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arachnoia · 9 months

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fan favorite | miguel o'hara

in which your little side hobby is being a cam girl, except things get messy when you’re your boss’s fan favorite

pairing- miguel o’hara x fem! reader

tags- nsfw, masterbating, size kink?, afab reader, idk how to make tags ! (perspective also changes from reader and miguel !)

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“Ohh…Fuck I’m close,” You muttered, playing with your clit as you fingered it more and massaged your tits to the camera.

“Papí, please~” You bit your lip, moaning as much as you could satisfy your viewers. You glanced at the chat and flashed a quick smirk while adjusting your mask that only covered your eyes and nose bridge.

¡M2099 te envio 500 dólares! — “Eres tan bélla, mi hermosa”

You pushed your breasts together and stared at the camera seductively, biting your lip grabbing the nearest sex toy, and teasing your clit with it. “Mmmm fuck…”

Miguel bit his lip as he leaned back in his chair, extending the window to the live stream. He was in his office back in HQ trying to finish some work until he got the notification that you were streaming so he jumped on.

After a random night of feeling sex-deprived, he started searching for different things to jerk of to. Then he found you and he can’t help it. He’s addicted.

He’s addicted to the way you moan ever so breathlessly.

He’s addicted to the way you mutter sweet nothings quietly while almost reaching your high.

He’s even addicted to the way you stare at the camera as if you’re actually staring right at him, begging him to stuff his fat, fucking, hard cock down your tight little pussy. And don’t even get him started on the little spider tattoo you have on the right side of your ribcage.

He liked to think that you got it in honor of Spiderman because he’s Spiderman. The thought of that alone made him want to cum already.

He looked at your arched position and closed in on your soaked pussy, all swollen and red due to you abusing your clit in pleasure.

“Oh fuck, mami…” He started to pump his cock with the same speed you were flicking your clit, almost moaning in unison.

How he would love to have your pretty pink lips around his cock, sucking like your life depended on it.

How he would even live to bend you over and fuck you like the little slut you are for him, marveling over your plump ass.

How he would love to have your tiny hands scratching down his back for balance as he fucks you, small and breathlessly whimpering below him.

Just as he was going to cum, you let out an almost pornographic moan and licked your fingers clean as you winked at the camera.

“I’ll see you next time, hermosos. Besos~!”

He stared at you in awe as you shut off the live stream, still fantasizing about you.

It happened too quick and he was sent back to reality once the office was quiet. He looked down and frowned.

He was still hard.

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Once you switched off the camera and made sure it was off, you groaned in annoyance, “So fucking annoying.”

You took down the backdrop from your living room, adjusted the curtains and laid down on your bed. You glanced at your watch and Spider suit hanging from your closet and covered your eyes. You felt kind of grateful that the apartment complex allowed you to make the walls soundproof. Ever since moving to Earth -928 and refusing to work for a huge corporation, you have needed the money. You went over to shower and put on some sweats.

You threw yourself on your mattress and grabbed your favorite plush. You started turning on your computer to watch your favorite show, feeling like you were finally alone in your thoughts.

That is until your watch started beeping.

You grabbed your blanket and frantically put your hair in a low ponytail, grabbing your watch to see what happened.

Lyla popped out and waved, “Hi Y/N!”

You couldn’t help but frown at her presence. She’s great but now was obviously not the time to call, “Yes, Lyla?”

“Miguel wanted me to remind you that you’re going to be with Jess and Hobie tomorrow. And don’t be late! Anyways bye!”

You nervously waved, “Bye..?”

You rolled your eyes. Of course, Miguel would bother you this late at night to bitch at you. It was annoying and you honestly didn’t care what he was going to tell you. You were going to try to be early.

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“Y/L/N! You’re late!”

You winced at Miguel’s stern voice. You woke up late by accident and tried to sneak into his office where you were met with Hobie and Jessica who waved at you.

“Hi, Miguel!” You chirped, waving cheerfully. You wanted to die.

“Morning, Y/N,” Jess smiled.

You went over to her and hugged her gently, “How are they?”

“Well they kicked so far and-“

“Can you not? We have a mission to go on.”

You frowned at Miguel who sneered at you. In all honesty, he’s good-looking and you’d definitely fuck if he gave you the chance. You can see why some girls would like him, but that doesn’t stop him from being a dick.

He always would target you due to your carefree demeanor in contrast to his strict composure.

“Who spat on his breakfast?” Hobie frowned. He sat on top of a huge metal piece that was scattered throughout the space and was playing with a nearby cord.

“I expect every single one of you to follow my lead. Especially a certain someone, Y/L/N.” He narrowed his eyes toward you, which made you glare back.

Again, if he didn’t target you, you’d wanna fuck.

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“What the fuck?”

You could see why you needed exactly four to handle the anomaly.

As everyone started to attack the anomaly, you started to swing at him full force, using some of your previous fighting experience to knock him down. It wasn’t until it hit back, throwing you across and heading your direction, and threw a sharp piece of metal, cutting the side of your ribcage. You yelled out in pain before you could even start attacking more.

“I fucking hate this,” you groaned and ripped the hole in your suit bigger, exposing your bloodied side a bit more by an inch to let the cut air out.

You felt bad just staying there until Hobie and Miguel apprehended the anomaly while Jess put it in a force shield.

“So incompetent…” Miguel rolled his eyes as he looked at you, “Can I? Or are you going to be a little bitch and-“

“Shut the fuck up.”

You glared at him, who smiled smugly. He was a cocky piece of shit sometimes.

He studied your injured figure, furrowing his eyebrows and squinting at your side to look at it further. He looked like the personification of confusion due to the look on his face.

“Go ahead, O’Hara,” you laid on your other side for him to see.

“Okay…” His usually stern voice had a bit of a crack and you felt like laughing a bit before he cleared his throat, “Lyla, scan her.”

Lyla popped out as her usually cheery self, “Hi Miguel! Hi Y/N! Ooo that does not look good-“

“Lyla.”

“Mkay!”

She let the orange-yellow holographic screen go through you, showing your results in a small screen. “Okay. Considering you just got off a mission, your heart rate is a bit high but get that cut checked.”

“Yeah, sure sure- SHIT!”

You felt completely off guard when you felt Miguel carry you. “It’s not like I could have you fail to walk too. Pendeja.”

Lyla giggled and smiled, “So-”

“Bye, Lyla.”

She rolled her eyes and saluted, disappearing a second later.

You rolled his eyes, peering over at Jess and Hobie who laughed at you. It was fucking embarrassing to be carried by your own boss who thinks you’re incompetent.

“Where are we going?” You breathed out. And before you knew it, you were at the infirmary at HQ, the area completely bare of people. You gasped as he immediately placed you on a cold metal table.

“Where do you think?”

You could slap the smug look off his face. You frowned and looked away. It didn’t help that he loves to make eye contact so every time you talked, you had to look into his ruby red eyes, which killed you inside.

“Take off your suit.”

You whipped your head in his direction and had your mouth agape, “What the fuck did you-“

“Oh shut up. It’s not in that way, I just want to see your cut. Plus it’s probably nothing I haven’t already seen before.”

You didn’t know what to say. His words were glazed with arrogance and it intimidated you more than usual.

You obliged and started stripping off your suit before laying back down. You felt slightly embarrassed since you were practically naked, only left in your bra and panties and it was in front of your boss.

He scanned your body, eyes staying on your ribcage, and pursed his lips. He had a pensive look on his face as he looked at you and sighed, “I’m going to clean your cut.”

Okay.

“Alright…”

You felt tense, literally could be able to cut the tension with a knife, “No mames, you need to be more careful,”

“Yeah, I guess…”

“Can’t have my hermosa hurt.”

You felt your blood run cold, peeking over to look at him and his smug face, “What?”

His face made you feel unsure of what he said. Maybe you misheard. Maybe you were delirious due to the injury. It wasn’t that bad but you did lose some blood.

“What did you just say?”

“Oh, nothing…”

You sighed a bit, shivers going down your spine as his fingertips brushed on your skin, cringing at the sting of the alcohol that was rubbing against your wound.

“Stings?”

“Yeah.”

His fingers danced around a particular spot, caressing it gently, “You have a nice tattoo here.”

“Mhm. Thank you.”

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To say Miguel was baffled was an understatement.

You couldn’t be?

The annoying Spider he trains? Be the seductive streamer he watched every day?

That couldn’t be.

The tattoo looked almost too similar. It looked almost identical to the one she had. If it was you, he wouldn’t know how to feel.

Even though he targets you, he couldn’t help but feel a bit fond of you. You’re incredibly talented and flexible but you just have to argue back with him.

Your eyes were similar yes, but the thought was eating him up inside. He had to find out.

He can’t recall what he thought when he swung over to your quarters a few blocks away from headquarters in downtown Nueva York, and caught you playing with yourself behind closed doors. Moaning the exact way his favorite streamer would.

Such a whiny submissive voice.

He wanted to open the door, yes, but it would be too sudden. Too…

“Miguel?”

Your voice sounded tired, as if you were barely running a fucking marathon. He could hear your accelerated heartbeat, your small breaths while you spoke. And it made him want to go absolutely feral.

“Yes? Hi.”

He sounded shy, which was in complete contrast to his aggressive attitude.

“Why are you here?”

The entire apartment was dark, only being shined by moonlight from your wide windows overlooking Nueva York.

“Your cut…Is it fine?”

“Yeah…”

You looked up at him, nervously biting your lip, “Why are you here?”

He pursed his lips and ran his fingers through his hair, “I wanted to see how you were. Y’know, so I can know if you can perform well tomorrow…and later in the night.”

It wasn’t until he looked down that and saw you, still gripping the sex toy you had previously used on yourself.

He started walking closer to you slightly, “What do you have there?”

You appeared to get flustered and backed away from him.

“N-Nothing.”

He reached for your arm to see the pink dildo, his eyebrows raising and a smile playing at his lips to your flushed face.

“Doesn’t look like nothing.”

The way he looked at you made you even more aroused. Your wistful expression made him hard as you helplessly gazed at him, your features accentuated beautifully by the moonlight.

With that, he kissed you, surprised by you dropping the dildo and kissing him passionately. He caressed your ass while doing so and lifted you up, carrying you to your bedroom.

He laid you on the bed, taking off your clothes and getting rid of his suit at a press of a button. Your expression was full of surprise and that stroked his ego immensely. He began caressing your breasts whilst kissing at your neck, leading down to your stomach and upper thighs. You threw your head back, clawing at his back as he started to flick his tongue against your clit.

“F-Fuck…Miguel!”

He felt you squirm in pleasure as he kept thrusting his tongue, his fangs teasing your folds. He couldn’t help but smile at your aroused nature.

As soon as you were going to cum already, you screamed, scratching at his shoulders, “Please…Miguel!”

He stood up, licking his fingers and smiling, “Eres tan dulce.”

Your eyes went to his his hard cock erected. The view made you whine and bite your lip, “You’re so big! Miguel, what if you don’t fit…”

“Don’t worry, mami. I’ll fit…”

This is what he wanted. And you looked so beautiful.

“Eres tan bélla, mi hermosa…”

And before he was going to thrust into you, finally diving into your wet, tight pussy, he woke up in a cold sweat. He looked over to his bedstand clock, marking it 2:34 in the morning.

He shifted around his sheets and felt his dick hard.

“Fuck…”

masterlist — part two

sol's notes- this was also just a drabble! thank you guys so much on everything and requests are open!!

tags - @ashanomly @obi-mom-kenobi @tojisbabygworl @toaffes

#miguel x y/n #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #miguel x you #miguel spiderman #miguel ohara x reader #miguel spiderverse #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara #atsv #atsv x reader #miguel smut #spiderman 2099 #across the spiderverse #sol (not de janeiro)

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riedswifts · 2 years

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WANDERLUST

Warnings : somnophilia (pre-consent), smut, oral (f receiving), riding, some boob play, overstimulation, forced orgasm, slapping (pre established), no plot, pure dirt, stomach bulge kink, dom!bucky, aftercare, (short haired bucky), dacryphilia, little bit of brat taming, hair pulling (if you blink you’ll miss it)

Summary : bucky can’t sleep and you just look so appealing while sleeping in nothing but underwear.

Notes : Hiii oh my lord thank you all for the love on my previous AKA my first smut ever- i hope you guys like this one too! Also lmk what or who you’d wanna see a smut for or what you would like to see

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It was dead silent, and pitch black in the avengers compound. You and Bucky were in your guys shared room, the only light being from the moon that peered through the trees that littered the view of your floor to ceiling window. You were sound asleep, nothing but underwear on and the blanket pulled to your knees.

Your back was to bucky, he couldn’t sleep. He had this nagging heat that made his sweatpants seem three times tighter then they where hours ago. He sighed as he glanced at the chandelier that was above your bed which was centered. However his head snapped to you when he heard a soft pant.

A little pathetic whimper- one of his many favorite sounds- escaped your plump lips. His lips stretched into a smirk as he rolled over almost pressing himself against you but leaving a bit of space. He felt his pants tighten more when a quiet moan escaped your lips, he was thankful that he’d always remember to soundproof the room by asking FRIDAY. You guys always did that before bed so the noises outside wouldn’t bother you both.

He moved closer to you, his bare chest pressed to your bare back as he moved the hair from your shoulder to behind you before moving it down so all of it looked at the pillow. You were a deep sleeper, that he knew. Or maybe you were a light sleeper and he was just a well trained assassin.

His arm reached around you and immediately like a second nature you snuggled back into him but your ass rubbing his cock didn’t help the small wet spot that had formed in his sweatpants. Once his arm wrapped around you his hand found the thing he loves, your boobs.

He palmed the smooth skin massaging it slightly and paused when he heard your sharp intake of a breath. However you soon released it with a small whine and he smirked, even in your sleep you were so reactive to him.

He loved it.

He ignored the hard on in his pants that was begging to be let free. He continued the small action before he slowly removed himself and stood up walking to the foot of the bed. You were still a bit ways up seeing as the bed was unnecessarily large.

He slowly removed the blanket, watching as you shifted into the perfect position. You had moved to laying on your back one arm over your chest and the other resting near your cheek. He moved the blanket and slowly got onto the bed and in one swift motion he was face to face with your cunt. His vibranium arm had reached over and pinched each side of your panties leaving them to snap and fall off.

He quickly tossed them aside onto the floor. He had already bought you a whole bunch of new ones so you wouldn’t mind. He saw the way you shivered at the air hitting your now bare pussy, your nipples had hardened due to the air and the dream you seemed to be having.

It amazed him how you were still asleep.

In a swift motion his hands had locked under your legs, his vibranium hand holding your hips down and his other hand free as it slithered up and followed the curve of your body until he grabbed your boob in his hand and ran his thumb over the hardened skin. You shuddered and your head shifted slightly. Yet again you seemed to moan and it turned him on further.

Without even thinking about stealthy anymore his tongue darted out licking a long strip from your hole to your clit and placing an open mouthed kiss on it. His mouth latched onto your cunt and he started licking and sucking at it. You were still sleeping but soft pants and whimpers flowed from your mouth. His tongue slipped inside you whilst his teeth grazed your clit.

You were barley conscious when you felt the familiar heat in your lower stomach. It was hard to decipher if you were still dreaming but when You felt his tongue lick and lick before sucking on your bundle of nerves you moaned as your eyes fluttered open.

Your vision was still blurry and you were still half asleep when he lightly blew on your dripping cunt and then he repeated his actions of sticking his tongue in you, however that’s when you felt the hand on your boob and the coldness of his vibranium thumb rubbing at your clit. The sensation of his tongue inside you, the sucking and rubbing at your spot sent you over the edge and that’s what drew you to full consciousness.

Your orgasm was pure bliss and it had you letting out high pitched moans as you subconsciously tried to wiggle yourself away from his tongue. However a slap to your boob made you whimper. “Come on do it again.” Bucky said and his voice had that deep dark tone in it.

You moaned shaking your head. “To much.” he just tightened his grip on your waist now with both arms as he continued to eat you out like he was starving, like you hadn’t fed him in years.

His tongue toyed with your clit as you clenched around nothing and he went back to latching his full mouth sucking and licking and lightly biting. Your head pushed fire back into the pillow as your mouth formed into an O shape nothing but short breathes escaping you. He subconsciously started grinding into the mattress at the sight.

You felt the tightness and he must’ve felt it on his tongue cause he sped up his pace and you writhed. He pushed your hips down forcefully definitely gonna have bruises in the form of handprints.

“You gonna cum? Hmm?” He asked seeing your face. You whimpered are the sensitivity, but he didn’t care as he continued his assault in your pussy that was practically crying for a break, and for more. He put pressure on your clit with his thumb as he devoured you and the coil snapped harder then before.

He kept licking your clit drawing the orgasm out and your hands found his hair trying to push him away. “ s’to much- ah! No no i can’t- fuck.” You whined before his finger collected some of the slick from your two previous orgasms and he smeared it across your clit.

“Look at you, so good. God you taste so fuckin good.” He muttered as your plea fell upon deaf ears. He licked and sucked once more and you sighed in relief as he backed away but his hand game down and started rubbing your clit impeccably fast.

Your legs instinctively tried to shut however he was able to hold them open as he still had his arms locked around them. His rubbing sped up and you came hard moaning loudly however no words came out forming a sentence it was all babbling.

Finally he fully pulled away and he hovered over you moving your hair that stuck to your forehead away. You were panting, eyes barley open as his head dipped down kissing your cheek nose and finally your lips, he teasingly ran a finger over your swollen sensitive clit making you jolt a bit.

He pulled away before dipping into the crook of your neck, his stubble scratching against your neck as he kissed the skin. His hips simultaneously started grinding down into you and his hard on rubbed against your sensitive clit making you whimper his name.

“I’m gonna take care of you, ‘kay baby.” He said as he captured your lips again while still grinding down onto you. “This is what you do to me.” He muttered as he parted his lips from yours. He kissed down your body, paying special attention to your boobs before getting rid of his sweatpants letting his hard cock out.

The tip was red and leaking with Pre-cum. Slowly he made his way back up as he watched your reaction when he tapped the head of it against your clit and teasing you as he slid the head up and down, letting it go in for a second before taking it out and gathering more of your slick.

“Please” You muttered and he faked a frown. “Please what baby?” He asked and your head leaned to the side as your hips tried to move to have a bit of friction. But his hand that was around his thick cock to tease you went to your hip holding it down harshly.

“You want me to help you?” You nodded. “So then You have to tell me what you want.” He said darkly, you still didn’t answer so instead of asking again he patted your legs more and in one motion shoved his cock into you, bottoming out. You gasped as your back arched due to his size and in your peripheral you could see the bild he in your lower stomach.

However as your eyes veered away from him, his hand came up and slapped your cheek. Not hard but enough to sting making you look at him. When he slapped you he felt the clench around him and his hands gripped your chin making you look at him.

“Answer me.” He growled lowly and you huffed. “Please, move pleasee, i’ll be good- ah- please.” You finally gave in moaning in the middle of your plea when he shifted over you. He smirked finally getting you to obey as he slowly started moving his hips.

“s’good- mmgh!” You said as his hips started moving faster and faster making you cry out when one of his thrust hit a very deep spot inside of you. His hand had soothed over your stomach bulge before pushing down on it making tears brim your eyes as you cried out.

He kept his hand there while thrusting in and out of you at a bruising pace making the tears fall from your eyes at the load of pleasure you were feeling. He leaned up and right where your tears where he kissed them as he kept his pace.

“you look so pretty when your like this.” His low voice sounded in your ears before you felt a pressure on your clit. It had you clenching down on him and he groaned.

“You gonna- agh! You gonna cum for me? hmm? Shit!” Bucky said as he felt your walls clenching around him. You nodded and his hand gripped your chin again kissing you harshly as he sped up and the angle he had was rubbing your clit with to much friction making you moan and sob.

“I’m gonna- cum.“ you panted and he sped up before latching his mouth to your nipple sending you over the edge. When you came your walls gripped him like a vice making his cock twitch as he punched your clit making the orgasm drag out and you saw pure white, a small ringing was present in your ears as you cried out.

He was overstimulating you again and it hurt but it felt so damn good. As soon as you came down you felt the thick cum being let into you and being pushed in to you as he kept thrusting. Suddenly he stopped and kissed you sweetly before rolling over.

You where on top of him now with your hair on one side of you, you lay limp on his chest as he was leaned against the padded headboard. He let you rest for a moment before you felt his dick tense inside of you as he slowly kept rocking into you.

You bit lightly on his neck to muffle the whimper, before he tapped your ass. “One more time baby, after you ride me you can go to sleep, yeah?” You nodded softly as he kissed you again not letting you go as you slowly started rocking your hips. His hands went to your hips helping you find a pace and making sure to slip his tongue in he lifted you up at the same time before moving you back down.

You moaned into his mouth as he kept guiding your hips up and down, forward backwards. You were moaning and panting arms wrapped around his neck as you felt your hair tickle your lower back. You moved your arms around his neck and dipped your head into the crook of his neck and left open mouthed kissed making sure to give him matching marks that you were for sure gonna have.

His hands went to your ass lifting you up before her started thrusting up into you and your back arched as your head leaned against his while your moans flowed straight into his ear leading him to continue. He felt you tighten around him and his hand threaded into your hair pulling it back so you where face to face with him and his lust shot eyes.

He stared at you, your forehead had beads of sweat and some hair sticking to it. Your neck and breast were splotches with red and purple marks, your lips were swollen and your eyes where lust shot, your hair was a bit messy but he didn’t care. You looked stunning all fucked out and dumb on his dick.

He kissed you as he felt you coming undone again moaning into his mouth as his other hand toyed with your clit making you cum harder before you felt him let go inside of you, you felt the cum leaking out of you dripping down your thighs.

He rolled you both over laying you down before sweetly kissing your lips, forehead, and nose, as he pulled out of you. Both of you were work out, you more than him, but you’d both miss the warmth that you gave one another.

He reached on the bedside table and pulled a hair tie out the drawer making you lift your head as he tied your hair into a low bun before he sauntered into the bathroom grabbing a small rag and running it under some water before walking back into the room.

You were half asleep again, he slowly sat between your trembling legs and started to clean you up making you hiss. “I know baby, i just gotta clean ya’ up.” he muttered and he grabbed your hand, a small but loves me gesture that made your chest warm. Once he finished cleaning you both up he grabbed one of his shirts after he slid a pair of boxers on himself and walked back over to the bed.

He dressed you in his shirt that was pretty large on you due to the size difference but little gestures like these- and the way you cuddled into him putting your head into his neck while his arm went around you and pulled the blanket over you both- that had you both head over heels for each-other.

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shubblelive · 7 months

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— NOT MUCH LONGER

summary : wilbur has always been dedicated to his viewers, sometimes too much. his fans are aware of this, you are aware of this, and he is aware of this. so when you go multiple days without seeing your boyfriend because of how hard he's working you take matters into your own hands, not realising that thousands of people are there watching you do it.

genre : fluff

warnings : mentions of eating/food, a few swearwords, wilbur not taking care of himself, very small panicky moment

pairing : cc!wilbur soot x fem!reader

pronouns : she/her, reader is called wilbur's girlfriend/wife

featuring : cc!wilbur soot

requested : Could you do a fic where the reader isn’t a very public person (in regards to the internet) and one day, wilbur’s streaming and she goes in and brings him some food and kisses him, not knowing he was live, and when she notices, she just gets all red and embarrassed and wilbur goes out of frame with her and its just all fluffy, and the chat goes craaazy

word count : 1.3K

note : hi lmao. i know, i know it's been nearly 2 months since i 've posted anything. school really caught p to me, i was so stressed out i was crying like multiple times a day for a few weeks. i wanna thank you guys for your patience, i have one more week of classes before spring break and then exams are right after that so i am really unsure of how much free time i'm gonna have until like mid-november.

