before.

Before the late night drinks, before the stolen kisses during boring parties, before the indulgent smiles and the lingering stares. Before Shiv.

She dwells on it, this strange new territory where she can’t quite tell where they are in relation to the other, what she can say and how much of it Karolina can hear—what Karolina might want to say and how much of it Shiv could take.

And Shiv is nothing if not realistic. She doesn’t expect Karolina to come to her with this, isn’t even sure she could handle Karolina laying this entire fucking mess at her feet and asking for her help in untangling it.

But the more she thinks about it, and in this unending darkness she’s been kept in she’s done nothing but think about it, the tighter her fingers curl into fists. Her chest constricts with it, this thinking. It drips down the back of her throat and coats her trachea. It wraps itself around her lungs like ivy, squeezing until she finds herself gasping in the middle of the night, struggling to catch her breath, the faint shadow of a thought lingering in the back of her mind.

She feels it rotting her from the inside out, all of this thinking, growing like black bile and spilling out through her eyes, her ears, her mouth, through her clenched fingers and gritted teeth.

She wakes up thinking about the scandal it would cause if it were ever to come out, even the idea of it—the shame of it. The fact that Karolina’s career would be over before anyone would even finish reading the headline.

“Waystar Head of PR caught in sex scandal. Dinner over DOJ!”

How it would add even more fuel to the already blazing dumpster fire that is cruises. How it would scorch every single one of them, cementing the fact that Waystar Royco is in the business of trading bodies.

That last part lingers most in Shiv’s mind—the bodies and the people that trade them, and by the time night rolls around it is all she can think about again.

Karolina’s body, the soft skin Shiv’s fingers and tongue have traced endlessly, the warmth of her, the way her hair curls at the sharp curve of her jaw. Karolina’s scent, the way it seems to always linger everywhere—on pillows and sheets, the collar of Shiv’s jacket, the backseat of the car, the back of Shiv’s mind. Shiv closes her eyes and sees Karolina smiling lazily after a particularly hard day and a stiff drink, sees her purse her lips and lean her forehead against Shiv’s, sees her sitting across a conference table, blinking slowly before looking away, the faintest upturn of a lip lingering for a second before disappearing.

To think of it all, the flush that spreads from Karolina’s chest all the way to the back of her ear when she’s aroused, the firmness of her thighs, the sweet cadence of her laughter—to see it reduced to a bargaining chip. To something that can be exchanged discreetly during a handshake, or slipped into a back pocket. It leaves her nerves taut and aching and rapidly coming undone each time she closes her eyes and pictures a stranger’s hand on Karolina’s shoulder, at the crook of her elbow, gripping the back of her knees, tangled in her soft hair.

When Karolina texts her asking to meet, she almost knocks Tom off the bed getting up.

He doesn’t ask where she’s going, offering only a murmured goodbye and plea to be safe.

She doesn’t know how it’s become such a pitiful affair, their relationship whittled down to a sigh they keep passing from one to the other. A barely flickering light they use to keep from bumping against each other in the dark hallways of their gilded cage. Despite the mangled state of it, despite the blood on both of their hands, she feels it thrumming against her ribcage, the soft memory of it—Paris and easy dinners, Tom’s hands rubbing her shoulders to keep her warm, pulling her into his chest to warm the tip of her nose. Beneath everything they’ve become she can still feel that small root they haven’t eviscerated yet, so she clings onto it, and squeezes Tom’s shoulder softly, urging him to go back to sleep..

By the time she makes it to Karolina’s apartment she is panting as if she’d ran the entire distance, her chest tight as she tries to reteach her lungs the volume of a breath.

They settle on the couch, making stilted conversation while working through a couple of drinks. Once she’s polished off her second glass, Karolina finally turns to face Shiv, head leaned against her hand as their eyes lock for what feels like the first time this entire evening.

“Spit it out.” she sighs, her eyelids heavy with whiskey and exhaustion.

Shiv swallows nervously, debating how much she can say without spilling her rotten entrails all over Karolina’s soft leather couch. She stares into her glass, clicking her nails against it.

“You’re not seriously considering it.” she finally says, furrowing her brows.

She only looks up from her glass when she hears Karolina scoff.

“I wasn’t aware there was room for consideration.” Karolina replies, eyebrow cocked and lip turned up into a scornful smile.

“See, this is what I mean.” she shakes her head. “It’s fucked—it’s fucking wrong.”

Karolina turns away from her, leaning down to pour herself another glass. The decanter shimmers in the warm light, blurring Shiv’s vision. She follows the dancing flickers of light as they spill out of the decanter with the whiskey, then pool into Karolina’s glass, taking flight as Karolina raises the glass to her mouth before finally settling, small and inviting, in the flushness of her bottom lip.

“And what would you like me to do about it, Siobhan?”

When Karolina’s lips begin moving, Shiv has to blink herself awake to recognize the words they are forming. However sweet the distraction, Shiv pulls herself together, gripping her glass as she focuses back on the topic at hand.

“You can tell Karl and his pervy buddy to fuck off.” she suggests half-humouredly.

Karolina furrows her brows, taking another sip of her drink, this time letting out a satisfied hum before turning to look at Shiv over her shoulder, the same mocking smile dangling loosely from her lips. “Can I?”

Shiv leans forward, her knee knocking into Karolina’s as she lowers her head to meet Karolina’s gaze. “So what, you’re actually gonna go on a date with this guy?”

“It’s just a dinner.” Karolina shrugs.

Just like the first time they’d fucked had been a one-time thing. Just like the second time Shiv had slept over had been about the bad weather outside and the traffic. Just like the extra toothbrush in Karolina’s bathroom was a matter of convenience.

Like coal to diamond, nothing too unbending for Karolina to compartmentalize into clear, easily digestible morsels of truth.

Shiv tries to clear her head, but all she sees when she closes her eyes are those goddamn hands—too broad and hungry and wrong, grabbing at Karolina’s flesh. When she tries to take a deep breath it isn’t Karolina’s warm, spicy perfume trailing the end of each inhale, but some tacky, heady cologne filling her lungs until she’s choking with it, sticking to the back of her throat like ammonia.

“Am I the only one who can actually read the writing on the fucking wall?” she finally opens her eyes, turning her head sharply towards Karolina “You know what he wants, Karolina—what he expects.”

“And what would you like me to do about it, Siobhan?”

“Maybe try standing up for yourself?” she shakes her head. “Give that a go.”

“Stand up to whom?” Karolina laughs, raising her glass to her lips again. “I’m perfectly aware of the situation I am in.”

“Then do something about it.” Shiv raises her voice, anger thrashing in waves inside of her.

Karolina places her glass down on the table with a loud clink.

“Shiv, I appreciate your concern, but I can’t have this discussion with you.”

Shiv scoffs, hands gripping her knees as she leans back forcefully against the couch.

“Rain check the dinner. Let me talk to my dad.”

Karolina laughs, the sound of it reverberating harshly inside of Shiv’s skull.

“And tell him what, exactly?” she says, looking over her shoulder at Shiv with narrowed eyes as she drags out her words. “That you don’t like sharing toys?”

“This is not about that.”

“Isn’t it?” Karolina smirks.

Like tar, something hot and sticky begins to pool at the bottom of Shiv’s stomach.

“How am I more concerned about your wellbeing than you are?”

Shiv brings her hands to rub the bridge of her nose, the pressure gathered there digging into her skull like a bullet.

“There is only one outcome here, Siobhan.” Karolina sighs. “Either I do it, and I’m the whore that did it, or I say no and I’m the cunt that put the company at risk. And to them it’s the same amount of nothing.” she waves a dismissive hand, focusing back on her drink.

“You’re the head of PR, Karolina.” Shiv yells out again, finding herself decreasingly apologetic for her harsh tone.

Karolina doesn’t look back at Shiv this time, speaking around her almost empty glass. “Which works out wonderfully, since I’ll be the one in charge of keeping my own mouth shut.”

“This guy could be dangerous—you know that, right?” Shiv leans back forward, forcing Karolina to look at her. “He works for the DOJ, he’s got money, influence, we don’t even know how long Karl’s known him or how well—”

“So what, Siobhan?” Karolina interrupts her, voice simmering with concealed anger. “No real person involved, right?” she smiles widely, the strain of it marring its usual charm.

Shiv hangs her face in her hands, releasing a shaky breath through her fingers. “This is so fucked.”

“Mhm.”

She watches Karolina polish off the remaining whiskey in her glass before putting it down with a decisive clink and gingerly resting her hand over Shiv’s thigh.

“Speaking of things that need fucking.”

Shiv leans into the kiss, letting Karolina’s warm mouth, the whiskey on her tongue and her soft sighs melt away her anger and her fear—prays all of her melts away under Karolina’s hands.

As she closes her eyes, though, there they are—those damned hands. That suffocating smell. That unbearable fucking weight pressing against her chest.

“Wait—sorry.” she pulls away, her hand coming up to grip the one Karolina had wrapped around the back of her head. “This is—it feels weird to be doing this right now.”

Karolina gives an amused frown, whispering something Shiv can’t quite make out before continuing to trail messy kisses across her neck. Shiv lets her, but finds her own hands growing foreign to her as she wraps them around Karolina’s back—too big, too clumsy, and too rough against the smooth skin peeking out from under Karolina’s shirt.

She pulls back again, taking Karolina’s cheek into her hand and running her thumb slowly against her bottom lip as she shake her head softly. Looking at her through heavy lashes, Karolina lets out a soft laugh.

“Come on, you can pay me after.” she winks, pressing her lips flush against Shiv’s thumb.

A cold wave of shock washes over Shiv, paralyzing her. For a moment, all she can do is stare at Karolina like a crazed animal. Then, like a cord snapping, she pushes herself away until no part of their bodies remain connected.

“Christ, what the fuck, Karolina?” she blinks, barely spitting the words out past the wave of nausea rising in her stomach.

Karolina looks only mildly annoyed as she shakes her head. “It was a joke, Siobhan.”

“Yeah, well it’s a bad fucking joke.” Shiv scoffs, turning away to look anywhere else but at Karolina. “You know what, I’ll talk to you later.”

Not bothering to wait for a protest she knows won’t come anyway, she gathers up her things and all but runs out of the apartment, hoping the sound of the door slamming closed behind her might startle some sense back into Karolina.

She finds out the day it’s supposed to take place through Roman, and spends each night leading up to it biting her thumbs to shreds. Tom doesn’t ask why she’s barely sleeping these days, and she doesn’t ask him to stay up with her. He sighs, or she sighs, and they move along on their merry way like two placid ghosts, only mildly inconvenienced by the other’s presence.

Time stretches and constricts around her, the days dragging on endlessly at times, then rushing up to whisper dauntingly in her ear. A weeks passes like a year and a minute, Shiv counting each painful second one minute, then losing track of an entire day the next. By the end of it, she is dizzy and aching and, above all else, missing Karolina like she’d been ripped straight from under her rib. Like she’d always just been there, tucked away in the flesh of Shiv’s breast. Like all she’d been missing was a name for it, that tenderness, and no other could fit quite like Karolina’s. Either something vital, Shiv thinks, or something cancerous—eating away at her until each cell bears less of Shiv and more of Karolina.

Those damned hands never leave the space behind her eyelids, either, only growing bigger and hungrier with each passing moment. And the bigger they get, the more alcohol it takes to keep them at bay. The louder Karolina’s voice rings in her ears, too.

You can pay me.

Like there is a world where a price can be put on Karolina. Like there is a limit to what Shiv will relinquish, would Karolina ask for it. If there is a trading of bodies between them, Shiv realizes, it isn’t Karolina doing the trading.

And she knows, somewhere in the back of her mind, that she isn’t being fair. That the lines Karolina had drawn from the very first minute were as clear and neat as they come, and it’s only the ugly beast of Shiv’s heart that has muddled them beyond recognition. That whatever was festering inside of her was neither right nor righteous, but ugly and selfish, and there was very little separating her own hands from the ones she keeps seeing in her sleep.

Friday rolls around like a death row sentence, and she doesn’t bother drawing the blinds to pretend it isn’t even midday yet when she pours her first drink. She sets her phone in front of her and stares it down until it turns into a blurry blob in front of her eyes.

