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dreamtinblackandwhite · 2 months

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give & take

summary: bruce wayne x female!reader learning what their partner likes during sex

word count: 832

warnings: NSFW, SMUT, mentions of fingering, oral (both receiving), p in v sex, overstimulated, praise kink, degradation kink, face fucking, i think that's it?

an: let me know what you think of this one! it's not much but i wanted to get it out of my brain :)

bruce is such a giver.

he was so touch deprived when you first starting seeing each other that he just wants to shower you in appreciation for giving this back to him.

every night before he heads out to patrol, he’d burry his face between your thighs and greedily fingerfucks you until you’re seeing stars

every time the two of you are required to go to a public event, he’d make sure to find a secluded room where he would get on his knees for you after seeing you in that dress

if your response after he asks how your day was is anything less than ‘great, love, yours?’ he’d tug you off towards his bed and spend hours kissing every single inch of your body

praising you because he knows how much you love it:

‘such a good girl’, ‘you are so gorgeous squeezing around my fingers’, ‘you are doing so good, darling’, ‘you can cum again, I know you can.’, ‘be a good girl and moan my name while I tease this perfect clit, beautiful.’

this man would worship the ground you walk on and is utterly obsessed with every part of you

there were signs of him wanting more though. the way his eyes would widen and he'd blush so cutely after you told him it was okay to be rough with you. you'd tell him every night how you want to shower him with the same affection he gives you. but he’d ignore you to burry his face into your dripping cunt again whimpering and whining about how much he loves you.

you could see him fall into the blissful high of your warm folds wrapping around his cock so perfectly and he slowly would lose his composure. fucking you as if he didn't know you, plowing into you like his access to oxygen depended on it. his rough strokes against your sensitive core seemed to speak how much he loved using you - you just needed to drag that out of him.

you waited in the batcave for him on a stormy night that you couldn’t sleep. ‘what are you doing awake, darling?’ He’d ask as he slipped his cowl off with a concerned tone to his voice. you didn't need to say anything. just walk up to him and slowly peel layer by layer of his suit off, dragging your finger tips across each muscle, bruise, fresh cut, or healed scar as you exposed his skin.

‘you could have waited in bed if you wanted me,’ reaching for you, wanting to see more of your skin than what you were offering. you’d stop his hands before they could touch you, using them as anchorage as you floated to the floor on your knees. never breaking eye contact.

he’d already be hard, even innocent touches from you were enough to spark that reaction. but there was something about seeing how well you were swallowing him down, drooling and gagging around him with no care in the world...

there was no denying that bruce craved control. that’s part of the reason he goes out, he wants to control the crime of Gotham.

but this was different. you were strong, independent, you didn’t need bruce, you had all the control in your own life. but here you were, on your knees for him. His. His beautiful and perfect equal.

you saw the shift in his eyes when he accepted how much he loved this. his fingers tangling in your hair as a low groan rumbled from his chest. ‘good fucking girl,’ his eye bored into yours, drinking up the sight of you degrading yourself for him as tears formed in the corner of your eyes. ‘you’re prettiest when you’re messy like this for me.' he's never respect you more - you had so much power but you set it aside for him. this was his bliss.

and that’s when you both found the perfect blend of kinks. he felt the whimper he fucked into your throat and saw the familiar glint in your eye as you desperately rolled your hips forward. ‘you like this, don’t you? love being my secret little cocksucker, fully knowing you’ll turn around tomorrow and command respect.’ you’d nod your head, still working your mouth feverishly around his cock.

‘i love it too, baby,’ a moan would escape him that belonged in a porno as he twitched in your throat, fucking his hips into your face. his head would fall backwards at the disgustingly lewd sounds coming from your perfect lips only making his grip on your head tighten and his pace rougher. ‘take my cock like a good slut. y’ve such a good throat for me.’

after you swallowed his sticky load, he’d all but fall to his knees in front of you and hug you close, whispering little thank yous as he kissed your hair. ‘you were right,’ he’d finally say before kissing you hungrily and starting his favorite task of forcing you to cum until you’re overstimulated.

#battinson #robert pattinson #bruce wayne #robert pattinson x reader #battinson fanfiction #battinson x reader #bruce wayne x reader #robert pattinson au #bruce wayne x y/n #robert pattinson x yn #bruce wayne smut #battinson smut #the batman #batman x reader #the batman 2022 #the batman fanfic

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senpiecakes · 1 year

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Pussy Pleasers ____________________________________________________ Notes: I found this in my drafts and I was so surprised I had to finish it. Warnings and Themes: Smut. Pure Smut. NSFW. Fem!Reader. Some very tasteful words. Eating out. Mentions of semi-public intercourse (Albedo). Mentions of drugs (Kazuha). Body worship and praising. Featured: Thoma, Kazuha, Diluc, Itto, Albedo Next: Pussy Slayers Minors, Please Leave ____________________________________________________

Thoma

Always looking forward to servicing his beloved.

Whether to take the edge off or just to end the night good, Thoma’s always excited about going down on you. Sometimes you wonder if he likes it more than you do. He’s always eager to please just to see you fall asleep with a peace of mind and a happy smile.

Thoma loves everything about you; the way you taste, the way you sound, the way your hands hold his face when you finish and tell him how much you love him. His eyes are clouded with nothing but love when he sees you smile above him and tell him he did good.

He’d want you to ride his face, go on for hours till your legs go limp, and anything he’ll do, he’ll do for you. Just ask.

“Oh, my love. Did that feel good? You’re so beautiful.”

You insist on sucking Thoma off sometimes, but he’d rather prefer making you cum. He's more turned on with the fact that you’d feel great because of him. He lives for the way your back arches as he sucks your clit, your whines when he kisses your inner thigh.

Thoma’s a tease sometimes- slowing as he kisses down your abdomen, giving you a handful of praises before eating you out.

Thoma’s aftercare is also legendary. He’s a pleaser, we all know that, and to make you feel good and comfortable is the most rewarding thing he can ask for.

Kazuha

Kazuha’s a languid lover; love poems, slow nights, slow sex. He wants to take his time and make sure he treats you nice and well.

You love when he does it high. He’s sloppy, messy, not caring where anything goes as long as you’re on his mouth. Even when he’s a giggly mess, cheeks red and hair unkempt, his grace in his movements never cease to amaze you.

He looks at you, eyes red and glazed over, but watching you barely contain yourself with the way he does it so slowly? The way he catches your grip on his bedsheets? When your thighs sandwich his face into your pussy? God, Kazuha can live in this moment forever.

His hold on your thighs is light; occasionally running his hands up and down your sides. He praises you for being patient, asking if you could moan his name like that again if you have enough energy for a nice, slow fuck later.

‘My pretty girl, you’re so good to me.’

The last parts are his favorite. When he’s finally done with you, seeing you lazily smile to yourself, your legs on his shoulders still shaking after making you cum on his pretty lips- it was like heaven on earth.

Kazuha would trail lazy kisses from your inner thigh to your abdomen, the middle of your chest and finally your lips. You didn’t even care where his mouth had been- the messiness of his kiss, the daze and high melting into one, Kazuha’s tongue still going at it in your mouth- you both could never get tired of this.

Of course, the nap after that is always the best too if you’re cuddled up in Kazuha’s arms.

Diluc

He’s completely lost in the moment, brows furrowed and grip on your shaking thighs getting tighter. He wants to get carried away, pin you down until you cream all over his face, but he wants to do this for you. He’ll do that later on.

Diluc listens to every command you make even though he knows best how to make you feel good in ways you never even thought of. He takes pride in knowing what things make you squirm.

You’re bucking your hips upwards because he’s just that good, moaning his name loud enough to be heard in Mondstadt. Diluc doesn’t mind; he needs to let the world know you’re his.

He won’t stop until he appreciates the mess he turned you into. Where had the teasing from earlier gone? Where were your brave words from earlier, saying how you’ll make him into a shaking, begging mess.

Wherever that may be, Diluc would never tease you for it- instead smiling to himself and steadying his pace to give you the most mind-blowing orgasm you could ever experience.

“Cum for me, love. Let me take care of you.”

Diluc’s a gentleman. He’ll make sure you’re nice and ready before taking his cock and maybe let you rest a few minutes before continuing (that is if he won’t get pussydrunk). He'd massage your thighs and tell you that you did so well, placing loving kisses on your body.

After the greatest aftercare with his deep voice, a nice warm bath and a new change of sheets, Diluc would make sure you’ll have the best sleep of your life, so you’ll have energy for it again the next day.

Itto

Itto is messy. Too excited and sometimes even too immature but God, is he good at making sure you finish.

He wants to make it known that you’re his. His hold on your hips and thighs would be tight enough to leave a mark, bites on your inner thighs are misplaced and random, all for him to admire and replace the next time he sees them fading.

Itto’s more vocal than you sometimes. Praising you like you’re a blessing carved by the gods themselves. It’s usually a mix of praises and low grunts but you love it anyways. You love the way his voice rumbles in your core.

He lives for the moment when you’d tug at his hair (and horns)- relishing each time you’d find your voice and tell him ‘good boy’. It gets him good when you praise him as much as he praises you.

He can barely focus with his hard-on- seeing you throw your head back in pleasure and moan his name like it’s the last time you’ll ever say it. That keeps him going. He needs to pleasure his pretty girl, right?

“Just like that, baby, tell me how you want it.”

Despite wanting to spoil you, Itto almost always wants to jerk himself off but hearing you moan and beg and praise him will always be enough to make him cum. Before you know it, he’s whimpering out your name, begging for you to make him cum.

He won’t, however. He’ll save his load for when he’s inside you later on.

Albedo

In his lab in Dragonspine. Albedo likes privacy and likes to encourage you to moan as loud as you want. Nobody’s coming anyways (except you.)

Albedo loves taking you to his lab for two reasons: to show you his experiments and studies, to have a little ‘fun’. Sometimes just to de-stress after a failed study or to make you feel nice to make up for nights he’s deep in his research.

He loves watching you squirm above him while you’re pinned up against a wall. He kneels down, never breaking eye contact while he does it.

Albedo makes sure to go excruciatingly slow while licking your clit just to see that specific expression on your face. Try as you might to have him move more, Albedo would hold you still and tell you to settle down.

“Stop squirming Y/N and let me see that pretty face.”

You can barely feel the blistering cold with how hot these moments make you feel. Albedo’s warm tongue gliding up and down your folds, your skin burning and heart pumping with excitement.

Sometimes, Albedo hopes that someone would walk into you both, only for the fact that he can show them how much he can make you feel good.

He loves studying your features when he does this. Your body’s reactions to him, the expressions, the sounds you make- it was all so fascinating and so rewarding. Albedo makes sure to have you finish with the most mind-blowing sensation time and time again. It’s the least he could do for toying with you for that long.