There was a lot of things that you loved about Wilbur. Of course there was, the two of you had been together since university, nearing on 5 years. Knowing for someone that long, though, and there were obviously aspects of your boyfriend that you were less than fond of. There weren’t a lot, but the main one was the fact that he was a major workaholic.

You were completely understanding of how important his job was to him. He had been doing it longer than you’d even known each other and you’d never want to do anything to make it seem like you were anything less than supportive.

But the last couple of weeks had been driving you crazy.

He’d be out all day filming for twenty different videos or in the studio - that was fine, you had your own work and hobbies to keep you occupied. But then he’d get home and it was straight to editing, or writing, or meetings for merch, album art, new videos. It had gotten to the point where you hadn’t even seen him in two days. You knew he’d been home, you vaguely heard the shower running while you were asleep, so tired you couldn’t bring yourself to lift your head. Clothes had been added to the laundry hamper, and water glasses had been added to the sink. He’d messaged you, of course. You were high on his list of priorities, it being a no-brainer that whenever he got a free minute he was texting you to let you know where he was going, promising that he’d be home soon.

When you got home from work, you were pleasantly surprised to find his docs at the front door, neatly kicked to the side so they were out of the way along with the rest of your collective pile. You put your stuff down and practically floated around the house, searching for your boyfriend. Not in the kitchen, though the dishes had been done for you, left to dry. Not in the living room, though there was a coat draped over the back of the couch that you picked up and deposited in the bedroom (also empty, but his side of the bed was rumpled like he’d fallen straight on top of the blankets).

You were walking down the hallway when you finally heard him. He was talking softly, not outside of the norm for him. His office wasn’t soundproof, and you often heard him through the walls as you went about your day, whether that was laughing loudly as he streamed, or the muffled sound of him strumming his guitar, trying to write a new song. He was being quiet, probably editing a video. You knew he had his own room in the group office, just for him to edit, but he liked to bring them home sometimes.

You went back into the kitchen to dry the dishes for Wilbur and you noted that there weren’t any new plates added to the pile. You knew that Wilbur had eaten while he was gone, he’d texted you every time they ordered food, but you also knew that it had been a couple of days since his last home cooked meal. You, admittedly didn’t have much in the pantry, but it was made with love, which was the thought that counts.

That was the thought on the tip of your tongue as you knocked gently on the door, a plate of mac and cheese and a glass of water in hand, smile breaking out at the sight of your boyfriend at his desk.

Wilbur’s viewers had always been aware that he had a girlfriend. He mentioned you for the first time after you guys had been together for a year, and since then you were a sporadic presence in his online life, maybe a mention every couple of weeks or months. They didn’t know anything else though, not even your name. His viewers, over the past couple of years had developed their own nicknames for you. It started from one of the first streams you were mentioned in, someone in chat asked if you were Wilbur’s wife. He’d laughed, said no, and then tried to say you were not his wife, and instead pronounced it “wiff.” It got slightly out of hand over the years, with most people lovingly referring to you online as wiffleball. Wilbur had apologised profusely for the slip up, but you found it too funny to actually care. It was definitely weird for you to see, though, the phrase ‘Wiffleball’ randomly trending every couple of months.

So, they didn’t know your name, and they definitely didn’t know your face. Wilbur was usually on high alert for even your footsteps outside the door, let alone you wanting to come inside. He’d yell that he was live, and you’d wait dutifully at the door for him to come outside. It was more for your sake than his, but he cared just as much about your right to privacy as you did. But today, he was so preoccupied with the fact that he hadn’t seen you in nearly three days that he completely forgot to.

The monitor with his own face in it was tilted away from the door, and you were so entranced by the smile on his face that you didn’t notice until it was too late. He was standing to meet you, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Hi, lovely, I’ve missed you.”

“Missed you too, Wil,” Your hands were on his arms the second you placed the food down, and you were right about to kiss him properly when you saw a fast movement out the corner of your eye. His chat was whizzing by so fast that you almost couldn’t read it. You backed out of frame immediately, almost out of instinct, wide eyes meeting Wilbur’s. “You’re streaming?”

“Fuck,” Wilbur made sure that you were definitely out of the frame before putting his stream back on the loading screen and going back to check on you.

Your breathing was much faster than usual and he could all but see your heart jumping out of your chest. “I am so sorry, darling, I was too busy being happy to see you that I completely forgot that I was even streaming. Are you okay?”

Your hands found Wilbur’s shirt, clenching it between your fists and burying your face in the fabric across his chest. His hands were securely on your back as he held you while you calmed your breathing. You weren’t crying no, he could tell you just needed to slow your breaths down and you’d be alright. He was whispering reassurances in your ear and within a few minutes your heart had calmed down. “I’m alright.”

“I’m so sorry,” Wilbur launched immediately into apologies again but your vice grip on his shirt stopped him.

“I’m alright, Wilbur.” You strangely were alright. What you could see on the chat were all nice things, they were all so excited to see you. “Never want to go back on your stream again, but I’m okay with them seeing me.”

“You don’t have to be okay, love, if you’re not. I’ll get the VOD taken down when I’m done and edit you out and say something about not circulating the video, I am so sorry-”

“I’m fine, Wilbur.” You pulled the fabric closer to your chest, the movement effectively silencing him. “Like I said. I am still good not showing up on your streams and stuff, but you can leave the video up. I’m alright with it, I promise.”

He softened at your determined face. “I love you,” he said in place of another apology. “I love you, and I am still sorry that I forgot to tell you. No more until you say so, I promise.”

“Thank you,” you said earnestly, loosening your grip on his shirt. “I’ll let you finish up now, do you think you’ll be a while?”

Wilbur kissed you softly before sitting back in his chair and looking up at you full of love. “Trust me, I definitely won’t be much longer.”

#wilbuh #wilbur soot fluff #wilbur x y/n #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur soot x reader fluff #wilbur soot headcanons #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot fic #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot fanfiction #wilbur soot angst

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nunalastor · 1 month

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decided to submit a wholesome headcanon regarding how everyone sleeps in the hotel (disregarding opinions on whether or not they sleep at all, that’s not what i’m talking about, i’m talking about when they actually get to sleep)

-charlie is a stomach sleeper in my header, with the blankets basically up to her eyes

- vaggie is a cuddler, not starfish levels, but if you share a bed together for whatever reason you will wake up with her pressed into your side

- angel can’t sleep without holding something. a pillow, a stuffed animal, Fat Nuggets, anything really, he just needs something.

- husk sleeps on his back, and snores. loud. you can hear it across the hotel. one of the first improvements they made to the hotel was soundproofing in husks room. he doesn’t know he snores and does not believe it when people complain about it.

- nifty has a nest setup for her bed, it’s basically a pile of blankets, plushies, pillows, knives, laundry, dead bugs, that piece of fur from Valentino, various bits of detritus, etc. and she sleeps essentially buried in it

- lucifer is the starfish, until you share a bed with him, then he becomes an octopus. you have to peel him off in the morning. he also talks in his sleep. it’s not any human language, mostly angelic hymns. but it’s a bit annoying when you’re not use to it

- Alastor when he’s in a place he’s not 100% comfortable and in control, will sleep in the vampire/corpse position, flat on his back, hands folded on the stomach. but when’s he safe in his own domain (or maybe rosie’s) he sleeps all curled up like a little fawn.

you left out sir pentious who probably sleeps like a victorian child dying of influenza

#hazbin hotel #headcanons #vaggie #alastor #lucifer morningstar #niffty #husk #angel dust #charlie morningstar #u should do the vees 👀#headcanon

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doobea · 8 months

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BLLK - RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS CONT.

contents: some suggestive in oliver's, overall super fluffy, like domestic fluff its insane but i love it, gn!reader characters: sae, oliver, isagi, rin a/n: hehe im throwing this out just to have something but also i love coming up w hcs and its been a WHILE since my last one

SAE

Because of his constant travels, it was his idea one night that there needed to be something physical to keep himself reminded of you at night. Which led to him bringing you to a build-a-bear store the very next day. You took your time deciding which animal to choose from, scents, cute outfits (obviously you had to pick the soccer jersey), and recording your voice memo. He keeps the plushie by his bedside, sending you pictures of it every night, and even buys a small bed for it. You can't help but feel slightly jealous that he's treating a toy better than you.

The sounds of him brushing his teeth and gurgling mouthwash wakes you up every time. He doesn't mean to be so loud about it, Sae can't exactly control the volume of his electric toothbrush and he has to make sure that his breath smells nice before he goes in for a morning kiss.

"My hands are cold." and proceeds to touch your face. Will chase you around the house to make sure you warm him up. Don't even bother running away because he's a literal athlete. Probably refuses to wear gloves when it's cold outside just so he can stick his hands in your pockets too.

OLIVER

Karaoke nights with Oliver are like no other. He has a nice voice, but will purposefully sing terribly just to hear you laugh. With the combination of alcohol and old-school tunes, the two of you will test the limits of the so-called 'soundproof' rooms.

He's the type of boyfriend who loves to test physical boundaries in more ways than one. Walking in public, he'll 'accidentally' brush his hands against your bottoms or your chest. If you're taking a shower, he'll try and poke you from behind the shower curtains. Leaves his mouth a mess when he's eating food and specifically asks you to lick the sauce away.

Sadly, he eats your leftovers when you haven't touched them after a day. He tries to be super sneaky and tries to help you look for it after finishing the whole thing. And yes, he gaslights you just a tiny bit - "baby, are you sure you didn't eat it yourself?"

ISAGI

Under the condition that you have a lot of plushies, Isagi will either neatly place them around your shared apartment or send you videos of him punching them across the room - there's no middle ground.

Mentioned this before briefly but he'll show you all the highlights of his games. But not the professional videos - he'll go out of his way to find videos that are edited poorly (he thinks they're cool tho) and will force you to watch them with him. The videos with dubstep outros and intros, like and subscribe for more, and Roblox figures flying across the screen.

If you're not paying attention to him, Isagi will literally pull out his phone, take a picture of you with 'HEEEYYY' as the caption, and send it to you despite being within arm's reach. What's gotten your attention that's more important than him?

RIN

He definitely sleeps with a blanket that he's had since he was like five. The type of blanket that has holes in it, design and color faded by how much he's used it, and he was super embarrassed when you found it stuffed underneath his bed when he first invited you over. After suffering an endless amount of teasing, he brings out the blanket when he wants cuddles.

Facetiming with Rin is always so endearing yet so awkward at the same time. His face is never fully shown, only the corner of his head, and there are long periods of silence just because Rin hates having conversations on the phone. Expect a lot of "oh so what are you doing right now" every ten minutes - he's trying his best!

His favorite pastime is laying in bed with you in his arms and scrolling aimlessly on the phone. Whether it be reading a funny thread together, scrolling through TikTok, or watching a movie on Netflix - he finds it easy to relax with you and easily falls asleep within an hour.

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holycryptid · 1 month

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Tears of Blood

König x AFAB!reader (no pronouns/gendered language).

Explicit content (18+)

Word count: 3.0k

Tags/warnings: unprotected sex, light choking, mentions of murder/blood (look who we’re working with), mentions of ghostsoap (yay!), explicit language, some fluff, dry humping, friends with benefits…? (let me know if anything was missed!)

Summary: König reveals a very compelling detail about himself while you prepare him for tomorrow's deployment—also inspired by this post/ask and bluegiragi’s art <3

Notes: this has been posted on AO3 for over a year and i just straight up forgot to post it here, too…oops

The barracks are eerily quiet after curfew. So quiet, in fact, that a ghost couldn’t even float around without being heard. Sometimes there is one, he’s just not of the conventional sort.

You’ve learned that Soap gladly let’s his room be haunted most nights.

König never says a word about it. If he did, he’d be a hypocrite. Especially now, as he drifts to the door of your room: after curfew.

By now, you know to leave it unlocked for him. You don’t know when it started becoming habit, but it did. A mindless gesture that makes his lips quirk under the hood when he turns the knob and feels the door give in with no resistance.

You’ve grown used to seeing his figure loom in the doorway, but sometimes your brain forgets it’s just him, and your heart instinctually stutters a beat out of fear as you see the shadows from the dim lighting hug around his broad, towering form—just as imposing and threatening even without the gear.

You’ve mentally noted that not everyone that casts their gaze, usually a fearful and watery one, upon him lives to do so again. But you are fortunate. You never let yourself forget what he’s been trained to do—what he does. He doesn’t like to indulge in it much, if at all, and his hesitance to do so makes you think it’s better if you don’t know the complicated details anyway.

KorTac has quite a different reputation than the 141. König helped make sure of that.

You finish folding the rest of your civvies, tucking them away in their small drawer, and toss a look over your shoulder to the man lingering in the doorway. “See any ghosts?” you muse, prompting König to step in and lock the door behind him.

A breathy chuckle fills the room. “Didn’t see anything, but I wish these rooms were soundproof.”

“Oh, no.” You hold a cackle, hand slapped over your mouth as you meet his amused eyes through the rough-edged holes of his hood.

“Well, that’s just Soap for you. Not even Ghost can shut him up, I guess.” You plop onto your bed with a sigh to compose yourself.

You know Soap will indulge you later.

“So, how may I be of service to the king?” You offer a playful smile as he stands at the foot of your bed. The unexpected nickname making him more interested in the flooring.

He brings a finger up to the black hood, hooking it in by his jaw and pulling to reveal a sizeable gash in the fabric. A close call with a knife if you ever saw one. “Needle and thread.”

He unhooks his finger and drags the worn material off of his head, then the plain black balaclava that hides him further under it follows. He drops both onto your clean sheets in front of him, rounding the corner of the bed and joining you.

Dark red hair flops over his forehead and hangs in thick, wavy strands. It hasn’t quite reached his shoulders yet, but it’s long enough to have a mind of its own. It’s a colour you don’t come across too often; maybe comparable to a chestnut, or old leaves in autumn before they disappear under a blanket of snow.

“Jeez, you ever gonna cut this?” You turn to face him and run a hand up the back of his neck, tangling your fingers in the dense locks and lightly scratching his scalp on the way down.

Soft blue eyes glance to you, still outlined in black from earlier. “Probably not. Can’t find the time.” His accent gently rounds out the vowels as he leans into your touch.

“Let me braid it for you, then. To hold it back. I know you deploy again tomorrow.” You tuck a strand behind his ear, following with a fleeting kiss right above his cheekbone. A faint blush creeps over his temples and the barely-there freckles scattered across his nose and cheeks.

“I promise it won’t be the worst thing ever,” you gently plead. “You can mend your hood in peace while I do it?”

You’ve definitely done worse together. But worse always seems to be easier.

“Okay.”

Usually these nights don’t go like this.

3 days ago

“Oh, that’s good—right there. Yeah. Yeah,” you nearly sob. König holds you against him, left arm reaching across your chest and hand comfortably gripping your throat as you try to roll your hips back against him harder.

His other hand is between your thighs—on your clit—which are dangling over his own to keep you spread. You’re trapped there; under his arms and over his legs as he jerks his hips up to meet your disjointed riding on the rickety office chair.

An empty briefing room. Not really smart, but Soap passed on that it was “out of service” until next week, not knowing that you’d end up in there sat on König’s cock later that afternoon.

The fabric of König’s hood rubs uncomfortably against your cheek, making you drop your head back onto his shoulder to escape it.

A breathy moan rushes past his lips as you arch your back. “No, no. You’re staying right here.” He tightens and corrects the grip he has across your chest, sliding his gloved fingers up under your jaw to keep you locked in place.

His cock slides itself in and out of you with little resistance, which would usually be slightly embarrassing if it was anyone else inside you, but the way he’s been massaging your clit with such attentiveness and grinding his hips into yours makes you forget anything you could be worried about.

The only thing you can think of right now is how good this orgasm is going to be.

Your hands snake themselves up his arm that’s pinned to your front to grip his wrist, holding on for dear life as his small thrusts become rougher. “You get much, much wetter when you’re close,” he observes. His index finger holds a steady rhythm on your clit as it works counterclockwise over you. “Fuck, I can hear it…can you?”

A whine bubbles in your throat. The zipper of his cargo pants bites against your ass on every downstroke, and you can feel how wet you’ve made the front of his pants. That’s what he gets for only caring enough to pull his cock out while he ripped your cargos off entirely.

“I—fuck. Yes, I’m close, yes,” you choke out, daring to cast your gaze upon where your bodies are connected.

You’re swollen and slick and you can hear it, too. The quick, sharp slaps of his hips against your ass does little to hide the hungry squelching of your cunt. You’ve probably dripped all down his balls at this point. He’s always happier with a big mess in the end anyway.

“Cum when you’ve had enough, Schatzi,” he chirps in your ear, breathless and lost in the wet, suffocating warmth of you—all his doing, of course. The result of far too many minutes spent with his thick cock gently sliding between your folds and nudging itself over your throbbing clit, just to be annoying, before he moved you both to the chair.

You drag in a heavy breath, focusing on the stretch of his cock deep inside your walls as the chair creaks with every desperate drop onto him.

Schatzi. “W-what does that mean?”

You’ve naturally picked up a few German words and phrases here and there from time spent with him, but this one was new. A term of endearment? A degrading nickname? Either could be possible in this moment. The sound and pronunciation couldn’t be more ambiguous to you.

“König?” It came out as a whisper, quickly silenced by the release of your orgasm throughout your body as he forces you down to the base of his cock.

—

You haven’t brought it up since. Neither has he.

Even now it sits in the back of your mind as you divide his hair down the middle into two parts. You remain on your bed, he sits on the floor between your knees with a needle and black thread in hand that he retrieved from the bedside table (stashed there specifically for him).

He lays the hood over his left arm and begins to stitch it quietly as you wind three generous strands of his hair between your fingers at the front of his scalp, pulling taught at the root. You carefully thread more hair in from the sides to have it lay perfectly against the top of his skull when finished. You’ll do a matching one on the right side.

“Let me know if it hurts at all,” you warn as you begin tugging more hair into place.

“Ha, I’ve faced adversaries far worse than your little hands,” he laughs, adjusting the hood in his hand as he pokes the needle in again.

The long vermillion markings under the eye sockets stare back at you over his shoulder. “Yeah, I don’t doubt that.”

It’s hard to not be curious about all of the parts that make up “König”. The mask is one of them.

“Why the tears?” you ask confidently while you establish the first braid.

“Hm?” He quirks his head to follow your voice, pausing the followthrough with the thread as you give an accidental yank to his hair.

“Your mask…under the eyes. Why tears?” You figured it was either something symbolic or just his personal taste. Everyone’s got a gimmick.

It seems like every aspect of his existence is a test of one’s curiosity, and you may have just failed.

He focuses his attention back on the stitch he was occupied with. “Fear tactic.” Oh.

Short and sweet. Simple and straightforward. It makes sense—

“I make them with the blood of my targets.” Oh.

Your fingers lose their rhythm for a moment, caught off-guard by the admission. Not so much surprised by the fact that he would do something like that, but rather that he confessed such a thing…to you.

“So you do that…presently?” How could you resist following up about that? It’s the perfect snare. This is the most you’ve gotten from him in weeks.

A beat of measured silence, yet it’s not uncomfortable. He likes to think about what to say, how to say it, before speaking his thoughts spontaneously.

“Only if I believe it’s truly deserved,” he explains. His tone doesn’t reveal if he’s displeased with the topic of work. “The blood actually doesn’t hold up against the black on its own, so Horangi suggested using bleach underneath so it will show better. If needed.” He runs a finger over a washed-out tear track. “Less maintenance with the chemical.”

It’s…it’s morbid, obviously, but you’re not sure if you expected anything less from someone in this line of work. And, of course, leave it to Horangi to feed the fantasy. They are nearly inseparable, besides the times that König’s with you.

Sometimes it’s hard to imagine him as murderous or malevolent—König, who has the most gentle, innocent blue eyes that have offered nothing but kindness to you, even in moments of fierce, consuming pleasure. König, who you’ve never seen, or heard, raise his voice at anyone in anger. König, who despises small talk because he can’t stand the awkwardness.

König, who enjoys the vibrant red sunsets on base and thunderstorms. König, who prefers blueberries over strawberries. König, who is obsessed with entomology books.

But there’s still another part of him that can take out entire platoons of enemies and have no more than a rip in his beloved hood afterwards.

The man under the facade of a callsign and reputation is someone who you may never truly meet, no matter how much he reveals. It feels like you’ve only met half of him despite knowing as much as you do about him, and that fact has settled as an ache in your chest.

“I see…I know it’s not really my place to ask about that stuff, but it’s hard to not wonder about you sometimes.” You’ve reached the end of the first braid, leaving the tail to sit at the crown of his head amongst the uneven layers he has going on.

You tie it off with a small black elastic. It’s a little messy considering the awkward length of his hair, but it looks like it’s meant to be there.

“It’s fine. I’m a big boy, I think I can handle it.” He gives a comforting laugh, amused at your timidness.

In every facet, he’s right. You can’t help but nod your head in agreement with a small smile, despite the fact that he can’t see your expression. “Well, I can’t disagree with you there.”

You begin the start of the second, and final, braid, grabbing the three strands at the front and twisting them into place as he speaks again. “I know it was my size that drew you to me in the first place,” he states confidently, shoulders shaking in amusement at the tease.

Your mouth gapes in feigned offence. “Wow, okay. Is that a crime?”

“No, not in my eyes. Look, look,” he brushes past the sarcasm, holding and stretching the now intact hood out in front of him to see the effectiveness of his handiwork. The seam is near invisible in the sea of black fabric (a ratty t-shirt).

It’s definitely better than the last one he did a few weeks ago. “Damn, that’s pretty fucking impressive. I’m almost done, hold on.” You hurry to tie off the hair, gently holding the sides of his head to see how even they came out. “Looks good, from up here at least. Come sit, let me see the front.” You pat one of his shoulders, freeing him from the cage of your legs and scooting further onto your bed.

“Danke. My spine didn’t love that, though,” he says with a theatric exhale.

He folds the hood in his lap, setting it on the bedside table with the needle and roll of thread. He all but tumbles back onto the soft sheets, groaning as he stretches his neck and shoulders out and lays comfortably on his back, long legs hanging over the side of the mattress.

His eyes flutter shut from the homely feeling of being in—or on—your bed. “Mm, I think I’ll stay here tonight.”

You acknowledge his thought with a small hum as you lean over his restful form to quickly assess his hair, dragging your fingertips along each side lightly. The shaggy hair will always suit him. It frames his cheekbones and jaw perfectly.

König opens his eyes at your touch. “So how does it look, doc? Will I survive deployment now?”

Another smile from you with a slight roll of your eyes. “I think it’ll do the job. Now go clean the black off your eyes if you’re staying. I don’t want it all over my pillows again.”

—

Soap saw the braids in König’s hair the next day before they deployed. An accident or purposefully, you’re not sure yet.

And now, two days later, he still won’t shut the fuck up about it.

“Would ye do that for me?” he asks, playfully quirking a thick brow.

“Probably not, no.”

An arm shoots out accusingly at you in disbelief. “That’s my point! I—”

“Wouldn’t be able to anyway with that fucking landing strip you call a mohawk.” You poorly stifle a laugh with a tight-lipped smirk.

“Away n’ bile yer heid, I’m just trying to help!” He rubs a hand over his eyes, trying to stave off his laughter too. It’s hard to be in his presence and not be overcome with a state of lively energy.

You’re in Soap’s—and sometimes Ghost’s—room, for no real reason other than company while König is at a (delayed) briefing.

Soap’s sitting on his—and sometimes Ghost’s—bed hounding you about the complex being that is König just because he can. You move about the room, finding things to tidy and organize to busy your mind.