As the world slips into dusk, Shiv begins to feel the walls crowding her in, that ever-present vise tightening around her chest. Her hands feel numb and heavy as she keeps knocking them against the kitchen counter, against the whiskey bottle, against her glass and against each other.

In front of her, the phone remains silent and mocking.

Roman picks up on the third ring, and tells her it’s set for nine o’clock before she even asks. He doesn’t say anything except that she owes him one. It makes the corners of her eyes sting, but she can’t bring herself to acknowledge it, so she gives Roman a mumbled thanks and hangs up.

By eight o’clock, she is in a bar not too far from Karolina’s apartment, bracing herself against the bar top as she cradles her head in her folded arms. When she sits back up, the entire place sways softly and sweetly in front of her eyes, the warm lighting making the bottles on the shelves behind the bar shimmer like tiny stars.

When she orders another drink and it gets served with a complimentary dirty look from the bartender, a brief moment of clarity washes over Shiv. She catches her own reflection in the mirror panels that house the shelves of liquor and asks herself, for the first time since she’s arrived at this place, what it is she is actually trying to accomplish.

Hanging around Karolina’s neighbourhood like an obsessed ex, hoping for what, exactly, she can’t tell—for Karolina to stumble upon her? For the gutter to sweep her up and deliver her to Karolina’s door? For her hands to stop shaking long enough to do something useful for once and grab onto Karolina and take her away from this entire fucking mess? For Karolina to want it?

For those fucking hands to disappear from her mind.

Without thinking, she slams back her drink, throwing her jacket on before getting up. Her vision slips and slides away from her, and it takes a heavy grip on the bar to steady herself enough to make out a clear path to the exit.

“Sorry m’am, but you still need to pay.”

She turns to see the bartender watching her with the same disdain as earlier. Fumbling with her pockets, she takes her card out and all but throws it in his face. He closes out her tab and hands her back her card. As she reaches for it, he pulls it back.

“You, uh, good to get home?” he raises his brow, looking her up and down.

Straightening her shoulders, Shiv swipes the card out from his hand.

“Yeah, I’m fucking good.” she scoffs. “Got a friend who lives nearby.”

“You sure you don’t want me to call you a cab?” the bartender insists.

“I paid, yeah?” Shiv points the card back at him. “So fuck off.”

She doesn’t wait for a reply, turning sharply around and walking out of the bar.

As the cold air hits her, a shiver runs through her bones as she stares down at her hands, contemplating what to do next.

Then, as if waking up and realizing she’d forgotten to set an alarm, she takes her phone out of her pocket and checks the time. Five to nine.

Karolina had more than likely left already.

A wave of nausea washes over her, and her temples start throbbing. In rapid succession she sees it all—the wine, the drinks, the dessert, the hungry hands and Karolina’s soft skin, the shade of lipstick she keeps for special occasions, the light reflecting off of the tiny stones on her rings as she twists them out of habit. The dim lights and the scratchy car seats.

The alcohol has made her thoughts crueller, more daring, and now it isn’t just Karolina’s polite smile that taunts her, but her laughter, her own hands grabbing back, her lips claiming skin that isn’t Shiv’s. Now it’s Karolina herself playing the game for the sake of playing.

Looking up, Shiv’s mind is already made up—she’s had enough of sitting at the bar, kicking her feet and sipping on flat fucking soda.

She doesn’t look at the time again. As she enters Karolina’s building her fists are clenched tightly inside of her pocket, and she has to bite down on her tongue to keep from lashing out at Karolina’s doorman when all he does is politely greet and wave her through.

Her knuckles are red, she notices, as she knocks on Karolina’s door. She blinks, looking down to inspect her hand. Time’s slipped away from her all week, but she doesn’t remember punching anything, or taking up old hobbies again, so it must be the cold, she thinks. Except it wasn’t that cold outside. The whiskey then. Her tongue feels thick inside of her mouth, her teeth sharper. She presses her knuckles against her mouth, blowing softly to bring some warmth back into them.

Her body feels as if it’s on fire, but she can’t quite remember what the weather had been like outside, so she reasons she must be shaking because of the cold still.

“Siobhan.”

She blinks harshly as the door opens, bright light spilling around Karolina’s form like an avalanche. She is wearing a black dress to match the shadows under her eyes, her eyes narrowed into angry slits to match the fire burning inside of Shiv.

“Hey.”

She straightens her back as Karolina’s eyes rake over her, jutting her chin out defiantly. She tries to do the same, but can’t quite manage to follow the dancing shadows that make up Karolina’s form.

“You’re drunk.” Karolina says, tone clipped as she drums her nails against the door handle. “And I have a car picking me up in a few minutes.”

Pushing past Karolina, Shiv makes her way into the apartment. The sudden flood of light is dizzying, and she has to blink harshly as her eyes adjust. She turns to find Karolina looking at her expectantly, one hand cocked to her side.

Stuffing her hands in the pockets of her jacket, Shiv realizes the reason her knuckles were red—an ill-timed attempt to grab onto the ATM for support. Pulling out the contents of her pockets, she extends her hands out for Karolina to take.

“Don’t do it.”

Karolina looks at the stack of bills, her eyes not leaving it as she speaks through gritted teeth.

“Shiv, what is this?”

Shiv blinks. “You said I should pay you, so here.” she takes a step forward, pushing the money out towards Karolina. “I’m paying you not to go.”

Karolina laughs, raising a hand to her lips.

“Is this because you think I might actually fuck him?” she furrows her brows, her voice wavering as she finally locks eyes with Shiv. “One pat on the back from daddy and I’m bending over for the entire fucking village, right?” She swallows thickly, letting her anger coat her tongue like a shield. “That’s why you’ve been so concerned about me.”

Karolina’s sharp gaze, though blurred at the edges by the drinks she’s slammed back, is almost enough to make Shiv’s knees buckle.

“I—”

“Get out.”

She shakes her head. “No.”

Karolina takes a step forward.

“Get the fuck out of my house.”

Shiv’s hands are still outstretched, the money making her palms burn as shame fills her, licking up at her insides and crawling up her neck.

She clears her throat, attempting to straighten her back, the light catching on each wrinkle on those goddamn bills.

“I’m not letting you do this, Karolina.”

“Letting me?” Karolina scoffs. “You need to leave, Siobhan.”

Shiv begins to protest as Karolina takes a step forward.

“Get out.” Karolina says, her voice devoid of emotion, though her eyes have become glassy.

Shiv shakes her head, a few errant tears spilling past her eyelashes, which she wipes at roughly with her forearm.

“Don’t fuck him.” she whispers harshly. “Please. Just don’t fuck him.”

As a last-ditch effort she motions weakly to the money in her hands, only to be met with a furious glare from Karolina. In a flash, Karolina’s hands are on Shiv’s wrist, attempting to wrangle her out of the apartment while Shiv struggles, kicking her feet as she tries to pull her hands out of Karolina’s grasp.

Far too dizzy to put up much of a fight, Shiv finds it harder to keep a single image of Karolina floating in front of her eyes than to push away Karolina’s hands. Taking a step back to clear her swaying vision, she doesn’t notice the small threshold separating Karolina’s dining room from her hallway until her heel connects with it, sending her flying back as the money she’s been holding scatters up in the air.

Karolina’s hand in on her arm instantly, catching her. Through the shock, all Shiv can feel are Karolina’s hands on her and Karolina’s worried gaze swimming in her eyes, hundred-dollar bills flying around them like dirty confetti.

Karolina’s hand never leaves her arm, the warmth of her palm seeping into Shiv’s skin like a soothing balm. Desperate to erase the scowl on her face, Shiv does the only thing she knows—the only thing she’s ever wanted to do. She kisses Karolina. Hungry and shameless, she presses herself flush against Karolina, though she keeps her hands by her side, not willing to let any of the grime off of that money touch any part of Karolina.

She feels Karolina pull back at first, the fingers wrapped around Shiv’s arm digging deeper as they push Shiv away. Then, with a soft exhale, Karolina’s other hand comes up to grip the back of her head as she pulls Shiv in.

As Karolina deepens the kiss, all Shiv can hear, feel or smell is Karolina. Karolina’s hand moves from the back of her head to her jaw, nails raking against Shiv’s cheek as it travels lower, fingers wrapping themselves around Shiv’s throat, and all Shiv can think of is how sweet of a death it would be, to let those fingers steal her last breath.

For a moment she thinks it might be happening—that Karolina might actually plan on killing her. That she might let her.

Her throat constricts as Karolina presses her hand against Shiv’s throat and it’s only when Karolina pulls back from the kiss and gives Shiv a sharp nod that she realizes what she’s doing. So, she lets Karolina push her back through the apartment, her heels slipping against the money littering the floor as she still refuses to let her hands stain Karolina’s skin.

Once she feels the sharp edge of a table hit the back of her thighs she stops. Karolina narrows her eyes, her nails digging into Shiv’s neck as her other hand grips her thigh, hoisting her up on the table. She pushes Shiv until her back is flush against the table, the glass cool as she presses her cheek into it.

A part of Shiv wonders briefly whether Karolina realizes she can only push so far while still gripping tightly.

Satisfied with her work, yet still keeping her hand firmly pressed against the column of Shiv’s throat, Karolina begins to kiss her way down Shiv’s neck, stopping only to sigh into her ear.

“You wanna pay for me, huh?” she says, her teeth grazing Shiv’s ear.

“No.” Shiv gasps.

“Yeah you do.” Karolina whispers sweet and sickly into her ear, before lifting her head to look Shiv in the eye. “You think you can buy me.”

Shiv swallows thickly, her neck straining against Karolina’s thumb.

“Karolina, I—“

Karolina cuts her off with a kiss, catching Shiv’s bottom lip between her teeth before releasing it with a wet pop.

“What are you going to make me do?” she raises her brow, her eyes tracing every contour of Shiv’s face as if drawing an intricate map of it.

“Nothing.” Shiv shakes her head.

“Oh, come on, Siobhan.” Karolina sighs in disappointment. “I’m yours, what do you want me to do?”

As she speaks, her hands travel the expanse of Shiv’s body. She wastes no time with niceties, gripping and tearing roughly until her hand dips below the waistband of Shiv’s trousers.

“Whatever you want.” Shiv gasps.

Unable to bear it any longer, she finally lets her arms wrap around Karolina’s back, dirty and shameful as they are.

“Anything you want.” she murmurs, her eyes drifting shut.

“Hm.” She feels Karolina’s breath hot in her ear as the ends of her hair tickle her neck. “Do you like this? This enough bang for your buck?”

She finishes the sentence with a soft pop that reverberates inside of Shiv’s ear like a war drum.

With every inch of her surrounded in Karolina—her perfume, her heaving breath, the ends of her hair tickling Shiv’s skin, her hands making her come undone, the only thing Shiv can do is nod.

She comes with Karolina biting down on her shoulder as she tangles her fingers in Karolina’s hair, both of them still pushing and pulling each other apart.

She’s still trying to catch her breath when Karolina gets up, deserting her on the now cold dining room table, whining and panting like a sick dog. Still dizzy, she allows the alcohol and Karolina’s perfume to rock her gently like a sailboat, as she listens to the rhythmic sound of Karolina’s heels clicking as she moves through the apartment.

Finally, she pulls herself upright, her stomach dropping as she takes in the bills strewn around Karolina’s house—her home. Yet another thing Shiv’s managed to taint.

“My ride’s here.”

She turns to see Karolina entering the room, tapping away at her phone, Shiv barely an afterthought. There isn’t an inch of her that hasn’t been smoothed or retouched to perfection. The only thing that betrays her is the flush spreading across the narrow strip of skin exposed by the neckline of her dress. It crawls up her neck, biting her cheeks, her lips slightly swollen underneath the meticulously applied lipstick.

“Karolina…”

Shiv pauses, waiting for Karolina to look up. She doesn’t, fishing around until she pulls out a set of keys and sets them on the table, next to Shiv’s hand.

“You can leave them with my doorman after you’re done cleaning all of this up.” she nods towards the floor.

As she makes to go, Shiv grabs her wrist. “Karolina, wait.”