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 8 months

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daddy az?? daddy cass?? what about daddy eris 🥺🥺

Oh, I've been waiting to write for our fire boy more.

Future daddy

Let's all be honest with ourselves here. Eris is not someone who would go bouncing off the rooftops when you tell him that you're carrying his baby. That is not to say that he isn't happy. He is. But he's so unbelievably scared that it overpowers everything else. Especially if Beron is still alive and in charge of Autumn.

Hence why, I think, he's getting you out of the main quarters. Somewhere deep into the woods. In some cabin that only he knows of. Somewhere close to winter's borders so that in case you could cross it and Kallias would take care of you for the time being. Because Eris is paranoid. He only trusts himself and his childhood healer who has been in his life ever since he was born. And so I think the beauty of the first months of your pregnancy is kind of washed away by all of this. The worrying. The panic. Eris constantly being on the edge.

But then it all slowly starts to change. One morning he noticed, while you're slowly getting dressed, the tiny bumps forming there and he's never the same afterwards. Eris rolls out of bed, sinking to his knees right in front of you, warm palm carefully caressing the little growing baby there. His eyes fill up with tears as he rests his head on your chest, "I've been such bad mate, such a bad father", he crocks out. "What are you on about, Eris?", you ask him feeling concerned. "You deserve so much more. I haven't even told you how happy I am... How much... How much I love you both", he breathes out. "We both know, darling. Believe me. We love you endlessly", you mutter while brushing his tears away.

And it all just changes. From then moving forward. The only way he can sleep at night is if his hands are resting on your tummy, so big spoon Eris is in full force. He never leaves without giving you and your bump a kiss. The same goes for saying hello. He too enjoys talking to the belly. But I would say that he reads to it more than tells stories of the day. Eris's days are too full of his father's brutality and he wants to keep away from the baby. So he reads the books that he had read to Lucien himself, or found in a little market. He's so good at making different voices for the characters and you can't help but look at him with so much love, already picturing him reading the same story to your baby when they are older and can understand or at least react to their father's voice.

Call me out on it but I think Eris is exceptional at making food and he also loves doing it. So on his free days, he is more than happy to cook for you or make sweet apple tarts. He's also working on a crib himself. Carving all the little woodland trees and creatures, squirrels and deer, berries and leaves. It's something that he's extremely passionate about and let's face it you would be sobbing once he shows it to you. Something so special. Made with so much love by their father. And I think he would like to leave space around the borders so he could carve out your baby's name and keep adding names with each new family member.

Takes you on walks through the forest because moving around is important. Hand around your waist to pull you closer to him, the other on your bump. Stopping to pick flowers for you and thread them through your hair. Plus imagine how nice his fire hands would feel again all the pains and aches. And he does it without even being asked. If you two are sat down on the sofa or even in bed, he always massages your feet. Stopping to rub your shoulders and back. Loving to just sway with you while he's holding up your bump once it gets heavier.

Not to mention a pack of wolf-breed dogs that are your army. Like, forget doing anything on your own. You're peeing with at least twelve eyes looking at you. Receiving bumps to your leg or side if you haven't eaten anything in a while and they start to feel your blood sugar dropping. Heck, trust them to bring you snacks from the kitchen. And the best naps in between all the fluff furs. Eris is more than happy that his doggos are so in love and protective of you two. It's that extra comfort for him. He knows they would fight till death to protect you two.

#Sunday blurb party 🎊#eris vanserra x you #eris vanserra imagine #eris vanserra x reader #eris vanserra #acotar imagine #acotar x reader #acotar x you

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letsgetrowdy43 · 11 months

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quinnfluffquinnfluffquinfluff

maybe

fluffy quinn blurb where he goes all overprotective mode when the reader is pregnant?

Stop Worrying ☆—

This doesn't fit into the timeline… ignore that, I made it before I planned out the Au!!

Au Masterlist!!

"Honey? You're sure you're feeling up to it?" Quinn had been wracked with nerves ever since you'd gotten pregnant for the second time. He had always been a tad bit worrisome for your safety pre-kids, but you being the mother of his kids now added a whole layer to his anxiety that something could happen to you.

You were only around seven months pregnant, and the Devils were entering the Playoffs for the first time in Jack's career, meaning that you had to be in attendance.

"I promise you I'm okay, if I feel like I'm not safe, at any point, I will let you know" you whispered as you placed a sloppy kiss on his jaw, "besides, Taylor is on her way to watch Warren so we need to finish getting ready," you whispered as you pressed your necklace into the palm of his hand, pleading for him to help you put it on.

He let out a nervous huff as his fingers moved the hair from the back of your neck, "I just know how rowdy the Rangers fans can be, and especially with the rivalry, I'm sensing no good can come from this" he clipped the necklace together before placing a chaste kiss to your neck.

A smile worked its way onto your face as you watched his worried gaze, "I like your worrisome side," you joked as you turned around to face him. "You like when my anxiety is through the roof?" he asked with raised brows, looking down at your stomach as his hands rested on the growing bump. "I never said that, I just think your worrying face is cute" You leaned forward to place a sweet and short kiss on his lips before pulling away to fix his hair.

You'd noticed that he was letting it grow out after a comment you had made on liking the length, your fingers pulling at the strands as you played with his curls.

A knock at the door pulled the both of you away from the moment as you made your way from the hotel bathroom to the door to let in the babysitter. "He went down about an hour ago, so he should be easy" You smiled as Quinn grabbed both yours and his coats. "If anything is wrong, please call, we will have our phones on at all times" he smiled as your university best friend led the two of you out of the door and into the hall.

"We are gonna be just fine," you stated as you made it infant of the elevator, a smile on your face as you extended your hand out to him.

And you were fine, throughout the entirety of the game, up until it was time to leave.

Morale had been low for Devil's fans following the loss, and most of them were extremely drunk as an outcome of the night. So fights were bound to happen, just as they did at most playoff games. What you and your husband hadn't expected was for one very drunk man to throw another man in your direction while in a verbal fight.

You had been walking hand in hand with Quinn, conversing with Luke and Jim about your pregnancy and how excited Warren had grown about being a big brother. Then all of a sudden a grown man was hurdled into the side of you, nearly knocking you off of your feet before Luke grabbed onto you to steady your balance.

A groan left your lips as you found your footing once again, your eyesight moved over to the guy at your feet who was being pulled back upright by Quinn, annoyed mumbles leaving his mouth as he pushed the random back into the direction he originally came from.

Quinn examined you with worried eyes, examining your every minuscule move for sign of hurt before he quickly bid his family goodbye and made a bee-line to the car.

"Quinn I'm okay," you said trying to keep up with him as he basically sprinted to the priority parking lot. "I knew it was a bad idea to come here, it's too unsafe, way too many people," he huffed out as they made it to the car.

Your hands found the side of his face to make him look you in the eyes, "hey, I'm fine, no one is hurt" you whispered trying to bring him back to reality with you, you took one of your hands and grabbed one of his to put it on your stomach.

The baby gently kicked him in the hand, "see, baby girl is just fine, I'm just fine, you need to calm down" you said with a smile as he swallowed thickly, nodding his head as he looked down at your stomach.

"She's fine?" you nodded, "you're fine?" he asked looking up at you again, you gently nodded as you stood on your tip-toes to place a soft kiss on the high point of his cheek.

"We are both fine, and you are also fine," you smiled as you watched him nod and accept the comfort, "now let's get back to the hotel"

#thelittlesthughesau!!#quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes blurb #quinn hughes fanfiction #dad!quinn hughes #luke hughes #jack hughes

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ssentimentals · 1 year

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dino + drunk confession

tw: chan is drunk here, so alcohol is mentioned!

'i need to find her! get me to her right now!' dino is not aware of this, but he is yelling on top of his lungs. 'where is she?'

image of you is the only thing on his mind and the need to find you and tell you all about those feelings, that were torturing him for the past months, overpowered everything else. shit, where are you?

'chan, stop!' jeonghan tries to pull him to the side but it's too late - dino already found you. jeonghan tries to reason him: 'you are so drunk right now, she won't like it, trust me.'

dino's eyes swell up and his bottom lip protrudes in the most childlike manner. he asks in a heartbreaking tone: 'she won't like me?'

jeonghan curses, shaking his head. how did he even end up with drunk dino by himself? where the hell is cheol? 'chani, of course she'll like you just not when you're drunk, okay? you can confess later, yeah?'

chan doesn't hear anything after the 'of course she'll like you' part. his hands are clammy with sweat and his heart beats a bit too fast for it to be normal, but he never felt more ready to confess to you. dino nods to his own thoughts, determined and goes straight to you, ignoring jeonghan's attempts to stop him. now or never, he thinks as he gets closer and closer. his vision is blurry but your figure is crystal clear and even when now, when his thoughts are in disarray and he hears nothing but the drum of his heartbeat in his ears, your smile still manages to stop the world around him. you laugh at something your friend said, your head falls back and his fingers itch from the need to hold you. to stand by your side and have your head lean on his shoulder. have his arm around you to keep you steady and you always fall a little, laughing too hard. dino is not sure about many things but the only certain fact is that he likes you, he wants you and he can't keep it inside him anymore. alcohol is a friend of brave ones and he strides purposefully, smiling when you notice him first. understanding that he's coming to you, you excuse yourself form a friend and meet him halfway, smiling. 'how are you?'

dino wets his lips. 'i'm good. yes, i'm quite- quite good. yes, good.'

you arch one eyebrow and laugh a little. 'i can tell that you're good. you look very drunk, my friend.'

my friend. dino frowns at this. 'we need to talk.'

noticing the change in his tone, your smile fades. 'okay? like right now? maybe we can talk when you'll sober up-'

'please!' dino interrupts, startling you. he curses, stepping forward and taking your hand in his. 'please, i- i need to say it now or i might never say it.'

he can tell that you're spooked but you nod, letting him guide you to a less packed place. there's a pleasant hum in his body from the way your hand fits in his and it only strengthens his resolve to confess. it's hot, almost unbearably so and dino leads you both outside. he is sweating but he immediately notices how you shiver and quickly gives you his bomber, ignoring your protests. 'but you will get-'

'i like you,' he blurts out, gripping your shoulders to stop you from taking his bomber off. 'please keep it, you're cold.'

you blink at him, freezing. 'um. you like me as in...?'

chan chuckles softly. 'i like you as in i desperately want to take you out for a dinner and slow dance with you until the sun comes up kind of way but i also like you as in i want to grip your hair while i watch you writhing underneath me kind of way.'