“Have ye gone to town on each other yet?”

“Dude!?” You rip a pillow from under him and whack his head. Hard. His infectious cackling now muffled through the thick pillow.

“You’re insufferable. How the fuck does Ghost put up with you?” You try to suppress your giggling as you drop the pillow and join him on the bed in defeat.

A mischievous grin lines his lips at the question. “Well, he t—”

“No! No. Nope. I don’t need to know. It was rhetorical.” You hold up a hand to silence him, bringing it to cover his mouth. His day-old scruff pricks your palm as he tries to talk through your hand.

“Whatever you say next better be insightful or profound or else I’m gonna suffocate you with your own pillow.”

Soap, in fact, didn’t have anything insightful or profound to say about the situation.

—

König wanders into your room again that night, and he’s filled with a gluttonous desire to consume you in any way that he can.

It’s the least he can do for you. It’s the most you can do for him.

You rut against his clothed cock, straddling his hips tightly while your hands keep a death-grip on his hair. Once again, you find yourself on your bed with him under you, the clock on the bedside table glaring the angry red 12:56am.

His large hands have found their home on your ass, encouraging your pussy—still covered by your underwear—to rock harder over his length, which is still trapped in his briefs.

He breaks away from your mouth when you give a rather forceful roll over him, a surprised gasp slipping through his now rosy lips. His grip on your ass slides down to your quivering thighs, rubbing over them soothingly as you work.

A harmony of softs whines and rough groans dance around the room as your pliant bodies move together. “This is somehow better than sex,” König mumbles, mostly to himself. “I don’t want to admit it, but I can cum like this if you don’t stop,” he adds with an overwhelmed huff. “Fuck, I will cum like this if you don’t stop,” he moans.

You let him, and he holds you tight as if you were something other than casual.

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blackopals-world · 9 months

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Hiii, I have question ab the yuus (any yuus you want)

If they could be sorted into the NRC dorms, which one would they be in?

And may~be what kind of unique magic they would have if they did posses magic? 👉👈

🪡-Tailor!Yuu- Pomefiore

"Let's Stick Together"-Fuse two materials with seamless binds.

Used to fix tears in fabrics and cuts

Can be used to bind someone to an object but the fusion will loosen with enough pulling

🩺-Vet!Yuu-Savanaclaw

"The Lion Sleeps Tonight"- Sedate a target into an instant coma or relieves pain. (Like laughing gas)

Used on unwilling patients and anyone being annoying

Necessary for Spelldrive when players sustain bad injuries that can't be fixed on the field.

🔫-Special Forces!Yuu- Scarabia

"Flower of Adversity"- Summons two weights, strength, and discipline that will attach themselves to the target. The weights are proportional to the target's negative attitude that the caster chooses.

The effect is dispelled if the target overcomes the flaw chosen

It won't work on people too dense to realize their flaws.

Yuu can't find the insecurity to target for the spell to work on Rook.

🌊- Marine Biologist!Yuu- Octavinelle

"Heart of the Sea"- Allows the user to move water no matter the depth.

Used to keep water out of boat and parting the literal sea. Mostly for researching Sea life

Yuu doesn't realize that they are a water bender and doesn't care.

🪶-Harpy!Yuu- Savanaclaw

"Mine!Mine!Mine!"- Give the user the ability to spot valuable objects through any barriers. The objects are highlighted with a sparkling glint.

Used to steal shiny objects.

Note: Kalim is shiny objects

🌷-Gardener!Yuu- Heartslabyul

"Golden Afternoon"- Causes plants to grow at an expositional rate.

Used to instantly get fruits and veggies ready to be harvested

Used to create walls of plants for defense.

🍴-Chef!Yuu- Heartslabyul

"Anyone can cook"- Summons small bag used as interdimensional storage with an unknown capacity. Used to store ingredients and cooking tools

Can store stuff other than food but Yuu has never considered that.

♨️-Onsen!Yuu- Octavinelle

"Be our Guest"- A soothing scent wafts in the air that causes people to relax and forget their worries.

Works like the Lotus Eaters from the Odyssey

The effect makes it impossible to focus on how much you're spending at the spa.

🌙-Celestial!Yuu- Diasomnia

They are a literal God! Do they really need more power?!

Yes

"A Dream is a Wish"- literally grants wishes but only wishes that are the heart's true desires. If the wish isn't clear then it won't come true.

Getting a wish is almost impossible unless you're Silver who never asks for one.

Lilia got one but only because he tricked Yuu. He wished to marry Yuu. Chad move.

🎮-Otaku!Yuu- Ignihyde

"Wildest Dreams"- create a digital simulation that creates lifelike holograms. The simulation can replica any fantasy experience the occupants desire. Functions as an isolated chamber for those inside.

The room can be used to trap people in a simulation of the caster's choosing. The target would need to be very observant to realize they are in a simulation and escape.

The room is soundproof and can used for desensitization for those who get overwhelmed (Idia)

🔮-(???)Yuu-Diasomnia

"Into the Woods"- creates a foggy mist that blankets the area. I mist causes disorientation and over time panic. The targets will become lost and travel in circles while trying to escape.

Yuu has no control over the mist. It follows them.

🎬-Theater kid!Yuu-Pomefiore

"Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious"- A very simple spell despite how it sounds. It just makes it so you can remember rehearsed lines without a script and not stumble over words

Despite how it is used this spell is actually a memory spell. The user can use it to recall even the most deep seeded memories and test answers they studied.

⛓️- Disciplinary Committee!Yuu- New Ramshackle

"Chain the Beast"- Creates an anti-magic field that dispels all spells within the radius. Weakens users within to prevent further casting.

The spell is used to stop all fighting from students and disables them to be taken in by the discipline officers.

The spell is used rarely due to the taxing effect of Yuu which is why they rely on their officers to take over after the spell ends.

🧹-Maid!Yuu- Heartslabyul

"Whistle while you Work"- Animating objects to to do tasks like assisting in cleaning, cooking and dressing.

Very Disney princess meets Fantasia.

💎-Noble!Yuu-Pomefiore

"Mirror, Mirror"- Ask your reflection any question to find the secrets of others. They can even use it to watch other people.

A dangerous spell that Yuu uses to spy on others.

If Yuu uses the reflection of another person allows them to interrogate a target.

🪀-Toymaker!Yuu- Ignihyde

"No Strings"- The caster places a part of their being into an inanimate object and gives it the gift of life.

Yuu has only used this spell once to bring a doll they created to life. This became their little sister Dalia or Dolly.

Given its nature, the spell can't be cast more than a handful of times in a lifetime.

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 8 months

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Could you describe how you see some of the creeps' rooms? Like what they havein there or if their roms are messy or always clean? :)

I decided that for this one, I would do my most popular creeps, if you or anyone else reading would like more headcanons on different creeps, let me know and i will be happy to!

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Toby

Toby's room is located on the third floor of the mansion/manor (havent decided which one i like better) and is the third door on the left

His door doesn't really have anything fancy on it, it is a simple wooden door with his name on a bronze plate, just like the rest of the creeps

His room has a very grunge-esc and indie vibe to it

His bed is a twin sized bed, with a deep brown comforter, faded yellow sheets and two pillows with no pillowcases on them

He has 2 squishmellows, the hamster and the mango, they sit on his bed, and when he sleeps he uses one as an additional pillow, and the other one he hugs tightly to his chest

He has a lot of tapestries, and not many posters

He has posters for the beetles, fleetwood mac, and ozzy osbourne, and they are all on the wall above his bed

The rest of the tapestries are generic designs with skeletons and stars

He has a small couch under the window of his room, that has a small purple blanket thrown over the top of the couch

He has a lot of fake plants and vines in his room, because he can't take care of real plants to save his life

He has a wooden desk, and on that desk he has his laptop, headphones, tablet, hairspray, books, and writing utensils

Amongst those other things, he also has a few dishes on his desk

He uses his closet as a makeshift house for animals he finds (often possums and raccoons) so that he can help them return to full health, before setting them free once more

However, he does have 3 pet raccoons that just kept on coming back after he set them free, so he just kind of uses his closet for them

His clothes are stored on a clothing rack next to his couch

He has one nightstand on the left side of his bed, where he keeps his phone, charger, and in the drawer, he has spare masks, gloves, medications, and bandages/bandaids

He has a tv in his room, on the wall in front of his bed

All things considered, his room isnt too messy, he has a few dirty clothes here and there, and a few dishes, but it's not terrible

Masky

His room is on the third floor, and is the second door on the right

His door is also not decorated, just a simple wooden door with his name on a bronze plate

His room reeks of cigarettes

His bed is right under his window, it is queen sized and is the first thing you see as you open his door

He has basic white sheets, pillows with basic white pillowcases, and a basic brown comforter

He has a desk on the wall to the left of his bed, where he keeps books, notebooks, writing utensils, and his laptop

Next to his desk, he has an array of weapons

Guns, knifes, crossbows, etc

He has them displayed on the wall, he absolutely just stares at them from time to time, very proud of them

He doesn't have many decorations, but he does have a few trinkets Toby and Sally have given him

He has two nightstands, one has a lamp and the book hes reading, and the other has an ashtray and his current pack of cigarettes

In the drawers he has his medications, and his reading glasses (he refuses to accept the fact he's old, be nice to him about the glasses)

The jacket he normally wears is almost always thrown over his desk chair, ready for it to be used the next day

His closet is only really halfway full, so he uses the other half to store his pajamas, socks and underwear

He has a bunch of records and loves to play them

Takes him back to the good ol days

He is probably the second cleanest on this list

Eyeless Jack

His bedroom is on the second floor, and is the first door to your left

His door has been painted black and his entire room is soundproof

The black door is partly because he just likes it that way and partly to differentiate himself from Laughing Jack, which both door plates just read "Jack"

He has a twin sized bed with grey sheets and pillowcases, and a black comforter

His windows are covered by blackout curtains, making his room one of the darkest

Next to his bed, he has a nightstand with a lamp

Thats the only light source he allows

On the other side of his bed, there is a book cart with books (duh) and a few plants

He also has a bookshelf, but all of the books on the shelf are strictly educational books (studies on anatomy, different illnesses for different creatures, etc)

His desk has his laptop, tablet and a stack of notebooks, all full with his neat handwriting and labled with different things

He doesnt have many decorations in his room, but he does have some framed pictures of his friends from around the mansion

He also has a mini fridge with his stash of fresh food, it is kept clean and is restocked once every 2 weeks

He keeps his room spotless, no dust on anything, bed always made, etc

Definetly the cleanest on this list, if not in the entire house

Jeff

Jeff's room is on the second floor, and is the second door on the left

His door is very much decorated with crime scene tape, a stop sign and a small band poster

His room is very dirty, clothes, trash and dishes are strewn about the room, with a small path from his door to his bed

He has a twin sized bed (if you can even call it that) it is a worn out matress on the floor, with no sheets, pillows without a pillowcase, and a black comforter

He has a nightstand with his vape, medications and phone on it

He has a desk with a pc, nintendo switch, hairspray and makeup but he doesn't really sit at his desk much

His walls are completely covered in band posters, pride flags, road signs, and of course, his tv

He has an electric guitar, but he doesn't play it much

He only knows how to play MSI songs, but he is suprisingly good at them

He has a mannequin in his room as well, "Lucy", he named her, she is missing a leg, and four of her fingers on her left hand, jeff has stuck a knife through her eye and placed stickers over where her nipples would be as makeshift pasties

It is a running joke that Lucy is Jeff's one true love, but they have to keep their love a secret because people wouldn't understand them being together

BEN even bought lucy a cheap wig off of amazon, which sits crooked and tangled on her head

Lucy holds Jeff's bags, and his knives

His room doesn't exactly smell bad, but it doesn't smell pleasent

0/10 PLEASE DO NOT GO IN THERE WHATEVER YOU DO, YOU WILL BE MUTATED

BEN

He is on the third floor, and is the third door on the right

His door is a simple wooden door with a bronze plate that says his name

His bed is very low, almost touching the floor

There are no sheets, no pillowcases and a basic blue comforter

He has LED lights on the ceiling, which are almost always turned green

His desk has a full gaming set up, double moniters, and LED headphones, keyboard and mouse

Behind all of that, he has his hairspray, deodorant, and nintendo switch OLED

On the wall in front of his bed, his tv is mounted, under his tv he has a ps5, an xbox1 and an n64

He also has a small bookshelf where he stores all of his physical game copies

He has a bunch of blue light tapestries, almost all of them have at least one skeleton on it

He also has some posters for his favorite animes and video games (Black butler, one piece, the occassional hatsune miku poster...)

SPEAKING OF HATSUNE MIKU

He is throughly obsessed with her

He has a bunch of figurines he keeps around his gaming set up, he has a hatsune miku plush that sits on his shelf of video games, and he also bought a miku body pillow "as a joke"

And you better believe he has a few t-shirts

He keeps the body pillow stuffed under his bed, away from anyone who could possibly see her

I wouldn't say he classifies as a weeb, but he's definitely up there in the ranks

He also has a snack cart by his pc set up, one tier with drinks, the other two with snacks like chips, cookies, pastries, etc

As for cleanliness, i would say he isnt too dirty

He has a few dirty dishes on his desk, a few dirty shirts and hoodies here and there but other than that, his room is pretty clean

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luminnara · 1 year

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the beast inside | wolverine x mutant!reader (18+ ONLY)

Summary: you wake up in a strange, cold military facility...and you aren’t alone.

Warnings: (attempted) breeding, not really ABO but feral man beast vibes, monster fucker adjacent, SEX, fem reader but not super heavily described as such

Your head was throbbing, your brain seemingly attempting to beat its way out of your skull from the inside. That was the first thing you noticed.

The second thing was the cold sterility of your surroundings, the air tasting stale and recycled, the surface beneath your hands smooth and cool like concrete. When you managed to crack your eyes open, you were forced to immediately squint as a harsh, industrial light suddenly made your splitting headache even worse, and when you looked around, you found that your worst fears had been realized.

You had been captured.

The room—if it could even be called a room—was dingy and gray, sparsely furnished with an uncomfortable looking cot and…and that was about it, really. A thin blanket sat folded up on the cot, a luxury you supposed you were meant to be thankful for, and as you crawled to your feet, you felt a shiver run through your body.

That’s when you realized you were completely unclothed, and the threadbare blanket would be your only source of comfort.

You grabbed it with shaky hands, draping it over your shoulders and pulling it close as you turned in a small circle. The walls of your cell looked like plexiglass, or something similar, reinforced with cage-like wiring inside. As you approached one of them, you found yourself staring out into a dim hallway, the light in your cell so bright that you could barely make out anything at all. Despite the glare and the shadows, however, you could see other cells, most of them dim and likely unused...

And one with the light on.

You felt your heart give a hopeful little leap. Maybe you weren’t alone in this place, after all. Maybe this meant you had a chance to escape, or at the very least, socialize and save yourself from spiraling into a lonely sort of delirium. Maybe you could make a friend.

“Hello?” You called out, your mouth feeling dry and your tongue feeling thick. When there was no reply, you realized your cell might be soundproof—but that didn’t stop you from trying again.

“Hello? Is—is there anybody else here?”

This time, you were answered by a roar. A real, honest to god roar, the sort that no regular human could ever hope to make. It sent terror flying up your spine, every single nerve ending on edge as some primal, animal part of your brain recognized it as the roar of a predator.

“S-sorry!” You stammered quickly, stumbling back towards your cot. Was that stupid? Probably, but what else were you supposed to do? There was some sort of monster, just down the hall, and you suddenly regretted making your presence known.

Another angry roar echoed into your cell and you busied yourself with huddling under your blanket. You had definitely pissed the monster off, the roars punctuated with loud, slamming thuds. Oh, fuck, was it trying to get to you now? You curled in on yourself, squeezing your eyes shut as you waited for the sound of shattering glass and then the pain that would come after when this thing ripped you apart.

But there was no shattering glass, only the blunt, muffled thuds of whatever it was trying to get to you. What the hell was this place, that it housed angry-sounding monsters? And why the hell were you trapped there, too?

As you lay curled up on your rickety little cot, you tried to remember everything. You tried to remember anything. You could recall your home, your family, the town you lived in...you could still remember your home phone number, and the job interview you had next Tuesday. Well, for all you knew, it was next Tuesday already, and you had missed it completely...but something told you that you had bigger things to worry about.

Like how you had wound up in this cold, gray cage.

You pulled the thing blanket tighter around yourself as you sniffled. There wasn’t any use in crying, but there wasn’t anything else to do, was there? You knew why you had been brought here. You could guess that it had something to do with those reports in the news, headlines about mutants and think pieces on whether they were a threat to society or not.

No, not they.

You.

Why anybody would want to capture you, you had no idea. You weren’t like the mutants who were always in the news. You didn’t have super strong powers like that Magneto guy, and you couldn’t camouflage yourself in someone else’s skin like the blue lady. You were just...you, just a person, just someone who had always tried to hide and evidently failed. And now, you were trapped in a cell, probably thanks to some kind of government program like the ones you heard rumors and conspiracy theories about, and they hadn’t even given you food.

The thought made you realize how hungry you were, stomach growling pitifully and with impeccable timing.

“Hey!” you barked, wiping away tears and sitting up and letting the blanket fall from your shoulders. “I know someone’s listening right now. I know you’re watching me. What’s it take to get some food around here?”

You weren’t sure what you expected, but you were met with nothing but silence. You craned your neck, looking around at the ceiling, and there you saw it--a small red light, blinking rhythmically, no doubt attached to a camera.

“Come on, what’s your angle here?” you shouted, frustration growing. “Don’t you feed your prisoners?

Still nothing.

You let out a frustrated yell, filled with momentary rage and enough confidence to try to do something--but when you were answered by that roaring monster down the hall, you immediately dove back under the blanket and made yourself as small as possible. If that was some sort of guard dog intended to keep you under control, it was doing a great job of it so far. You were too scared to do any more shouting, and as the hours passed and your hunger grew, you realized you had no choice but to conserve your energy, and you did your best to get some sleep.

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The hours stretched into days.

You kept track by etching tally marks into the floor. With nothing in the form of clippers or files, your nails were left unchecked, and they were quickly growing back out into claws. Short, curved, and wickedly sharp, they were the most physically obvious aspect of your mutation--and you had always tried to hide them. Now, you had no way to, and something told you that was intentional.

Your captors fed you twice a day. Two, sometimes three, men in generic, unspecific military uniforms would stroll down the hall, one with a metal tray in his hands while the other held a rifle. They fed you slop, a beige mixture that looked like it should be served in a trough for pigs, and at first, you had refused it. You had turned your nose up and they had laughed, telling you that you’d break eventually, because even he had, and you were nowhere near as tough as him. You hadn’t known who they’d been talking about initially, but when you’d started seeing the third man joining the other two, you’d realized that it meant they’d be stopping at the cell down the hall...and that that was probably who they were referring to.

Him.

For some reason, knowing that the monster was eating the garbage they gave both of you made you feel a little bit better. It obviously wasn’t poisoned, because he was getting louder and louder by the day, roaring and throwing himself against the walls. Once, you almost caught a glimpse of him, as they pulled him out of his cell and forced him to walk away. You had your face smooshed against the plexiglass, desperate for a look, but all you managed to see was a vaguely human shape before he was out of sight entirely.

It only made you wonder about him more.

The days passed, and you started obediently eating your meals. The slop stopped being revolting as you got used to it, and you actually started looking forward to feeding time. When you saw the soldiers approaching with a tray, you knew it was going to be a good day--they were going to throw a few insults your way and then leave you alone. When they showed up empty handed, though, you knew it would be worse...because that meant they were going to be dragging you down the hall, away from your monstrous neighbor and up to a lab where they took your blood and poked and prodded at you.

They ran tests. They tortured you. You felt icy cold water tubs and burning hot coals. You were pumped full of insulin and shocked with electricity. It seemed like the scientists wanted to try every archaic, disproven science experiment ever recorded, and there was no end in sight.

“Wh-why are you doing this?” you managed to groan one day, vision swimming as you were roused from a quick coma.

“Oh, don’t worry yourself too much,” a man answered. “Just know that you’re going to be very, very helpful here. You’ll be playing a very important role in our program.”

And then your vision went black and your head grew light and you passed out, something you had unfortunately grown used to on lab days. When you came to again, you were back in your cell, naked, as always, but clean as if you had been recently scrubbed down. You grabbed your little blanket, wrapped it around yourself, and collapsed onto your cot, as you always did.

The cycle was becoming repetitive.

You slept when you could, usually waking up when your neighbor down the hall decided it was time to throw a tantrum. You never heard him speak, but you heard the military men refer to him as Weapon X, and that was the only name he was given. You started calling him X in your head, and though it still felt impersonal and cold, just like your prison, it was better than nothing. It made you feel closer to him, somehow, more familiar, and you found yourself wondering what he was like.

He was wondering the same thing about you.

He didn’t know his name. Not really. He didn’t know where he was, or who he was. He was pretty sure that he had, at some point, had another life, but that was far behind him. Now, all he knew was the cage he lived and paced in, the men he always tried to cut in half, and the relatively new, absolutely delicious, smell that had begun wafting down the hall.

The animalistic part of him, the beast inside, knew what it was. An adult female, not a human but a mutant just like him. He was drawn to it, and from the very first moment he had been awoken by your voice, he had known how badly he needed to reach its source. So he threw himself against the walls of his cell until he was bloody, slashing at them with his adamantium claws over and over and over again. He would do whatever it took to get to you, he would destroy himself if he had to…and Stryker’s team knew that. Whenever they took him out for testing, they repaired the cell, giving themselves more time to assess the situation and make a decision. It was clear that Weapon X wanted you, and they were running out of ways to keep him contained. He was going to get to you one way or another, it seemed.

So one day, he was allowed to.

You heard him before you saw him. A siren suddenly blared throughout the facility, rousing you from your sleep, and you found yourself bathed in a red light rather than the usual bright white. Panic flooded your system and you immediately jumped to your feet, hoping that something had happened and this was your chance to escape—but you found the walls of your cell firmly intact, and your confusion only mounted.

Then, you heard the snarling, and you knew it was him.

Your cell door slid open and for a moment, you felt relief washing over you. There were no soldiers waiting on the other side with guns and cattle prods, just a long, almost empty hallway. At the sound of heavy footsteps, however, you stepped back towards your cot, suddenly wondering if you would prefer to met by the soldiers rather than X.

When he appeared in front of you, your mouth suddenly went dry.

He was just as naked as you were, covered in a sheen of sweat as his chest rose and fell with heavy, ragged breaths. You could feel your face absolutely burning as you desperately tried to keep your eyes from wandering too far down, gluing them to slightly more respectable areas rather than where they really wanted to roam. Refusing to give in, you focused on his torso, taking in the sight of his broad, well muscled chest as you slowly gathered the courage to make your way up.

When you did, you realized he was handsome, with dark hair and bright, intelligent eyes, and he was lighting some sort of fire inside you that you didn’t know was there.

His nostrils flared, taking in your scent. As he stepped into the cell, the door slid shut behind him, and you were trapped—alone, with this beast of a man, and no way out. Was that a bad thing? …should you be scared? You tried to swallow and expected to feel the usual panic rising in your chest, but you suddenly found yourself feeling incredibly calm, and as X walked towards you, you realized why.

He didn’t want to hurt you. There was nothing overly aggressive in his body language. His movements were cautious, yes, measured and wary, but…he seemed curious above all else, watching you, studying you. He moved like an animal, a predator, trying to decide whether you were friend or foe. Honestly? Judging by those muscles, you didn’t have much of a chance against him, so you were hoping you came off as friendly.

“H-hey,” you managed to choke out, voice rough from disuse. You sounded meeker than you had intended, but you stood your ground, facing him as he drew closer. “Hey.”