Karolina turns sharply, her knees almost knocking into Shiv’s. The column of her neck is still flushed and damp with sweat. When she leans in to speak to her, another wave of her perfume rolls softly over Shiv, stinging the back of her throat.

Her eyes never leave Shiv’s as she speaks, her voice the coldest Shiv’s ever heard her.

“I am done with you, and your family. And your fucking money.”

Karolina doesn’t spare Shiv another glance as she delicately frees her wrist from Shiv’s grasp and exists the room, her heels clicking a haunting hymn throughout the apartment that lingers in Shiv’s mind long after she’s gone.

The first thing Shiv ever does in Karolina’s apartment in her absence is cry. Not a full, heaving chest sob, but a few simmering tears, her hands still gripping the dining table as she grinds her teeth into fragments.

The second thing she does is throw up.

For a moment, she contemplates not bothering to make it to the toilet. To spill her entrails all over Karolina’s nice floors and show her exactly what this entire affair had turned Shiv into—let her pick through the mess and see if she would’ve taken it better.

She doesn’t, ultimately settling for propping her head against the cool porcelain of the toilet bowl whilst inspecting Karolina’s array of cleaning supplies tucked under her bathroom sink. After she feels herself moderately hollowed out, she grabs one of the bottles at random, splashing some liquid into the toilet before flushing.

As she moves from the guest bathroom to the one in Karolina’s bedroom where she’d started leaving a toothbrush out for her, she feels her body settling into a comfortable routine which she decides so cling onto.

So, she sets about brushing her teeth, before turning on the shower and busying herself with remembering which of the nearly identical bottles inside was Karolina’s body wash, before picking the one that smelled the best.

The shower seems to set her straight, and as she walks out into Karolina’s bedroom, the cool air feels like a cleansing wave as it envelops her. For the first time in days, she feels like she can take in a full breath, without some invisible vise gripping her heart.

If she closes her eyes, she can almost imagine Karolina somewhere in the house, her feet padding softly as she gets ready for work. She’d always wait as long as possible to wake Shiv up, always peeking through the door with a tiny frown and a steaming cup of coffee.

She can’t quite recall when it had snuck up on them, this twisted kind of domesticity. When being at home had begun to feel more like sneaking around than being here, with Karolina.

She rummages through Karolina’s drawers, picking out a pair of shorts and an old, oversized t-shirt from Karolina’s college days, Debbie Harry’s faded face shooting daggers at her as she dries her hair.

Karolina’s heels are still clicking a steady, deafening rhythm inside of her head as she sets about cleaning up the dining room, her knees sticking to the cold floor as she picks up each discarded bill and stuffs it into a garbage bag.

Like an alert dog, the sound of the door opening startles Shiv awake. For lack of something to throw over herself in some semblance of a shield, she tucks her hair behind her ears and steps out of the bedroom, her bare feet padding softly against the floor as she makes her way into the kitchen.

Karolina is leaning against the kitchen island, her back to Shiv. A bottle of gin sits next to her, its cap thrown on the other side of the island.

Shiv approaches her slowly, her mouth drying as she takes her in. Her hair is messier than it had been when she’d left, the ends of it curling around her chin. There are tiny flecks of mascara stuck to the corners of her eyes, and the flush hidden beneath her foundation had begun to peek through.

When Karolina finally turns to look at her, all she gets is a dismissive nod, before her attention returns to the glass she is cradling.

“Why are you still in my house?” she says, her tone flat as she drums her fingers against the glass.

“Well, someone had to make sure you were fucking okay.” Shiv huffs out a quiet laugh. “Guy could’ve gone all Silence of The Lambs on your ass.”

Karolina doesn’t say anything, only quirking an eyebrow as she downs her drink in one large gulp before filling it back up.

“So, uh, are you? Okay?”

“Oh, yeah.” Karolina nods. “I’m great.”

“Good, good.” Shiv purses her lips, biting the inside of her cheek as she takes a few more steps towards her, rounding the kitchen until she is sitting opposite Karolina. “Yeah, I also like to slam back straight gin when I’m okay.”

Only receiving a slow, distanced nod in return, she crosses her arms, staring down at Karolina’s clutched hands. “I got some takeout. I saved you some.”

“I already ate.”

“Okay.” Shiv sighs. “I, uh, also got some tiramisu—from that place you like.”

“I had dessert, too.” Karolina cuts her off with a glare.

“Right.” Shiv nods, lips pulled back in a tight smile. “Well, it’s in the fridge. Take-out’s in the microwave.”

She watches the tension coil inside of Karolina’s shoulders, her eyes darting wildly anywhere but in Shiv’s direction. With a determined exhale, she gets up to grab a glass for herself, sensing Karolina’s eyes following her as she moves to the cupboard behind her.

Glass in hand, she moves on to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of tonic water before returning to her seat with a proud smirk.

“So, how was it?”

She doesn’t meet Karolina’s gaze, feigning concentration as she makes her drink.

Karolina shrugs, clicking her nails against her glass, the muted trill sending goosebumps down Shiv’s arms. When she finally looks up, she finds Karolina looking at her, really looking at her, for what feels like the first time since this whole fucking mess had started.

Her gaze burns something shameful and awfully sad in Shiv’s chest, her grip on the bottle weakening as she fully takes in the exhaustion reflected in Karolina’s eyes.

“I’m sorry.” Shiv begins. “Karolina, I—”

Karolina silences her with a shaky hand.

“Shiv, what do you think of me?” she furrows her brows, gaze returning to the glass she is cradling.

“What do you mean?” Shiv murmurs.

Karolina pauses, her thumbs caressing the lip of her glass before she looks up again.

“You threw a stack of money at me.”

“That—I’m sorry.” Shiv closes her eyes, swallowing the shame tightening in her throat. “I didn’t mean—”

Karolina shakes her head, raising the glass to her lips. “If I told you I fucked him, what would you think?”

Shiv exhales a shaky laugh, frowning. “I think I’d track him down and break his fucking kneecaps.”

“If I said I’d wanted to?”

“Did you?” Shiv whispers, finding it excruciatingly painful to speak through the lump in her throat.

Karolina shrugs, reaching for the bottle of gin. Just as her hand meets it, Shiv stops her, wrapping her fingers tightly against Karolina’s wrist.

Karolina’s always run a bit cold, something Shiv would normally take great delight in teasing her about, but now her hand feels frozen to its core.

Then again, it might be Shiv that’s burning up.

“Karolina, did something…happen?” she swallows, desperately trying to keep her voice steady. “Are you…”

“I’m fine.” she pulls her hand from under Shiv’s, bringing the bottle with her.

This time, though, she throws in some tonic water as well, taking a sip as she shoots Shiv a pointed look.

“Are you?” Shiv asks, her voice raising as the hand that had been holding Karolina’s tightens into a fist.

“Nothing happened, Shiv.” Karolina looks at her, nodding softly.

Shiv releases a shaky breath. “Okay. Good.” she shakes her head. “I—good.”

She takes a large gulp out of her glass. The alternative, she thinks, might have made this her last drink.

“He called his colleague while he was dropping me off.” Karolina continues, her voice almost slipping back into her professional tone. “He’ll try to either push back our date or get the case quietly dismissed.”

“He better.” Shiv scoffs into her glass as she takes another sip.

They sit in silence for a while, Shiv sipping quietly at her drink as she watches Karolina’s glassy eyes move over the apartment, over Shiv, over her own hands, getting stuck on an errant thought, on the precipice of some sentence, before resuming their aimless search.

Finally, her eyes settle on Shiv.

“Why are you still here, Siobhan?” she says, quietly.

Shiv shrugs, a smile tugging at her lips. “I don’t know, why haven’t you tried to kick me out again?”

“You don’t seem to listen when I do.” Karolina frowns, though it feels less like anger and more like curiosity.

The entire night crashes into Shiv like an angry wave, reminding her of everything that has brought them to this table. Reminding her that no matter how much she scrubs at her hands, they might never feel clean again.

“Tell me to go again and I will.” she whispers, throwing her drink back and placing it down with a quiet thud.

Karolina shrugs, waving a dismissive hand in front of her. She looks like something out a Hopper painting, shoulders fallen onto themselves and eyes cast downwards, into her glass, as if whatever answer she is looking for was hidden within her own reflection.

Taking a steadying breath, Shiv reaches out again, placing her hand gently against her forearm, willing Karolina to look at her.

“Karolina, you can tell me to fuck off, but just—you’re scaring me right now.”

Karolina bites her lip, shaking her head.

“What the fuck did I do?”

Shiv watches with muted horror as Karolina collapses in on herself, her entire body shaking as her head drops into her hands. Despite the freezing terror running through her, a quick jolt sends her rushing towards Karolina, her hands reaching for the woman’s shoulders like the columns of a crumbling building.

“Hey, hey—it’s okay.” she murmurs.

Karolina tenses under her hands briefly, making Shiv still her movements. Then, Shiv sees her shift her body slightly towards her, giving her all the encouragement she needs to wrap her arms fully around Karolina.

“You’re okay.” Shiv whispers, placing a soft kiss on the crown of Karolina’s head. “You saved all of our asses tonight.”

Karolina’s hair smells like perfume and smoke, and her skin feels cold and feverish at the same time. She barely makes a sound as she cries, the only evidence of it the tremor that rattles her, sending shockwaves down Shiv’s spine.

Bone-tired and still dizzy from all the alcohol she’s consumed for the past weeks, Shiv holds Karolina like they are two sailors lost at sea, each sob rocking Karolina’s body a wave that Shiv tries to shield them against, her grip tightening as she presses soft kisses into Karolina’s hair.

When she finally feels Karolina’s shoulders stilling, she takes a tentative step back to let her catch her breath, her hands still rubbing soft circles into Karolina’s shoulder.

Rubbing clumsily at her eyes, Karolina draws shaky breaths as she flakes bits of mascara off of her fingers. Once she’s caught her breath, she looks up at Shiv.

“I could’ve refused.” she swallows tightly, propping her head in one hand as she smiles ruefully. “I could’ve said no.”

Shiv shakes her head. Her hands reach out as Karolina begins to turn away from her, pulling her back until they are eye to eye.

“Hey, look at me.” she says softly, like she’s approaching a wounded bird, scared it might try to fly away. “Karolina, look at me.”

Karolina does, her eyes glimmering in the dim light. Red-rimmed and blurring into darkness, her eyes look like diamonds drowning in blood.

“You did everything right.” Shiv blinks, one hand gripping the back of Karolina’s head. “If you’re gonna blame anyone, blame me or that fucking perv, or dad or goddamn Karl. But you didn’t do anything wrong.”

Karolina bites her cheek, a hand coming up to wrap loosely around Shiv’s wrist. “This is going stick to me like shit.”

“No, it’s not.” Shiv shakes her head, brows furrowed in anger as she rubs her thumb over Karolina’s temple. “And if it does, you’re the only one in that place worth any fucking thing, anyway. Let it stick—see if anyone’s dumb enough to say anything.”

Karolina laughs, squeezing Shiv’s hand.

“Evidently you haven’t spent enough time around that place.”

“I’ve spent enough time around you.” Shiv smiles, still frowning, though for the first time in what’s felt like months she feels some of the tension building inside of her ribcage begin to ease away, if only from the sight of Karolina’s upturned lip.

“You’re being very kind, Shiv.”

Shiv shakes her head.

“No, I’m really not a very kind person.” she says quietly.

Hand still gripping the back of Karolina’s head, she leans down to kiss her. It isn’t a soft kiss, both of them too bruised to ever grasp without a trace of hunger, but it stills something inside of them.

The waves begin to smooth out into lulling ripples. Despite the dark depths surrounding them, they can finally turn to take in the sight. To trace out some horizon line.

Karolina is the one to break it, her hand still wrapped tightly around Shiv’s as she looks up.

“You’re staying the night?” she asks.

“Mhm.” Shiv smiles. “`Till you tell me to go.”

#shivlina #succession fic #siobhan roy #karolina novotney #succession #my fics

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borathae · 2 years

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“You want to try something you have never tried before and with Yoongi as your boyfriend, you know you have nothing to be afraid of. You are in safe hands after all.”

Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x f.Reader

Gerne: established relationship!AU, domestic Fluff, Smut

Warnings: Yoongi being a cuddly bean, he is also very whiney about not getting enough headpats (while getting headpats), very dom switch!Reader, quite subby switch!Yoongi, oral (f.receiving), face sitting, breath play, choking, hair pulling, finger sucking (m.receiving), anal fingering, Yoongi's dirty talk 🥴, Yoongi’s hands, praising, she calls him kitten & her pretty sex slave, he calls her princess (obviously 🥵), double penetration with cock+fingers, multiple orgasms (f. & m, receiving), an anal orgasm too, lotsa drool, squirting, major scent kink, creampies, lotsa cum, he doesn’t wanna stop fucking her, the aftercare :(

Wordcount: 10.4k

a/n: I’m thinking about this couple all the time. This is also for all the lovely people asking me if I was ever planning on writing an anal scene where OC is the recieving part :-) yes, yes I was planning on writing one ohoho 👀 enjoy besties, this one just hits different 🥴❤

There is a knock on your door. You would have missed it, hadn't you come out of the bathroom just this moment.

"It's open!" you call out and disappear in your clothing room to fetch some pyjamas.

You hear nothing for a moment then suddenly you feel the presence of a shadow behind you.

A grin tugs at the left corner of your lips.

"Hey Yoongi", you say.

"How. The hell. Did you figure out I was behind you?" Yoongi sounds shocked and offended now that his prank of startling you failed so miserably.

"You're predictable", you say nonchalantly, snickering to yourself.

"Tzt."

There is silence as you undress then slip into your pyjamas. You take the damp towel and turn.

Yoongi is looking at you with a pout on his lips and his arms crossed in front of his chest. He seems to be in his pyjamas as well. Royal blue and cotton. His black hair is unstyled, hanging into his face and making his cheeks appear rounder than they actually are.

"What? You’re not sulking because I ruined your prank, are you?" you ask him, having to smile.

"No? It's because you said I'm predictable."

You chuckle, closing the distance between the two of you.

"Your attempts to startle me are", you say and peck his cheek, "you're still terribly exciting."

“Tzt, sure”, he murmurs.

“Yoongi, come now”, you say and chuckle because you know that this is just his way of getting you to kiss his cheek again. You do, because although you have long figured him out, you still like to pretend as if you hadn’t. He is, after all, way too adorable when you kiss his cheek, “you’re the most exciting person, my prince”, you whisper after pulling back from the kiss.

"Mhm", he hums and touches your waist. His eyes are soft in fondness, running along your features. You won him over. There is no way in hell he could pretend any longer.

"What takes you here?" you ask him, "I thought you wanted to use the night to hunt with Kook."

"We were, but we're back already. We were faster than initially planned."

He follows you outside now that you are leaving to store away the towel in the bathroom. You hang it over your towel dryer, smoothing it out so there wouldn’t be any folds in the fabric.

"That's good to hear. How did Kook do?"

"Good, he only ripped through one rabbit."

"That's amazing. Gosh Yoongi, you’ve already taught him so much.”

“No, it’s nothing”, he dismisses you, flustering just slightly.

You turn, “well I think it’s awesome. You’re so sweet, Yoongs.”

“Whatever”, he mumbles, looking to the side with burning cheeks.

Said cheek is getting a big kiss on it, before you abandon him for the sake of snuggling up under the blanket.

You sigh in happiness, using two pillows to prop yourself up. You are currently reading a book about European Art and want to read a few chapters before falling asleep.

It happens then that a head tries to wiggle itself under your arm. Quite vehemently, actually. Yoongi, now under the blankets as well and trying his hardest to get you to hug him.

"Yoongi", you chuckle fondly, lifting the arm he is nudging violently, "I'm trying to read."

"Well don’t, I’m back", he says, nudging your chest with his button nose. His hair is tickling your chin just slightly.

"But it’s a really good book", you say, keeping your eyes glued to it as best as possible. He is adorable when he is like that, but the book is so exciting that you don’t want to break away just yet.

Yoongi wiggles again, forcing his way between your legs. He almost knocks the book out of your hands in the process.

"Oh my god", you murmur, "you're unbelievable, it’s not like you can’t see that I'm trying to read."

Yoongi cares rather little, plopping his head down on your chest with a quiet "hmpf". So now he is snuggling you, resting between your legs and with his arms bent by his elbows as he rests them against your torso.

He tilts his head up, meeting your ardently fond gaze. He flutters his lashes, giving you a boyish grin.

"You're so annoying", you tell him.

"You smell nice", he answers you.

"Mhm", you give his forehead a chaste kiss and bury your left hand in his hair to play with it as you read, "you're still annoying, you sweetie."

Yoongi rests against you with a content sigh, trailing touches up and down your side. He likes this so much. Headpats, your heartbeat and feeling your chest rise and sink slowly while your sweet warmth and mellifluous scent is engulfing him. There are only a few things better than this. He can even take you calling him annoying. This is a price he is willing to pay, if the reward is getting to snuggle you under the blanket.

Yoongi closes his eyes and then falls into the silence. Besides your heartbeat and breathing, there aren’t many sounds in the room. The crinkling of paper as you flick the pages, a distant call of an owl outside, footsteps of Jungkook hurrying around in his wing. The sounds aren’t many, which makes the entire situation just oh so relaxing.

"Ah, so that’s what this means", every now and then Yoongi can also listen to you whisper to yourself. Commentary about the book, a few lines out of it and just the occasional "that makes sense". He likes listening to the whispers. They sound as if you only really say them for yourself and you solely allow Yoongi to take part in them. He feels special. He gets to hear your little thoughts and no one else.

You like this so much. You may have called him annoying, but you meant not a single word of it. There are only a few things better than having Yoongi as your own personal heating blanket. He is always so warm and snuggly and once he has found his nestling spot, he also becomes as still as a stone. The only movements you get from him are his fingertips touching you mindlessly and the occasional nuzzle of his nose. He is not at all annoying. He is a calm, warming presence granting you company in the perfect tranquillity. This is honestly what life is about.

It happens that soon you feel sleepiness creep up on you. The book, once manageable to be held by one hand, becomes unbearably heavy to carry. You untangle your fingers from Yoongi’s hair to use it as help for holding the book instead.

"Hey", the complaint is instant, just as you knew it would be. First you get a nudge with his nose, then Yoongi lifts his head to send you an equal parts warning and pleading glare.

"What?" you ask him, flipping the page.

"Don't stop", he says, nudging you as he gives you the biggest puppy eyes.

"But my arm's tired. I can’t hold the book anymore."

"So stop reading."

"I'm almost done with the chapter. Just four more pages."

Yoongi huffs out air and drops his head back on your chest. He stays like this for the amount of time it takes you to read five sentences then he nudges you again.

You ignore him with a smile. Four more sentences and Yoongi nudges you again. Three more and he whines as he does. Two more.

"___ it’s too long", he whines, lifting his head again.

"Three more pages, it’s not too long."

Yoongi huffs out air and wiggles up your body, forcing his head between the book and your face. He is frowning adorably.

"Yoongi, oh my god", you exclaim in a laugh, "I've literally been petting your hair for an hour. You’re so greedy."

"So? It’s not enough", he complains with his lips terribly pouty.

He makes you melt, he truly does. With fond eyes, you reach out and pinch his cheek.

"Three more pages, please Yoongs."

"You're cruel", he murmurs, dropping back on your chest with a dramatic huff of air, "you don’t do anything for me."

"Oh my god", you gasp, bursting into laughter, "you're so dramatic", you say, dropping the book in order to wrap your arms around him. You roll you and him over, making it so that Yoongi is squeezed against your chest and you can wrap your legs around him.

You smooch his hair, listening to the small giggle he lets out.

"I can't just pet your hair forever. You have to learn how to live without it", you say and contrary to your words, you are once again petting his hair.

"Don't wanna", he mumbles, snuggling into you with a content purr.

It earns him a fond eye roll and a click of your tongue.

"God Yoongi, you’re so greedy."

He nods his head in agreement, "can’t help it, it’s my nature. Glutton and all."

"Oh? So you’re blaming biology here?"

"Mhm, it’s in my DNA."

"Okay, okay", you giggle, "we can’t argue with biology can we?"

"No."

"Oh love", you say and sigh, squeezing him closer, "you're such a dork."

"Mhm, probably", he answers you, holding you oh so tightly.

You stop your pets because you want to tease him a little. The reaction is instant. Yoongi lifts his head in an aggressive twitch. His brows are furrowed, his eyes dark yet pleading.

“Stop”, he warns loudly.

“Yeah? Okay”, you say, pulling your hand away.

“No”, Yoongi reaches for it and tugs it back on his head, “stop stopping. It’s not funny.”

You snicker.

“It’s not funny”, he insists, sounding oh so incredibly whiney about it all while he makes your hand pet his hair.

“Yeah it is, you’re so cute.”

Yoongi hides in your chest with a grumble, twisting your shirt between his balled fists. It’s a reaction to getting flustered, which in return made him realise that he acted way too childish (in his opinion) and then being too embarrassed about it that only hiding away could help. He does that sometimes when he is especially clingy but somehow realises just how untypical Yoongi he acts. He gets so embarrassed about it then and yet somehow he never runs away, he just pulls you closer and hides away in your embrace.

You smile, digging your fingers into his hair to keep him close. You kiss his head, resting your chin on top of it afterwards.

“I love you”, you whisper.

“Mhmloveyoutoo”, he murmurs into your chest, slowly but surely turning back into that calm, unmoving presence he always is when you cuddle. So he finally found his new nestling spot, now so entirely content with it that he turns into a stone in order not to accidentally leave it again.

You close your eyes and smile. This is truly the best moment ever.

You fall asleep twenty minutes later and all the nudging and whining in the world couldn’t get Yoongi any more head pets.

The bed is empty when he wakes. He feels dizzy, sitting up with his hair a complete mess.

"Urgh fuck", he groans, blinking slowly as he rolls his neck a few times to get the stiffness out of it. He rubs it, letting out a quiet hiss of discomfort. He must have slept so deeply that he didn’t move at all the entire night. His neck is so stiff.

“Fuck”, he mumbles and rolls his shoulders next.

His throat is so dry, his tongue feels like cardboard. Why did he have to sleep with his mouth open? He knows he did because his cheek is still covered in remnants of his drool.

He wipes it away, pulling a grimace of disgust.

"Fucking rancid", he murmurs, "I have to get my act together again. I'm slacking way too much."

There is a glass of water beside him on the bedside table. A yellow sticky note is stuck to it. It was once perfectly straight but the condensation made it slip sideways. He takes the note and the glass.

"Good morning my prince :) You look so adorable when you sleep."

Yoongi rolls his eyes. No he doesn’t. He looks like an idiot.

"I'm in the gym. This water is for you. Drink it, it will do you good. If you won’t, I’ll force it down your throat once I’m back.”

Yoongi chuckles.

“Love and lots of love, your princess."

"Fine, I’ll drink the water", he murmurs and then begins drinking deliciously. It feels refreshing and gets rid of the itch in his throat.

He decides to lie down afterwards. He should probably get up and do something productive with his day, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t really have a lot to do these days. With all the threats being taken care of and the world being a mostly safe place for you, Yoongi doesn’t have a lot to take care of during his days, especially now that Jungkook is doing so well with his training as well. He never thought that such a day would come. That one day he would actually have nothing to do. It feels so peculiar, strange even, leaving him with a deep itch of fear that one day all of this will crumble again. He can’t shake it. Life can’t be that peaceful, not his life especially. The deep itch becomes stronger and almost unbearable the longer he thinks about it, so he tries not to think about it too often.

You would scold him so much if you found out that he was bottling up those feelings. Yoongi can’t help it however. He doesn’t want to tell you because it’s so stupid and silly and he doesn’t want to burden you with his own paranoia. He can handle it himself, he can do it, he managed to live alone for so long and he can manage. He just has to push those feelings down and then everything is good again.

Yoongi takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. He taps his own stomach with his fingers. He'll just push them down. He'll just think about the present. And last night. Was he being too childish last night? He was. He is so embarrassed. He is way too clingy and childish these days. You were reading your book and he acted like a little baby. Fuck. He is so embarrassed. Why can’t he have more control over himself these days? It happens more and more. He sees you and his entire composure crumbles and all his brain is chanting is "cuddles! Want cuddles! Cuddles!"