'oh.'

chan almost laughs out loud at this. 'yeah, oh.' he lets go of your shoulders and takes a deep breath. cold wind sobers him a little and he starts shivering but nothing can calm his racing heartbeat. he feels so light and - 'that felt so good to say, damn.'

he watches millions of emotions play on your face and in the only one stays - the one that colors your cheeks in a pretty rose color, the one that makes you bite your lower lip shyly. his head is spinning by the time you look up at him with those beautiful eyes - he's a goner for the stars in them.

'did you drink to confess?' you ask and he nods immediately. 'you're honest right now, right?' another nod. this time you squint at him suspiciously. 'are you going to remember this tomorrow?'

'i think i might remember this for the rest of my life,' chan lets out, making both of you smile. the more he stands out in the cold, the more his vision sharpens and he gets more attuned to his surroundings. 'i actually think i'm sobering up.'

you laugh at this, shaking your head. he loves your laugh so much. without wasting a beat, chan tells you this out loud. your eyes widen and you smile softly at him. 'thanks, chan.' you reach out and squeeze his hand, which gives him hope for a good ending. 'you are coming tomorrow to the lectures, right?' chan blinks at the sudden change. he nods, frowning. 'you think you can repeat all what you said tomorrow?' she asks and smiles at the eager nod. 'then i'll see you tomorrow, chan. let's get inside?'

chan shakes his head. 'i'll stay here for a bit.'

you nod, taking off his bomber and giving it back to him. your hands brush and chan's heart stops when you look at him with intent. 'i'll be waiting for you tomorrow,' you say and it feels very much like 'i like you too.' chan nods, not looking away from you. 'bye, chan.'

'till tomorrow,' he whispers, watching you go.

he pulls on his bomber and smiles at the way your scent lingered on it even for a short time. and something tells him that very soon your scent will be left on all of his clothes.

a/n: bursting in your feed with a cuuuutie chan! check out my other works here - nini

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blueicequeen19 · 1 year

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Payback

Warning: NON-CON? - JJ thinks she’s his gf & she lets him. Cheating. Angst. Toxic af

I heard him come in. I listened as he stripped out of his clothes then crawled into my bed. My bed. Not my sisters. When his warm body met mine under the covers, I shuddered down to my bones.

“I’m sorry, babe. I don’t want to fight.”

I kept my eyes closed as his hands caressed every inch of my curves, gently rubbing and squeezing. His hands found their way under my sleep shirt and rolled my nipples between his fingers until they ached. They weren’t the only thing aching. My panties were soaked.

“I need you so bad. Don’t be mad at me. I’m sorry I left, I just needed a minute to cool down and John B got me drinking.”

I could smell the alcohol on him. I knew they’d had another bad fight. They were toxic. My sister sucked the life and happiness out of everything whereas JJ was warmth and sunshine. I honestly felt bad for the both of them. They’d be so much happier with other people. This is what needed to happen. My sister was always cheating on him. It’s only fair she got a taste of her own medicine.

I remain “asleep” when he tugs my panties down and positions himself between my thighs, flicking his tongue along my clit without hesitation. It takes everything in me to fight the urge to buck and moan. But I maintain the ruse.

“God, you taste so good. My favorite fucking meal.” His fingers pinch my nipples as he licks my pussy, circling my clit with his tongue then sucking it into his mouth.

“I know you’re ignoring me but your body’s not.” His tongue flicks rapidly against my clit and my body tightens. I refuse to make a sound yet.

“Fine. Ignore me while my cocks in you.” I don’t get warning before he’s pushing inside me, the room filling with the sound of his groans as he fills me. I push past the pain, only a small whimper leaving my lips before his face is buried in my hair as he fucks me.

“Goddamn, this pussy is so good I can barely move.” I dig my nails into his shoulders as I turn my face away from his, biting back my cries as he stretches me beyond belief.

“You’re so wet for me, baby. My cock feel good? Why you holding back them pretty sounds? Afraid to admit defeat?” His lips find my neck and I gasp. Then he bites me. Hard.

I cry out, dragging my nails down his back until he growls, rutting his hips into me harder.

“Mark me, I don’t care. I already said I was sorry. What more do you want?” I turn my head quickly and kiss him hard. His caught off guard but I feel his anger start to dissolve. I moan when his tongue thrusts into my mouth and I taste the whiskey. We kiss and fuck until we’re breathless, the ache between my thighs had finally subsided.

“Cum with me.” JJ mumbles against my lips, hiking one of my legs over his shoulder and holding himself up as his pelvis slaps against mine. I throw my head back into the pillow, my body tightening as my climax raced forward.

I didn’t care that I wasn’t on birth control or that he didn’t have a condom on. I didn’t care about anything except this moment that would never happen again.

“JJ.” I moan his name without thinking.

“I know, baby. Play with your pussy. You’re close.” He cups my jaw, slipping his thumb between my lips just as my fingers find my clit. A zap of pleasure shoots through my body and the I loose the ability to breathe as I climax. I bite down on his thumb but he doesn’t pull away, only fucks me harder until he’s a moaning mess in my ear and I feel a gush of warmth between my legs.

He came inside me.

Because my sister is on the shot.

And he thinks I’m her.

It’s over. The moments over.

“Fuck, you almost ripped my dick off, babe.” JJ goes to kiss me again but I turn my head.

He withdraws him me with a sigh and I quickly clamp my legs closed and turn on my side, covering myself back up as my body shakes with after shocks.

“Please don’t be mad, babe. I love you. I just get so jealous. I hate seeing guys looking at you and talking to you.” JJ groans, rolling onto his stomach and burying his face in my other pillow while still naked. A moment passes and he’s snoring.

I don’t say anything as sleep rapidly approaches despite the mess to come in the morning.

When I wake up, he’s gone. My heart races as I wait for my sister to come in my room and scream at me but she never does. Not even after I take a shower and change out my bloody sheets. I thought I would look or feel different after I lost my virginity but I feel utterly the same. Minus the huge hickey on my neck that takes almost all my concealer to cover.

My anxiety was through the roof. I needed to get this over with. Time to face the consequences. I was ready to get dirty to get even.

I go downstairs for breakfast and am thankful when I find out she never came home last night. I literally sigh in relief when I find her car missing from the driveway. But my peace doesn’t last long because she shows up about an hour later, in last nights outfit. She looks like hell.

We don’t say anything as she ignores me to make a cup of coffee, not bothering to put anything away or clean up her mess. I can smell last nights party and someone’s cologne on her from across the counter.

“Fun night?” I ask, grinding my teeth as I think about her cheating on him again.

“What do you care?” She snaps, not even looking at me as she takes her coffee and goes upstairs. I clean up her mess and just when I hear her shower turn on, the front door opens and JJ walks in.

My heart nearly bursts inside my chest. Oh fuck.

His eyes lock on mine and although his expression is neutral, I know he knows. We remain silent as he walks into the kitchen, pours himself a cup of black coffee and watches me as he drinks it. I couldn’t deal with this.

“Get on with it.” I snap, tying my hair up into a messy bun to stop my hands from shaking. He sits his mug down with a smug smile. My eyes lock on his thumb. Oh god. He has a perfect bite mark all the way around it. From me.

Our eyes lock again and he cocks his head, holding up his thumb.

“You think this is bad? You should see my back.” I can’t say anything as he tugs his shirt over his head and turns, showing me bloody claw marks along his shoulder blades.

JJ turns to face me again, looking satisfied with himself.

“How’s your neck?” He asks, coming closer until he’s directly in front of me. I gasp when he wipes his hand across my neck, smearing the make up.

“Stop it.” I hiss, pushing at his chest.

“Better yet, how’s your pussy?” My cheeks and ears burn as last night flashes in my mind. I can still feel him inside me.

JJ cages me in against the counter, leaning in until we’re almost nose to nose. “You’re probably sore.”

“JJ.” My voice comes off as a whisper, my hand comes up to push at his chest.

“Because I wasn’t gentle.” He growls and my entire body shudders.

“I don’t have to ask if you liked it because I know you did. You let me tear through your virgin cunt and barely made a peep but you sure kept your legs spread and pussy wet.” He leans in until his mouth is next to my ear.

“I bet you even liked tricking me.” JJ whispers, his hand suddenly cupping me over my shorts. I gasp and jerk in his hold but he doesn’t move away.

“You got me good, Y/N. All those times that your sister fucks you over so you get her back by fucking her boyfriend. Kudos to you. That takes balls.” I suddenly hear the upstairs shower turn off and I look to the ceiling before meeting his firey gaze again.

“So here’s the deal. I won’t tell your sister what you did, but you have to keep spreading your legs for me.” I lean away from him, my body shaking uncontrollably as the countertop digs into my back. I can’t even swallow my own spit.

“And I know she cheats on me. The whole island knows. So consider this MY payback.”

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A continuation, aka part 2 to “When you meet for the first time” with Kuroo, Iwaizumi, Daichi and Akaashi (as requested by @rukia-uchiha-98)

Your first date with Kuroo, Iwaizumi, Daichi and Akaashi <3

With both of your grades going up, Kuroo was now able to rejoin his team at practice and you aren't going to fail your Science class anymore.

The ravenette was just minding his own business by walking down the hall with Kenma and Yaku by his side, when they heard your excited yelling.

Once you got your last test back with a 95, you looked for the Middle Blocker and when you found him, you literally jumped into Kuroo's arms out of pure joy and almost knocked him over.

Kenma and Yaku both left you be, the latter with a big smirk on his face. The ravenette returned your hug with big enthusiasm and when you told him about your grade, he was extremely happy.

"How can I ever repay you for helping me?" You smile at him, expecting maybe a 'Don't worry about it' or a 'You can buy me lunch one time' but not this.

"Go on a date with me. There's a new cat café that just opened up down the street and I am hereby asking you out." Kuroo grins with confidence.

"Uhm, I-" You start but get interrupted by the Captain.

"Great, I will pick you up at 2 this Saturday."

It seemed like Saturday couldn’t come fast enough but when the school week was over, you were so nervous to spend time with Kuroo outside of school.

You put on your best outfit and when you checked your phone, you saw that it was almost time.

Leaving your house, you saw Kuroo approaching and when he saw you, a nervous grin started to spread on his face. Running his hand through his usual messy hair, you can’t help but think that his casual clothes look even better than his school and his volleyball uniform.

His black hoodie with red strings and his black jeans complement each other well with his raven-colored hair, a pair of dark red sneakers complete his outfit.

Once he stands in front of you with his towering height, you can’t help but blush as well at his striking appearance.

Clearing his throat, Kuroo finally finds his words.

"Y-You look breathtaking. N-Not that you usually don’t! You just look so much different than in your school uniform. It’s a good different though!-" He starts to stammer and you think it’s the cutest thing, since he always looks so confident on the court and in class.