X froze, tilting his head as he listened. Thinking. Waiting. He was cautious, learning about you in that intelligent, uncanny way that predators learn about their prey.

You expected a reply of some kind, but when none came, you cleared your throat.

“I-I, uh—whoa,” you reeled back as he suddenly leaned in, nose pressed against your neck.

He inhaled deeply, breathing in your scent, and you felt a chill fly down your spine. His skin was so warm, and there was suddenly so much of him all around you, the musky, masculine smell of his body flooding your senses as he pressed himself against you.

You didn’t know what you should do. You didn’t know what you could do. But what you did know was that as his hands found your waist, his grip was surprisingly gentle, as if X was afraid of breaking you somehow. He was gentler than you thought possible for someone who roared and slammed into the walls of his cell all day long, but as much as you wanted to marvel at his soft, caring behavior, he didn’t seem too keen on giving you the chance.

With his nose still pressed against your neck, he pulled you up against him. You were barely aware of the sound of the door sliding shut somewhere in the distance, trapping you there with this absolute beast of a man who seemed intent on feeling every part of you. And after so many weeks of isolation, you were so touch starved that you were happy to let him run his hands up and down your sides.

They were big and warm, softer than you had imagined. Everything about his appearance suggested that his fingers should be rough and covered in callouses, but as he grasped your lower back, they felt perfectly smooth. When you raised nervous, shaky hands and cautiously placed them on his own back, you found that he was free of scars and blemishes, as well. Who was this wild man, with his thick, dark hair and beard, and his gravelly, throaty growl? Why was he imprisoned there with you, and, more importantly, why were you suddenly together?

Your hands slipped down his sides and he seemed to almost curl around you, nudging at you gently with his nose as if he enjoyed the feeling. As you gave him a small push, though, he withdrew slightly, taking a step back when you repeated the motion and looking down at you in confusion.

“What’s your name?” You asked as you looked at his face. When he was silent, you continued with, “…do you have a name?”

He paused in thought and then nodded slowly, his eyes glued to yours with such intensity you wanted to look away out of instinct.

“Can you tell me what it is?”

He grunted and shook his head, then closed the distance between the two of you and returned to his previous investigation of your body and scent. You held still, though you were becoming significantly less nervous as time passed and you hadn’t been torn to pieces yet. X felt your hips and back and shoulders, holding your head in a clumsy yet gentle grip as he gazed down at you. You felt that it was safe to assume he couldn’t, or simply wouldn’t, speak, but you were finding that his body language was fairly easy to read, and his intentions were clear as day:

He liked you.

He really, really liked you.

He was watching your face carefully, waiting for something. Waiting for you to move or reply, to give him permission or deny him. Honestly, you found him incredibly handsome, and something about his features, something about his eyes was utterly captivating. He had yet to speak, and maybe he never would…but you could see that he wanted to communicate with you, and you somehow knew that he wasn’t going to do anything unless you moved first.

When you placed a hand on his jaw, a low rumble sounded from his chest, and you guessed that he was pleased with your response to his advances. He turned his head and practically nuzzled into your palm, nostrils flaring as he took in your scent. You found that his beard was softer than it looked, and that somehow, he was perfectly healthy, despite his living conditions. Well…physically healthy, at least.

“Why are you here?” You tried asking.

His eyes never left yours, even as his hands slipped away from your hips. He raised a fist in front of you and you watched the muscles in his arm flex, tendons straining as three sharp, silver metal claws slid out from the back of his hand, piercing the skin between his fingers as they elongated.

Your eyes widened as you took in the sight. So he was a mutant, just like you...maybe more like you than you even knew.

“How long have you been here?” You asked, eyeing the claws warily. They were sharp and straight, like knives, and there was no doubt in your mind that a guy like him, wielding weapons like those, could do some serious damage. You preferred not to be on the receiving end of them.

X let out a grunt and dropped his hand to his side, the claws sliding back inside.

“…does that hurt?” You asked.

Another grunt and a shake of his head. Alright, that was a no, then, and you got the feeling that he didn’t want to talk about it anymore. It was obvious that he was growing impatient, and when both of his hands returned to your waist, he tightened his grip and pulled you up against him. That rumble was back in his chest, seeming to vibrate your entire skeleton as your skin met his.

It sent shivers up your spine. While you had been far too nervous to spend much time looking at any part of him below his waist, you could feel him there, pressed so close, and only a fool wouldn’t know what he wanted.

You were a little surprised to find that you wanted the same thing.

With your face growing incredibly warm, you tried to focus on his eyes. They were glued to you once more, watching your every move. His nostrils twitched. His shoulders rose and fell steadily with his breathing. He was waiting for you, holding himself back despite the straining muscles you felt against your abdomen. As your hand slipped up the side of his neck, you found that you enjoyed the feeling of him there with you, and you couldn’t deny the excitement that you felt building up within yourself.

Maybe it was because you had been so isolated for so long. Maybe you were so incredibly touch starved that you were perfectly willing to fuck the first kind soul you’d encountered in this entire godforsaken facility. Or maybe this was something more akin to fate, an almost cruel joke that you would find a man as enticing as him in a place like that. The reason didn’t really matter to you, not at all; the only thing that mattered was the feeling of his rough hands dipping between your thighs after you gave him a nod, and the heat of his breath against your neck as he nuzzled into you.

His fingers were clumsy. Desperate. There was no softness in his motions, no romance...and yet you still sucked in a shaky, surprised breath when they dipped inside of you. X let out a pleased sound, something close to his grunts from before but so much sexier, and when he withdrew his hand, you watched with wide eyes as he licked it clean. Judging by the growl, he seemed to enjoy the taste of you.

He pulled back and turned you around quickly, pressing you into the wall as he grabbed your hips again, roughly this time. At the feeling of his cock teasing you from behind, you let out a gasp, and when he thrust inside, you almost couldn’t believe how good it felt. The stretch was delicious, the sensation of him pushing deeper making your fingers curl into fists. He fucked you like a starved man, whose only meal was you, and whose very survival depended on fucking you senseless.

You moaned and whined, jumping as his hands moved up to grab at your tits. He squeezed you wherever he could, leaving behind bruises that bloomed just like your building orgasm…and when you came, the snarl he let out had you immediately tipping even further over the edge, eyes squeezed shut as you cried out.

X came inside you, cock pulsing as he filled you. It wasn’t until he stepped back and you felt the cool air of your prison cell that you realized exactly how hot his skin was, and as he stood there, shiny with sweat, chest heaving, dark eyes watching you, you knew that you’d be going for a round two. And three. And as many as you could fit in before someone came to drag him away from you again. Because now, as you approached him on shaky legs and placed a hand on his jaw, you realized exactly how much you liked your wild, terrifying neighbor from down the hall.

#wolverine x reader #Wolverine #the beast inside #X-men #x men x reader #wolverine x you #logan howlett #logan howlett x reader #wolverine x y/n

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tom-holland-parker · 2 years

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A Good Man

Summary: When Bucky has a nightmare all he wants if for you to hold him close

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!reader

Word count: 1272

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The scream woke you up. You sleepily sat up already knowing the cause of the noise. When Tony had told you there were soundproof rooms he didn’t take into account the air vent that connected your room with Bucky. You’d been hearing it for months but chose not to say anything, not wanting him to feel embarrassed. You spent countless nights wishing you could go to his room and comfort him, but you knew Bucky, he’d tell you he’s fine before you even get the chance to ask if he’s okay.

Tonight was different though, the little voice in the back of your head was screaming at you to check on him, at least knock on his door and ask if he needed something, anything just to hear his voice.

You sighed, trudging out of bed, you grabbed your robe and walked barefoot on the cold tiles towards his room. Listening closely, you pressed your ear to the door in hopes to hear something that would tell you he was somewhat okay but you were met with only silence.

“Bucky” You said quietly as you knocked on the door. Seconds passed before you reached for the doorknob, surprised when you noticed it was unlocked. “Bucky I know it’s late I was just checking to see if you were-”

There he sat, in a messy pile of blankets and pillows on the floor. The tears on his face were visible due to the moonlight that lit the room. His head shot up to look at you, “y/n” he said as he quickly looked away from you in hopes that you wouldn’t see him crying. “What are you doing up?” His voice was barely above a whisper

You bit your lip as you tiptoed into the room, shutting the door behind you before walking towards the bed where you sat on the edge. “I just wanted to check on you and make sure you were okay”

You watched as his shoulders slumped and he stared at his hands, “Did I wake you?” the sadness in his voice broke your heart.

“Yeah” You whispered quietly as you moved to get up from the bed. You didn’t have to look at his face to know he was even more disappointed with himself. The urge to hold him close was overwhelming as you slowly moved to sit next to him, “Do you want to talk about it?”

You placed your hand gently on his back, feeling the thin layer of sweat that covered his body, “Or not, I can leave if you want me too”

He stayed quiet, enjoying the feeling of your hand moving up and down his back, “ever since Steve left I’ve had this recurring dream that I’m losing control again” he paused, twiddling with his fingers, “I’m just so scared that I’ll lose all the progress I’ve made and end up hurting everyone again”

You bit your lip, watching as he moved to face you. The look of fear and sadness in his eyes made you want to cry, “I’m just so scared that I’m not a good man."

You pulled him close, his head resting on your chest as your arms wrapped tightly around him. "Bucky" Tears began to fall from his eyes, wetting your shirt as he broke down. You stay quiet, your hand rubbing his back soothingly.

The room went silent after a few minutes, your hand continuing to rub his back. You looked around the room, noticing how everything except the tiny pile of blankets you were laying in seemed untouched, as if no one had lived in it. You frowned at the idea of bucky feeling out of place in his surroundings.

“I’m sorry” His voice was quiet as he moved away from your embrace, “I woke you up and now I'm basically unloading my baggage on you, that’s not fair. You should go to bed, I’ll try to keep quiet”

“Bucky, you’re my friend and I love you and I’m not going to let you go through this by yourself. So,” You got up from the floor and walked over to the closet, “You’re going to change your clothes, I'm gonna put some new sheets on the bed and we’re going to lay down”

5 minutes. That all it took before Bucky was back in your arms, both of you laying in bed as your fingers gently ran through his hair, “You know I only joined the avengers because of you” You confessed in a whisper

“What?” he lifted his head slightly to look at you, "that's not true, you're one of the smartest people on the team they were practically begging to get you on"

You chuckled moving your body to be face to face with him, "yes they were begging but for the longest time I didn't want to come"

Bucky stayed silent waiting for you to continue your story, "I had done so many bad things in the past I never thought that I could do any good with my life. And then one day Steve Rogers comes knocking on my apartment door begging me to hear him out" you smiled at the memory, "so we're sitting down in my kitchen and he's telling me stories of his best friend Bucky Barnes who stuck by his side every moment as kids and always put people before himself. And he told me all about the torture you went through and how even after all the bad you did that not a day goes by that he doesn't see the same person he saw back in the 40s. The same person that would stick up for the scrawny little guy no matter how bad the situation was"

"I didn't know he saw me that way" Bucky whispered, tears forming in his eyes. Your hand moved to caress his face. "After I spoke with him I thought to myself if someone still had the chance to be a hero even after all the bad maybe there was a shot for me"

"You're the first person besides Steve who made me feel comfortable here" Bucky said in a hushed tone, as if he was sad to say it, "everyone was sort of okay with me because Steve said they had to be, not that I blame them I'd be hesitant too but it's like everyone is walking on eggshells around me waiting for me to slip up just once. Then you came along and made me feel like maybe I wasn't a total fuck up"

"Bucky you're an amazing person. A true hero in my eyes and the definition of a good man" you watched him crack a smile as he grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers.

"Thank you" he said before kissing your hand. You both were exhausted, fighting to keep your eyes open.

"You're welcome" you yawned pulling your body closer to his as you both held each in silence, sleep taking over your bodies

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The next morning you woke to the feeling of Bucky's fingers trailing gently over your body, tracing every curve as if he was trying to memorize you in this exact state, "good morning" you say as you rub your eyes

"Good morning" Bucky gives a say smile still staring at you in adoration, "thank you for last night, that was probably the most I've slept in weeks"

"Anytime" you smiled before placing a gentle kiss on his forehead, "I have an early morning meeting but if you ever want to do this again I'll be glad to help"

Bucky chuckled, "I think I'll take you up on that offer"

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crims0nwritess · 1 year

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Hi how are you?

Can I request a peter parker x male reader where peter and reader are trying to spend some time together alone but keep getting interrupted by the avengers. Mostly peter and reader trying to watch movies,eat snacks and make out with some touching ( reader mostly touching/grabbing peters butt ) but due to the avengers they keep moving to different spots but are found every single time until they both put their foot down and tell them not to disturb them as they want to relax.

Please and thank you :)

Hello! Im good, thanks for asking! Thats an awesome idea! Thank you for the request!

Again???

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Peter Parker x Male!reader

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Summary: Peter and Y/N want just one minute of alone time, unfortunately, living with 20+ people means thats probably not gonna happen

Warnings: Slight touching, kissing

Notes: Reader has dr. Strange magic

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You sat on your bed, scrolling through your phone mindlessly for the past hour or 2, not really knowing what to do with yourself, until you heard a familiar knock at your window.

You turned your head towards the noise, only to see your boyfriend waving like a toddler with a goofy smile on his face, his spidersuit still visible on his neck.

You got up and opened the window, peter smiling even wider as you did.

"Have you ever came through my door?" You asked, kneeling down slightly to look at his fce through the open window.

"I dont think so, no" Peter said as he hopped through your window and sprung up excitedly, throwing his gloved hand up to your cheek and placing a small kiss on your lips.

You smiled widely as you close the window and Peter went into the bathroom to change, you hopped on the bed again and waited patiently for Peter to come back.

After Peter changed out of his suit he came out of the bathroom and spread your arms wide, your hand waggling, gesturing for him to come over and a smile plastered on your face.

Peter smiled and waddled over to you, now in more comfortable clothes, he came over and slung his legs over your hips, grabbing onto your shoulders and pressing his lips against yours.

Your hands went down to his waist as you moved your lips against his, both of your mouths moving in perfect sync as you pulled him closer to you on your lap.

Knock knock knock

Peter pulled away from your lips with a confused face as the knock on your door subsided.

"Who is it?" You called out.

"Its kate can I come in?" Kate asked outside your door.

You looked over at Peter who gave you a nod and rolled off your lap onto the bed by your side, Kate opened the door and walked in, sprinting over to you and sitting on the other side of you, showing you something on her phone.

"Ok so there was this guy today who came in and- wait was I interrupting something?" She asked as she saw Peter by your side.

"Umm, no, nope your fine" You said awkwardly as you and Kate continued your conversation.

That was the first time this happened.

The second time, you were in the living room, it was late at night and you and Peter wanted to watch a movie on the big, Avengers TV, Peter picked out and turned on the movie and you soundproofed the room, using a spell, you cast a wave of orange light over the room and knew you were all set, you sat on the couch next to him and threw a blanket over both of you.

Peter threw an arm around you and you set your head on his shoulder as the movie started, a star wars movie, of course, Peter picked the movie.

It was a total of 5 minutes before they were interupted again.

"What the hell are you two doing up so late?" Steve asked as he walked into the room.

"We just wanted to watch a movie on the big TV" Peter said turning his attention to Steve.

"Absolutely not its midnight go to bed" Steve said grabbing the remote from the table and turning off the TV, you and Peter rolled your eyes and threw the blanket off.

"And why are YOU up mr. Rogers?" You asked tauntingly.

"I had to pee, thank you very much" Steve explained.

"Now go to bed, both of you, and seperate rooms!"

"What?!" You and Peter asked simultaneously.

"Shh! You'll wake everyone up!" Steve whisper-yelled.

"I soundproofed the room moron" Y/N said.

"Ohhh that explains why I couldnt hear the TV... but hey! Dont talk to me that way young man!" Steve said.

"'Young man' you're so old" You said as you and Peter walked away.

"Hey!"

"We're going! Dont worry"

"Seperate rooms!"

"Yeah yeah whatever..."

The third time, you and Peter were up at midnight... again, sneaking into the avengers kitchen for a late night snack, you barely got the fridge open before Clint dropped from the vents.

"Ow! Shit im too old for that" Clint said as he groans in pain and stands up from falling, pointing a finger towards you.

"Bed, now" Clint said.

"You too? What did Steve pay you or something?" You asked.

"Actually he did, got 50 bucks" Clint smiled.

"Ooh chocolate gimme some"

You kept the bag away from him and evenly distributed the chocolate 3 ways for you, Clint and Peter.

The fourth time, it was getting a bit annoying, you were on the rooftop, right after Peters patrol, his mask was pulled just a bit above his mouth and his lips were pressed against yours, your hands were slowly trailing down his back and he was gently pressing you down onto the roof, eventually, your tounges were dancing against each other as your hands were cupping the curves of Peters butt, you smiled against his lips before you heard a noise coming from above.

"Ohhhhh man! Get you some spider boy!" You heard from above, your eyes go wide as Peter pulls off of you quickly, looking up at the falcon laughing and flying above you, Peter pulled his mask down and got off of you, helping you up quickly afterwards.

"Screw you sam!" Peter yelled.

"Aww, what did I ever do to you?" Sam giggled.

This had happened to you 3 more times next week, and finally, you both had enough.

The final time, you and Peter had made SURE, you were alone, you were in the lab, making some upgrades to Peters suit, well, Peter was, you didnt really understand all that stuff so you just admired his cute face as he worked away.

"What?" He asked as he noticed you staring.

"Nothin, your just cute" You said, making him blush and look away.

You got up and placed your hands on his cheeks, moving his head towards yours and placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

"Hey guy- nevermind i'll come back later" Bruce said as he entered the lab.

You sigh as you break away from his lips, rolling your eyes and making a face that said 'fed up'

"How many times has that happened?" Peter asked.

"Too many" You grabbed his hand and walked with him to the conference room, pressing your finger on the intercom button.

"Attention all avengers, if you see Y/N and Peter alone together, please do not disturb them" You started.

"That means like, always, unless we say otherwise" Peter added on.

"Thank you." You finished.

You looked up at Peter and smiled, feeling somewhat at peace and kissed him again.

"What are you guys talking about?" Tony asked barging in.

"OUT" You and Peter said.

"Fine! Why are yelling at me..." Tony said and closed the door as you kissed Peter again and he lifted you onto the table.

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nerdpoe · 10 months

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The Definition of Valor, part 1 of the To Live with Honor and Bravery series

Part 2, AO3

When Tim had been attacked by Widower, he’d opened with a slash at Tim’s eyes. Tim had dodged, but not quick enough, and the protective lenses had shattered. Tim had attempted to fight through the sudden pain and fucked vision regardless.

Then he’d gotten stabbed in the spleen, which was just shit.

He had only barely managed to drive himself and Pru back to the hotel, his sight full of black spots and nausea-inducing fragmented vision. But he’d done it.

And then he’d woken up to an all-encompassing blanket of nothing .

He could hear some sort of liquid bubbling and sloshing, people murmuring in League dialect, and could feel the bandages wrapped around his face.

Wait.

League dialect.

Tim was terrified, but refused to allow it to show.

Facts. He needed to take his surroundings into account, he needed to gather what information he could before he did anything .

He was laying on a metal surface, but it didn’t feel like a table. Probably a surgical bed.

He was not restrained. Their mistake, King Snake had seen to it that he would always be able to fight regardless of whether or not he could see the enemy.

His face was bandaged, so the Lazarus pit hadn’t been involved. Yet. Tim was under no illusions, if Ra’s thought it was required to make sure his new toy could function, he would gladly toss Tim in the Pit.

Unless this was some twisted new way to exercise control.

Fuck. Fuck . How was he supposed to do anything like this? Casework, Wayne Industries work, patrol, grappling from one building to the next-!

Oh God, grappling .

Would he ever be able to fly again?

He forced his hands into fists to hide their shaking as he lurched up and off of the bed he was laying on, introducing the first person to touch him to the dirt. Then the next, and the next, and the one after that-soon he was standing on uneven ground, panting and surrounded by unconscious assassins as he desperately listened for any other enemies in the room.

The assassins had done him a favor; they’d provided a fight for Tim to ground himself with.

“Little Detective, are you quite done?”

Chills traveled down Tim’s back as he turned to face the approximation of where Ra’s was.

“What did you do to me?” What was supposed to come out as rough and demanding, embarrassingly enough, only managed to come out as a small and broken whisper.

He heard Ra’s take a step closer.

Tim took a step back.

Ra’s chuckled.

“My doctors had just finished removing the debris from your eyes, when I had a thought.”

Ra’s kept walking closer.

Tim kept backing away.

And then Tim could not back away anymore, courtesy of the wall behind him.

“You get distracted, Little Detective, by anything and everything around you; so why not do you a favor?”

No. No , this sick fuck had deliberately -!

A hand gripped his chin and forced his head to tilt up.

“A few drops of perfectly diluted acid was all it took.”

Tim was gonna be sick. He needed to take off the stupid bandages, needed to get away from the creepy old guy fondling his face, needed…

He needed Dick. He needed Bruce.

Fuck, he’d even take Jason .

“The League will be your eyes, Timothy; you don’t need to worry about a thing. Just like blinders on a horse, no? Now you won’t be distracted.”

But Ra’s was no fool; Tim knew that wherever he was had a high chance of being soundproofed, completely isolated, and nearly inescapable.

“I will give you the tools you need to get started, Little Detective, but I expect you to get on your feet and back to searching for the Council of Spiders as promised. You have two weeks.”

The hand released his chin, and Ra’s footsteps stalked away.

Tim sank down and put his head between his knees.

He just needed to hold on long enough to get out of the compound, and then he could call for help.

~~~~~~

He had been given the room Tam was in, so that he would ‘adjust’ better.

So Tam was there when the blindfold came off.

Tim couldn’t see her, but that didn’t surprise him.

Ra’s was many things, all of them bad; but when he was trying to prove a point, he rarely lied.

Tim couldn’t bring himself to do anything beyond stare at where he knew he should have been seeing his hands.

Tam cried for both of them.

Tim was too busy planning to give his emotions more than a passing glance.

~~~~~~

The first thing Ra’s insisted on him learning had been technology.

Tim had already proven that he could still fight, so most of his lessons had been on how to utilize a screen he couldn’t see.

Tim found the current technology for the blind to be infuriatingly lacking, and was in the process of utilizing a text to speech program to create his own code to base assistance apps off of. It was excruciatingly slow going, and Tam had to review literally every little thing he did for typoes, but he created the bare bones.

From there, he’d managed to get his hands on some keyboard braille stickers, and partnered with the voice command program he’d created?

The rest was cakewalk.

~~~~~~

By the end of the week, he knew he’d grown complacent .

He knew where things were in the compound, and felt a sense of ease and familiarity that he did not want.

He was…becoming comfortable.

That was dangerous.

It meant that Ra’s demented plan was working .

Fine.

Tim just had to make sure that by the time he left, there would be nothing to return to.

~~~~~~

Ra’s had made a huge mistake, although it would be some time before Tim let him know it..

He had given Tim access to the armory.

“To make certain that your…outfit is better suited to your new outlook on life,” the dick had said before striding out on almost silent footsteps.

Tim contained himself. Just barely, but he did it.

Ra’s would get his.

Tim would make sure of that.

With the assassins ordered to assist him, Tim managed to create a type of sensory sonar in his cowl.

Added a program to his comm that would automatically hack the cameras around him and alert him in a specialized shorthand of how many people were around him, where they were in relation to him, and what they looked like.

Altered his grappling gun so that it sought out the best place to aim for by itself.

The lenses in his mask were utilized to discern the best throwing angle for projectiles, and provide that feedback to his comm. Otherwise, his comm would use available cameras in the area to direct his aim.