He can’t even control it happening.

When he sees you, all he wants to do is be close to you and feel your warmth and drown in your scent. It’s as if every single rational part of his brain shuts off and he is left feeling like an attention starved animal.

Yoongi huffs out air and opens his eyes again.

"I have to get my shit together", he murmurs.

"What are you plotting again?"

Yoongi lifts his head upon hearing your voice. It happens instantly. His brain turns off and he becomes an attention starved idiot. It also doesn’t help that you are in nothing but lace panties and your hair is just slightly damp from the shower you took. That view turns other gears in his body as well. The type which make him want to press his legs together.

"I, I-", Yoongi stutters, feeling oh so dumb in awe. His chest feels so warm. His tummy is tingling like crazy. You are so beautiful, holy fuck.

You chuckle fondly and make your way to the bed.

Yoongi watches with his head feeling dizzy. He is so weak.

You get on all fours and crawl to him.

Yoongi gulps when you claim the spot on top of him. You still keep on all fours, resting your knees next to his hips and caging in his head with your arms.

"Good morning", you whisper, claiming his lips in a kiss before Yoongi can as much as take a breath to answer you.

Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut and makes a sound. Even the last part of his brain, which was once rational and calm, shuts off. Now he is utterly stupid.

The kiss breaks. Yoongi chases you with parted lips. The minty taste of your toothpaste is still lingering on his tongue.

He peels his eyes open, meeting your playful gaze. You are just inches away from his face, standing above him with so much confidence that Yoongi feels dizzy.

"Did you sleep well?" you ask him.

He nods his head, not finding any words to speak.

"Yeah? I'm glad you did. I worked out with Kook earlier, now I’m back from the shower."

He nods his head again, blinking his eyes at you.

The chuckle you let out sounds like honey to his ears. You grip his chin with two fingers, sending a shiver through his limbs.

"What's wrong? Did someone steal your voice?" you ask him, dragging your thumb over his lower lip.

Yoongi squirms, arching his torso into your direction. He was wrong before. Now is the time where every sane part of him turned off.

"Mhm. It seems that someone did", you say, abandoning his chin to run your fingers through his hair. Starting at his bangs before going to the back. You do it with a certain roughness to it, making Yoongi’s eyelids flutter and his head tilt back as gasps make his chest heave up and down quickly.

"Your hair was messy", you say, "don’t worry, I fixed it for you."

"Thank you", his voice was so raspy that he has to clear it afterwards, feeling hot in embarrassment.

"You're welcome", you say with a playful smile, dancing your fingers down the side of his face. You grant his lips one touch of your thumb. One, which he chases oh so eagerly.

You break away afterwards, all to his dismay.

"I'm going to make breakfast now. Do you want something too?"

You asked him as you removed yourself from his body. It happened during those seconds that your eyes fell to his crotch. One double take and then they are locked on it and the embarrassing semi he sports.

Your eyes flit up to his'. He stares at you with widened eyes and his lips parted in shock. You caught him. His embarrassing secret is out. Yoongi is now exposed as this weak idiot, who gets hard from nothing but a kiss and a gentle touch to the lips. He can’t help it. It’s so hot to be underneath you.

"Unless", you smirk teasingly, "unless your preferred breakfast's already here."

Yoongi licks his lips. He is so embarrassed that he gets hard just by having you on top of him. He is truly such a weak man. Despite all the shame however, he can’t deny that he is literally aching for a taste of you.

"Am I right, Yoongi?"

"Mhm, yeah", he rasps, lighting your eyes up in excitement.

“Yeah”, you whisper, inching closer just to trace his lips again.

Yoongi gulps, lets you touch him with held breath.

“Do you wanna have it?” you ask.

He nods his head, parting his lips just to let the tip of his tongue flick over your thumb. Once, with his eyes locked on yours. The touch makes you smile in that taunting way of yours. With a playful look in your eyes you draw back and begin undressing, keeping your eyes locked on him.

Yoongi sneaks a glance down at you once you are naked, trying and failing not to squirm. You look so fucking sexy, all he wants to do is devour you.

You keep the panties between two of your fingers, tangling them over his face. Yoongi squirms and tilts his head up. You touch his chin first then drag the thin fabric up his face. Yoongi follows the feeling with his eyes closed and his nose working tirelessly to get your scent.

Sweet. Oh so sweet. Yoongi groans and twists the sheets. So sweet.

The fabric slips off his forehead. Yoongi tilts his head back to chase it, parting his lips as he does.

The touch never comes again. He watches in heartbreak as you drop the panties on the bed.

"What do you think?" you ask him.

"So sweet", he groans, breathing heavily. There was still the slightest remainder of your scent on his face and he is soaking it up like a starved animal.

"Want more?"

"Yeah."

The mattress dents beside his sides. Yoongi looks at you, watching you crawl on top of him. It happens naturally that he drops further and further into the pillows as you crawl up his body. He welcomes you with open arms, gawking at your pussy with blown-out pupils.

She is just inches away, he wants her now. You seem to be in a teasing mood however, swirling your hips above him while never going down. He growls, digging his nails into your thighs. Your scent is making his head pound in arousal.

"Do you want it?"

"So bad", he groans, salivating.

You move closer. Yoongi opens his mouth and moans. You move away again. His eyes flit to your face.

You giggle, "how bad?"

"So bad", he croaks, kneading your thighs.

"Yeah? That bad?" you ask, moving closer just to pull back again when he looks the most hopeful.

"Princess…" he rasps, drooling all over his lower face by now.

The giggle you let out taunts him. You are so good at riling him up. His entire body is aching in denial.

Closer again. Yoongi gurgles and sticks his tongue out. Nothingness as you pulled away again.

He squeezes your hips and gives you a desperate look.

"Please sit on me", he pleads.

You touch his hair, sending shivers through his body.

"Say it again", you order, moving oh so close but not close enough.

"Please."

"Please what?"

"Suffocate me."

Closer. Hopefulness. Broken hearts as you pull away again.

"Holy fuck, please I wanna be smothered by your cunt", he croaks painfully, squeezing your ass, "please fucking sit on me."

"You're so hot when you’re like this", you say and move closer.

And closer.

Yoongi moans loudly, trembling. It is finally happening.

He groans deeply when you finally sit down on his face, squeezing you closer with strong arms until you are finally fucking smothering his entire face.

"Fuck. Yoongi", he hears you press out above him, but it’s nothing but a distant whisper to him. He can also hear how you hit the headboard with your hands as you search for support, it’s nothing but background noise as well.

His ears are ringing. His head is pounding. His limbs are tensing. His cock is throbbing. He finally has you. Your scent, your taste, your warmth. It’s finally controlling his every decision.

Yoongi moans uncontrollably, feasting on your pussy while pressing you closer and closer to make sure he is truly and utterly engulfed in nothing but you.

He hears you gasp and moan and mutter words, but truly he has no idea what you actually tell him. He can’t hear anything except the rushing of your blood and the racing of your heart. Also his own sounds and he thinks that he sounds like such a desperate idiot. He doesn’t change it however, because quite frankly, he couldn’t. You taste so fucking good. Especially in the morning.

When Yoongi can start off his day by having your pussy be the first taste coating his tongue, he knows that the day will be a good day. Nothing could get him happier and more motivated to cease the long day than getting fed your sweetness first thing in the morning.

He is especially grateful for it this morning. He has no idea why, but he thinks that you taste especially amazing today. Mellifluous, rich, addicting. Yoongi is swallowing you up with tears of gratitude in the corners of his eyes and his long fingers digging deeply into the flesh of your perfect ass.

You feed him so well too. You are so good. So eager to give him as much of your pleasure as you can. He is grateful for your eagerness, so entirely indebted to you.

“Thank you”, he croaks, “so sweet, thank you.”

You laugh breathily, tilting your head back, “no thank you”, you croak, “fucking amazing….” you say and retort to sighing out your moans, running your fingers through his raven hair to keep him motivated.

Not that Yoongi needs motivation to please you. Just as the sun rises in the east and the moon controls ebb and flow, he exists to give you pleasure. It’s a given, a law of nature, an unchangeable fact. You exist and Yoongi will devote his everything to you.

It happens not long into the future that he has you shaking on top of him as he rips a deep orgasm out of you. Yoongi makes sure that you have your weight on top of his face as you shake, feeling dizzy in suffocation and sucking on your pussy until she throbs in overstimulation.

Then the fighting begins. His urges are giving him strength, the kind of strength which makes it oh so easy to force your fleeing body to stay locked on his face until you are cursing and squirting all over him. His urges to be good however fight against them. He is, after all, nothing but a pretty face and eager tongue right now. He shouldn’t be greedy.

“Fuck..Yoongi..too much”, you croak, having your head thrown back while your knees are shaking in weakness, “too much...”

Yoongi growls, forces you closer. More. This can’t be everything. He needs more and more.

“You fucking bastard”, you croak with stuttering hips, “it’s seriously- ah!”

More and more. Yoongi is sucking so harshly on your clit you fear he might bruise it on accident. You convulse, try to flee again, fail and convulse a second time. There is no use in fighting. He has you in a tight lock and all you can do is give him one more pulsating orgasm.

“Yoongi stop”, you croak afterwards because he just doesn’t want to let go. You somehow manage to wiggle your hand between his’ and the thigh he is bruising. He intertwines his fingers with you instantly.

“Stop”, you moan, shaking his hand to somehow wake him up from his trance, “it’s too much, ah- aha fuck, stop.”

Your words finally begin reaching him. The desperation in them, the agony, it’s enough to clear his pounding head. Finally he feels how you are clutching his hand, how you are trembling on top of him, how you can barely take any breaths. How far gone was he? How long was he drowning in you?

“Stop please”, he hears you beg, peeling his eyes open to meet your pleading gaze. Your body is glistening in a sheer layer of sweat, your eyes are glassy. He whimpers, releasing the tight lock he has around your legs with an aching heart. It’s not enough for him. He isn’t soaked enough. He needs more. But he has to be good, obey your orders.

"Fuck", you spit, pressing his head into the pillows by his forehead.

Yoongi is almost breaking into tears when your pussy actually leaves his face. Now nothing but the wet patches of your orgasms are his companions, covering his entire face and parts of his neck.

"You fucking animal", you croak, shimmying down his body until you can sit down on his lap.

Yoongi touches his own face, picking up the remnants of his favourite taste to lick it off his hands. You watch it happening. Yoongi has his eyes squeezed shut, making the saddest sounds ever. He looks so fucking desperate.

"Fuck, Yoongi", you growl, twisting the collar of his shirt to tug him up.

Yoongi sits up with a groan, keeping his head tilted back until you shake him and force him to actually use his muscles.

Your eyes meet.

“I’m dizzy, you’re crazy.”

Yoongi groans weakly, hooking his fingers behind your neck just to pull you closer. His tongue he keeps outside, panting at you like an animal.

“What?” you ask him.

Yoongi whimpers and claims your lips in a sloppy, oh so wet kiss. Just tongue on tongue and desperate moans. He is searching for it. Your taste. Just something that carries your essence in it. Your kiss is the closest he can get to what he really wants.

But you break away. You break away with a teasing chuckle, leaving him so desperate for more. Yoongi touches your naked tits, pulling a face of desperation. One harsh squeeze and you know that he is currently suffering in impatience.

"Fuck me", he pleads.

"Fuck you?"

"Yes, please", he drags his hands down to your hips just so he can tug you closer to his aching cock. He makes you rut against him. Wet pussy against clothed bulge. The friction is mind numbingly good.

"You're so needy."

"Yeah", he agrees and tugs again, "just wanna be buried inside of you. Wanna feel your warmth."

"Shit Yoongi, I love it when you talk like this", you say, "work with me, will you?"

Yoongi works willingly, helping you with taking off his pants. He watches with a pounding head as you gather up the fabric just to bury your face in it.

You shudder as you drown in his scent. Yoongi feels short-breathed. You are smelling him. His scent. His essence. Fuck, you are getting lost in it just as he always gets lost in you. He is flustered and yet so turned on, kneading your tits needily while mewling in desperation.