"I know I look good Tetsu. We can either stand here and I listen to your compliments or we can make our way to where you wanted to take me." You grin with mischief.

Snapping out of his rambling down, he chuckles nervously and agrees to the plan of taking you where he originally intended to take you.

Arriving in front of a cat café, you already see all kinds of sizes, colors and shapes of different cats roaming around the café.

Widening your eyes in amazement, Kuroo sees your excitement and holds the door open for you like a gentleman.

"Thank you." You smile brightly at him, which he returns with a blush.

The two of you ordered a hazelnut-flavored 'Catpuccino' and a dark chocolate-flavored 'Meowcchiato'.

As the date goes along, you can see Kuroo getting more and more comfortable, the longer he talks to you.

His shoulders loosen up, he leans forward on the table, never interrupts you and listens with great interest to every word you say.

Along with your conversations, cats jump up and down on your laps, on the table or they rub against your legs.

By the time the two of you are done with your drinks and petting all the cats, it was getting dark outside.

The Nekoma Captain stays close to your side, making sure you're out of the way of traffic and danger.

Wanting to test the waters a little bit, Kuroo brushes his fingers slightly against yours while he is walking you home.

When you felt his rough fingers against your own, you can't help but smile at his actions.

Assuring him you're fine with his attempt at physical touch, you intertwine your fingers with his, feeling like two puzzle pieces belong together.

As you reach your house, you both agree in going out together again and when you part ways, each one of you has a lovesick smile on their face.

Iwaizumi finally had the courage to ask you out with the help of his son after months of trying to ask you out himself in person, but always chickening out at the last minute.

It's been a while since Iwaizumi had to ask anyone out, ever since his ex-wife left him, Iwaizumi didn't feel the need to have a partner again.

But seeing his son look at other children with both parents with a longing look made him realise that Isamu needs a second parent.

Someone he can talk to, someone kind and nice, someone... like you.

The Athletic Trainer asked Isamu to give you some flowers that Iwaizumi got, with a hidden note attached to it.

When you opened the card in recess, it made you smile and blush so much, that Isamu had to ask if you were okay after you read the card and received the flowers that Isamu's father gave to him.

'I feel like a coward for doing it this way but I was hoping these flowers that I got for you make up for the shitty way I am asking you out. So... Will you go out with me?'- Hajime Iwaizumi

Isamu snaps you out of your blushing mess, demanding to know what the paper says.

"Uhm. Just tell your father 'yes' when you see him later on at home, Isamu." You manage to stutter out.

"My dad will pick me up later on, you can tell him in person (Y/L/N) Sensei."

Oh. Even better.

"Why did my dad send you flowers? Is it your birthday Sensei?" Isamu tilts his head to the side, looking at you like a confused puppy, yet a small frown remains on his little face, looking exactly like his father.

"Uhh no Isamu, your father send me flowers as in... uhhh..an apology again for you hitting Daisuke the other day!" You chuckle nervously at the youngster.

Isamu looks at you still, before bowing again to apologise for his behaviour the other day that got him into trouble.

Assuring him it's okay, Isamu walks back over to his friends and you feel yourself breathe out.

'Get it together!'

As you look at the time, you will see Iwaizumi in just three hours, hopefully by the time he arrives, you have gained proper control of the blood flow in your cheeks.

When the time comes, you see Isamu waiting for his father outside of the school gates.

You approach Isamu, the young Iwaizumi looking at you with a small smile which you return.

As Iwaizumi arrives and walks out of his car towards you and his son, his face begins to grow a reddish colour and he looks to the floor when he approaches you and his son.

"Hey Pa! Sensei (Y/L/N) got the flowers you gave her!" Isamu runs to hug his father’s leg.

When Iwaizumi looks up at you, he is anticipating your answer to his question from his card.

Feeling the heat rise again in your cheeks, you fumble with your fingers a bit before raising your gaze to meet his green eyes.

"My answer is yes, Iwaizumi."

It looks like the brunette was holding his breath while waiting for you answer, because as soon as he hears your agreement, he breathes out a big sigh of relief.

Isamu looks between you and his father, not understanding quite what’s going on but he makes sure to ask one of his father’s friends about it.

The young Iwaizumi hasn’t seen his father’s face that red in a long time.

The last time Iwaizumi’s face was red, it was out of anger, back then with his mother, fighting with her at night while they thought Isamu was sleeping.

But instead of anger, it’s happiness that Isamu sees on his father’s face and it makes the young Iwaizumi happy.

Agreeing that Iwaizumi will pick you up on Friday at 18:00, you part ways, both of you excited to see each other.

Now all Iwaizumi needs to do, is find someone who can watch his son while he is out with you.

Thankfully, Hinata from the Volleyball Team agreed to watch him with much enthusiasm, since he used to watch his little sister from back when he was younger.

While Hinata was watching Isamu, Iwaizumi takes you to the best steakhouse in town, that serves the best wagyu steak in the prefecture.

The two of you talk in a very comfortable atmosphere, sharing glasses of the best wine, you haven't felt this good in quite a while.

In the beginning, Iwaizumi felt very awkward, it's been quite the while since he went out on a date, the wounds from the divorce still pretty deep but he wanted to give it a chance, a chance to fall in love again.

Dinner went by perfectly, the steak was so tender, it melted on your tongue like butter. The red wine was just as exquisite, greatly complimenting the meat.

After the delightful dinner, Iwaizumi leads you to a spot that him and Isamu sometimes visit, a place where you can overlook the city of Tokyo.

Finally arriving, you feel like almost having an asthma attack, while Iwaizumi is not out of breath at all, neither is he even sweating.

The two of you sit on a wall together, only a few inches separate yours and his thigh.

The view is outstanding, the night being perfect so far.

The Athletic Trainer can feel his hands starting to sweat, glancing at your face, seeing how some of the city lights reflect on your skin.

He can feel his heart pumping faster and he can’t help but admire you more than the view.

To be honest, if Iwaizumi had the option, he would love to look at you for the rest of his life.

Hopefully with you by his side some day, with a ring adorning your finger.

When you saw Daichi’s number on the paper, you honestly didn’t think you would text him that quickly.

But Daichi was just waiting on the side of a road, hidden behind some trees, in hope to catch some people who are exceeding the speed limit.

His phone vibrates with a message from an unknown number but he smirks in confidence as he figured that the message came from you.

'Hey, this is (Y/N), you recently almost gave me a speeding ticket and said if I wanna talk to you, I can. So uh this is me texting you now '

'Hey (Y/N)! Glad you reached out. how’s your day been going so far?'

'Slow, currently at work.'

'What do you do?'

'I work as one of the accountants for the Sony company.'

Daichi raises his eyebrows in amazement, impressed that you managed to work for a big company.

'Wow! That’s pretty cool 👏🏻 now I feel lame for being a cop haha.'

'don't be like that haha. I think being a cop is dope.'

'Glad you think so.'

'Hey I know this seems kind of forward but I think you're a really nice guy. Wanna go out sometime?'

Well, Daichi certainly didn’t see that coming.

He has to admit, your upfront personality is really intrigued and interesting.

You both agree to do a Harry Potter Marathon at his place, with a promise of a home cooked meal.

You have yet to meet Daichi’s injured roommate, a coworker and companion of the young police officer, named Ninja, a black and brown haired German Shepherd K9 Officer.

The brunette has to say he is worried about you meeting the K9, since Ninja is very cautions and uncomfortable around strangers.

When you arrive though, it’s like Ninja has known you for years. As soon as you walk inside Daichi’s home, Ninja comes limping around the corner, intrigued who the house visitor is.

Once Ninja got a sniff of you, his tail wagged with happiness and he began licking your hands.

"Okay, down boy. Sorry about him, usually he doesn’t like strangers the first time he meets them." Daichi pulls Ninja back by his collar, careful due to his injured front leg.

"Don’t worry about it! I love dogs! Especially this little cutie. Look at you, a brave, strong police officer." You caress Ninja’s face and the dog looks in bliss.

Clearing his throat, Daichi tells you that he chose the first Harry Potter for the movie marathon and that he made some pasta with freshly made bread.

After a nice dinner, the brunette and you started watching the first movie, with you inching closer to him, resulting in Daichi wrapping his strong arm around your shoulder, caressing it gently with the tips of his fingers.

Ninja joins you on the couch as well, laying his head on your lap, an occasional deep sigh escaping him.

By the time you’re almost halfway through the second movie, you begin to get very tired, so the two of you called it a night with a promise of date number two.

After all, you need to finish the franchise together. And Ninja already started to miss you after you left, according to Daichi.

You say goodbye to Ninja by scratching his very soft ears, he licks your hands as thanks and it makes you giggle.

Daichi watches that in awe, very happy that you get along with his K9 partner so well.

Perhaps Ninja will have a dog mama in the near future if Daichi plays his cards right.

Akaashi took a little bit longer to ask you out, mainly the reason that he wants to know you a little bit longer before he officially asks you out.

He started to become a regular costumer at 'Night's Watch', ordering something different every time.

The name of the drinks and food sounded funny as well.

Joffrey‘s tears, Sansa Macchiato, Jon Snowccino, White Walker coconut cake, Direwolf cookies, etc.

Each drink and food samples are unique, geeky and savory at the same time.

One late night, after he and Tenma worked together on a new manga with some more people, he knew you were working again tonight.

So Akaashi makes his way towards the coffee shop that you work at, a nervous feeling in his stomach when he gets closer to it, yet he is also excited.

When he walks into the shop, he is immediately greeted by the warmth of the electric fireplace in the right corner and the strong smell of coffee beans and cinnamon buns, or as your shop likes to call them 'Dothraki buns'.

He sees you helping out a costumer and he can already feel a small smile growing on his face, as he watches you engage with the costumer with that breathtaking smile of yours.

Once the costumer in front of Akaashi got his order, he sees you recognise him and it looks like your whole world just brightened up by seeing him.

"Hey! How's the new manga coming along?" You ask with a smile so bright, that it has Akaashi blushing a little bit.

"It's going good so far, we are still working on the way the two lead characters confess their true feelings towards each other." The ravenette explains.

"Aww, that's so cute. I can't wait to buy and read it! Anyway, what can I get for you today?" Ready to take his order, you stand behind the cash register with your Khaleesi costume.

"Uhm... I'll have a Jon Snowcchino with a double espresso please."

"Double espresso? Wow, someone plans to stay up long." You type in his order, writing his name on the cup and pass it to your coworker to make the drink for him and the blue-eyed editor hands you his card to pay.

Akaashi takes a deep breath, trying to gather up enough courage to ask you out.

"C-Can I ask you something (Y/N)?" Akaashi gets nervous and stuffs his hands into his coat, so he doesn't fiddle with his hands like a nervous High School boy.