Restructured where his cape attached to his suit, so that it could better function as an emergency parachute should he need it and not strangle him.

The vocal commands required to navigate his tech were shortened to specific clicks and whistles.

Then the assassins were adequately distracted by arguing over the schematics that he and Tam had worked on the night before, he discreetly rearranged the trackers so that they would be easier to remove when the time came.

And if the schematics the assassins had pulled up on their screens also happened to have a tiny little program working in the background?

Well.

Ra’s had given Tim such a gift , and it would only be polite to leave one just as good in turn.

~~~~~~

Tim was three days away from being sent off to face down and finish off the Council of Spiders, and he had gotten into the rhythm of his new fighting style.

The comm in one ear, the cowl alerting him to proximity threats, the grapple seeking out safe areas to aim for-it was becoming as natural as breathing.

So of course, in the middle of a sparring session with one of his ‘helpers’, Ra’s threw out an EMP.

The complete lack of feedback was so disorienting that Tim not only staggered, but stood there without defending himself in a bewildered daze. Well, stood there right up until he got laid out on the ground.

“You must get better, Little Detective,” Ra’s chided from his corner of the room, “You cannot be anything less than perfect .”

The way Ra’s tone changed at the last word gave Tim the chills.

Every single ‘stranger danger’ lecture he’d had in school, every single ‘how to spot a child predator’ lecture he’d gotten from Bruce; they were all flooding his mind.

He didn’t want to know what Ra’s definition of ‘perfect’ was for Tim.

He could not stick around to find out.

But it wasn’t time to leave just yet.

Tim hauled himself up, got into position, and got to work.

~~~~~~

Tim and Tam slept in shifts.

She didn’t like how Ra’s looked at Tim.

She said he looked hungry, that he wore the exact same expression that made her grab her friends and leave bars.

Since they couldn’t leave, she instead suggested the shifts.

He knew that she wouldn’t be given the time to alert him if anything went wrong, but it made her feel better. It made her feel like she was doing something instead of just…waiting.

He understood that.

It was easier to fall asleep with her hand combing through his hair, anyways.

~~~~~~

Tim couldn’t see the explosions, but he could hear them.

He was also cursing himself for not recording them.

Now he had nowhere to turn for comfort that would be associated with Ra’s Al Ghul, and he had to move on and keep moving.

Perfect.

Ra’s would never have him.

~~~~~~

Ra’s had almost gotten him, but Tim had managed to win again.

His prize?

Getting kicked out of a window.

~~~~~~

Tim woke up to the hollow sound of a room made of stone, the quiet steps of another person, and the hum of electrical equipment.

He shifted his head slightly, and the flesh colored comm in his ear started chattering away about his surroundings.

He listened for a few seconds before hauling himself into a sitting position.

Alfred was on the other side of the bunker, the bunker was empty save for the two of them, and the butler moved with the assured air of someone who had no reason to rush.

Then Alfred turned and made his way to Tim, apparently holding a box of some sort.

Alfred stopped a foot away from where Tim sat on the bed.

Then he stepped forward and gently cradled Tim’s face.

Unlike Ra’s, Tim leaned into the touch.

“Oh, Master Tim,” Alfred sighed, brushing his hair out of his face, “What have they done to you, my boy?”

Tim tried to smile.

Given the hug he was wrapped in, he felt it was safe to say he’d failed.

He gave as good as he got, and Alfred was the one to step back from the hug after a good four minutes of it.

“I assume you do not want Master Dick to know?”

Tim shook his head, desperately scrubbing at his face to get rid of all evidence of tears.

He wasn’t ready. The time wasn’t right. Dick would overreact and bench him. He’d be seen as less.

A small box was gently pressed into his hand, interrupting his thoughts.

“Then put these on, dear boy; they will hide the worst of the damage, provided you do not give anyone enough time to realize they are contacts.”

Tim only barely got them in by the time Dick came down to the Bunker, and managed to bullshit his way through the conversation well enough to leave as soon as he could.

~~~~~~

Tim would never get used to contacts, but it was the best way to prevent cursory glances from family and friends realizing that he wasn’t, ah…well. To prevent them from finding out by accident.

No, he would tell who he wanted in the order he desired.

And he definitely wasn’t speeding up that schedule due to his hatred of the little eyeball torture devices.

“Call Kon,” he ordered, leaning back in his chair in the Nest.

When Kon had told him he was alive, Tim had been able to hide his eyes with the cowl and all his gadgets.

When Tim had hugged Kon after he allowed himself to process that Kon was alive, the cowl and all his gadgets had again kept his secret.

But things had calmed down, and Tim was ready.

“Tim? What’s up?”

Oh. This was going to be harder than he’d thought.

The nerves he’d managed to avoid up to that point started making themselves known, a writhing pit of anxiety just under his ribs.

Tim knew he was strong, Tim knew that he’d overcome nearly impossible odds, and he knew that if there was one word that would never apply to him, it was weak .

“Tim? You okay? Your pulse just skyrocketed, man.”

But what if Kon thought he was?

Logically Tim knew he’d just have to kick his ass to clear the air, but mentally?

Mentally Tim was waking up in an assassin compound again, trying not to vomit as an older man far too interested in him to be safe violated his personal autonomy. The same older man who had taken away something as precious as his sight in the name of control, and then called it a favor .

Tim took a deep breath. Then another.

Maybe one more for good measure.

“Tim?”

This wasn’t working.

“Kon, can. Can you come over?”

The line disconnected.

Tim hid his face in his hands and drew his knees to his chest, just as Kon let himself into the Nest with his own personal access codes Tim had granted him.

“Tim, buddy, you good?”

A hand carefully rested itself on Tim’s shoulder, and he felt Kon lean back so that he was leaning on the desk.

“What.” Tim stopped, swallowing.

Kon waited.

Tim took a shaking breath.

“Is there anything that could happen to me that would make you think I’m weak?” Tim had tried to sound controlled, really, he had.

But the words jumbled together, quiet and afraid.

Kon stiffened, the hand on Tim’s shoulder tightening.

“Who do I have to kill?” Kon whispered, his thumb moving in a comforting circular motion.

Tim snorted.

“Not joking, Rob. Did someone…just. Who hurt you?” Kon stepped away from the desk and with very, very controlled movements and a tension Tim could feel through the hand still trying to comfort him, leaned down so that he was shorter than Tim.

“Do you need a doctor? Are you bleeding? Do you need me to stop touching you?”

Tim shook his head no to it all.

“It’s in the past, Kon. It happened…it happened before you came back. I just need you to know I’m used to it now. I just. I.”

Tim took a deep breath and pulled his hands away from his face, turning so that he was facing where Kon was. Like ripping off a bandaid, really.

Kon stopped breathing.

Tim knew that he was going over every time he’d seen Tim, narrowing down who he had been with or around during the time frame he’d provided.

When he started breathing again, it was odd and strangled.

“ Ra’s ,” Kon snarled, starting to stand up.

Tim’s hands shot out and grabbed Kon’s arm.

And even though he could have easily just stepped away, the Super stilled.

“You’re the first person I’ve told,” Tim blurted out, trying to explain why Kon couldn’t leave yet, “Everyone who knows found out against my wishes, but you; you’re the first person I wanted to tell.”

‘ I need you here more than I need you hunting down an immortal assassin ’, though unsaid, hung clearly in the air.

Kon took some deep, measured breaths of his own, and then leaned over Tim to pick him up.

Tim barely prevented himself from kicking out and ruining his precious set up, instead putting Kon in a chokehold that would have dropped any human.

Then they were on Tim’s couch, and Kon was putting on a movie, and in bits and pieces over the night, Tim explained what had happened to him, bracketed on both sides by Kon’s legs as his best friend clung to him like he was going to vanish.

They fell asleep like that, tangled together and safe .

~~~~~~

Kon stared at the wall over Tim’s head, feeling his eyes heating up as he desperately tried not to melt a hole in Tim’s headquarters.

Ra’s Al Ghul.

Ra’s Al Ghul .

The name kept bouncing around his head, taunting him.

He tightened his grip on Tim, eliciting a tired groan before the shorter teen readjusted and settled down again.

Fuck, he’d deliberately blinded Tim. Tried to force Tim to rely on him so much that he’d willingly join the League. He’d implied that his intentions with Tim were so bad that the civilian he’d been trapped with had offered to sleep in shifts.

That.

Kon.

Kon was going to kill him.

Kon was going to rip him to shreds .

The Red Hood situation had been messed up, but Rob had come back and assured them it had been a misunderstanding.

So Kon had left it alone.

He’d kept an eye on Hood, of course, and was always prepared to take the man out if he ever stepped out of line again, but ultimately he steered clear.

Because Tim had asked. Because Tim had pulled Kon aside and done everything just shy of begging him not to get involved. It was a Gotham issue, it was a family issue, it was a Bat issue, they just needed time, Tim didn’t care about Hood anyways-

So he’d acquiesced.

But Ra’s Al Ghul was different.

He wasn’t a Gotham problem, he was a worldwide one. That meant he was fair game.

The old fuck couldn’t revive if there weren’t any Lazarus Pits.

Kon started trying to untangle himself from Tim, shushing him as his best friend protested in his sleep.

“It’s okay Tim, I’m just gonna go make sure he can’t hurt you again,” Kon whispered, only to be met with Tim somehow managing to shove both his arms up Kon’s shirt in his sleep.

Four more minutes of maneuvering himself, and he was finally freed from Tim’s grip and rising above Gotham. He stretched his hands before curling them into fists; it was time to make sure that asshole never, ever hurt Tim again.

There was a soft puff of air, and Kon stilled.

The Nest, like anything made by the Bats, was soundproofed even against Supers.

But Kon had been so focused on getting to Tim that he’d forgotten to close one of the doors that led to the outside all the way. Just one door, one small crack that sound could leak out of.

“I have to do this, Clark,” Kon whispered, refusing to look at his progenitor.

“No you don’t, Conner,” Kal said, reaching forward and placing a restraining hand on Kon’s arm, “You want to do this, because you know you can do this. But you weren’t the one that was wronged; it was Tim, and Tim wants you here .”

Kon finally turned to look at the older man.

Their relationship was a rocky one, and Kal was not quite what Kon would consider a father figure.

But he knew that Kal was right, and it sucked.

Just as he opened his mouth to put up a token argument, though, something whistled in the air and cut through his jacket.

Stunned, both Kon and Kal looked down to see a very unimpressed Red Robin right below them, flipping another birdarang, but this one had an eerie green glow.

“I know you both can hear me,” he said, voice low and dangerous, “But if you think I’m going to let you steal my revenge from me Kon, you’re delusional.”

Kal started to float a little higher, but Kon’s hand shot out and forced him to stay in place.

Red Robin looked like he was gearing himself up for a rant, and if Kon had to sit through it, so did Kal.

But as Kon floated down to Tim’s level, he couldn’t wipe the smile from his face.

Rob still needed to sleep, and Kon would have to trap him on the couch to see it done, but he looked far more alive than he had not even ten minutes ago.

Kal was right; Tim was more important than some old piece of shit in Iraq.

Just. If Kon was ever in the same area the fucker was, there would perhaps be a new red stain on the pavement.

~~~~~~

Life went on.

While Bruce got used to being Batman again, and Dick slowly migrated back to Nightwing, Red Robin spent his nights perfecting his new fighting style, and his days quietly transitioning Wayne industries to be more user-friendly for himself.

None of his rogues noticed, or if they did, they didn’t care.

His fellow Bats definitely didn’t notice, or else he'd have his arms full of a seething, worried Nightwing.

Jason could go fuck himself.

Clark kept his mouth shut.

Tim made sure Clark kept his mouth shut.

And Kon, Bart, and Cassie had mandatory hang outs once a week.

Tim was genuinely starting to get better, he felt, one or two nightmares notwithstanding.

Perhaps…nah.

The Bats were their own special brand of crazy; he wouldn’t make a move until he was certain that Bruce wouldn’t overreact and bench him.

~~~~~~

When Bruce came back, he hadn’t been expecting a lot of things.

He hadn’t been expecting a new Robin, he hadn’t been expecting Clark to clam up at the mention of Tim, he hadn’t expected Dick to privately confide that he would never be Batman again, and he hadn’t expected to only ever see Tim in passing during patrol.

The boy was even going out of his way to avoid the Batcave, and kept communication to a minimum. Something was going on, and Tim was going above and beyond to keep everybody in the dark.

So Bruce did what Bruce did best.

He investigated.

Tim’s fighting style had changed.

He was relying more on sound than sight. He appeared to have installed some sort of tech that alerted him to enemies coming up behind him.

He took a few seconds longer to survey crime scenes, head cocked like he was listening to something.

He rarely looked at what he was observing, but instead tilted his head to the side.

His grapple gun appeared altered, with extra tech in it. It now made strange clicking sounds when it was lined up perfectly with an outcropping.

His suit had been altered so that his cape functioned more like a wingsuit or parachute, apparently in an effort to slow or control a fall.

His precious car only ever went on autopilot, with Tim in the driver's seat leaning back and obviously listening to something.

The mask hid it, but when Tim spoke to one of them directly during patrol, his gaze was always a little off-center.

There was a gap where literally no one knew where the boy had been while Bruce had been in the Time Stream.

Bruce compiled what he’d found, and retreated to the Batcave.

Fact; Tim was no longer using his eyes. High likelihood that this was because he either no longer had them, or they no longer functioned adequately.

Fact; something had happened while Bruce was away to make Tim have a grudge against Dick and Damian, and no one was telling him what it was. However, there was a high chance that his grudge was preventing the sharing of this vital information.

Fact; Tim had altered his tech to accommodate this, which meant it was more than likely permanent.

Fact; Tim was still just as formidable as he had been prior to whatever had happened.

Fact; Tim was unwilling to come clean about it to the family.

Fact; Bruce knew Tim, and knew that the second that information became relevant Tim would tell them.

Fact; Tim was not a liability in his current state. Bruce would not have to convince him of this, as Tim was clearly aware.

Bruce would have to initiate conversation about accommodations in the Batcave to ensure Tim could function just as well as he did in his Nest.

Bruce busied himself doing research on accessibility tech for the blind, and started making notes on how to improve the Batcave. He also started making notes on how to improve certain already existing accessibility products, and potential ways to work with Tim regarding Wayne Industries PR team and his sudden onset of blindness.

If they spun it right, it could potentially raise their stocks as well as open the door to many new charities. Tim had probably already thought of that, so it was a matter of needing to ask him what list he’d already created…

While he was planning that, he extended an invitation to Tim outlining what he wished to discuss. He also mentioned that if his third Robin came early enough, he’d be able to attend brunch.

He’d also included a more personal request at the end of the email.

‘ If you are ready and willing, I believe it is time that the family knows. Otherwise, a simple email response will do .’

~~~~~~

So Bruce had solved it himself and definitely was not going to bench him.

Tim sat at the table, listening to the chaos of brunch.

His eyes itched from his contacts, he had a growing migraine from the unfamiliarity of the environment, he kept grabbing the wrong fucking utensil because it was in the wrong goddamn place, and because everything was so close together he couldn’t pick out what was where by scent.

Cass leaned her leg against his, an invisible sign of support he was eternally grateful for. She’d been the one to find out first, on the highrises of Hong Kong.

But she’d never treated him as less, just rolled with it, proceeded per their plan, and reminded him that she was always open for a spar.

Cass was the best, and he would owe her forever.

The others though, Tim knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that they would overreact.

He was contemplating just…not telling them. Bruce knew, which meant Batman knew, which meant in between the time of receiving the invitation and arriving, the man already had contingencies made.

Also, fuck them.

Damian kept trying to poison him, but either becoming blind had granted him mystical levels of scent or the kid didn’t realize the poisons he was choosing had a strong smell.

Dick kept touching him, and it was throwing him off; he had been reaching for where he was fairly certain the bacon was when the eldest had knocked his shoulder, shifting his trajectory and ending with his hand on the pancake stack.

Cass had laughed quietly at that, the traitor.

But Tim had found that the easiest way to dodge a poisoned morsel was to ask Dick to pass him whatever object he needed. Dick, overcompensating for his stint at Batman, never said no and didn’t ask questions.

It was around the fifteenth time he’d asked Dick to pass him something when Damian finally snapped.

“Drake, the syrup is right there; are you really so incompetent that you cannot reach out and grab it?”

“Wasn’t aware that you thought of blind people as incompetent, Damian,” slipped out before Tim could stop himself.

Table noise stopped, with the exception of the head of the table where Bruce sat. He just kept eating like nothing was wrong.

Fuck it.

In for a penny, in for a pound.

“But it’s nice to know where you stand in regards to the handicapped community,” Tim finished, looking over at approximately where he estimated Damian’s head was.

“Drake, I am embarrassed for you. Pretending to be blind isn’t going to grant you the pity you so crave.”

Oh that fucker . Fine. Fine , if that was how Damian wanted to play, then Tim would oblige.

He would make the newest Robin feel like such a fucking asshole.

Tim had not gone through the shit he had for some fucking pity .

Tim held out his hands in a ‘time-out’ symbol, before tipping his head back and removing the stupid contacts.

With them out, his eyes finally stopped itching.

Truly, a blessing.

Oh yeah, also the horrified silence as he leveled his foggy, milky white-blue eyes at where he’d heard Damian speak. That was a blessing too.

A blessing that did not last for long.

“Yes, Damian. How dare I exist in your presence as anything less than perfect.”

The table erupted with noise.

~~~~~~

After, Tim sat across from Bruce and talked in through uploading his personal programs into the Batcomputer.

Bruce had requested a debrief, but given Tim the option of just filing it electronically as opposed to face-to-face.

Tim appreciated the gesture, but went ahead and did it verbally. He could hear the others lingering in the shadows, trying to be inconspicuous but failing drastically. It would be easier to say it once and be done with it.

So he did.

Around the point of Ra’s dropping the EMP, though, he paused.

“B, grab Dick he’s trying to sneak out for murder.”

He heard a brief struggle, inevitably ending with Dick swearing under his breath as Cass, according to his comm, sat on him.

Bruce had not moved from his place in front of Tim.

Tim leveled an unimpressed look at Bruce.

“Is it really murder if the victim routinely comes back from the dead?” Bruce asked, voice flat.

Oh.

Okay.

That was…a fair point. But.

“Because you seriously contemplated that, you can no longer give me shit for Boomerang.”

“Hn.”

A large, calloused hand gently wrapped around his own and squeezed lightly.

Tim read the apology in the action, and squeezed back.

Neither let go as Tim finished his report.

The cave fell into silence.

“You have done beyond admirably, Tim,” Bruce said quietly, his grip tightening, “And I am proud of all you’ve achieved.”

Holy shit, actual emotions from Bruce.

Tim tried to play it cool, but he could feel his ears heating up.

“I mean, thanks, it’s like. Do or do not, so like. I just. Did.” Oh yes, Drake, very cool. That was definitely a sentence, with words and everything!

He didn’t need the comm to tell him that Bruce was smirking.

He could feel it in the air.

“Thank you for telling us, now we can function better when we have to team up,” was Bruce’s diplomatic response.

Tim nodded, before clearing his throat awkwardly.

Bruce’s grip loosened up, but the man didn’t let go.

“Now, regarding Wayne Industries. You mentioned that you’ve already put together a plan with Tam?”

Oh good a way out of talking about emotions and other gross stuff.

~~~~~~

“Hey baby bird, how’s it going?”

Tim was jostled from his morning civvie walk to the coffee shop by Dick throwing an arm around his shoulders.

Tim shrugged and rolled with it.

“Boutta get coffee and donuts. What’re you doing in Gotham? I thought you had work.”

Dick knocked his head against Tim’s and steered them towards the shop in question.

“I’m on administrative leave for lack of schedule adherence. How about I buy you that coffee?”

Tim smelled ‘overcompensation’ in the air, and smiled beatifically.

“Well, if you insist.”

~~~~~~

“Hey baby bird, how’s your caseload lookin?”

Tim paused the auditory feedback of the report he had pulled up on his screens and faced Dick.

The man had been almost smothering. On patrol, Nightwing was always right there. Off patrol, Dick was always right there.

Like, sure, Tim got away with shoving Nightwing at villains he didn’t want to deal with, and having his breakfast paid for was always nice.

But he could tell Dick was doing to make up for something he’d had no control over, and it was beginning to grate on Tim’s nerves.

It would be touching it if it wasn't so annoying.

Maybe some busywork would do him some good.

“I’ve got about forty-five cases ongoing right now. Want to-”

“Tim, forty-five ? Are you serious ? Give me like, half of those!”

Tim did not have forty-five cases. He only had twenty, and only three of those were marked high priority.

Tim gladly handed over all of his cases except those three over to Dick.

After all, the man had insisted.

Who was Tim to refuse such a generous offer?

~~~~~~

Jason was getting tired of the replacement's bullshit.

Everyone knew, Crime Alley was his .

Maybe a shot in the leg would help cement that tidbit of trivia.

He landed behind the kid and strode over.

“Look, replacement, I’m flattered that you keep trailing after me like a little fanboy stalker, but-"

“You’re right, Red Hood. Boy, do I sure wish I could just replace my eyes with eyeballs that work.”

What the actual fuck.

Why was he talking so loud?

What was he even talking about?

Wait.

“The fuck you mean, your eyes don’t work?”

“I’m blind, dumbass.”

Okay, that last part was said a lot quieter. He was definitely trying to draw attention with the first-

Jason found himself flying in the air, and that was not something he had been attempting to do.

By the time he’d collected himself off of the roof, it was to being stared down by a furious Nightwing.

“Seriously? Seriously . You’re giving him shit for his condition ?”

Behind him, the pretender fucking smirked .

…

He was gonna kill him. He was gonna fucking kill him.

~~~~~~

Damian approached Drake, allowing his strides to announce his presence.

Drake did not even turn around.

Damian cleared his throat.

Drake sighed.

“What do you want, demon-”

“Unlike Grayson, I will not be fooled,” Damian stated drily, holding himself straight with perfect posture, “Being blind has not deterred you from being an accomplished combatant in the least. If anything, it has afforded you the opportunity to prove yourself to Father. I demand a duel, so that Father may know who is superior once and for all.”

Drake’s sightless, pale eyes somehow found his gaze and held it.

“So what happened?”

Damian stiffened.

“I do not know what you-”

“No no, something happened. Normally you’d just try to stab me and be done with it, but now you want a duel . What. Happened.”

Damian felt himself flush, and tried to order his body to cease its mutiny against him.

It did not work.

Drake’s smile grew wider, and he knew that one of his specialized programs had pointed it out to him.

“Father is…most vocal. About how much you’ve accomplished. All the time.”

Confessing that felt like removing needles from his throat, but Damian refused to break eye contact.

Drake’s smile softened.

Disgusting.

“Alright, we’ll duel. But it has to be on even ground, so neither of us has an advantage. No tech for me, no sight for you, unfamiliar footing.”

Damian nodded, trusting Drake’s technology to translate the gesture.

“Lowest part of the caves, two hours. I’d start preparing if you want to prove yourself to Bruce so badly, little demon.”

Damian scoffed, turning on his heel and walking out of the room.

“You as well, Pretender.”

~~~~~~

“Hey Alfred, can you do me a solid?” Tim asked from the armchair he was slouched in, fingers idly gliding over the words on the page.

Alfred walked closer, delicately setting down a cup of coffee on the table next to him.

“Whatever can I do for you, Master Tim?”

Tim held out a fist, and dropped what was inside it into Alfred’s waiting hand.

It was a small rock. Not quite a pebble, but like, a level above that.

“In about an hour, can you drop that over the railing on the side closest to the Batcomputer?”