"Fuck yes", you growl, "you smell so fucking good."

"___ please", he whines, grabbing your hips, "fuck, please. Fuck me."

You drop his pants and grab his throat. You feel how he gulps and as you wrap your other hand around his cock you can feel how he throbs.

"What are you, Yoongi?" you ask him, jerking him off quickly.

Yoongi throbs in your hand, squeezes your hips.

"Yours", he rasps.

"Not enough", you warn, squeezing his throat.

He tilts his head back slightly, "your sex slave", he moans.

"Almost there. There's one word missing."

He whines, shaking his head.

"Come on, say it and I'll give you my pussy."

He falters, forcing you to slow down your touches as a punishment. He squirms as a reaction, pressing his thighs together.

“Come on. It’s not that hard. It’s just one word.”

"Your pretty sex slave", he croaks, barely keeping his eyes open now that you are cutting off his air so perfectly.

"There we go. Perfect, kitten", you praise and reward him by sinking down on his veiny cock.

Yoongi keens, throwing his head back and pulling you snug against his stomach.

"You feel so good", he moans, trembling when you begin bouncing on him, "yes so good. Fuck princess, so fucking good. Thank you, thank you so much."

One hand is now digging into his shoulder while the other is still keeping a tight grip around his throat. Like this you can really feel just how noisy he is today, how he seems to be unable to stop making sounds, how he gulps and gasps for sparse air. All while his cock is buried oh so deep inside of you, filling you up so well.

You move closer, pressing your lips against the shell of his ear.

"I wanted you so bad, Yoongi", you rasp, "ever since I woke up to you next to me, I wanted you", you press out a soft moan, "fuck, when I came back from my workout and saw you looking so pretty while you were sleeping, I considered waking you with your cock down my throat", you confess in a whisper, licking along the edge of his ear.

Yoongi mewls, tilting his head to the side to give you more access. Hearing you talk like this is getting him so good.

"But I decided against it. A mistake", you chuckle, making sure to squeeze around his cock until he moans desperately, "fuck Yoongi, how I wanted to touch myself in the shower to the thought of you", you tongue down his ear, taking his earlobe between your teeth.

Yoongi twitches inside of you, growing oh so fucking hard. His fingers are almost crushing your hips in desperation, tugging you closer and closer in a fast rhythm. The movement makes sounds, skin against skin, slick wetness and creaking bed springs.

You release his earlobe with a soft moan, returning to whispering against him.

"But I didn’t. You know why?"

He mewls a weak "no", then returns to bouncing you on his throbbing cock. He needs to fuck. Needs it. Needs it so bad. He is rutting up into you, meeting your movements so harshly you feel dizzy with each slam of hips.

"Because I wanted my first orgasm to be on your pretty face. It’s made for it after all", you pause just to let a moan tickle his ear.

He curses under his breath, gulping under your fingers afterwards.

"And now I can’t stop fucking cumming", you make your voice sound oh so desperate just to rile him up, "you make me wanna fucking cum over and over again. Hear me, kitten? Your body gets me so fucking good."

You show him the honesty of your words by orgasming right on his cock, hard and oh so good.

"Fuck Yoongi", you whisper into his ear shakily, "fuck, I feel so good because of…you….aah."

Yoongi feels dizzy. He abandons your hips just to hug your waist instead. He buries his face in your shoulder, mewling your name. You are so sexy today. No wonder Yoongi lost every sense of control. How could he not, when you talk to him like that? When you touch him like that? Use his body like that? There is no way he wouldn’t lose himself in your presence.

"Fuck", you growl, tugging his head back by a bundle of his hair. Your eyes meet. Yoongi feels breathless at the droopiness of your gaze. You are tight around his length. Tight and so wet, still throbbing in your dying down high. And yet your hips are as restless as ever, rutting into him without a break.

"I'm not done", you lull.

"Don't stop", he begs and runs his hands up your back. He is not even close to being satisfied. He couldn’t be happier about your own insatiable nature.

"Oh trust me, I won’t", you say and grab his right hand just to force two of his fingers into your mouth.

“Princess”, he growls, eyes focusing on your busy lips and cock throbbing inside of you.

You quite literally choke on them, gagging so sexily around him that Yoongi has to grind his teeth.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum. You’re so sexy like this”, he whispers, tilting his head back just enough that he can show off his pouty lips parting in bliss.

You give him a delicious moan, breaking away but letting way too much of your drool coat his digits.

"So good", you moan, "fuck, I love your fingers."

“Princess”, he rasps, gazing at your glistening lips and just how eagerly you lick them.

“Mhm”, you huff out air and tug his hand behind you. Your eyes lock with his’, begging him to please understand what you mean by it as you keep his hand close to your ass.

“Fuck, ___”, he croaks and closes the distance between his fingers and your rim, applying enough pressure that he can watch your eyelids flutter in anticipation.

“Are you serious?” he asks.

“Yeah”, you nod your head vigorously, “wanna be so stuffed by you. Just your cock's not enough anymore.”

Yoongi gulps, fighting his urge to fulfil your wish right here and there. Just push them inside, stuff you with his fingers, fill you up. But he shouldn’t act hasty, not when you look so innocently curious about the sensation.

“Have you ever done this before?” he asks, giving you a slow massage. It makes your pussy oh so wet around his cock. So wet in fact, that Yoongi is sure you are dripping all over his pubes and thighs. It’s the hottest thought to him, motivating him to give your needy rim the kind of massage it deserves.

You shake your head, fluttering your lashes at him playfully while rocking your hips back and forth. The touch is so new, but feels so good. It definitely makes you sensitive and oh so needy.

“Fuck princess, you’ll be the fucking death of me”, he says and laughs in a moan. He presses you closer with his hand on the back of your head, chasing your lips in one fleeting kiss before he keeps close enough that you can feel his words as he speaks, “relax, my princess. You’ll feel so good, trust me.”

“I do. I trust you”, you sigh, "that’s why I want you to take me that way. Fucking fill me up."

Yoongi dances his hand down from your head to the middle of your back. Like this he hugs you closer, angling your body not only to fuck you so much better but also to make your hips shift for easier access.

You welcome the change happily, hooking your arms behind his neck and moaning his name into the crook of his neck.

“You’re so perfect”, he praises, soiling his fingers with a new layer of his spit just to make it easier to slip in.

You gasp and tense up when you feel them on your hole again. Warm and oh so skilled, drawing circles to rile you up. And he does. He riles you up. The sensation feels so new and yet electric.

“Yes, shit so good”, you whisper, melting into him.

The thought came to you in the shower. You want Yoongi to take your anal virginity. You have no idea why that thought came to you, but it did and so you spent a good amount of time getting as ready and clean for it as possible. The process made you so horny that you had to ride his face to get rid of some of the pressure in your stomach. But it wasn’t enough, obviously because it’s Yoongi and you want this man so fucking bad.

Yoongi puts pressure into his touch, eliciting a gasp from you. The pressure is intense. So intense.

“Relax, my princess”, he whispers, “you’re tensing up.”

You whimper, flinching when he tries again.

"W-wait."

"It's okay, princess", he whispers, pulling away, "I won’t do it."

You lift your head, locking eyes with him despite being way too embarrassed. Not only because trying out new things is always a little awkward but also because you pulled back.

"Sorry, I know I’m weird. First I want it and act all confident and now I’m chickening out."

“You’re not. You’re perfect”, Yoongi assures you with a soft smile.

"I do want it, but uhm. Can, can we do it with lube?”

“Yeah? You’d feel better with it?”

You nod your head.

"At first I was like yeah spit that’s sexy but then I remembered how easily it dries out and now I’m scared."

He gives you a fond smile.

"Okay then, let's try it with lube", he says, reaching for the bottle of lube in your bedside drawer.

It’s the easiest place to store. With your bed being host to your perfect man on most nights, you realised that something as essential as lube should be kept in close reach. Yoongi thanks your past self for the brilliant idea. He doesn’t even have to lift you off his cock and can still give your buttock a slow massage while his left hand is getting the lube.

You watch him slather two of his fingers in it, gulping in anticipation of what was to come. He lifts them into your vision, curling his lips into a teasing smirk. There they are. His long fingers. Wet and glistening in lube. The visual is enough to make you tremble on his lap.

“All wet”, he says, curling them slowly. Just how he would do if they were buried deep inside of you. It’s so unfair just how aware of his hands’ sexiness Yoongi is. You hate and love him for it.

“Fuck”, you whisper, “Yoongi, you’re so hot.”

“Mhm, I know”, he rasps and wiggles them once. Then he finally reaches behind you, keeping his eyes focused on yours. You tilt your hips to make it easier, feeling breathless in excitement.

The touch comes as no surprise, but still makes you gasp and your skin feel electric.

"How's that, princess?" he asks, rubbing his fingers up and down in slow motions.

"Good", you whisper.

"Perfect. Now come here, rest against me. I'll take care of you."

"Yoongi", you mewl, falling around his neck.

"That's it. That’s better, isn’t it?"

"So safe…" you lull, hugging him tightly.

"Yeah, you are", he whispers with his lips pressed to the side of your head, "you're in safe hands, princess. I've got you."

Yoongi pushes again. The lube does its job instantly. There it goes. His middle finger. It slips right in, breaching your tight hole slowly.

"Oh, oh….oh", you let out, tightening your hug. You are dripping on his cock, feeling dizzy. So that’s how that feels. Thick and as if you were being stretched oh so much. Inch by inch you feel fuller and fuller. Inch by inch, your rim gets hotter and hotter.

"Holy cow", you press out.

"I've got you, princess. Feel it, you’re doing it", Yoongi says, feeding you the rest of his finger until it sits inside of you. Long and thick, stretching you out all while making you feel so stuffed.

This is it. Now you are truly filled up. You have his finger up your ass.

You don’t know what to do. Should you moan? Should you squirm? Stay still? Go insane? Maybe you should start with breathing. Quick and without rhythm. Breathe. Just breathe.

"You're doing so well", Yoongi praises, caressing your spine, "does it hurt?"

"No", you bring out.

"But?"

"No but, just unfamiliar."

"I know, it’s weird at first, but feel that."

He begins moving his finger. Not much, just very slow movements in and out. You tense up, curling your toes. The friction on your rim is hot. It’s insane just how well you can feel every inch of him. When he is fingering your pussy the sensations blend into one warm buzz, but this right here? You feel every single change of movement.

"Ah."

In and out. In and out. You feel it, get lost in it, get addicted to it.

"Ah, god. Ah."

"I know, that feels so good", he whispers in that sweet voice of his'. His sweet, sweet voice which always manages to either calm you down or make you horny. Somehow it does both right now. It lulls you into relaxation just as much as it turns you on. Granted, his veiny cock fucking your pussy while you have his long finger up your ass, doesn’t help with not feeling turned on either.

"Yes, feels good", you sigh, relaxing in a shudder.

"There we go, relax", he whispers, rewarding you with slow movements of his hips.

It is truly crazy how one finger up your ass changes the entire sensations of the fuck. You can feel his cock so well. As if his finger is making you tighter.

"I'm so tight."

"Does it hurt?" Yoongi slows down.

"No", you shudder, "please don’t stop. Your cock is so good."

He purrs deeply, returning to the slow fuck of before. His cock shifts inside of you while his finger is stretching your hole in a gentle rhythm.

"I can feel it too, princess", he lulls drunkenly, "you feel so good when I’m plugging you up."

"Don't call it that", you whine.

"Why?" he chuckles.

"It's so hot, wanna cum too bad."

"You're so cute", he says and kisses your shoulder, "my princess is the cutest."

You shudder.

"Fuck Yoongi, faster."

Yoongi moves his hips, timing the movements with that of his finger. The sensations are so different and yet fit so perfectly together. His cock sends warmth through your pussy while his finger is making your ass feel electric. They are opposite sensations and yet go so well together that you find yourself scratching down his undercut while your body is tensing on top of him.

"Is that alright?" he asks.

"It's fucking incredible. Holy cow", you croak.

"Yeah? Fuck princess, I can’t believe you’re letting me do this."

"You know me", you falter as you pant quickly. With lots of struggle, you manage to turn your head so you could press your lips against his ear again, "you make me want to do the kinkiest shit", you rasp, twisting his ruffled hair right where it turns into his undercut.