You finish swiping his card against the card reader machine and you give him a curious look, encouraging him to go on ahead.

"Would you mind if I take you out sometime? Like a date?"

You feel your breath hitch in your throat and your coworker hears the question, having a smirk on her face, since she knows you have been crushing on him for a while now.

There is a tense silence and Akaashi begins to fear a rejection coming in.

"If you don’t want to-" He stammers but you interrupt him frantically, super excited that someone as hot as Keiji Akaashi wants to take you out on a date.

"I didn’t mean to stretch out my answer, I am sorry. I-I just didn’t expect someone as good-looking as you to ask someone out like me… I mean, I am just a mere ordinary literature student who works in a geeky coffee shop." Your panic clearly shows and the former Setter thinks it‘s the cutest thing ever.

"You’re anything but ordinary. I want to get to know you more, without having to visit you at work." Akaashi gives you that dazzling smile of his and it makes your knees weak at the sight of it.

"Sure, I am free this Saturday." You give him a bashful smile.

"Cool, let me give you my number, so we can figure out together what we can do."

You hand him your phone, while he hands you his, and your coworkers Mary and Ro'ya give you knowing smirks and big thumbs up, as if you unlocked a big achievement.

Akaashi hands you your phone back, taking the beverage from your hands and farewells you with another breathtaking smile, leaving the shop to go back to work.

Mary gives you a small squeal, shaking you a bit with her overexcitement.

Akaashi and you agree to go to the local museum, they have a new section that put on the human anatomy on display, along with an newly added art section that has Van Gogh and Claude Monet paintings.

You love art and after the recent Doctor Who episode, you really are looking forward to seeing the finest painter, his command of colour is the most magnificent thing you have ever seen.

As you walk along, stopping in front of 'The Starry Night', you stand in front of it, admiring the colors and you feel Akaashi standing next you.

"What do you think of it?" Akaashi asks you.

"Well, one of the best things about this painting is that it came entirely from Van Gogh’s imagination. None of the scenery matches the area surrounding the Saint-Paul mental hospital or the view from his window there. As a man who religiously paints what he sees, it’s a remarkable break from Van Gogh’s normal work, like the portraits of himself or the people that he did." You ramble on, clearly highly fascinated by the art.

Akaashi can't help but feel starry-eyed as he watches you from the side, your passion and your analytic interpretation of the painting is simply fascinating to him.

He honestly didn't know he could feel this way.

Afterwards, Akaashi invites you to one of the best ramen shops in Tokyo.

The Miso Ramen filled with pak choi, shiitake-mushrooms, tofu and a marinated egg topped with leek and sesame seeds is just what you were craving for.

You both keep the conversation flowing like the calmest river, sharing laughs and stories.

At the end, Akaashi walks you home and departs from you by giving you a soft lingering kiss on your forehead, saying that he is looking forward to seeing you again.

The next morning, when Akaashi walks into his work department, he has a slight skip in his steps.

A soft smile replaces his usual neutral expression and Tenma already had a guess why.

"Had a good time with (Y/N) yesterday I am guessing?" Tenma grins behind his set up drawing tablet.

"Yeah, they really are amazing. We already agreed on a second date."

"Sounds like wedding bells ringing in my ear." Tenma laughs and gets back to drawing, while Akaashi shakes his head in amusement.

That doesn't sound like a bad idea in the future.

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honeysuckleharrington · 1 year

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hi i dont know if requests are open still, but can i request draco x reader where its love at first sight ? and he cant stop thinking about it and finally goes after her, idk i just love draco angsty smut sm smh ily u draco thanks in advance!! love ur work !

— 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 | 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ

❛ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ❜

hi!! so sorry i never specified but i don’t write smut however i still tried to make it a little spicy for you!! tysm for the request!! i hope you like it regardless!!

the yule ball wasn’t something you’d necessarily been looking forward to. you’d picked out the perfect outfit and spent much too long fixing your hair, but knowing that you wouldn’t be there with draco made it all feel less than worth it. for weeks, you’d watched him in class or across the table in the dining hall, hoping he would glance your way and happen to ask you to accompany him to the dance. however, when your potions partner malcom pinescrew asked you, you couldn’t say no, losing all hope that draco was going to. you guys barely talked after all, so why would he?

malcom was sweet— he really was. he was in the year below you and tried his best to make conversation. he even bought you flowers from hogsmede, hoping it would win you over. but all night, your eyes were stuck on draco who was across the room, pansy standing very close and laughing very loudly.

“care for some punch?” malcom asked, following your gaze and frowning at the sight of draco.

“hm?” you pulled your focus back to him, trying to shake the image of pansy playing with the lapels on draco’s dark suit jacket from your mind, “um yeah, sure! thanks mal…”

he left you alone and you leaned back against the wall, the stone cold against your skin. you sighed, deciding it wasn’t worth it to be there anymore and making a beeline for the nearest exit. walking quickly down the corridor, you winced at the pain your feet were in from your shoes.

“damn it,” you muttered, biting your lip to fight back tears that threatened to spill down your cheeks.

“y/n?”

you turned around, afraid for a second that malcom had found you running away from him but were instead met by draco whose eyes were practically burning holes in yours. before you could even say anything, he was walking quickly towards you.

“draco? wh-”

he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you up slightly to meet his lips, the other one finding its way to the back of your head, tangling itself in your hair. his kiss was urgent, tasting of spearmint gum. he backed you up against the wall of the corridor, placing a hand on one side of your head, the smell of his cedarwood cologne consuming you. you felt him bite your lip, suddenly.

“ow! what the hell was that for?” you said, pulling away, his face just inches from yours.

“sorry, you just look so good tonight,” he said, placing kisses along your jaw and and collarbones, “i couldn’t stand for another minute that you were there with him instead of me,”

“it’s not my fault you didn’t grow a pair and ask me yourself,” you replied, kissing him again, breathless.

“it’s not my fault pansy wouldn’t shut up about it for weeks,” he said, “you would’ve asked her too just to get her to be quiet,”

“you know you can be really mean sometimes, draco,”

“if i was mean i wouldn’t be doing this right now,” he snapped back, finding your lips again.

“draco,” you smiled into the kiss, pulling away, “we can’t do this here,”

“merlin, don’t be so boring,” he groaned, throwing his head back. “who cares?”

“ahem,” someone cleared their throat loudly from down the hall. you could tell it was snape right away. draco rolled his eyes and looked at you before turning around.

“sorry, professor,” you said, cheeks turning crimson, “we were just-”

“i didn’t ask what you were up to, miss y/l/n,” he said, giving you both a disapproving and frankly, frightening look, “malfoy, either head back to the ball or escort y/n back to her dorm. i wouldn’t want either of you to end up in detention this weekend,”

“yes, sir,” draco said, turning and grinning mischievously at you. he grabbed your hand and began walking in the direction of the slytherin common room, breaking into a run when you two turned the corner.

you struggled to keep up in your shoes, laughing as he pulled you behind him, “wait!” you said, face flushed, gasping for breath.

he stopped suddenly, causing you to crash into his chest, “sorry, miss y/l/n, i wouldn’t want you to end up in detention this weekend,” he picked you up by the waist, spinning you around before setting you down and kissing you again. you laced your arms around his neck, pulling away, and burying your face into his shoulder.

he moved his hands from your waist, one arm wrapping around your back and the other around your neck, pulling you closer, sighing in content at the feeling of your warm skin against his and the sweet scent of your shampoo floating through the air.

you tried to let go, placing a hand on each of his shoulders but his grip on you didn’t loosen.

“don’t,” he whispered, holding you tighter and combing his fingers gently through your hair.

“okay,” you replied, resting your head against his chest, hearing his heartbeat slow and feeling how his body relaxed under your touch. you brought him peace.

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chuunai · 5 months

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Romantic Killer - Chapter One; Time Flies By (1/2)

Modern Sniper AU! Nakahara chuuya x Sniper Best Friend! gn! reader

Synopsis: You and Chuuya Nakahara are a sniper duo from the Port Mafia, having taken care of each other from as far back as your memory goes. No parents, no family, just each other. Living in an apartment as friends by day, blowing brains out of targets at night. Sure, the money isn’t that good. But it’s not like you can go back, right?

TW: Throughout this fanfic series, there WILL be descriptions of gore/blood, death, brief mention and depiction of starvation (not an ED though), angst, prostitution and stupid people who don’t know romantic love from platonic love. It’s not that bad in the beginning, but I will ramp it up as the series progresses.

A.N: Criticism and feedback is welcome and appreciated because this is my first fanfic series and I’m running on low energy.

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10:30 P.M

It’s dark. Silent, too. Clouds drift over Yokohama, blocking out the moon’s light. The heavy rain poured over all, drenching the ground. It’s all so wet, a heavy humid night. A utility pole happens to be nearby, sticking up in the ground. The wires stick out in all directions, thin and sturdy. Two birds rest on a wire, one a color that resembles blood. The other? Oh, it’s pure white. A stark difference from its companion nearby. Two different creatures, yet in this moment they’re here.

Together.

Together, like Chuuya Nakahara and you. Here he is, laying down on his stomach, sniper rifle perched on the edge of the building, finger on the trigger. The wind occasionally ruffles his hair, the ginger strands resting on his shoulder. A quiet night, that’s what it is. Save for the rain. It soaks him to the bone, clothes clinging to his frame. Every few seconds, he has to wipe his eyes of the water.

Fuck. He should’ve brought an umbrella like you.

You’re behind him, clutching your own gun under the comfort of the umbrella. Waiting for that inevitable shot he would take.

Information from the Port Mafia had detailed an enemy gang who had their own sniper out tonight as well. A good one, allegedly. Too good to be alive. It’s why you two are both out on February 14th. A rainy day where love floods through the city as lovers celebrate each other. No couple here, though. Just a duo. Your duo.

Nothing’s new. Not when it’s been this way for years. Just him and you.

Chuuya’s always had your back, and you’ve always had his. On the streets. On the rooftop. On days where things weren’t so terrible, and on days where it was terrible.

Before as orphans, sleeping in abandoned warehouses where Chuuya would stay up all night, keeping watch. A jacket - his - would cover you for warmth, even if he’d be cold. How when he got food, he gave more to you. You looked so thin, and he was scared shitless you’d die of starvation.

So he went hungry so you could eat more. Hungry until the Mafia found them. Inducted them into their organization and roles.

Now as fucking Mafia members, sharing an apartment even though you two could easily afford your own now. But it’s home. Where memories were made - eating shitty takeout, gossiping about co-workers and having a sleepover party every night.

Blacking out those memories of the past. And looking forward to the future.

And in the future, he’d still be there. As a friend, confident or hell - maybe even more. It didn’t matter. As long as you were happy and safe, Chuuya was okay with his life.