“Of course, sir,” Alfred agreed, sounding bemused.

~~~~~~

Alfred walked at a steady pace towards the railing that Master Tim had specified, checked his watch, and dropped the small rock.

Then, job done, he turned and went back to his regular duties.

~~~~~~

Damian refused to allow the pitch blackness of the cave deter him.

He stood, waiting for Drake to make his move.

The cave was distorting the sounds that Damian could hear, and he could not tell if he was hearing his own breathing or Drakes.

He-

There!

Drake had fumbled, and announced his position!

Without a sound, Damian darted forward and began the hunt.

~~~~~~

Tim sat at the table and lost himself in Dinner.

It was rare, but both Bruce and Dick had a case that overlapped with one of his own, so all three were working it together.

As it was mostly semantics and number crunching, Alfred hadn’t stopped them from discussing it at the table.

Everything was going well.

A peaceful, uninterrupted dinner.

“Hey, has anyone seen Damian?” Dick asked, sounding a touch worried.

Tim shrugged.

“Told me he was ‘going to train’ to prove his worthiness, or something. Which, by the way, Bruce, do you really talk about me on patrol?”

“I…I perhaps use you as someone that Damian should look up to.”

Bruce sounded hesitant, and Tim’s comm helpfully supplied that his ears had changed color, indicating embarrassment.

“I talk about you too, but only to your titans; same reason,” Dick confessed, with no shame in his voice at all, “They all agree with me.”

“Your efforts to escape a dangerous situation, when everything was stacked against you, and then refused to do nothing less than thrive, are something worthy of praise,” Bruce said quietly, an absolute finality in his voice, “And though I wish you would tell the other heroes about what you went through, I admit it’s just selfishness. I. I would very much like to brag to them.”

Tim felt his own ears turn red, and the table fell to silence.

“...Maybe,” Tim muttered, thinking about it.

~~~~~~

They were lounging in the library, listening to an audio drama podcast, when Damian stomped in.

Tim tilted his head from where it was resting on the armrest.

“Sounds like someone finally realized I wasn’t there.”

“You! You coward, you tricked me!” Damian shouted, and Tim knew without the Comms input that the kid was waving a sword at him.

“Dami, you tried to fight Tim ? You can’t-”

“Cease your coddling Grayson, Drake is more than capable of fighting his own battles and you demean him as well as yourself when you pretend otherwise.”

“Thanks, demon brat.”

“I will hear no thanks from the likes of a treacherous-”

“Boys,” Bruce cut in, papers rustling as he set his work down, “What happened?”

“Drake dishonored himself! He agreed to a duel and did not show up! I spent hours in the cave system trying to find my way back!”

“Tim, did you trick Damian?” Bruce was starting to sound like a tired dad.

“I mean, I thought it would be fairly obvious you were alone down there in my defense. I had no idea you would go further into the cave system.”

Tim heard Damian’s clothes move, and his comm gave him two quick A flat notes.

Tim dodged the batarangs the second they got thrown at his head.

~~~~~~

“Pretender, you have got to stay away from-”

“You’re right Jason, I do pretend that I can see, every day. But I’m forgetting what that was like.”

“God damn it, you know that’s not what I meant !”

~~~~~~

“Alright Tim,” Barbara started, wheeling alongside him, “I just need you to keep an eye out for Rosetti.”

It was a beautiful day, by Gotham standards, and she and Tim were in their civvies.

It was a pity, she really would have enjoyed a good stroll in the park. Perhaps a stop by that one sandwich shop, too.

But she was stuck looking for a small time smuggler with ties bigger than he knew what to do with.

Tim let out a small gasp.

“I see him!”

“Where?” Barbara asked, looked around discreetly before pausing and looking at Tim.

Tim turned towards her and waved a hand in front of his face.

They stood in silence, as Barbara glared at him and he let her.

“You’re hilarious.”

“I try.”

~~~~~~

Dick welcomed himself into Tim’s penthouse, intent on making the best of another day with the brother he’d pushed away.

Because unlike Jason, Tim had come back! And he hadn’t ostracized himself or brought about grievous bodily harm to another family member!

All Dick had to do was make sure he didn’t want to leave again; easy!

“Hey baby bird-”

“Fight me.”

Dick froze, dumbfounded.

“Uh, what?”

“ Fight . Me . I’m getting tired of this weird pity thing you’ve got going on.”

Dick reared back, the words as effective as if Tim had slapped him.

“I don’t-Tim, this isn’t-”

There was a flash of movement, and a literal kitchen knife was embedded to the hilt in the wall a foot away from his head.

Oh shit.

Tim was serious.

That was the only thought he had time for before his little brother was there , and then it was a matter of winning the surprise spar.

Which he did, of course, but it was…

Well.

That had been a hell of a spar, and Dick was going to use Tim as role model material way more often when talking to younger heroes.

He had managed to get Dick to the ground four times before Dick had finally managed to wrestle Tim into a hold he couldn’t wriggle out of.

“That was really good, Tim! Have you been practicing?”

“Damn it Dick, take me seriously!”

Dick smiled sadly, risking a headbutt as he leaned his head forward and gently leaned his forehead against the back of Tim’s head.

“I am, Tim. I’m not doing all of this because I think you’re less capable now, though.”

Tim stilled, panting slightly as he started to settle down.

“Then why are you smothering me?”

“Because I’m happy you’re back, you dork.”

“...Oh.”

Dick snorted, releasing his hold.

“Yeah, oh .”

“...Can you get the knife out of where I threw it? I was making steak and potatoes.”

Dick chanced a glance at the kitchen counter, and felt his smile growing as he noted enough for two people.

~~~~~~

“Fucking-! Imposter, I swear to God, get the fuck out of my turf!”

“Yeah, a lot of days I do feel like an imposter, living amongst people who can-”

“Shut the fuck up and go home, dumbass!”

“ Alright fine, here’s information on a human trafficker I found, geez.”

~~~~~~

“Ah, Tim. Good, hold this while I tune up the Bentley-”

There was a clatter as the wrench he’d tossed at Tim fell to the ground.

Bruce stared at the wrench.

Then Bruce stared at his blind son, in a safe environment where he hadn’t been expecting to need to use his reflexes, to whom he had just tossed it without any warning.

Tim’s wide, pale eyes gazed in his direction in disbelief.

“We will not speak of this,” Bruce tried.

Tim raised an eyebrow.

Bruce folded.

“We will not speak of this, and I will see if I can-”

“And you will attend the Wayne Industries gala in my stead.”

Bruce felt himself flinch.

“...I am busy that-”

“-And you will be a well-behaved version of Brucie.”

Bruce said nothing.

“I will tell Jason.”

Damn it.

~~~~~~

The board of directors were…confused.

There had been a shift in the products the R&D teams had been told to focus on.

They were to research and develop new tools for any member of the handicap community.

Specifically, there was a focus on assistance for the visually impaired.

Then Timothy Drake-Wayne walked in, for the first time he’d actually been to the office in almost a year.

And…yeah, the new focus suddenly made much more sense.

Their CEO had a cane, had clear and obvious eye damage, and was listening to the docket being read to him by Tam.

They discreetly eyed each other.

This…could be useful.

After all, their young, new CEO had been crippled in the worst way.

He could no longer read their body language.

This would be easy.

~~~~~~

It was not easy, and their new CEO was the devil.

It was a sentiment taken literally by half of them.

~~~~~~

Superman and Wonder Woman were making a proposal regarding teamwork in the Tower meeting room, and Batman was the one pitching the idea.

He’d walked up, taken front and center, and began to explain the pros and cons of the suggestion.

Then his phone had dinged.

His civilian phone.

The rest of the League watched in shock as the Big Bad Bat tugged the phone out of his pocket and glanced at the screen.

And then.

And then he smiled .

It was a little thing, but on Batman? It was the equivalent of a blinding, wide smile usually only found on Captain Marvel’s face.

“Uh, Batman?” Green Arrow asked, cautious.

Batman put away the phone and the smile vanished.

“Yes, Green Arrow?”

“Is uh…are you possessed?”

Batman frowned.

“That is the improper procedure to discern whether or not possession has taken place, and you know it.”

“Okay yeah, you’re fine. Just uh. You never pull out your civilian phone? Got kinda concerned.”

Batman’s shoulders stiffened, and his hand went to the phone again.

“I am just…very proud. Of my son.”

While everyone wondered just what the fuck had happened, Superman almost seemed to explode from pent up energy.

“I know, right? He had… that happen to him, and he just-and then! And then !”

Batman nodded along, as though the Super was making perfect sense.

“I doubt I would have been as tenacious in his situation,” the Bat admitted.

Holy crap Batman admitting he wouldn’t have been as good at something as someone else?

“And he’s still-!” Superman broke off, looking around the room and gesturing helplessly.

Batman nodded again, completely understanding.

The rest of the League was just confused.

“If you would like, I have some of his prototypes in the Cave to…show you. If you want.”

Green Arrow reared back as though slapped.

An express invitation to the Cave? What the hell had happened?

“Yes!” Superman sounded ecstatic, and Batman turned back to the presentation.

Green Arrow snuck out his phone and shot a text off to Roy.

If anyone knew what was happening with the Bats, it would be his son, if only from listening to Red Hood’s bitching.

~~~~~~

He looked at Roy’s response after the meeting, and froze in place.

‘ Red Robin is blind, dunno how, but he’s been using it to drive Hood up a wall. Redesigned all of his tech to accommodate it, still scary efficient. Ttyl. ’

Shit.

Even without the knowledge of how it had happened, yeah. Yeah, Oliver could see it.

Insurmountable odds, an event that would make almost anyone retire from the field, and Red Robin adapted to it and continued on.

He’d be proud too.

…

If he hurried, he’d probably be able to catch Bats and see that tech he’d been talking about.

~~~~~~

Spoiler dropped down from the rafters and knocked out the man below her.

Of all the ways to reunite with Tim, she really hadn’t thought it would be rescuing him from a kidnapping.

It had been super unfortunate; done in broad daylight, with tons of witnesses, and locking Tim in his civilian persona for the duration of it.

She definitely wasn't nervous. Totally. This was just going to be the first time she’d spoken to him like, for real for real since she’d come back and surprised everybody with her not-deadness.

But it was cool.

She’d just saunter in, and save the day, and Tim would definitely forgive her or she’d bring up how nasty he’d been about the pregnancy thing.

It was flawless and she wasn’t relying on emotional manipulation to dodge the ramifications of her actions.

She was just.

Okay.

Okay, maybe she was relying on manipulation like, a little bit.

But Tim did that all the time!

Oh hey that was a weird door.

Steph tried to gently nudge it open.

It was locked.

Steph tried the same approach, but with less gentle and more ‘kick the door down’.

It was unlocked.

Tim’s head jerked up from where he was tied to the chair, eyes wide-

Eyes.

What…was…

They were fogged over, milky, unseeing.

Steph didn’t remember walking forward, just kneeling in front of Tim and gently tracing under his eyes with her thumbs.

Three hours.

He’d been with his kidnappers for only three hours.

And they’d…

“Hey,” she whispered, leaning forward and wrapping him in a hug, “I’m gonna untie you, but I need to finish up.”

Fuck Bruce’s rules.

She was gonna-

“They didn’t do this,” Tim whispered back, resting his head in the crook of her neck, “This was from almost a year ago. Don’t kill them.”

Hmm. There wasn’t really a point in going after them if they hadn’t done this to Tim.

“Alright. Then who did ?”

She’d just hunt down the ones that had .

~~~~~~

Barbara made sure that her coffee table was in the correct set up, that there was nothing on the floor, and settled in with her coffee.

It was time.

Cass was there first, because of course she was.

Tim was next, and set down across from Cass.

All three of them were present.

It was time to begin.

Barbara decided to go first.

“Bruce tried to keep me from a mission because it would require investigating certain areas in person. Pretty sure he subconsciously thinks I’m anchored to the Clocktower.”

Tim and Cass nodded.

“Jason tried to stop me. Said it would be better if he got information. Thinks I can’t talk, still.”

Barbara and Tim nodded.

“Dick almost blew my cover because he tried to carry me while grappling. He thought I wouldn’t be able to do it.”

Cass and Barbara let out sympathetic sounds.

The meeting of microaggressions continued, as it did every 15th, as the trio brainstormed how to beat the incompetence out of their non-disabled partners.

Negotiations fell through, as they always did, when the two options were ‘educate them with a five hour long powerpoint’ or ‘beat them into the dirt every time they do it’.

“Both,” Cass said unhelpfully.

“Tim you’re more than capable, just grab Cass and beat them until they learn,” Barbara tried to order Tim.

“That won’t work if they don’t know how not to do it in the first place!” Tim argued.

The meeting ended in the early morning hours of the next day, and no consensus had been reached.

~~~~~~

Sometimes, Tim forgot.

He would wake up, and have a brief moment of panic at the nothing in front of him, and then remember.

Those days were bad.

Those days, he deliberately got whoever was nearest to be near him and just…be there. So he knew he wasn’t alone.

Dick was off planet. Bruce and Damian were neck deep in an investigation Tim refused to pull them away from. Barbara was having a family date with the commissioner. Steph was having a girls day with her mom. Duke was working on a case he refused to ask for help on, and Tim wasn’t going to pull him away from that.

Kon was off planet, Bart was at a family event, Cassie was at some sort of training camp, Raven was off planet with Dick as was Garfield and Garth, although he didn’t know them as well as his own team.

Only one option.

“The fuck do you want, and why are you calling me?”

Tim swallowed.

“Do you ever dream of the coffin?”

The line went silent.

“Replacement, I need an explanation before I go over there to put you in your own grave to crawl out of.”

“I. I forgot that I was.” Tim took a shuddering breath, “I had a bad dream. There’s no one else.”

The line, again, went silent. Then it was full of rustling sounds.

“You at the penthouse you think I don’t know about?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m making waffles, we’re eating them, and then I’m gonna read and not talk to you, and you’re not gonna talk to me.”

“Sounds good.”

He didn’t necessarily like Jason. It was hard to like someone who had broken his bones and slit his throat.

But he knew Jason had calmed down from his earlier days, and that if anyone would understand the need to just have someone else in the same room, it would be him.

They didn’t need to get along to understand each other.

~~~~~~

Jason ended up reading outloud, voice quiet and soothing as Tim curled up in the corner of the couch.

~~~~~~

Duke was in a little trouble.

Correction, Duke was in a lot of trouble.

Red Robin was in front of him, in the Batcave, and was in the process of taking off his mask.

Duke had just been invited to the Batfamily, he was still learning who was who, and what he remembered of Red Robin was scary.

When he’d been an unofficial Robin, and actual Robin had tried to fight them all, Red Robin had, quite frankly, terrified Duke.

It was like the man was omnipotent; he didn’t need to be looking at someone to know exactly where they were and what they were doing. He’d handled himself in a fight with grace, and afterwards had siphoned through the information he’d needed at an alarming speed.

So Duke knew that Red Robin knew he was there, and was choosing to show him what was under the mask.

Was this what Lira felt like, when she watched those K-pop groups? Duke wasn’t ready .

The mask came off.

Red Robin turned around.

…

That was Tim goddamn Drake-Wayne, the CEO of Wayne Industries and driving force behind their recent accessibility tech.

Holy shit.

“Can I have your autograph?”

Fuck, he hadn’t meant to say that! It’d just slipped out!

Now Tim was laughing at him, and Duke deserved it because he was an idiot.

“Sure, but let’s wash up and go eat first,” Tim agreed, turning and leading the way to the showers.

But Duke’s mouth just did not know when to shut the fuck up.

“So like, if you’re blind, and I control light, I think we should partner up for one or two missions,” Tim paused in his beeline for the locker room, and tilted his head in Duke's direction. Duke, predictably, panic rambled.

“I mean; I can use light bright enough to stun people and it won’t affect you, or I can make it pitch black, and it still won’t affect you, so it’d…be…perfect…I’m sorry I’ll stop.”

“Huh,” Tim said, shrugging and starting his walk again, “Actually yeah, that would be a good team up. Let me know if you need help.”

Duke allowed himself to do a tiny fist pump of victory.

Possible future team up! Yes!

~~~~~~

Lex hated charities.

Not because of the charity aspect, but because of the people aspect.

His only saving grace had been Timothy Drake-Wayne, recently.

“Ah, Mr. Drake-Wayne, how lovely to see you here.”

Timothy tilted his head to the side, and smiled brightly as he turned to face Lex.

Lex expertly dodged the cane that had just tried to swipe his legs out from under him.

“Mr. Luthor! I made it by just a hair, honestly. Traffic always gets insane around this time.”

Lex felt his smile turn feral.

“I agree, the cars lining up all the way back to Gotham are truly a sight to behold.”

“Ah, Mr. Luthor, everyone knows it’s only a car from a real Gothamite if the tires are bald from outrunning the Joker.”

Timothy’s smile had turned feral as well.

The people around them were shifting uncomfortably and edging away.

Good.

“Speaking of; the Joker might as well have designed this event, for how garish the decorations are. Truly, it is a blessing you cannot see it.”

“But Mr. Luthor, the open air concept is something I can get behind. It is a bit of a relief to feel the wind in my hair in the midst of such a crowded venue.”

They both took a sip of their respective drinks.

Indeed, their verbal spar was far more entertaining than the people around them.

~~~~~~

Tim whined, flailing his hand around until Bart gently placed an offering of crackers in it.

“But I don’t want crackers,” Tim sighed, eating the crackers.

“Sorry man, blame your immune system; that’s the only thing that’s staying down.”

Tim followed the suggestion, and blamed his shitty immune system.

“Is there a way to just…take a pill and grow a new spleen? Like in Star Trek?” Tim asked, demanding another offering of crackers with his grabby hands.

“Sorry dude, that never actually took off. The future kinda sucked.”

Tim allowed Cassie to hoist him into a sitting position and place the horsepill antibiotics in his hand.

“Come on, birdbrain, time to do some selfcare healthcare.”

Tim leaned away from Cassie and into Kon, silently begging his to save him from Cassie’s evil ways.

Kon laughed at him, the jerk.

“C’mon, Tim, take the pills.”

Tim cursed his lack of spleen.

~~~~~~

Bruce was on his best Brucie behavior at another gala, per his agreement with Tim.

“It’s just such a shame, such a shame,” Miss Lutz said for the fifteenth time, “such a bright young boy, and he had his future just stripped from him!”

“Indeed, he’ll be lucky if the board lets him stay on past this quarter,” Mr. Stephanz agreed, nodding vigorously, “Pity positions can’t compete in the real world of business, after all.”

Bruce frowned.

Bruce tuned his ears to focus on the people behind him.

All of it was variations about how unfortunate Tim was, how he was lucky the board let him keep his position, how his life was ruined , how he would never be able to excel in life or get married or any other number of inane things that didn’t matter.

Bruce tapped the champagne glass in his hand.

Tim had told him to be on his best Brucie behavior.

But Brucie did not behave.

The glass was promptly dumped on Miss Lutz, and the hand not holding it made a fist that landed squarely in Mr. Stephanz face.

Yes, this was perfectly in line with Brucie.

~~~~~~

Alfred drove in stony silence.

Bruce stared out the passenger window, avoiding the silence.

“I do hope,” the butler started, knuckles white on the wheel, “that you had a very good reason for making me pay bail to get The Bruce Wayne out of jail for assault .”

Bruce cleared his throat.

“Gotham High Society appears to be under the impression that Tim is incompetent. I just behaved as Brucie would.”

The silence returned.

“Then you will be pleased to know that on top of breaking Mr. Stephanz nose, you broke his jaw. He will need reconstructive surgery.”

Alfred was right. Bruce was pleased to know that.

~~~~~~

The alien invasion was a pain, especially when they resorted to EMPs to take out the hero’s tech.

Red Robin found himself supported by Green Arrow, who had immediately ditched his high ground to assist.

“How long does your tech need to reboot?” The older man asked, bow string snapping as he took out the snipers Red Robin couldn’t dodge.

“It’ll need about fifteen minutes for basic function, and I’m going to have to replace a few things to get the rest going,” Red Robin replied, laying into the aliens that got too close like an elderly woman beating dirt out of a rug.

“Need a pair of eyes while you wait?”

“Only the best.”

~~~~~~

Damian faced down his grandfather’s minions, back straight and no fear in his eyes.

Drake had faced them down with far less of an advantage, and he had won.

So Damian would win too.