Yoongi lets out a deep growl, squeezing you closer to his stomach. It forces your back to arch and for your holes to feel way too empty. It also manages to grind your clit against his lower stomach, right where his happy trail merges into his pubes. The feeling of it sending constant bolds of pleasure through your veins.

"I wanna fuck you so good", he rasps, "fuck, wanna treat you so well."

"Yoongi", you mewl, trembling.

"Yeah, wanna fuck you so fucking good", he says in an intoxacted mumble, "wanna make you feel so fucking good, princess. So goddamn good."

"Y-you are, ah Yoongi ah", you keen, gasping while your body is squirming on top of him. He is holding you so safely, moving your body so skillfully, using his hips just as you like it. He gets you so good. Oh so good.

"Mhm princess", he lulls, dragging the tip of his nose up your neck. His tongue follows, sending hot tickles down your skin. His lips touch your ear, "I've got you."

"Yeah, got me", you mewl, turning your head.

No distance. Blurry visions. Aching lips. Your noses are touching, your lips barely are. Yoongi closes his eyes, basking in that closeness with his entire being. He loves this so much. Being so close to you. It’s his heaven.

"Give me another finger", you beg against his lips, forcing him to peel his eyes open in surprise.

"Are you sure?" he asks, moaning softly when you suddenly twist his hair and pull him even closer.

"So sure. Shit Yoongi, plug me up."

"Baby", he moans, chasing the kiss you are so close to giving him.

"Please. Give it to me", you beg, kissing him oh so deeply.

Yoongi mewls, pressing you closer with his arm around your waist. His neck is craning in the position, but he wouldn’t want it any other way. He chooses to go with his ring finger, stuffing it into your tight hole slowly. Your breath hitches, your fingers twist his hair harder, your pussy becomes even tighter.

"Holy fuck", you say under your breath, breaking the kiss, "holy fucking fuck."

"Too much?"

"Not enough", you croak and then begin bouncing on him all while chanting about how good he gets you.

Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut, holding you tightly all while trying not to cum right here and there. Having his fingers up your tight ass while his cock can feel them? It’s something he didn’t think he would ever be able to feel, let alone this morning. He is so into the sensation. So fucking into it.

He wraps his arm around your waist tighter and bucks his hips up. His face he buries in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sex soaked scent with animalistic obsession.

“Wanna treat you so well, wanna treat you so fucking well”, he murmurs mindlessly, “wanna give you the best, wanna give you everything.”

"Fuck Yoongi, it’s so good. It feels good. So good", you chant, feeling up the back of his head desperately. Palms up and down his undercut, nails and fingertips too, then fingers in his hair tugging and twisting, palms again, fingers and nails. It is an endless touch, one which will never truly find its purpose and is instead caught in the loop of doing everything oh so desperately.

Not that Yoongi minds. He loves it. Just a few days ago he fixed his undercut again, working almost two hours on getting it to his standards. You seem to be extra touchy ever since, so he knows that he was successful.

“Yeah? It’s good?” he makes sure.

“So good”, you croak and shudder.

It was the best idea to let Yoongi take your anal virginity. He just knows what he is doing, how to touch you and get you there. He is the best for the job. Always patient, always gentle and yet obsessed enough with you to know when he can begin being rougher. Just as right now when he begins meeting your movement in harsh thrusts, pulling you into him repeatedly to help with the rhythm. It’s rough, sloppy, a little uncoordinated and makes your bodies connect in harsh slaps and it is the most perfect fuck you ever had.

"So good, so good, so good", you chant with your voice pitched, spilling your pleasure all over his veiny cock, "so good, so good, ah so good."

"It's what you deserve. Holy fuck, princess you deserve the best", he is struggling with his words. He is so fucking close. He really is.

“Another please.”

Your eagerness makes him moan out a laugh. He tilts his head back, locking eyes with you. Droopy and half-lidded, you look at him, glowing in pleasure. So beautiful, he thinks, he is in love with the most beautiful woman ever.

“Shit princess, you’re literally so into this aren’t you?” he asks, playing with the spilled lube.

You nod your head vigorously, sticking your ass out.

“Just wanna be filled up, I’m so empty.”

Yoongi pushes. You widen your eyes. Again. Your rim opens for his pointer finger slowly. You whimper.

"Relax", he rasps, pushing again.

Your eyes fall closed, your face scrunches up.

"Holy fuck", you press out, dropping your head, "hngn god."

Yoongi tries again. He is still careful, of course he is because he never ever wants to be the reason why you are hurting, but he is also a little greedy right now. He knows that his fingers are big. They really are, so it’s impressive enough that you already want to take three. It’s almost driving him insane, however, to feel just how tight your pussy gets now that you have to make space for all those fingers up your ass. Yoongi is greedy for that sensation. Greedy for tightness, greedy for getting his fingers squeezed and greedy for your desperate clenches around him.

That is why he keeps on pushing and pushing and pushing until he is buried inside of you to his knuckles and your hips have stilled in bafflement.

"All in", he rasps.

You make a tiny sound, scratching down the back of his neck.

Yoongi watches you. Tensing every muscle in his body because he wants to fuck you oh so good, but shouldn’t in order to give you your time.

You lift your head slowly, giving view to your glassy eyes.

"Hey, it’s okay", he gasps, feeling worried, "I'll take it out again."

"Don't."

You stop him by reaching behind yourself and wrapping your clammy fingers around his wrist. You push him back inside, parting your lips in a blissed-out moan. Out again and back inside. You show him the rhythm, barely keeping your eyes open.

Yoongi understands, feeling dizzy. He takes over for you, going in that slow and deep rhythm you showed him. He curls his fingers as an extra bonus, feeling the sensation right against his cockhead each and every time.

Your eyes finally fall closed, your neck loses its strength, forcing your head to fall against his shoulder.

"Don't stop, please don’t stop", you beg in a trembling voice, hugging him oh so tightly.

"I won’t, hear me? You’ve got me, you have me all princess. You’ve got everything", he promises, bucking his hips up to test the waters.

"Yes", you convulse on top of him, squeezing him with your limbs, "please that. That, oh god."

"Fuck", he whimpers in a high-pitched voice, closing his eyes tightly, "princess, my princess. Feels so good, so tight, so wet. I wanna fuck you slow until you’re floating."

You give him a sigh of his name and a graphic curse. Then you squeeze him and tremble. You possibly couldn’t talk anymore. It’s too good. You just want to make sounds, gasp for air, try not to pass out in pleasure.

You always knew that Yoongi’s fingers are big. He fingered your pussy on enough occasions for you to learn that a finger fuck by Yoongi feels just as good as a fuck with his cock. He just knows how to move them.

Having three of them up your ass however? The feeling is heavenly. You get it now. You get the hype with anal. Oh, you fucking get it. It’s so different from getting your pussy stuffed. Exciting because you know just how tight your ass is and yet you are managing to take him so well. It feels like an achievement. The kind of achievement which leaves you dripping on his cock.

"I think I’m gonna cum", you confess in a mewl, tensing on top of him.

"Yeah? Wanna cum?"

You nod your head, feeling oh so tight in your stomach. Holy fuck, you can really feel just how deep his cock goes, how he is stretching you out, how his swollen tip is grinding against your throbbing g-spot. Every curl of his long fingers is sending electricity through your pussy too, because for those two seconds you can feel his cock dig into your wet walls oh so deeply before an angry throb shakes through his entire length. The sensation is consuming you, making you feel so charged in tension.

"Whenever you’re ready, princess. I'm here to catch you", he says and groans, "so fucking good, I’m so into it."

"Ah, Yoongi. Me too. Ah, hah, wow okay", you moan, twisting his hair.

Your clit is grinding against him. So close. Your own wetness is making the slip easy. It’s a constant change of sensations. First his slick lower stomach,then the friction of his hair when you grind lower and meet his well taken care of pubes. They are soaked in your pleasure by now, totally ruined and claimed as yours. Soft skin and friction, soft skin and friction. The sensation is endless, perfect.

"Fuck, Yoongi", you mewl, gasping for air.

Yoongi knows before you know. You are climaxing. He hugs you safely, gives you eager rolls of his hips, curls his fingers deep inside of you. He wants it to hit hard, to literally consume you, to take a hold of you and burn you up.

"Let go, princess. That’s it, let go", he encourages you.

"Yoon-" your words cut off and you are mewling in your high, getting swallowed by the hot flames and feeling like passing out would be the only option.

Holy fuck, you are so tight. Holy fuck, you can feel every pulse of your ass, every clench of your pussy, every throb of your clit. His fingers, his cock, they feel twice as big now that you are tensing oh so much.

Yoongi is rutting into you quickly, forcing your trembling hips to grind into him and making your high feel ten times as intense.

"Yes princess, yes. Fuck yes, just like this. So good, you’re the best", he encourages you.

"Holy fuck, I c-can't stop", you keen, "I can't stooop", you wail, shaking uncontrollably.

Yoongi is growling, helping your body to ride out that endless high while aching for his own release.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck", you chant, convulsing a third time and Yoongi has to fight you trying to squeeze him right out, fucking his cock and fingers into you in a deep rhythm. His back burns as you drag your nails down, scratching him open.

"Holy shit, ___ you’re so good", he moans loudly, throwing his head back, "ah! I'm c-cu-cumming."

You can feel how he is pumping you full of his cum. It fills you right up, stuffs your entire pussy. It's so much that soon it is squirting all out of you alongside your orgasm. White, liquid pleasure is slathering all over his shaft and thighs, soaking your own thighs and his throbbing balls. The sound is wet, slick, sticky. The sensations are mind numbing, fiery, the best.

"Fuck, fuck, holy fuck I'm cumming so fucking hard", he croaks, arching into you, "fuck, can’t stop."

"Don't please don’t", you beg, shaking right with him.

You lose the thought of who calmed down first, quite frankly you never truly gained said thought in the first place. You just know that at some point Yoongi slipped his fingers free and dropped into the pillows, tugging you on top of his.

"Fuck, urgh fuck", he pants, hugging you tightly all while his hips are rolling up into you in a slow rhythm, "this shit feels like fucking paradise."

You shiver. It’s so nice to lie on top of him like that. With his strong arms around you and his heated chest against your own while your face is buried in the crook of his neck.

"How's it for you?" he is impatient in his voice, feeling up your back restlessly.

"So good", you lull, "ah, Yoongs your cock."

"I know, sorry can’t get it soft", he says and chuckles in embarrassment, "you've got me too good. I’m so fucking pussy drunk", he lulls and laughs out a breathy, “baby.”

"Yoongs, fuck."

"Relax, not long. Just for a little longer. Wanna keep fucking for a little" he says and slips his hand between your buttocks again. He propes at your hole carefully.

The teasing hurts so much, you want it again. You buck your hips into his hand.

"Please", the word swirls against his neck.

Yoongi picks up the creamy cum from his cock and uses it to push his pointer finger right back inside.

"Fuck", you and him curse at the same time.

Yoongi’s hips become faster again, his unoccupied hand rests itself at the back of your head to hold you close.

"You're so tight", he groans, rolling his hips up in a squirm, "princess…"

"So sensitive", you mewl, feeling every single fucking inch of his finger as he pumps it in and out of you slowly. The big stretch and the hard orgasm made your rim so sensitive that you are pretty sure you could actually cum from what he was doing, "c-can you c-cum with your, your ass?"

He chuckles, "yeah, you can. Feels incredible", he says and moans, scratching along your scalp as he holds you closer.

"Cause I think I’m gonna, ah, do that", you stutter.

"Good, that’s good. You deserve it", he turns his head to bury his nose in your neck, "whenever you feel like it."

"What…what if it’s…now?"

"Then I've got you. Hear me? You’re safe to fall", he whispers sweetly.

It starts off as a completely involuntary squeeze of your stomach as if you wanted to get rid of his finger, then turns into the kind of shiver which makes you groan involuntarily, then scorching heat is coursing through you, throwing your pussy right over the edge as well. The convulsing and squeezing of your stomach continues, becoming more and more unbearable the longer you are orgasming.

"That's right, yes baby yes", he encourages you, "now you’re feeling it. That’s so good."