Okay with the work they did now.

His ears catches the sound of your gentle hums, a small smile pricking at the corner of his lips. It’s been a while since Chuuya last heard them. A good contrast to the dead silence you two were stuck in. A bit of chatting never hurt anyone. Shifting a bit, Chuuya’s voice stuck out against the pouring rain, hoping you’d speak back and not be a rule abiding bitch.

“I hate this rain. It’s so fuckin’ wet.”

And he did hate it. Especially without an umbrella and when they were in the middle of an area containing nothing about abandoned house projects and crumbling buildings. A few puddles had formed on the roof, much to his disdain.

“That’s what she said.”

Did you have to? Did you REALLY have to? Chuuya groaned, mentally facepalming himself for walking into that one. You both were the same age - twenty two - and here you were making jokes that a middle schooler would.

“Did you have to?”

“Have to what?”

Fuck you. You totally did know what, but he gives up on it. You’re a cheeky one who never likes to be straightforward with him.

“I- nothing. Hey, do me a favor and get your ass over here, okay? The umbrella too. You can at least cover me too.”

Your footsteps make sounds on the puddles nearby as you stroll over to him, sitting down nearby and begrudgingly covering him with it. A few raindrops roll off the edge of the umbrella, finding their way onto the back of your neck. Chuuya stifles a comment at that, not wanting to lose his umbrella privileges.

“Thanks.”

A small mutter comes from his lips as his shoulder touches yours, not even flinching when your free hand reaches up to play with his hair. He’s too used to it all. The random times where you jump onto his back. Braiding his hair while he naps on the couch at home. Painting his fingernails pink while he’s blackout drunk. This is one of your tamer moments.

“Geez, Chuu. Your hair’s so friggin’ soft. I’m gonna use your hair products when we get home.”

A side-eye from Chuuya.

“I bought them. They’re mine. Not yours, you thief.”

He’d almost always give up his things to you. Clothes, hairties, snacks, etc. You always won, sadly.

“You owe me. Don’tcha remember when you borrowed my rings and lost them?”

He did. Chuuya remembers that very well.

“Fine.”

Another ‘fuck you’ passes through his mind. Minutes go by in relative silence coupled with the occasional bickering. You went back to your corner of the roof, leaving him once again soaked to the bone from the rain. Chuuya regrets not letting you do the assassination for tonight. Now you were dry in your little bubble, being the back-up in case someone tried to rush up the stairs at them.

Boring. This was all so boring. When was the action?

It didn’t take much longer.

The building opposite of them containing the supposed sniper for the night had a shadow suddenly pop up, Chuuya’s body automatically lining up the shot as a gunshot bursts out of his gun. He’s expecting to see blood spurt out of the body, the thud on the concrete.

Nothing.

Instead, as he recovers from the recoil of the shot, your cry of warning rings out too late as another crack shoots out from nowhere.

First, a bloom of hot pain in his collarbone. His ears are ringing a bit, mind dazed and shocked and unable to register how your fingers tug him to safety behind a parapet. Damn it, he thinks. Must’ve been a decoy puppet of sorts. God, how could he have been so stupid as to not think of that?

He’s Chuuya fuckin’ Nakahara. Best sniper in the whole of the Mafia’s men.

Second, the pain intensifies as he slowly comes to his senses, eyes focusing on the sight of your crying self. His heart began to beat faster - not only due to blood loss - but because it hurt so damn much to see you cry.

“Hey- don’t cry. I’m okay.”

Fingers shakily rise to rest on your arm, feeling the warm flesh under the fabric of his gloves. Chuuya’s not dying. Not now, not ever. He’s not done protecting you.

“I’m not dying, you hear me? I’m not fuckin’ dead yet.”

A load of shit, coming from him. The man with blood flowing from his collarbone as he clutches onto you like a child. It’s pathetic looking, and a wave of self-consciousness greets his body. You don’t give a crap though. He’s dying, no time to focus on how child-like and dependent Chuuya is right now.

“I’m not crying, dipshit.”

Your fingers tightened on his shirt as you choke out a reply. That comforts him. He couldn’t be dying if your banter happens even now.

“Sure you’re not. Fuck- this hurts.”

Another quick retort from you, filled with sarcasm and a desperate attempt at normalcy. That it was just another day in your shared apartment rather than him bleeding out in your arms.

Normal normal normal. It’s normal.

“I wonder why. Couldn’t be the fucking gunshot.”

Heh.

It’s true. It hurts so bad. Sharp shudders of pain explode all over his body. His heart, his chest, his head.

Thirdly, Chuuya Nakahara is dying. He’ll confess to that now. The world slowly swirls above him, your voice and sniffles tuning out as you desperately request for medics from the Mafia.

The stars are a mix of bright dots in the night sky.

The rain pours. The umbrella lies forgotten. Water drips down your bodies as he stays in your lap, bleeding out on what others consider a happy day. So much water. Damn, if he was going to go out, it could’ve been in better weather. Not this mess of wind and rain. His shirt is now a color of red, dulled by the water sinking further down on you two.

Chuuya tries to manage a smile. For you. For his best friend.

His everything.

“It’s okay.”

It’s really not. Especially to you.

“The fuck, Chuuya? It’s not okay, okay? Stop talking like you’re dying.”

He is. Chuuya can feel life slowly ebb out of him, his limbs feeling like jelly now. Your arms tighten around him, clutching onto the wet fabric of his shirt. His eyes focus on yours, that smile not leaving his face just yet.

“Chuuya. Chuuya, no. Keep your fucking eyes open.”

Chuuya’s eyelids are woozy. So, so tiring. He needs a nap. Even if it was cold and raining, your arms were cozy and warm.

A short nap.

So he takes a nap, eyes slowly shutting as life flooded his memories. His life, which Chuuya considered having started at twelve years old.

When he met you.

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A.N: Hi! So, if you made it this far (thank you if you did <3), this is just like part one of chapter one. I’m planning for the second half to be really long, so I’m going to take a while on that.

Please leave feedback and criticism so I can improve on my writing! Have a good night/day boys, girls and squirrels!

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oh-surprise-its-me · 8 months

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Roy/Jamie prompt: Just Roy and Jamie running to each other, crashing into each other hard enough their bones almost bend as they kiss each other senseless because both thought the other had been killed in some horrific disaster. Tears are shed and I love yous said over and over again as they desperately cling to each other.

Woo! Ow! Yes!

The car had been slammed into by a truck. It was bad. Everyone was alive as far as people could tell.

Suddenly Roy started yelling for Jamie. The blond went missing. No one could find him.

A paramedic grabbed Roy and forced him to sit back on the edge of the bumper. “Yelling for him won’t make him magically appear, stop, sit. Let me stitch this. You’ll need a cast at the hospital, come on. Hop in.”

Roy can only nod. She’s gentle with it. He sees the flash of a paparazzi camera. He ducks his head, the only thing on his mind right now is Jamie. Or Jamie not breathing or Jamie bleeding out or Jamie being so hurt.

The paramedic taps his arm, “stop that your heart just jumped.”

He nods in apology he sits still until they get to the hospital.

Jamie had seen the girl get tagged by the cars. He took off after her, she was bleeding pretty badly. Couldn’t be more then 15, he’s carrying her back to where he knows the paramedics showed up.

He can’t see Roy.

There’s one less ambulance then there was a few minutes ago. Christ is Roy in that ambulance?

What if Roy is dead.

Jamie shakes that thought from his head, he sets the girl on the ground so she can get help.

They tug him down a moment later when they see his head bleeding. His wrist is fucked but he’s mostly worried about Roy’s arm from where it shot out to stop Jamie from slamming forward.

“Come on Mr Tartt, you’ll need a soft cast for that sprain. To the hospital with you.”

Jamie nods, he figures it will take him closer to Roy one way or the other.

—

Roy is released from the room to sign papers, he’s got a green cast. Jamie would smile at that. He still hasn’t been able to find anything out about Jamie.

He’s starting to really freak out. He goes over and collapses into a chair. He puts his head in his hand. Quietly he thinks to himself what if that was it. Those were the final moments.

Jamie talking about wanting to go to a country side manor in Italy and Roy agreeing. Roy supposes all things considered it was a good conversation. He was just thinking about how it would be the perfect place to propose when the truck slammed into them head on.

Thank god it was a 25mph road.

Roy hears a voice that he swears is Jamie, but that’s impossible, he’s not found Jamie.

“No goddamn it where is he. Roy Kent. What room. Or-” there’s a choked sob that makes Roy look up, “what body bag number.”

It’s Jamie. He’s got blood in his hair and a soft cast on a wrist but looks better and more alive then Roy could ever imagine.

“Jamie.” Roy stands as he says it, Jamie’s head whips around. He gasps and flies over to Roy. They slam into each other.

If neither of them had broken ribs before they might now. Roy can’t stop pressing a kiss to Jamie’s head.

Jamie pulls back and kisses Roy with so much force he thinks he feels his lip bleed.

Roy kisses back just as hard. “Love you, god I love you, thought you were gone baby I love you.”

Jamie squeezed Roy, he kisses across Roy’s face, “love you too, thought you were dead, never allowed to do that again I love you.”

They collapse onto the couch that’s shoved into the corner of the waiting room. Jamie craws as close as he can get into Roy’s lap. Roy wraps his arms as tightly as he can around Jamie’s waist.

They kiss fairly often, a nurse comes by to tell them they’re allowed to leave, they call an Uber.

At their house they strip off the clothing, don’t even bother with the washer, it goes straight into the trash. Too much blood.

They end up in bed, Jamie is laying on top of Roy, his fingers are buried in Roy’s hair. Roy has his hand on Jamie’s back tracing all the patterns he can think of.

They’ve both been crying lightly at points. Said I love you more times then either of them can count.

They drift off asleep like that. They get a week off from playing and coaching to readjust, everyone understands. They all threatened to drive them home if they showed up at all.

The rest of the week is spend in bed and on the couch, it might’ve started out horrible but by the end the time they spent together almost (not really) made up for it. Roy gets pissed he can’t chop things like normal so they eat a bunch of meal plan approved take out.

#ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #jamie x roy #royjamie #jamie tartt x roy kent #thanks for the ask !!

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anxiousgaypanicking · 5 months

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Moceit (Patton x Janus) Kinktober 2023 Day Three: Bootworship Warnings: boot worship, footjobs

"You want to 'hang out?'" Janus asks, bringing his fingers up to make slightly dumbfounded, slightly annoyed air-quotes, directed at Patton who's standing in front of him happily, hands clasped together in front of him.

"Yes!" Patton immediately responds, as he rocks back and forth on his feet. "Since we're officially getting along now, we might as well spend quality time together!"