There was no other option.

~~~~~~

When Tim had woken up to a vast canvas of blank nothing, he had thought that his world was over.

But as Tim donned his new hero moniker, he felt like his life was just getting started.

Rook walked into the streets of Gotham, head held high and cape flaring dramatically behind him, just the way he liked it.

#tim drake #blind tim au #fanfic #eye trauma tw #creepy ra's al ghul #batman #red robin #tim chooses a new moniker by the end #this was a monster #one shot #to live with honor and bravery series

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hii!

idk if you are willing to write angst. If you are can you please write breaking up with zoro and sanji comforting you? Thank you and have a good day/night!❤

Made for Two

A/N: I DO WRITE ANGST AND I LOVE THIS PROMPT!!! THANK YOUUUUUU

Characters: gn reader x Sanji

Cw: some slightly suggestive content for a second but nothing crazy. Angst (obviously) and some great fluff/care

Total word count: 3.2k Brief Summary: You thought Zoro was the only person for you, but after a bad breakup, a certain cook attempts to cheer you up. Prologue | > Part Three | Masterlist

Set for Two

The worst thing about a breakup was the distance. Not that he was too far away, but that you were so damn close. You were trapped on a ship with your ex, and the only place you could be certain you wouldn’t see his face was your own room.

You didn’t want Zoro to know how hard you were taking the breakup. He could make an educated guess if he cared to, since you hadn’t left your room in two and a half days. But the walls were made of Adam wood, so at least the rooms were soundproof. You got some solace in knowing that he couldn’t hear you crying yourself to sleep every night, missing his presence in your bed that seemed too large for one person.

The rest of the crew occasionally checked in on you. Courtesy checks of awkward and base level questions. You could tell they cared, but there wasn’t really anything they could do. You just wanted to lay in bed and mourn your loss for a few days, and then you would pick yourself up and be ready to face everyone. They tried to help in the best way they could, but you just wanted to be alone. Thankfully most of them understood that.

Sanji was different though. He brought you meals, snacks, and plenty of refreshments throughout the day. He would knock twice on your door to let you know something was waiting for you, and then leave a covered tray near your room for you to grab at your convenience. Sometimes you ate it, other times you didn’t touch it. He never commented on it, he just gave you a soft double knock to know he was there.

On the evening of the third day, it was different though. The knock came twice, waited a beat, and then it came again.

“Go away,” your voice was hoarse, raised just loud enough for it to go through the wooden door.

“It’s me.” Sanji’s velvet voice came from the other side. It was the first time he spoke to you since he had started bringing you food, and you found yourself curious at the change in pattern from the cook.

“Oh.” You paused, not sure what else to say. “You can come in, I guess.”

The door softly clicked open, and Sanji clicked on the light in your room so he could see better. You squinted against the harsh brightness and ducked under a blanket. You could hear a rolling cart of sorts being moved into your room and the soft click of Sanji’s shoes walking towards you.

“Y/N,” Sanji spoke softly, now next to you. “Let’s get up, shall we? Let’s have dinner.”

“I’m not hungry.” You mumbled.

“You didn’t eat lunch or your afternoon snack, so I know that’s a lie.”

As if on cue, your stomach betrayed you by emitting a groan of hunger. You peeked out of the covers slightly, trying to see what dish he had prepared tonight for you. But all you could see was him.

Sanji smirked at you, knowing his point was proven. “Come on, shower before dinner. I still have to prepare it, so go get ready.”

“But-”

“I’m going to lock that stupid marimo in his training room. So go grab some fresh clothes, I’ll meet you back here in five minutes.”

He didn’t give you a chance to object. As soon as he was finished with his statement, he ran out the door, leaving you alone again. It had been a while since you had been in your room with the light on. As you looked around, you remembered why. Some of Zoro’s things were still strewn around the room. His tank tops, a random plant you bought him to see if he could actually take care of a living thing, a few resistance stretch bands for training. After your breakup you had locked yourself in here. There hadn’t been time for him to gather his stuff, and you hadn’t returned it yet. Your heart tightens seeing the remnants of your all's love here, so minor yet so obvious that you two are together. Were together.

You tried to push the pain out of your mind, and walked over to your dresser to grab some new clothes. You were going to opt for more pajamas, but something told you to pick out something a little less depressing. You shuffled through your drawer, settling on a casual tank top and some comfortable shorts instead. You could still lay in bed with this outfit after, but it made you look a bit more presentable then you were currently.

A two-rapped knock came from the door, and you gathered your clothes and your bath towel. Your stomach tangled into knots at the thought of seeing anyone right now, let alone walking through the entire ship up to the bathhouse. Just the thought made you feel so vulnerable, so exposed. So alone.

The knock came again, and you were reminded that you weren’t alone. You had Sanji. You opened the door to see the blonde leaning against the door frame, a cigarette hanging from his mouth.

He looked at you expectantly. “You ready?”

“Can I have a drag before I go?” You’re already reaching up for his cigarette, and you can see your question shocks him. You grab it before it falls from his mouth, and you put it to your lips. You inhale long and deep, letting the smoke fill your lungs. It soothes you in a way, and you understand why Sanji smokes so often. You exhale, giving a small cough as the smoke passes through your lips into the air between the two of you. Returning the cigarette to Sanji, you start towards the door without another word. Your heart clenches as you step out onto the deck, nervous of what you’ll find when you reach the outdoors.

You hear Sanji’s footsteps behind you, and you relax a little knowing that he’s close behind. As you walk out, your eyes glance up to the crow's nest instinctually. There’s a chain wrapped around the entire outside of the building, which must be Sanji’s work. You can’t see Zoro, but you can hear music blasting from the area, which is enough proof that he’s in there training. That’s all he ever seemed to care about these days. There wasn’t a single thing or a single person that was more important than-

“Come on.” Sanji gently grabs your arm, nudging you to turn away from the crow’s nest. You hadn’t realized you had stopped to stare, and you’re thankful for his gentle guidance to bring you back to reality. Your cheeks flush, and you pray that Zoro wasn’t near a window to see you staring.

Sanji looped his arms through yours and walked you up the stairs. He could sense your rigid muscles, tense with anxiety. “It was just for a second,” He muttered to you. “I’m sure nobody even noticed.”

You glance around the ship, and see that he’s right. Most of the crew hadn’t even noticed you emerging from your room, let alone saw you gawking up at the crow’s nest. You saw Nami do a double take when she realized it was you as you ascended the stairs, but she went back to her work quickly, trying to appear normal. The rest of the crew were either oblivious or not on the deck.

You had arrived at the bath house, and Sanji pulled away from you. “Will you be okay returning to your room on your own, or should I wait here?”

“I’ll be okay, thank you though.” With a nod, he departed, leaving you alone outside the door to the bath house.

The water burned against your skin, breathing life back into your bones. You tried to focus on the now as your washed your body clean from the past few days of despair. But your shampoo didn’t smell right without the mixture of his. The water pressure felt harsh without his body next to yours. You could feel the tears starting to form, and you were thankful for the water washing away your tears, because you didn’t have the energy to wipe them yourself.

You stood there until the water stopped scalding your skin, and then you stood there some more. It felt like you were frozen in time, incapable of moving away from these feelings. They were as deep and dark as the ocean, and you were sure you were going to drown. And then two knocks came from the other side of the door, bringing you back to the present once again. Sanji.

“Everything okay?” His voice snapped you into action, and you quickly turned off the shower.

“Fine!” Your voice cracked as you called out, and you prayed he didn’t notice. You quickly dried yourself off and changed into your fresh pair of clothes as fast as possible. You looked at yourself in the mirror, wiping at your swollen eyes and combing through your half washed hair. It was the best you were going to get, so you put on a half-attempted smile and opened the door to meet him.

If Sanji noticed your messy appearance, he didn’t comment on it. He didn’t mention how long you had stayed in the shower, or that he had to come get you. He simply smiled when he saw you, and held his arm out for you to take. You took it, and resisted the urge to glance back up at Zoro’s training room again.

The deck was eerily quiet for it being such a lovely night, and you could see the sun was setting over the horizon. You paused for a moment, watching the colors shift and change with every second.

“Do you want to stay and watch it?” Sanji’s looking at you, but you shake your head and turn away from the view to continue walking. Watching the sunset used to be something you and Zoro would do, a small moment that you had forced him to carve out in his training routine for you. Thinking about it now made you bitter; you always had to beg for his attention and his affection. You were never at the forefront of Zoro’s mind like he was at yours.

As you arrive at your room, you can feel Sanji start to tense with nervous energy. “I hope you don’t mind,” he says, opening the door. “I tidied up a bit.”

Tidy was an understatement. Soft, twinkling lights now lined your ceiling. It was calming, much more manageable than your fluorescent overhead lights. Zoro’s things that had been scattered across the room were all gone from sight. Your bed sheets had been changed out for fresh linens. And in the corner of the room was a low dining table with two cushions and a small candelabra in the center of it.

You’re not sure how Sanji was able to do so much in such a little time. You’re about to ask him, but Sanji ushers you over to the table to sit you down, and then begins to serve you a spread of all of your favorite dishes. Some of the food you had never even commented on how much you loved it, and yet Sanji knew what you loved. Tears began to well up, overwhelmed with the sentiment he was showing you.

“Thank you,” you gasped out, and you had to put a hand over your mouth to stifle a sob. Your reaction startled the cook, and he bent down to be at face level with you.

“Hey, hey,” he rubbed your back, trying to get you to calm down. “Talk to me, what is it? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing!” you reassured him, wiping at your eyes. The tears were still flowing, and you felt a little embarrassed at your surge of emotion. “This is just so perfect. This is everything I’ve ever wanted.”

He laughed softly, relieved that you were okay. “You haven’t even tried the food yet, Y/N.”

Once he had placed the spread of food in front of you, he took his place at the seat across from you. You were about to take a bite when you realized his side of the table was empty.

He noticed you looking at him. “This is just for you,” he clarified. “I already ate.”

“It’s a table made for two. Eat with me,” you begged. “Please?”

He couldn’t refuse your request, so he grabbed a small plate and picked a few small portions off one of the trays to nibble on while you ate.

Every bite you had was better than the last. You let out a soft moan of pleasure with every bite. “God Sanji, you have to teach me how to cook like this.”

You see a flash of surprise cross his face at your comment. “I didn’t know you were interested in cooking.”

You laughed. It was the first time you had laughed in a few days, and it felt nice to have it come so naturally. “I used to do it all the time! I loved to cook before I joined the Sunny. Not all the time, and I wasn’t exceptionally good at it, but I could follow a recipe pretty well!”

“I’d love to have you in the kitchen whenever you want to join,” Sanji smiles at you, and you can tell he’s being genuine in his offer.

Zoro never wanted you in the training room with him. You were always some kind of distraction for him. Even when you sat silently in the corner, you always felt like you were in the way. Even if Sanji was being genuine now, you weren’t sure he would feel that way once you actually were in his space with him.

Sanji could see you slipping back into the past, and he speaks up again, trying to bring you back to him. “We can learn whatever recipe you want. I’ll write it down and we can follow it step by step.”

You look at him, surprised by his insistence on the topic. “Maybe we can start out with a dessert?” You offer. Those usually took less time than a full meal, so it would be easier for him to kick you out if he was having a bad time.

“I have a great macaron recipe! We should do that!”

You scoff. “Aren’t those really advanced and difficult?”

He nods, with a grin still on his face and excitement in his eyes. “Yeah, but I’m certain you can do it! If not, then we can always try something else and work our way up to it.”

You nod and finish eating the spread he’s laid out for you. A bit of hope swirls inside you, mixing with the despair and sadness that lingered over the past few days. You always wrote Sanji off as a pervert cook, and now you were wondering how much of that ideology came from Zoro’s snide comments and disdain towards the man. Sanji was kind. He was attentive, and he cared about his crew. Him and Zoro were so alike and yet so different in the strangest of ways.

“Y/N,” he says, calling your attention back to him. He always knew when you were starting to slip away. “You deserve to be treated like royalty, you know.”

Your face must’ve held a shocked expression, because his face flushed red. “I’m not saying that person needs to be me.” His words tumbled quickly out of his mouth, rushing to explain. “But you do deserve it from someone.”

He begins to pick up the plates from in front of you, ignoring the glassy look in your eyes. You furiously wipe at your face, willing your eyes to dry. You’ve cried enough today, and yet you can't will yourself to stop.

Sanji silently pours you a cup of tea - vanilla and chamomile, your favorite before bed. He sets it in front of you, and begins to take his leave. As he reaches the door, he looks back at you, still sitting where he left you.

“Sleep well, my dear.”

“Sanji?” You call to him. You’re still staring at the wall, your back to him. He can’t see your face, but he can hear your voice tremble slightly.

“Hm?”

“Can you stay here tonight?” Your face is burning and you’re thankful that you're facing away from him. “I mean, can you lay with me until I fall asleep?”

Sanji hesitates for a moment. “I can stay all night - if you’d like me to.”

“I would.”

“Let me go put these dishes away and clean up, and then I’ll be right back here. Is that all right?”

You nod in response, and pick up the teacup in front of you to take a drink. The temperature is perfect, and it’s a perfect ending to the meal you’ve just eaten. You’d expect nothing less from Sanji.

You suspect that even the teacup had been selected specifically for you, a decision that Sanji probably spent a half an hour on. He gave so much effort to show you how much he cared. It was such a foreign concept, you felt a little nauseous thinking about it. You deserve to be treated like royalty. The words rang in your ears still. Zoro had never given much effort in your relationship, but neither had you. Maybe if you had put in the effort that Sanji put in, maybe if you had been more understanding towards Zoro, then everything would have ended differently. You could feel tears spilling out of your eyes again, and you were ashamed that you were already crying again.

Sanji didn’t bother to knock on the door before he entered this time, and he found you still staring at the wall, tears streaming down your face. The half-drank tea was still in front of you, cold now. You furiously wiped the tears from your eyes again, trying to act like nothing happened. Sanji looked down at you with a frown, but he didn’t comment on your current state.

“Are you ready for bed?” He offered a hand to you as he asked.

You took his hand and stood, walking to your bed. He pulled back the covers, motioning for you to get in, and you followed his silent instructions.

He hesitates for a second at the edge of the bed, glancing around your room. “Are you sure you want my company? I don’t want…”

“Please.” You can’t hide the desperation that seeps out of your voice. You don’t want to be alone again.

He gingerly gets into bed next to you, giving you ample space to get comfortable. You close the gap between the two of you quickly, curling up into his side. You wrap your arms around his torso, eager for the warmth of another person’s body again. Your bed was made for two, and you feel more relaxed with him next to you.

Sanji doesn’t comment when he feels his shirt grow wet with your tears. He just silently rubs your back and holds you until you fall asleep, feeling your breathing finally slow and become even. He keeps you close through the night, silently cursing that stupid Marimo for hurting you, and vowing that he’ll do everything he can to prevent you from feeling this pain ever again.

#one piece #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #one piece x reader #one piece x you #vinsmoke sanji #sanji #sanji x y/n #sanji x reader #sanji x you #made for two #cozage #✧˚sanji✧˚

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Rocketober: Day 1

Word Count: 2.0k

Warnings: Suggestive themes implied.

Summary: When Kraglin finds you in Rocket's quarters, he questions his captain on who you were. However, Rocket isn't ready to answer that just yet.

It wasn't often that you found yourself anywhere near, let alone on the Bowie. It was too dangerous, even in stationary. You could stumble over stray wires or exposed pipes, you could hit a bunch of buttons and cause the ship to explode, or you could take ship for yourself and never return to Knowhere ever again.

Of course, those were Rocket's over exaggerations. He really just didn't want to see you get hurt on his ship, meaning it would be his fault.

In his eyes, at least.

The only times you were on the Bowie was when he was there. Only him. The rest of the ship would remain empty and silent, the only thing heard being the distant echoing of moaning, partnered with the wet sounds of pleasure.

Good thing the ship was soundproof when it needed to be.

After however long you were there for, Rocket always, always walked you home.

"For two reasons," he'd say. "One, gotta make sure my girl gets home safe, 'cause what kinda partner would I be if I didn't?" And, "two," he had hesitated before mentioning this to you, "I can't have the crew knowin' about you just yet."

Many thoughts had run through your head that day. Questions and doubts, was he embarrassed of you? Ashamed? Rocket wouldn't even associate himself with you if that was the case, he made sure you knew that.

You pondered on his reasoning, wanting to know why you had to be kept a secret from his family.

You were only left worrying for a few seconds before he added to his cliffhanger of a sentence.

"I'm not ready, princess. Not yet."

You understood his side. And with a nod, you respected it. And it hadn't been brought up since.

Spending time with Rocket on the Bowie wasn't rare, but it certainly wasn't common. The rare thing was being left alone on the ship.

It was the next morning when you realised where you had spent the night. His bunk had never been the most comfortable bed to have sex in. That just added to the many reasons why you'd go to your place, usually per his request.

You had more pillows, your blankets were softer, your bed was bigger. Rocket occasionally got genuinely worried that if he didn't set his alarm, he'd never wake up. Being surrounded by your warmth and scent was a trap, and you used it often when you didn't want him to leave. And why would he want to?

So it wasn't a surprise when you woke up with a leg and an arm hanging over the side of his single mattress, with a slight cramp in your neck, and the sheets half way up your bare back.

The bed was barely able to fit you comfortably, let alone both of you. Yet another reason as to why Rocket adored your living space. It was made to have him in it.

One of your eyes peeled open, glancing around the room and taking in every piece of his quarters.

His projects were scattered in every corner, on every spot of the floor and covering his desk. Pieces of metal littered, lost, and forgotten, or perhaps left there for when he returned to fiddle with them however he pleased.

Wearing nothing but the sheets of his bed, you sat up with a groan and ran your fingers through your hair. Visualising how messy it must look, you reached for your brush, only to be reminded that this wasn't your room. Meaning your clothes were elsewhere.

Your eyes scanned the floor, searching through every piece of tech, metal, trash, and clothing that belonged to your dearest Rocket, who constantly told you to “watch out” and “don’t touch that”. Your gaze settled on the outfit you had worn the previous night, bundled up nice and neat beside the bed.

He had a tendency to fold your clothes the morning after an eventful night. You'd never catch him doing it. But you always knew it was him.

And he, being Rocket, was currently nowhere to be seen among everything that littered his living space.

You stood and stretched before picking up and examining your clothes.

No stains. Better than last time.

You two had gone out for a dinner, a rare occasion that Rocket wasn't particularly fond of, but he sucked it up for you. Begrudgingly, but he did.

The outfit you had chosen was much too fancy for the state you were currently in. But it's all you had, so it had to do. It revealed as much as you wanted and covered what you wished.

Rocket had yet to return to his quarters, and you remembered how clear he was about you roaming the ship without him.

So, you waited, respecting his wishes and staying in his room, on his bed, prolonging your morning routine as best you could with what you had.

You weren’t sure when he’d be back, and you weren’t even sure when he left, but you assumed if he had left you here alone, it wouldn’t be long.

The smooth sliding of Rocket’s bedroom door opening made your head snap up.

“Rocket, you—“

Your eyes locked on a man’s stomach for a single second when you realised that was not the face of the raccoon you had spent countless nights with.

Letting your eyes quickly flick up to his face, seeing a short brown and grey stumble along his jaw and a tall red fin wired into his head like a mohawk. His light brown long sleeved shirt came in contrast to Rocket’s short sleeved blue one.

His focus went from the device in his hand to your face, taking note of the smudged make up and your slightly disheveled hair.

“Who are you?” He had asked after pausing. Startled but not scared. Definitely confused.

“I’m…”

You couldn’t tell him how you were connected to Rocket, that was the one and only thing on your mind. Didn’t matter who this guy was, you had made a promise to your partner.

“Why are you in here?”

“I’m a friend of Rocket’s.” Your words were quick. You thought it was the best, and most harmless thing you could say to this stranger.

It was obvious he knew Rocket. That fact was made clear by him simply being on the ship is such a relaxed manner, without others to guide him around.

“Oh,” his voice was quiet, almost unsure. “A friend?”

You nodded and blinked once when your eyes had started to sting from keeping them so wide for so long.

“And why isn’t he in here with you?”

The amount of questions he was asking made you nervous. You almost thought he knew the answer to all of them, but the confusion on his face told you he was genuinely baffled that a stranger was in Rocket's quarters. On Rocket's bed.

You would be shocked too, if you weren't the one being talked about.

“He left.”

“Left?”

“Not sure where. Or when.”

You weren’t entirely helping your case here, but it was the best you could do to avoid telling this man who you were really were to Rocket.

At times, you weren’t even sure who you really were to Rocket.

The man’s eyes glazed over you, every part of you, taking in every detail almost is if he was making a judgement on what to do you with you.

It wasn’t the most comfortable stare, but his eyes didn’t seem to carry any malicious intent.

“Might be best for you to wait outside for the Cap'n to come back."

He spoke politely but his face was stern. And rightfully so too, you couldn't blame him. Based on his knowledge, you could have snuck onto the ship and taken anything you damn well pleased.

Of course, that wasn't was what happening at all.

But you couldn't tell him that. 'Not yet', per Rocket's pleading request.

With a nod, “sure, of course,” you left the room.

The man followed behind you by just a few feet. A reasonable distant to be not too close, but able to be certain you were heading towards the exit.

Making it to the open doors of the ship was an awkward journey. The sounds of your footsteps clanked off the walls no matter how soft you attempted to walk. Your posture was straight and your head was up, yet it was clear you were embarrassed by the red tint on your cheeks.

You took in each detail of the ship that you seemed to have missed all the three or four times you had visited the inside of the Bowie. Wires, bags, the occasional chewed up toy, it wasn’t just a ship the Guardians eused for missions, it was a home.

It made you want Rocket to bring you here more often.

But that was something for you ask when you weren’t being escorted out of the ship by one of his crew members.

You reached the large open door of the Bowie, the same Guardian still guiding you further out of the ship.

"What are you doing?"

Your eyes had landed on Rocket before he managed to ask that question. He took his last couple steps towards you, but his eyes were locked on the person who had confronted you back in Rocket's room, the man who was still standing behind you with his hand on your back, a subtle motion to forbid you from trying anything.

You felt like you were being arrested, which you technically could have been, if any of the Guardians chose to do so.

"She was in your quarters, Cap'n." He explained, almost with a stammer.

"I know." Rocket's gaze flickered over you, showcasing a twinge of softness before locking back on his fellow Guardian. "I left her there."

"You ... Respectfully, Rocket, I think leaving your … hook ups alone on the ship," he spoke carefully, "ain't the best idea."

"Hook up-?" Rocket took another step closer. "She's not a fuckin' 'hook up', Kraglin."

Finally knowing the man's name brought some ease to your soul, letting you exhale through your nose, quiet and soft. It was comforting, in a way, to know the name of at least one of the people Rocket spends each of his days with.

"i just ..." Kraglin glanced at you. "I just assumed-"

"Can you get your hands off her?"

Kraglin's hand dropped from your back as he took two cautionary steps to the side. "Uh, yeah, yeah, sorry ... ma'am-"

"Don't call her 'ma'am'."

Kraglin took one extra step back. "Right." He was surprised by Rocket's hard glare. It wasn't angry, but somehow eerie. His stance was relaxed while his eyes were unblinking. "Who is she?" Kraglin built the courage to ask.

"My ..." Rocket now froze. His glare transferred to you, his eyes softening once more as his mind searched for the best answer to give his co-pilot. His brain rattled for an explanation as to why this strange woman was in his room. And in that outfit.

The moment he had taken it off you last night was still fresh and replaying in his mind.

So was the moment he folded them the morning after.

"She's a friend."

Kraglin looked at you but your eyes were on your friend. Taking in every piece of his expression and body language just to know if he believed his own words.

"Alright." Kraglin hesitated while his hands brushed against his pants twice before extending one to shake yours. "It’s nice to meet you."

Slight confusion made your brows furrow. The tension in your face quickly melted when you looked at his hand then into his eyes. You return the gesture, shaking his hand with a gentle smile.

"You too, Kraglin."

He offered a nod to you and a quick side glance to Rocket. From what you could see, he presenting a sly smile to his captain. A knowing smile.

Rocket only replied by nodding his head and avoiding his eyes, keeping his line of sight to the ground while Kraglin walked off, leaving the two of you in a moment of silence.

It broke when Rocket spoke up while keeping his eyes on the ground, searching the dirt surrounding his feet for something interesting to distract himself with.

"What did you tell him?"

You looked at him, hoping he'd look at you, but the gravel seemed to be holding his attention with an unyielding grasp.

"That we were friends."

His ear twitched, "nothing else?"

You shook your head, "nope. Not even my name."

He sighed, and his eyes gradually made their way up to yours, who had been waiting patiently. His right hand gestured forward, in a way of offering his gratitude, before being placed back on his hip.

"Thank you."

You shared a small smile, understanding his worry. The worry he had mentioned to you before in that trembling voice you had only ever heard from him once.

"You're welcome, Rocket."

DAYUM THAT TOOK FOREVER

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~*Urahara Smut*~

This might be my favourite one yet 🫣 please feel free to reblog and comment 🥰

Prompts : "Can you be quiet?" & “Fuck, I wish this room was soundproof”

Say what you wanted about Captain Kyoraku, but the man knew how to throw a party. The lower floor of his manor was filled with drunken shinigami laughing heartily, the clinking of porcelain at yet another loudly proclaimed "cheers" and off key singing to the music battling to be heard over the ruckus. Alcohol and smoke blanketed the warm atmosphere, open patio doors inviting a cool, spring breeze into the room.