Yoongi trembles and gasps.

"I'm cum- ah - too", he confesses and breaks, hugging you oh so close while making sure that your shared high is as fulfilling as possible for both of you.

You are the first to come down, kissing his neck until he finally stops shaking. He groans, slipping his finger free once again to trace your spine instead.

"Oh my love", he says and flips your bodies over so you are underneath him, "my princess, oh my ___", he mumbles, kissing every inch of your face, "that was amazing. So amazing."

"Yes", you sigh, having your eyes closed.

Yoongi nuzzles his nose into your cheek and kisses it. Then he lifts his head, cupping your face while his love-filled eyes are racing over your features.

"How did you like it?"

"Holy fuck", you say and laugh breathily.

Yoongi smiles, "yeah right? It feels so different to cum with your ass, doesn’t it?"

You nod your head, "I don't think I ever used my abs that much before."

He chuckles and kisses your cheek, "right? It’s amazing."

"Yeah…thank you so much for doing this with me. I couldn’t have asked for a better first time.

Yoongi smiles, tracing your lips with his thumb, "I'm just glad you liked it."

"I did, it was incredible. It didn’t hurt at all and, and I felt so…so stuffed. But in a really good way”, you sigh dreamily, “it was so nice.”

The smile reaches his eyes, lighting them up oh so prettily.

"That's good, princess. You deserve it”, he says in a soft voice.

"Can you use your cock one day? I want to know how that feels."

"Of course, princess. But today you should rest."

"Yes, okay", you giggle, “I honestly feel spent.”

He pulls you closer so your head would be resting on his upper arm. He still keeps tracing your face, unable to stop his smile.

"What?" you ask him.

"Nothing, I just…I'm in…I uhm, I think I uh, love you."

"You think you love me? Excuse me, are your feelings really that uncertain?" you ask, carrying a teasing smile in your voice.

"Shut up, fuck", he groans, dropping his face into your neck, "you know I’m weird as fuck with that shit."

You giggle, smooching his messy hair.

"I think I love you too, Yoongi Boongie."

"I told you to shut up, oh my god, I'm never gonna say anything ever again."

"Fuck, you’re so dramatic", you cackle, hugging him so tightly that your legs entangle into one big mess of limps.

You don’t care just how much of a mess you are making right now as his cum gets stuck to everything. You just want to be close to him, feel his body against yours and get lost in his hug. You’ll just take a shower later and you'll make sure to drag Yoongi right with you.

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thanks to you (Astarion & Tav)

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Summary: A simple visit to a vendor sparked something bigger than he could have ever expected…

Astarion couldn’t recall as a spawn or from his previous life, having anyone on his side that looked after him. Took care of him. Believed in him when others doubted. Gan had been honest about what they wanted even when he hadn’t been so forthright. Even when he was set in his old instinctive ways and trying to keep up his mask, they just chipped away at it at every turn. Many nights they'd walk off from camp, talking about whatever. It was superficial at first, he played the cards he knew. Smile, flirt, seduce, manipulate, it was all familiar for him. Over time though, his usual tactics began failing him. The fractures continued and the facade began to fall away. Then they reached Moonrise and it all seemed like it was ready to come down at last.

She’d introduced herself as Araj Oblodra, trader in the sanguineous arts. A bit over the top he thought to himself but nothing wrong with a little flair. As she chatted away with Gan, he’d noticed her eyes kept darting over to him while they talked stock and potions. Gan noticed it too and finally asked what was her deal.

“You haven't stopped looking at my companion since we walked up,” Gan replied, mildly annoyed. The trader finally spoke up about her sideways glances.

“Perhaps we could discuss your friend. He’s a vampire, no? A spawn perhaps?”

Astarion swiftly threw up his hands innocuously, "Oh don't worry, we're all friends under the Absolute. I won’t bite."

“Oh but I’d prefer if you did. I assume he belongs to you, no?”

Gan glimpsed over at Astarion before answering, barely masking their disdain, “...he’s his own person.”

Araj clapped as if she'd been told a cute joke, “How utterly adorable. You actually let him believe that.”

The audacity of this lady knew no bounds. Gan sensed Gale moving a little closer to them, ready to diffuse if things got a little heated. She proceeded to address him, “do you have a name, spawn?”

“Astarion, b-bb-but wait…” He leaned back. The tension was becoming thick and unnerving, he should have just walked away.

“Good. Now Astarion, I’ve dreamt of being bitten by a vampire since I was a young girl.”

"I’m sorry, what? You want to be bitten?? Actually bitten???" In most situations, people were afraid of that happening and here she was lusting for it.

“To feel your life’s blood slipping away? To dance on the edge between life and death?” The drow closed her eyes as she uttered a barely perceptible moan.

“Yes, I want it. Your efforts won’t go in vain. I can provide you with a potion of legendary power.” Araj crossed her arms as if she was putting up her best and final bartering offer.

“It’s not for sale. I will only part with it if you bite me.”

His response was prompt, though not the one she wanted, "I will have to decline."

“Excuse me?? This is a once in a lifetime opportunity and you’re squandering it.”

His tadpole reached out for Gan’s, teasing at the edges of their mind, the sensation quickly building from uneasy to disgusted.

"I gave you my answer," he huffed with finality.

Astarion watched as the vendor ignored him and continued prodding Gan to make him comply with her request. As the minutes passed, a sinking feeling began weighing on him. He was sure he'd just have to work his way through it for all of their sake. Having traveled with Gan for many weeks now, knowing that they hardly ever hesitated when it came to their own wants and needs, he didn't expect what unfolded in that moment. Gan tilted their head at Araj, listening to the drow sulk about Astarion not fulfilling her wish, speaking about him as if he was a thing for her to play with. Astarion had said no. Gan had backed him up. The vendor had ignored them both. He watched as Gan began closing the distance between them. Araj, still prattling on, was oblivious to the small rogue's motions as she approached. He watched in shock as Araj abruptly quieted, eyes widening a bit in terror as she stared at the hooded elf. The drow slowly stepped back and crashed into the table behind her. Bottles and flasks tumbled over and she took the moment to turn around and attend to the mess. Astarion quickly composed himself before Gan turned around to the party and motioned for them to depart.

Leaving the tower, they had a small trek to get back to Last Light Inn. It gave him time to ponder what had happened and why it'd affected him so much. Almost any other time, he would just check out but he didn't. When he was about to slip back into that darkness, they'd kept him out. Astarion wasn't exactly sure why it touched him in such a way. They didn't really do anything amazing. Not like he’d been swept off his feet. No grand gesture or anything. No sweeping declarations of love which the thought of made him queasy to be honest. They just stood up for him. Didn't walk away when he'd needed them most. And he thought to himself they had a habit of doing that. Whether it was someone by his side, a bandage for his wounds, dining together , or just a good laugh, they'd been there. It was all quite frustrating honestly. No one helped worms like him. Not when there was gold to be had and least of all when they gained nothing in return. Even though their first meeting was by dagger, Gan didn't hold it against him. And after they'd told him it might be useful to have a vampire by their side, he always knew where he stood with them.

All these thoughts racing through his mind, he found it hard to settle once they were back at the inn. Shadowheart and Gale were perched on stools while Gan played bartender and topped everyone off. Astarion sat over by himself, nursing his wine goblet. Why was he feeling this way? What was this? He knew he wouldn’t be able to rest until he’d given them a piece of his mind. He quickly knocked back the goblet and strode towards the bar, determined to get this off his chest and out of his mind so he could think clearly again.

Astarion sidled up next to Gale, faking interest in whatever the three of them were chatting about. When he saw an opening, he nodded, hoping they’d picked up his signal. Still engaged, he saw their eyes quickly dart towards the side door, not missing a beat in their discussion with Shadowheart. He remained for a little bit longer, teasing Gale and debating Shadowheart until he was able to slip away during a natural lull in their discussion.

He headed towards the small cliff just outside the inn by the lake. It was just outside of Isobel’s protection but the fairy’s blessing still illuminated him so he felt safe enough anyway. Astarion didn’t know how much time had passed but between his thoughts and the gentle lapping of the water, he didn’t notice that Gan had finally joined him.

They stood closely beside him, peering out across the water into the vast darkness in silence. The two of them continued to stand there, hands almost grazing, until Astarion couldn't stand it anymore.

"I think we need to talk."

He'd turned to face them, ready to get this bit of unpleasantness over with. He'd say what he had to say, listen to them laugh him off, then all of this could be behind them.

Astarion was gearing up to deflect their response because surely this was going to be a disaster but he wouldn't let them see him suffer. He wouldn't give them the satisfaction.

Gan turned to face him, sliding their cape hood down, freeing their coppery red coils from their hooded confinement. Astarion gasped quietly to himself. This was going to be tougher than he thought and he was wishing he'd drowned the thoughts out with wine so he didn't have to deal with this. They looked up at him and for a quick second he lost himself in their brown depths, until their voice finally broke through the fog.

"Are you all right?"

He didn't expect this to be easy but hearing them ask about his well being was just another crack among the others in his crumbling facade. It wasn't like they'd never asked him before but maybe with the state he was in, this moment felt like a little more than those times. They weren't fresh out of a battle, everyone looking over themselves to make sure no one was injured seriously. This was close and intimate and Astarion decided he better finish quickly.

"What? Oh yes, I think."

He closed his eyes briefly. The scrutiny was too much even though all the pressure was from his own imagination. With a quick breath, he continued.

"I just wanted to thank you."

Gan stood quietly for a minute before finally asking, "thank me for…?"

He swallowed over the building knot in his throat.

"When we were in the tower…" Astarion paused, "...that vile drow." Her insistence turned demand, how she disregarded his response then his presence carried shades of things he didn’t like remembering and could never forget. As they all stood there, the moment growing tense, Astarion was moments away from just saying it was fine. He'd just suffer through it like he always did.

"I spent two hundred years using my body to lure pretty things back for my master." Nights in taverns plying fools with alcohol, lacing every honeyed word, sinking hooks into them until they'd found themselves back in the palace, unceremoniously dumped as food for his master.

"I was a slave. My wants didn't matter. I was there to do his bidding. That was my worth." When you have something repeatedly instilled into you, being told you're unworthy, your value is less than the dirt you walked upon, it becomes a persistent thought in your mind. The bravado was all an act. An act that he played well. He knew his place and his role as a plaything for others. Then a late night in an alley in Baldur's Gate changed everything.

The nerves were getting to him. He fussed with a loose thread on his sleeve, trying to settle them so he could just get through this unfortunate chat.

"You could have asked the same of me. Throw myself at her and get whatever she was offering us. It was probably going to be useful! And we need all the tools we can get..."

Astarion threw his head back. Gods, he just wanted to walk away and drown the rest of his thoughts in the poor excuses for wine inside the inn. He'd go hunting but shadow cursed lands aren't fertile grounds for food.

"Look, you didn't ask me to do something I didn't want to do. And I'm grateful."

Gan, listened and watched as he went through a battery of emotions, before they finally spoke up again.

"I didn't really do anything. You make your own choices now, Astarion."

That one little statement spoken and his knees felt like they'd buckle beneath him. He was making his own choices. There was no master out here since he walked away from the nautiloid crash. No one compelling him to act and behave however they wanted. It was all him now. These were his decisions to make, for better or for worse.

"This is a novel concept, I must admit. And a little intimidating." He turned back to the water, swallowing his discomfort. They'd given him something to ponder without realizing it. Were these feelings he thought he had really about them? Was this about Gan and him coming to terms with something they may have? Or could this be about the newfound freedom he found himself thrust into? A freedom he was trying to understand because centuries had been spent without it. When you're under an overbearing presence that rules your life and it's suddenly snatched away, how do you navigate without it? How do you move about when that domineering hold is all you know?

Astarion cleared his throat. "Yes well…thank you…truly."

Gan stood there quietly for a few moments more before finally turning to leave, "You're welcome."

With a quick pat on his back, they set back off towards the building. Before they'd gotten too far, they called back to him, "Astarion?" He turned towards them with a solemn look.

Gan remarked with a sly smirk, "no one tells my personal attack vampire what to do but me." And with that, Gan walked off, leaving a chuckling Astarion to his thoughts.

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