"I don't do quality time with others," Janus responds, drawing out the "s" in others to punctuate his point. "I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm not much of a people person."

Patton chuckles. "I've noticed. But that doesn't mean we can't spend time together!"

He reaches forward to grab one of Janus's hands, as if trying to pull him off of the couch, but Janus stays planted.

"You wouldn't be found of the way I spend time with people," Janus responds, slowly, as if trying to gauge Patton's interests. "We're very different, you and I."

"That's even more reason to spend time together!" Patton argues. "The more time we spend together, the more we learn about each other! And then we can communicate better, and be more comfortable around each other."

Janus's lips stretch into a wry smile. "I know a surefire way to make us more acquainted." He then quickly looks away and waves his hand dismissively. "I don't know if you'd be willing to try it, though. It'll push you outside of your comfort zone, but it will encourage pure and transparent vulnerability."

Patton flashes a wide and excited grin. "Whatever will bring us closer!"

"Whatever?"

"Whatever!"

Janus sits up, and with a hand outstretched, beckons Patton closer. With Patton's chin settled in his palm, Janus forces eye contact.

"Alright," he begins, cautiously, "but you have to promise that if any point you want to stop, you'll say 'red.' Okay?"

Patton raises an eyebrow, no doubt intrigued, but agrees with an amused "okay."

Janus smiles, wide and pleased, before he leans back and goes "good. Now get on your knees."

Confused, Patton listens, and kneels down to the ground. He digs his knees a little into the ground, wiggling in an attempt to make himself more comfortable, before he folds his hands in his lap and looks up at Janus, awaiting direction.

"Clean my boots."

Patton cocks his head, before laughing slightly. "The cleaning supplies are under the sink," he states, a little confused. "And we don't even own shoe polish."

Janus raises an eyebrow. "You have a tongue, don't you? I'm sure that'll work just as good as any bout of shoe polish could."

Patton flushes suddenly as what Janus is implying dawns on him, and Janus watches his previously outgoing disposition dim into something more timid, as he plays with his fingers.

"Oh," Patton breathes, as he fully understands just what he's meant to be doing. He licks his lips to wet them, though his mouth itself is dry. "Oh."

Janus reaches forward to stroke his fingers through Patton's hair, petting it softly and causing them both to relax momentarily. With firm words, Janus says "you don't have to if you don't want to. At any point you can say no. I never want you to be afraid to say no to me."

Patton flushes, and turns to hide his face in his shoulder, though a cheeky smile slowly spreads across his face.

There's a few moments of silence, before Patton takes in a deep breath.

With newfound confidence, he scoots back to give himself the space to lean forward, and slowly presses a kiss to the top of Janus's black boots. It's shy, which is to be expected from someone who's probably never done this before, but Janus finds himself entranced with just how cute Patton looks.

His stomach is pressed to the ground and his ass is in the air. His curly hair falls around his face as he kisses lightly over Janus's shoe, round glasses sliding down his nose.

He's bent over worshipping, shyly, of course, but growing increasingly confident as his mouth glides over the surface. He's humiliated, but boy is he cute.

A small moan slips past Patton's lips as he sucks over Janus's shoe, before he pulls away, spit sliding past Patton's lips and down his chin as he stares up at Janus. Curiously, Janus peers down, seeing one of his shoes shining with saliva. He smiles.

"Good boy," he praises, softly, "but you still have one more to do. Don't keep me waiting."

"Of course not," Patton breathes, before shuddering as his hips roll against the floor, before he's leaning down again. Holding Janus's foot gingerly, Patton's eyes flutter shut as he kisses and licks once again, giving Janus another show.

He's more noisy now, much to Janus's delight. Cute little moans and whimpers fill the room, using one hand to support Janus's shoe while the other slides between his legs. But, as soon as Janus notices that, his free foot is planting itself on Patton's shoulder and roughly kicking him back.

Patton's back falls flat against the floor, as he stares up at Janus with comically large eyes. His round face is bright red, and he looks like he's panting. Straining against his khaki's is his hard cock, begging to escape his constricting pants.

"Did I do something wrong?" he asks, as Janus scoots to the edge of the couch.

Janus smiles. "No, of course not. But if you wanted to be touched so bad, you could have just asked."

"Please, touch me?" Patton asks immediately, eliciting a laugh from Janus that sounds so pretty.

"Of course!" Janus exclaims, as his foot glides between Patton's legs. " As soon as you get those pesky pants off, I'd be more than happy to give you nice, relieving pleasure. After all, you deserve a reward for cleaning off my shoes so well!"

Patton beams at the praise, and is quick getting his pants and boxers off. Freckles dot his thighs, spreading down his calves, and while Janus has the urge to kneel down and count each one individually, perhaps even trace constellations formed on his skin, he forces himself to stay focused.

If Patton was willing to lick the dust from Janus's boots, he should be willing to let Janus worship his body later down the line. It could be another bonding exercise!

Janus kicks his foot out, and drags the bottom of his boot over Patton's cock, earning an immediate and loud moan.

"Oh-!" Patton gasps, as his back arches off the floor. A curse word rests on his tongue, but he bites it back. Janus can taste his surprise, though. His pleasure. The rough pain and excitement coming from the rubber sole of Janus's shoe mixed with the ecstasy of it dragging over his shaft.

"Careful, darling," Janus warns, as his boot sinks back to the base of Patton's cock, the bottom resting against Patton's balls in such a way that Patton sucks in a sharp breath, aware of the fact that if Janus sinks it down any further, his balls will be crushed. "You're going to undo all the work you just did! You're already leaking."

Patton glances at his cock and sees pre already rolling down it, and he flushes with humiliation.

"I'll clean them again if they get dirty," Patton promises, almost immediately. It makes Janus muse.

He runs his shoe back up Patton's cock, stimulating it fully and earning another cute little cry of pleasure. Such lewd noises sound so foul and perverted coming from Patton's mouth, making them all the more delicious to Janus who drinks each one up, enjoying them to their fullest extent.

He sets a slow, steady pace dragging his foot along the length of Patton's cock, watching each little jerk of the latter's hips as he attempts to get more friction, and shakily moans as he does.

Gasps of "please" and "more" mix in with the unintelligible moans and squeaks any time Janus is just a little too rough or speeds up the smallest amount.

There's never a moment of silence; the air is constantly filled with a pant or a grunt and Janus adores it. Though he does enjoy his silence, he could spend a lifetime listening to such perverse and beautiful noises, especially when paired with the visual of Patton's cock leaking pre over the bottom of Janus's shoe and his own stomach.

"Janus," Patton whines, warmth flooding his body. Drool spills from the corner of his lips, eyes squeezing shut and eyebrows raised. "Janus!"

"That's my name," Janus hums. "Doesn't it feel so good on your lips?"

Patton moans, providing enough of an answer. In response, Janus grinds the bottom of his shoe roughly against Patton's cock, earning a pathetic mewl.

"Janus, please-"

"Shh," Janus coos, sweetly. "You don't have to beg. You've done more than enough to earn a pathetic little orgasm. I know what you want. Go on, Patton. Come for me. And when you've finished, you can lick your mess off my shoes."

Nails digging into the ground beneath him, Patton's breath hitches.

"Go on, Patton. Thank me. Thank me for letting you have such an amazing orgasm. Thank me for letting you lick my boots."

"Thank you!" Patton immediately cries, bucking his hips upward and into Janus's shoe. "Thank you so much for- for letting me lick your shoes!" He cuts himself off with a moan, losing his train of thought for a few seconds. "Thank... thank you for touching me! Janus! Janus!"

Janus has to place a hand over his own mouth to keep a shuddering gasp from escaping. Patton is so dirty without even realizing it! There was a lot to be explored.

In a moments notice, Patton's crying out in a needy shout, semen spurting from his cock and messing the shoe he worked so hard on cleaning, as well as his own stomach. He's loud, red, and clearly overly pleasured as he comes, before finally Janus pulls his foot away, leaving Patton to pant as he comes down from his orgasm.

He gasps and pants, before Janus taps his foot against the floor, leading Patton to blearily push himself up.

"Come on, dear, you still have to clean up your mess," Janus urges, which has Patton immediately crawling forward, prepared to repeat the cycle for as long as Janus wants him to.

#sanders sides #sanders sides smut #not safe for sanders #agp smut #moceit #moceit smut #sanders sides kinktober #kinktober 2023

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REQUEST | what nazuna is like on anniversaries (in general)

TAGS | fluff, established relationship, hcs

READER | gender neutral

There is never a time that Nazuna forgets any sort of anniversary, whether it be your wedding anniversary, engagement anniversary, or even your first meeting anniversary. The marks on his calendar are simply for show; whether or not they’re there, he remembers. They are days he looks forward to, as well as days he looks back on the past as well. Whether it be the good, the bad, and the okay times, he remembers all of it. After all, everything that happened, no matter what it was, helped shape both you and him together.

As if he doesn’t always do a little extra for you, on those days, he’ll take another serving of “doing extra”. He puts a little bit more into your lunch, leaving another cheesily cute message on top and adding a little trinket he found that he thought you’d find to be cute. He’d make dinner, something you love, something special for the both of you. He texts you just a bit more frequently, and while he doesn’t want to disturb you too much while you complete the commitments you’ve made, he just can’t help but miss you ever more.

There is absolutely no way to forget the date, when he kisses you “good morning” and says that there’s “something special planned”. From the very first moment of the day, there’s a warm smile on his face. His focus is you and only you, and it’s a day not for anyone else but the two of you. He kisses your forehead, your cheeks, your lips. He lets out giggles and whispers that wake you up gently. When he plays with your hair, it’s hard not to laugh with him and kiss him back, his arms around you and yours going around him.

If there’s two things that are his best helpers when planning something to do, it’s the search engine and his notes app. Nazuna’s research and note taking skills are no joke, and if it’s for you, he tries nothing but his hardest to make it different, special, and enjoyable. Although, as time goes on, he gets to know you a lot better, and soon enough, he doesn’t need the internet too much for reference. After all, this is for you, and how better else to make an event special than to truly personalize it for you and him only?

Before anything planned, though, he’s just a little nervous. He’s afraid that it won’t go exactly as planned, maybe something horribly wrong- but what’s to say it won’t go completely and differently wonderful? Who knows? When it starts, though, Nazuna gets completely immersed, and his heart takes him wherever he needs to go. By then, he realizes that he doesn’t need to worry, that you’re happy being there with him and he’s happy being there with you- and that’s all that matters.

No matter what anniversary, Nazuna always makes sure to get a gift- or many- for you. He buys anything he thinks you’ll like, from trinkets, to useful items, to household items- anything that’ll make you happy. He’ll wrap it up, nice and neat, make a card with his signature rabbit doodles, and he’ll leave it on your bedside for when you wake up in the morning on the day of your anniversary.