The boisterous yells of testosterone filled youth play fighting on the patio had your full attention. You watched amused as Renji and Ikkaku wrestled playfully, throwing around their weight to pin the other. Teasing insults flew about easily, hoping to catch the other off guard. You joined in the encouraging calls, standing next to Yumichika who had the familiar glint in his eye that only a member of the eleventh division had when witnessing a fight.

Renji got the upper hand, throwing all his weight forward he managed to pin Ikkaku on the ground, holding him down on his shoulders as Yumichika counted them down

"3..2..1! We have a winner!"

Renji jumped up, arms in the air celebrating his win boisterously. After a dramatic bow to the cheers from onlookers he offed Ikkaku a hand to his feet, accepting the promise of a rematch later with a manly thump to the shoulder

"who's next?" Renji asked the crowd, eyes falling on you with a big grin "YN? How about it? Fancy a wrestle?" He added a lecherous eyebrow wriggle much to the enjoyment of the gathering men. Your cheeks stained pink at the inebriated jeering pulled forth from the double meaning. You roll your eyes at the snicker Yumichika gave you, elbowing your side gently.

"hard pass" you say with a determined straight face, earning another rupture of laugher and good natured shoving between the men. Taking the moment to escape, you slip back into the heart of the party with a grin on your face. Dry scratch in the back of your throat prompted you to cross the busy room, in search of a drink in the kitchen.

After being swept up in a three way hug with a drunken Hisagi and Kira, the cause of the painfully awful singing you had heard from outside and side stepping a playful swot to your ass, courtesy of Captain Kyoraku as you walked passed him trying to encourage Ukitake to let loose and drink, you finally made it into the kitchen.

It was just as full and loud as the other room, a gaggle of girls giggled loudly as they sampled the snacks laid out. You spotted Matsumoto leaning heavily on a straining Momo, attempting to keep her alcohol loving friend upright. You chuckled at the sight, tipping the bottle of beer you snagged from the counter in her direction in greeting before slipping out into the hall, closing the door behind you.

You enjoyed a party as much as the next person, but you needed a moment of quiet amongst the madness. Sitting down heavily on the wooden staircase, you opened your drink and drank enthusiastically. With a sigh you leaned back onto the staircase, elbows propping you up on the step behind you. You listened to the muffled noise of the party, taking a moment to relax in the calm. Closing your eyes, you let your head fall back, tapping your foot to the beat of the music.

"Hiding, are we?"

The unexpected voice startled you, you jerked forward almost comically, beer sloshing out the top of the bottle to wet your hand. Your hand rested over your suddenly rapidly beating heart, eyes falling on the source of your fright. Kisuke Urahara stood at the foot of the stairs, fanning himself with that ridiculous fan he always had on him. Though the fan covered the lower half of his face, you knew he was grinning proudly by the crinkle in his mischievous eyes.

"Don't do that!" You scolded him sternly, wiping your beer soaked hand on your clothes. Sneaky bastard was quiet, you'd give him that. All the years working in the second division had made him almost impossible to detect unless he allowed you to do so. While it was an excellent trait to have when on duty as a Shinigami, it was unbecoming of the captain to use his light feet to scare unassuming parties, especially when involved wasting the alcohol you were enjoying "You scared me half to death"

The glint in his eyes only magnified at your less than pleased expression. He wafted his fan gently, the unruly tuft of blond hair that sat atop his nose fluttered in the breeze created

"sorry, sorry" The musical lilt of his voice sounded playfully behind his fan as he placated you with a lofty hand movement "I was merely curious as to why you were hiding out here alone"

"you enjoy creeping about and you know it" you scoff at the mock innocence he tried to portray, you knew him too well. He snapped his fan shut against his hand, sneaking it into the inside of his Black Kosode. The wrap of the kosode was loose, showing off the hardened, pale chest below. Not quite as lavishly open as Kyoraku tended to wear, though toeing the line of decency tantalisingly.

"you're avoiding the question" he teased, the clacking of his geta on the marble floor accompanied his walk over to you. He sat down next to you on the step, large frame invading your personal space. He reached out and stole the beer from your hand, raising it to his lips to greedily drink down. You watched transfixed at the way his Adam's apple bobbed with each swallow. From this angle, you could see how sharp his jaw was, defined..manly.

"there's a kitchen full of drinks in the kitchen you know. You didn't have to come all the way out here to steal mine" You told him with the perfect deadpan look. The boyish grin you had in return was worth the lack of drink currently in your hand. That was one of the things you enjoyed most about these parties. Seeing the Captains and Lieutenants relax and have fun, act like normal people for a change. It was refreshing to see Urahara out of the lab, socialising with the living, and not locking himself away to work on what ever new invention his brilliant mind had cooked up.

"maa, beer is supposed to be shared between friends" he handed you back the bottle, holding onto it teasingly when you tried to take it back. You raised an amused eyebrow at him, lips curved prettily in a smile. Your fingers brushed together against the cool chill of the glass as you had your little tug of war, the liquid splashing about threatening to spill

"we're friends?" You ask him once he released the bottle back into your possession, so suddenly that a few drops managed to escape, slowly sliding down the glass. Absentmindedly, you licked up the length of the bottle, chasing away the sticky trail. You got on well enough with him, chatted a few times during these parties, said hello when passed in the street. Not exactly on friendship terms though. You take a long pull of the tangy beer, missing the hungry look flashing in his eyes at the erotic way you cleaned the bottle

. "I think so" The small smile on his face didn't falter as he watched your tongue dip out to catch the moisture left on your lips "so tell me, friend, why are you out here alone?"

"I'm not alone" you lean into his space to nudge his shoulder with your own playfully "Im drinking with my buddy"

You chuckled at the way he cocked his head to the side, giving you a look that clearly said he was going to keep asking until he had an answer that satisfied his curious mind. "I just needed a moment to relax. I'm afraid I'm not as blissfully drunk as the others" not for lack of trying, as you took another drink before willing handing the bottle over to share.

Urahara took the bottle gratefully, lifting it to his lips he muttered out before drinking "that's not nearly as entertaining as what I was hoping you were up to "

"what did you think I was doing?" You asked perplexed. He shrugged, finishing the bottle he laid it on the step next to him. He stood up unexpectedly, turning to face you with a devilish grin, holding out a large calloused hand

"come explore with me"

"explore? where?" You slipped your hand into the one offered. Warm fingers encased your hand, pulling you from the steps quicker than you had anticipated, causing you to stumble into his deceivingly solid frame with a huff. His devious grin only widened as you straightened yourself away from his chest, dusting of pink colouring your cheeks

"upstairs. I bet Kyoraku has some good alcohol hidden away up there"

"we shouldn't" you weakly protest as he sneaked an arm around your waist, sitting a little too low to be considered friendly. "I don't want to be reprimanded for sneaking into a Captains bedroom uninvited "

"we can't get into trouble if we don't get caught" he whispered into your ear, hot breath tickled at the hairs covering it, making you shudder slightly. You were painfully aware at how close his hand was in proximity to your ass as he urged your forward, ghosting it across your body as he removed it. "It'll be fun"

You watched as he began the climb up the stairs, soft clicks of his shoes steadily climbing higher. Your mind quickly raced through all the possibilities of what could go wrong before sigh defeated. You never could resist satisfying a curiosity, "Wait up" you call after him, hurrying up the stairs to catch up.

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After discovering a bathroom and what seemed to be an unused office, Urahara lead you into a third room which could only be the master bedroom. Urahara let out a small whistle at the sight, a large bed dominated the room, deep blue bed sheets pulled neatly over the mattress. An array of matching pillows scattered across the headboard, plump and with a silky sheen. A small sofa and coffee table nestled against the wall behind the bedroom door had a small drinks cabinet next to it.

The room had two large windows letting in the soft glow from the moon, two doors sat on either ends of the room. Urahara made his way to investigate the contents of the drink's cabinet, crouching down to the balls of his feet. You crossed the room to the bed, running your fingers over the silky sheets. They were as soft as they looked, allowing your fingertips to glide effortlessly over them. You heard the clink of bottles bumping together followed by a satisfying pop of a cork over the hum of the party below.

"I knew it" Urahara said, pulling your focus from the bed. He stood with a bottle of sake in hand, holding it up to the moonlight to read the label. "Kyoraku always has good sake" You watched as he drank straight from the bottle before handing it over to you

You accept the offering, shaking your head with a smile "we're going to get in so much trouble"

The grin he gave you was wide and playful as he sank down onto the bed, bouncing lightly to test the comfort. The bed protested in the form of creeky springs "what Kyoraku doesn't know, can't hurt us" the dramatic wink he gave made you grin in return

Not finding any fault in that logic, you surrendered to the situation you were in. You sat down on the bed next to Urahara before indulging in the sake. The tart, fruity liquid tantalised your taste buds, the burn of the alcohol warming up your throat. You felt the warmth associated with alcohol surge through your body, relaxing your tense muscles.

You handed over the drink, Uraharas fingers brushed over your own. Rough with burns and callouses , the texture sent a shock of arousal through you. You felt the warmth radiated off him in waves, burning through your clothes where your thighs brushed, arms grazed. Urahara watched your face intently, eyes taking in every curve and line of your face as he brought the bottle to his lips. Neck of the bottle pillowed against his full bottom lip, head tilted back, his messy blond hair caught in the moonlight practically glowed.

You watched transfixed as his tongue darted out to moisten his lips, slightly parted with suddenly loud breathing. The smell of the fruity sake on his breath was inviting, melting harmoniously with his own natural musk. The slight undertone of latex and the tang of chemicals enriched the aroma surrounding him. Urahara laid a heavy hand onto the bed behind you, leaning his weight to dip towards you. Your breath caught in your throat at the way his steely grey eyes fixated on you. The way they searched intently into the depths of your own. They drop down to your lips slowly, inching forward as if to appreciate them fully.

The weight of his gaze and the warmth of his proximity had you leaning closer. The hazy cover of alcohol dimmed the sensible thoughts you should've been having. The air thickened around you, pushing you closer together in an unbreakable pull. Half laden eyes watched you carefully, looking for the sign to back away or the invitation to lean in closer. Your tongue nervously darted out, separating your lips, inviting him closer.

Urahara placed the sake inbetween his strong thighs, opening up a palm to cup your jaw. His thumb brushed against your bottom lip, before leaning in to close the gap. Your breath mingled hotly between you, eyes fluttering closed at the promise of soft lips moulding to your own. Fingers gripped into the back of your neck, angling your face perfectly.

A shrill squeal broke through the erotic atmosphere between you. A breath away from making contact, you jumped away from eachother startled. A girly giggle and the thundering of heavy steps on the staircase filtering through the open bedroom door had you jumping from the bed. Wide eyed you grabbed Uraharas arm, shaking it nervously "We're going to get caught, genius" you whisper loudly to him, a deep chuckle increasingly getting closer the the bedroom you were hiding in.

Uraharas head whipped side to side, deciding on the best corse of action he grabbed hold of your wrist, thrusting the sake into your hand and dragging you willingly across the bedroom. He opened the door you had noticed to the left of the room, hurrying in and tugging you sharply into his chest. He closed the door quietly slipping you both into darkness. You detangled yourself from Urahara pushing you into his smooth chest, your back lightly hit the door behind you. You held your breath at the noise, waiting for whomever had come upstairs to discover you. The main bedroom door slamming shut made you jump, your hands automatically gripped onto Uraharas top, fisting the open neckline.

You heard the deep, sultry undertone of Kyorakus muffled voice in the next room, a feminine reply cut short by a thump of bodies hitting a wall. Your head shoots up to stare into Uraharas shaded face, absolutely mortified. The devious grin you found on his face had you thumping him on the chest "what are we going to do now, genius?" You whisper harshly at him.

You felt the silent snicker he gave by the shuddering of his chest. Eyes adjusting to the change in lighting, you discovered he had pulled you into a closet, a small closet. Clothes hung high on one wall, draws nestled neatly below the hems of the hanging garments. The other wall, thankfully clear, giving you enough room to not be nestled in Kyorakus clothes. The small wall opposite the door held a small circular window, mercifully bathing the room in moonlight, cutting through the darkness

"the window" you nodded behind Urahara, urging him gently with your fingers. Urahara made a tight spin, taking two steps to cross the distance and examine the window. You laid the sake down on one of the cabinets tops, watching as His hands circled the frame gently, before turning back to you, head already shaking.

"no good, it doesn't open" you could hear the amusement in his whispered voice, clearly not as effected by the embarrassing situation as you were. The familiar creek of the bed springs sounded out, followed by a desperate moan. Your hands flew to your mouth to catch the gasp you almost let escape.

"oh my god" you whisper, all too familiar with what those signs mean. Your slender fingers covered your face, heat rushing through your body as you listened to the sounds of Captain Kyoraku engaging in the beginnings of sex with his next willing partner. How did you always let yourself get into these situations? You had only wanted a moments silence, now you were trapped with the man you had nearly kissed in the closet of another man, evidently doing more than just kissing if you were to judge the situation by the next obnoxiously loud moan.

Sliding your hands down your face you let them fall heavily back to your side. Heat rushed through your body, reacting to the live porn going on in the room the other side of the door. The feminine breathy moans had your thighs squeezing together, needy throb from between your legs, jealous that you weren't the one to feel such pleasure. Your skin tingled at the yearning to feel strong hands bring you to the brink of pleasure.

So focused on the room beyond the closet you failed to notice the change in the atmosphere until it hit you overwhelmingly, stealing your breath away. Urahara stood in closer proximity than you realised, taller frame blocking half of the moons warming glow. You could hear his deep slow breathing, feel his body vibrate with tension. You looked up into his face cast in shadow, moon glowing around his wide silhouette.

You saw his hand twitching beside him, itching to reach out and grab you. The woman calling out Shunsuis name had you both slamming together in a feverish kiss. Urahara used his superior strength to push you back into the wall, pinning you with his lips. His hands found purchase at the curve of your hips, pushing himself into you. His soft, demanding lips parted your own, his tongue hungrily caressing your own as he dominated your mouth.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you desperately. Your fingers scratched the back of his head, threading through his hair to grip it tightly. You could tell the sounds from the adjoining room had excited him as much as it did you by the hardened length pressed against your hip. You moan into the kiss, Urahara swallowing it greedily, grinding himself into you.

Your hands traveled down from his neck, over the hardened planes of his chest and into his kosode. Your fingers memorised the smooth muscles, soaked in the heat from his defined abs. Your lips separated, panting hotly between you. Your hands greedily pushed away his kosode, searching for more bare skin. Urahara made quick work of your sash, undoing the knot securing it you your body and dropping it to the floor. You are breasts hit the air, nipples hardening rapidly.

Pushing off your top, Urahara ducked his head to capture a dusty pink nipple into his mouth and sucked enthusiastically. Your back arched off the cool wall, thrusting your breast into his willing mouth. Urahara helped you remove his top before bringing his hand up to your neglected globe, squeezing it approvingly in his rough hand. Your head fell back to knock into the wall, panting deeply as the spikes of pleasure rushed through you, dampening your panties.

Rolling your nipple between his fingers, Urahara left your breast, flicking his tongue against your hardened bud before rising. His breath ghosted over your face, hand caressing over your exposed side to tease a finger along the waist band of your bottoms. "Can you be quiet?" You felt him whisper against your lips. At your breathless nod he closed the distance, pressing his lips against yours in a breath stealing kiss.

The shout pulled from a powerful orgasm in the bedroom covered the sound of Uraharas knees hitting the floor. Skilled fingers pulled down your soaked panties along with your bottoms, pulling them from your ankles with your cooperation. Your thighs trembled as you felt large hands smooth their way up your legs, a trail of heat rushing up to your core. Kisses teased the supple flesh of your inner thigh, hands nudging your legs further apart. A sharp nip the the skin made you gasp, his wet tongue soothing the area had your head swimming in arousal.

The springs whining beyond the door distracted you momentarily, reminding you of the situation you were in. A stubbled chin scratching the sensitive mound between your legs had your head snapping back down. Urahara grinned at you wolfishly before surging forward, burying his face between your legs for a lavish kiss with your clit. Your hands reached out to grab fistfuls of messy blond hair, helping keeping you up right as your legs trembled beneath you. Darkened with lust eyes bore into your own, commanding you to keep eye contact as his devilishly skilled tongue twirled around your most sensitive area. The scruff on his jaw brought new sensations to your supple flesh, adding to the stimulation.

There wasn't a more sinful sight than that of Kisuke Urahara hungrily devouring your core while maintaining eye contact, of that you were certain. A quiet whimper escaped your lips, pleasure rippling through you. Tightening your hold on his hair, Urahara groaned into your pussy, the gravely tone sending vibrations to your swollen clit. Your top teeth snagged your bottom lip, biting down to quiet the desperate moan threatening to make itself known.

Uraharas hand snaked it's way around your thigh, lifting it easily to drape over a broad shoulder. Inching forward into the new space, he pushed two fingers through your dampened folds, teasing your hot silky inner walls. Your hips bucked forward, chasing the feeling of being penetrated. The deep sultry tones of Kyoraku sounded through the quiet, adding to the lustful haze you were lost in. The rhythmic tapping of a headboard hitting the wall set a steady rythem for the nimble fingers fucking into you.

Lip threatening to break and bleed, you opted to raise your hand, biting down on the fleshy part of your thumb. "Urahara" you mumbled around your flesh, praising the steady rhythm building you up to a euphoric orgasm. You hips grounded down onto his thrusting fingers, fucking your self on his digits. Talented tongue swirling around your clit, pressing into it firmly before wrapping his lips securely and sucking deeply. Fingers brushed against the spongy pleasure spot inside you, along with the powerful suction had you coming apart.

The hand twisted up in the mop of hair tightened, pushing him away wetly from your over stimulated bud as you tumbled blindly into an orgasm. Your legs shook with the pleasure, as your head dropped back in a silent moan. Your release coated his busy fingers, riding you through your orgasm. The wetness reached your thighs, cooling rapidly against your skin.

Darkness around the edges of your vision faded as his fingers slipped from your clenching pussy, greedily trying to pull them back in. Breathing hard you looked down at the erotic sight. Urahara knelt at your feet, head pushed back by your own fingers in his hair. He looked up at you with a carnal desire, eyes locked onto yours in a predatory stare.

Grip softening in his locks, your hand slid down to his jaw, the scratch of his scruff prickled against your palm. Dampened with your arousal, Uraharas tongue dragged across his lips, savouring your taste, not willing to loose a drop. Gracefully he rose, caging you between the wall and his sculptured body. Defined chest pressed against your soft breasts, nipples rubbing against the taunt skin. Breath painted with the smell of your arousal invaded your space, wet lips allowing you to taste yourself in a languid kiss.

"call me Kisuke" he breathed into your neck, leaving feathering kisses at the juncture where it met your shoulder. Your eyes slip closed at the lingering kisses he left, breathing out his name in a prayer. The sound of his breathy name falling from your lips had him rolling his hips, reminding you of his neglected cock held prisoner behind his clothes. Fingers roamed over his impressive abs, dipping into the contours of his muscles. Following down the trail of hair you hooked your fingers into his waist band, tugging them down eagerly.

Kisuke assisted in pushing the garments away, eagerly allowing his straining cock to spring free. Your hand wrapped around the smooth length, thumb circling the leaking, bulbous head to spread the ejaculate seeping out. You felt the shuddering breath against your neck as he thrust into your hand, chasing the exquisite squeeze around his member. "Kisuke" you moan wantonly over his head, rolling your fist up his arousal.

Urahara straightened, two firm hands wrapped around your legs and threw you up the wall effortlessly to meet his desperate look. You guided his length to your core, wetting the head through your dampened folds. Urging him in, Kisuke thrusted forward, sliding through your clenching walls to the hilt. Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers returning to his messed up hair.

Kisuke subconsciously began thrusting into you in time with the slamming headboard in the room beyond. The drag of his thick cock stretching your inner walls almost painfully. The angle had him hitting your sweet spot with feverish accuracy. Strong hands cupped your ass, kneading the juicy globes appreciatively. Head buried in your neck, he nibbled at your skin, soothing the nips with a strong swipe of his tongue. You moan into his ear, pleasure rippling through your body.

Uraharas hand flew up to cup over your mouth, muffling the cry your lustful mind couldn't stifle. "Fuck, I wish this room was soundproof" he growled into your ear, powerful hips snapping into you eliciting a high keen smothered by his palm "I bet I can make you scream louder than that lovey lass in there"

You panted harshly behind the hand, trying to suck in a lungful of air. Your mind was swimming dizzily, lost in the pleasure given to you. Your fingers dug into Kisukes shoulders, nails marking his skin with Cresent shape indents. His thrusting increased with the rapid banging next door, plowing through you as the woman screamed out in toe curling pleasure. The gruff manly grunts that followed added to your arousal, locking eyes with Urahara pleadingly as the headboard ceased its racket, springs no longer whining.

"stay quiet" Urahara whispered, removing his hand at your nod to resume its place on your ass. You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, burying your face into his shoulder to muffle any sounds that could escape. Using the leverage Kisuke had on your ass, he pulled you down onto every thrust, making you feel every rigid inch he pushed into your soaking pussy.

You were in ecstasy. Your body buzzed and vibrated with unmeasurable pleasure. Desire oozed from you at every thick drag his cock had in your tight walls. Everything around you was Kisuke. His handsome face, contorted in pure pleasure stared at you intently, obscuring everything else in the room. His hard, powerful body pressed against your own, everywhere he touched hot and pleasurable, overwhelming your senses. The air in the closet was thick and warm, the subtle smell of your sex melting together, musky and heady. The sounds of sweat slicked skin slapping together, desperate breathy moans and the embarrassingly wet noises coming from your joining bodies.

The introduction of his thumb pressing firmly into your clit had you spiralling. Quick short movements against the over sensitive bud had you slamming your eyes shut, a bright light exploding behind them. You could feel your impending orgasm race towards you, feeling the tension about to snap you bit down into his shoulder, muffling the cry you gave. Unrelenting hips slammed you into the wall repeatedly, Kisuke chasing after his own orgasmic bliss as you clamped down tightly. Spasming walls and the sudden gush of liquid surged him on. Orgasm fading away, you released the hold you had on his shoulder; visible wet teeth marks left of the otherwise unblemished skin.

Your body sagged in his grip, endorphins giving your a boneless feel as all your muscles relaxed. With half hooded eyes you raised your head, body jerking along with his erratic thrusts. Kisukes dark grey eyes held your own, panting with the force he used to bring himself to the edge. Nudging your nose with his own, you tilted your chin up to accept his desperate kiss. His tongue coated your own lazily, a stark contrast to the way he plowed his dick into you erratically.

Desperate thrusts turned sloppy, loosing all sense of rhythm as he came deep inside you. He groaned into your mouth and your swallowed it gladly. The fingers he had on your ass pinched in bruisingly, holding you flush against his twitching member as he exploded his hot seed deep within you. Urahara gently laid his sweaty forehead on your own, heating up the space between you as his breathing fought to return to normal. The hair messily falling over his nose tickled your own, you brushed it back only to watch amused as it immediately fell back into place over his nose. Hiss fingers eased up from the grip he had on your ass as he came down from his high. soothing the area with the palm of his hands.

Cock softening inside you, your legs went limp around his waist, struggling to hold yourself up. Urahara pulled himself free from your depths, wincing at how sensitive he was. Carefully he helped you to lower your legs, assuring you could hold your weight before loosening his grip. His hands rubbed up to your hips, rubbing his thumb over the silky skin. He kissed you sweetly, lips lingering on your own as you enjoyed the post orgasmic glow. ——————————————————

Both fully dressed you had kissed lightly in the quiet darkness. Gentle fingers caressed your cheek, whispering sweet words of your sudden frenzied love making. When loud snores vibrated through the room, you broke the silence with a whisper "you think it's safe to sneak out?" Urahara rested a finger onto his lips, warning you to remand quiet. Silently he moved to the closet door, opening it a fraction to peer out into the room. He beckoned your forward with a curl of his fingers. Picking up your shoes, not trusting yourself to be as quiet as Urahara when wearing them, you sneaked your way over.

His fingers intertwined with your own, holding your hand securely as he pushed the door open enough for you both to slip out. With held breath you slowly crossed the room. You couldn't resist darting your eyes to to bed in the centre of the room. Kyoraku lay on his back snoring loudly, wide hairy chest exposed to the room. One strong leg laid kicked out from the sheet, thankfully still covering his modesty. Dark brown hair covered the face of the woman nestled into his side, making it impossible for you to identify her.

Urahara squeezing your hand had your eyes snapping back to his. His eyebrows were raised comically at your staring, teasing smirk on his kissed swollen lips. You sent him a toothy grin at being caught staring. With a playful shake of his head, Urahara urged you to cross the room, avoiding the messily thrown clothes that littered the floor.

One in the hall, Urahara closed the door behind you with a soft click. You both released a deep breath, tension finally broken now that you hadn't been caught in a compromising position . Urahara picked up his speed, dragging you along behind him as he hurried to the stairs. Practically running down the wooden staircase you began giggling. Adrenaline surged through your veins as Kisuke threw open the front door the the manor, running through the gardens with your laugh chasing behind him. He turned to see you running behind him, wide mischievous grin back on his handsome face. The very same grin that had gotten you trapped in that closet in the first place.

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