WORD COUNT | 548 words

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twoidiotwriters1 · 3 months

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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Currently on the road back home having a good time (hopefully bc i sure need it) -Danny Words: 1,952 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

III: I Use The Power of Friendship (Goes Wrong)

Ara's glad to be left alone with the girls. Reyna is an old friend and Annabeth... well, she's like a sister.

As they leave the dining area, Ara remembers what a fun little girl Reyna used to be. Maybe they can find a way to build something, an alliance that will satisfy both sides. She must be careful, though, the last time Ara tried to be the voice of reason, it didn't end well, which brings her back to Nico.

Gods, she really hopes Lily doesn't know about his disappearance, she's got too much on her plate already.

"Come," Reyna gestures at the girls. "Walk with me."

Ara spent many years telling Nico that Camp Half-Blood was the best place for them, and technically, this place is for Romans, not Greeks, but still... Now she understands why Nico started to disobey her months into her leadership, he'd found New Rome, and he knew Ara was clueless.

How many times had she thought of Lily that way? Lily was too wary, and Ara was all about going big or going home. She'd forced her to participate in flashy plans just because they were easier. Now, standing in the middle of New Rome, witnessing what could be achieved with patience and careful planning, Ara couldn't blame Lily for being exasperated by Ara's approach.

"The harpy Ella..." Reyna says, bringing Ara back from her brooding. "It was a prophecy she spoke. We all know that, don't we?"

"It sounded like a prophecy," Annabeth agrees. "But I've never met Ella before today, and I've never heard those lines exactly."

"I have," Reyna sighs. "At least some of them—"

Argentum, Reyna's automaton dog, starts barking when some kids gather around to play with it. Leo hasn't seen Reyna's dogs yet, but Ara wants to take them onto the ship so he can take a look.

"You have a beautiful life," Ara says. "And you built it with hard work, I respect that."

"When we met, you were just an Aphrodite," Reyna smiles a little. "You don't sound like one now, but it shows."

"You should see her when she's with Leo," Annabeth quips.

Reyna turns to her with a raised eyebrow. "The scrawny boy with the curly hair?"

Ara knows what Reyna thinks because it's what most people think. It's what Lily said when she found out: Really? Him? Ara clears her throat. "Anyway..."

"We should move on," Reyna walks forward, and Ara appreciates it.

"We've also met before," Annabeth points out. "You were younger, right?"

"Very good. Percy didn't remember me. Of course you spoke mostly with my older sister Hylla, who is now queen of the Amazons. She left just this morning, before you arrived. At any rate, when we last met, I was a mere handmaiden in the house of Circe."

"We played tag," Ara tilts her head, trying to remember. "You said my teddy bag was cute and I gave you the bag of gummy bears I kept in it. You thought it was funny that I kept gummy bears inside my bear bag."

Reyna smiles openly and Ara feels comforted by it. This teenager had been like her once, a little girl with not much to offer, and her rank had sharpened her edges. Now, Ara is on her way to becoming Reyna, and she doesn't hate what she's seeing.

"Wait," Ara blinks, finally processing what the older girl said. "Your sister is the queen of what?"

Reyna chuckles. "You're a lot like Percy."

This catches Ara off guard. No one ever says that about her—not in a positive way, at least.

"This is my favorite spot," Reyna announces. "The Garden of Bacchus."

When Ara sees Baccus's statue she lets out a laugh. "You guys got a great involuntary sense of humor..."

Reyna hums. After a moment, she continues. "I wanted to hear it from you."

"Hear what?" Annabeth asks.

"The truth. Convince me that I'm not making a mistake by trusting you. Tell me about yourself. Tell me about Camp Half-Blood. Your friend Piper has sorcery in her words. I spent enough time with Circe to know charmspeak when I hear it. I can't trust what she says. And Jason... well, he has changed. He seems distant, no longer quite Roman."

Reyna raises a hand to stop Ara before she can argue.

"My dogs determined you're a reliable person, charmspeak and all. You have an honest heart, like your brother, but I brought you here and not him, because you probably know Camp Half-Blood way better than Percy nowadays."

If Ara weren't dating Leo, she'd be crushing on Reyna by now. If the girl keeps complimenting her, Ara's going to apply for Roman citizenship.

"Well," the girl shares a look with Annabeth. "Where do we start?"

"Guess what!" Nico bounces on his feet. "Something cool happened this morning!"

"You got to ride a pegasus?"

"No!"

"You convinced Percy to play Mythomagic?"

"Better!"

I look around, and that's when I realize my brother isn't by the fountain. He waits there for Annabeth and I before breakfast, even if we don't sit together. Now that our friend is missing, I'm expecting to see him staring at his reflection in the water, sulking or something, but he's not there.

I notice his cabin's door is wide open and my stomach drops. "Where is Percy?"

The young boy smirks. "I helped him sneak out so he could follow Bianca!"

I'm not very strong, but I pull Nico by the neck of his shirt until we're face to face. The sudden action causes him to yelp.

"Why didn't you wake me?" I whisper in panic.

"H-He told me not to! 'You look after my sister, I look after yours'—I thought it was fair!"

Percy calling me his sister even when I'm not around makes me giddy, but I'm also upset that he's decided to leave me behind without saying a word. It's the first time that he goes on a quest without me, and it stings.

Nico removes himself from my grip, looking guilty. "I wanted to go too, but Percy said I had to stay with you."

I realize I'm not Nico's mentor. I'm just an older version of Nico. We've been left behind by our siblings because they didn't think we were strong enough to keep up with them.

"Does Chiron know?"

"I won't tell on Percy," Nico stands proudly. "I promised I wouldn't."

His devotion to my brother confirms we're the same, so I wrap an arm around his shoulders and guide him to the Athena cabin.

"Alright," I sigh. "It's you and me... That isn't so bad! We'll be a great team. Come on, let's get Lily."

"If you go to the ancient lands, especially Rome itself, there is something you should know about your mother," Reyna mentions.

Annabeth steps back. "My—my mother?"

"When I lived on Circe's island, we had many visitors. Once, perhaps a year before you and Percy arrived, a young man washed ashore. He was half mad from thirst and heat. He'd been drifting at sea for days. His words didn't make much sense, but he said he was a son of Athena."

"What happened to this demigod?"

"Circe turned him into a guinea pig, of course. He made quite a crazy little rodent. But before that, he kept raving about his failed quest. He claimed that he'd gone to Rome, following the Mark of Athena."

Ara stares at her friend. Annabeth used to confide in her, and now they're both keeping their hands behind their backs, waiting for the other to give the first step. It feels wrong.

"Yes," Reyna continues. "He kept muttering about wisdom's child, the Mark of Athena, and the giants' bane standing pale and gold. The same lines Ella was just reciting. But you say that you've never heard them before today?"

"Not—not the way Ella said them." Annabeth's voice quivers. "Did this demigod—did he explain his quest?"

"At the time, I had no idea what he was talking about. Much later, when I became praetor of Camp Jupiter, I began to suspect."

"Suspect... what?"

Something explodes behind them, interrupting their conversation.

"Giants?" Annabeth looks around frantically. "I thought their army was defeated!"

"It isn't the giants," Reyna says tensely. "You've betrayed our trust."

"What? No!"

"Annabeth," Ara turns her around. "The ship!"

The girls run fast to reach the commotion. Ara searches in her pocket and seizes Almighty but she doesn't turn it into a sword yet, she has to try and de-escalate the situation first.

Jason and Piper are fighting side by side. Percy, Frank, and Hazel are all together. Only one person is missing.

"Leo!" Ara hurries to the Argo II. A group of demigods approaches her menacingly, and she uses charmspeak. "Drop your weapons!"

They obey her at once. Percy shouts her name, so Ara elbows the soldiers out of her way. She arrives at the same time as Annabeth.

"Girls!" Her brother scowls. "What—?"

"I don't know!" Annabeth exclaims mortified.

"I'll tell you what!" Octavian climbs down the rope ladder. "The Greeks have fired on us! Your boy Leo has trained his weapons on Rome!"

Ara rushes past the crowd again, dodging attacks from pretty much all around her.

"I was just there!" Octavian continues. "I saw it with my own eyes!"

The girl reaches the ladder and jumps, kicking Octavian out of her way. She climbs fast, yelling Leo's name hoping he'll answer. She finds him near the ballista, and he is shooting.

"Leo, stop!"

The girl doesn't use charmspeak at first, she never uses it on her loved ones, not since Nico. Besides, Leo usually stops when Ara tells him to, but not this time.

"Enough!" Ara grabs him and the boy stumbles back. She cups his face. "Leónidas!"

In his eyes, she sees a flash of something that reminds her of Luke. She moves away from him as soon as it happens. Ara decides to take the ammunition out from the ballista, and that's when the boy reacts. He yanks her back by the cloak, tossing her against the railing.

"Get out of the way," he says numbly.

Ara's on the ground when Percy and Annabeth reach the deck. Percy doesn't hesitate before attacking Leo, tackling him to the ground. Annabeth helps her up.

"What's wrong with him?"

"I don't know!" Ara gulps, her left side is pulsing. "He's acting weird!"

A dragon lands on deck and drops an unconscious Jason and a stressed-out Piper, then turns into Frank Zhang. Percy drags Leo away. "Girls, get us out of here!"

"Can you stand?" Annabeth asks worryingly.

"'Course I can..." Ara groans, struggling to reach the control board and typing away, then pulling the throttle steadily to glide higher.

The crew stumbles back thanks to the change in speed. Ara tells Annabeth to get her dino bag and then orders Percy to tie Leo to the main mast. She has to know what's going on with him before she can let him walk around freely.

"Thanks," she tells her brother once he's done. "Check on Jason, see if you can help Piper with him."

Percy frowns. "I'm not leaving you alone with—"

"That's an order, Percy!" Ara urges him, still pushing buttons and flipping switches.

She doesn't want to be rude, but if Leo wakes up and sees Percy's glare on him again, he's gonna freak out and it's going to make things harder for her. Annabeth returns with the T-Rex and Percy leaves, though he asks Frank and Annabeth to keep an eye on Leo.

Once she stabilizes the ship, Ara grabs her bag and pulls out her bottle of nectar. She crouches in front of Leo and tilts up his face to pour the liquid down his throat. Leo bends forward coughing and she pushes him back against the mast.

"Easy," she speaks gently. "Easy, Leo... what happened?"

"I... I was having a..." His eyes glide across the deck and realization hits him like a ton of bricks. It wasn't a nightmare.

"Leo," Annabeth crouches next to Ara, but she sounds way less chummy. "What is the last thing you remember?"

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