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echo-goes-mmm · 29 days

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Silas and Wren 2.0 #4

Masterpost

Warnings: dubcon, strangulation

He bounced on Master’s cock, forcing out a moan as if it felt good. Sweat dripped down his back.

It was hard work, pleasing his master, but he was good at his job and it would be over soon.

Master’s hand wrapped around his neck, and he flipped them over. He slapped him across the face once, twice.

Master thrust into him, his hand tightening around his neck, and it was fine- masters sometimes liked choking him.

Master fucked into him deeper, and the angle was nearly nice when his hand squeezed again, cutting off his air. It was fine-

Except he didn’t let up.

“Master,” he choked out, “wait!”

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes.

Master moaned above him, and wrapped his other hand around his neck, pressing him down into the mattress.

“Ple-” black fuzziness swarmed his vision- “ase-!”

He pried at the fingers around his throat, but they only dug in harder.

Master was strangling him-

Master was killing him-

He fought and fought, thrashing and bucking, desperate for air- for Master to get off of him-

But it was useless, his struggle was only making him weaker-

His body went limp as the life drained out of it.

He’d done his duty perfectly, and death was his reward.

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Wren woke up gasping. He stumbled out of bed to look in the mirror. No angry marks, no bruises, nothing.

He tore off his clothes, standing bare in front of the mirror.

Nothing.

Despite the ache in his thighs and the struggle to catch his breath, there wasn’t a single mark on him.

Wren picked up his shirt again, but he hesitated.

It had been several days since Master had bought him, and Wren still had not been naked in front of him.

He should have been inspected ages ago.

Wren lingered in front of the mirror. He looked fine. He’d always been average; not tall nor short, with light brown eyes and red-brown hair.

‘Average’ had worked well for him so far, but what if Master didn’t like his body and opted to return him?

Wren shook the thought from his head. No one wanted to fuck a depressed slave. Masters wanted pleasure, and pleasant faces to look at.

He pulled on his clothes, fixed his hair, and headed downstairs. It was just after sunset, and he needed some food in his belly before Master Silas grew hungry.

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“Morning, Wren,” yawned Master Silas.

“Good morning, Master.”

Wren picked at the omelet he had made. It had looked so good in the pan, but he felt hands around his throat every time he swallowed a bite.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, master. Just tired.”

“Alright.”

Wren jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Sorry,” Silas said. “You don’t mind, do you?”

Wren shook his head, sitting stock-still as Master’s hand slid up to his neck.

Wren closed his eyes. Don’t strangle me, don’t strangle me-

But Master only pressed a cool, gentle kiss to his throat before biting down.

It didn’t hurt; in fact it felt nice on the phantom pains that his dream had left behind.

If Master Silas did decide to kill him, Wren would scarcely notice, and that was a blessing.

Warm blood trickled out of the wound, and he could distantly feel the tug of Master drinking.

Silas’s fingers twitched on the side of his neck, and icy-hot fear shot through him. Please please please no-

Master pulled away, and Wren felt dazed. Dizzy, like the world had decided to spin around him.

“Are you alright?”

Master’s voice was far away.

“Mhm.”

Master Silas pushed his plate towards him. “You should eat more.”

Wren whimpered. He didn’t want to; he’d throw up.

“Wren,” Master said, and the room snapped back into focus.

“Sorry,” he said. “I’m sorry.”

“You need to eat.”

“I- I can’t,” he said, staring down at his plate. The omelet looked back at him. Cold. He wasn’t hungry anymore.

Silas walked away, and Wren’s heart sank. He was surely getting something to punish him with.

“How do you make tea?” Master asked.

“Huh?”

“Tea,” he said again. “What are the steps?” Master Silas opened a cupboard and through his dizziness Wren could see a box of tea on the shelf.

“You- you boil some water.”

Master took the shiny new kettle off the stove, filling it at the sink. He flipped on the burner, the gas light sparking blue flames.

“Then what?”

“You get a mug,” Wren said dumbly, “and put a tea bag in.”

Master pulled a mug down from a shelf and selected a bag.

The kettle started to whistle. It hurt his ears.

“And then you just… pour the water in.”

“Anything else?”

Wren rubbed his eyes. “Some people put in sugar… or lemon…”

He closed his eyes for a moment, and then suddenly a warmth brushed over his hand.

Wren looked down; a mug of warm tea had been shoved in front of him.

“Drink your tea,” said Master, “you look awful.”

“Okay,” he said weakly. He sipped at the mug. It was sweet and lemon-y, and it calmed his anxious throat.

“Better?”

Wren nodded wordlessly. He couldn’t remember the last time he actually had tea. It was a luxury most Masters didn’t give him, but he couldn’t bring himself to really enjoy it.

Master had said he looked awful. Wren closed his eyes before he could start to cry. He had never cried prettily enough; and it certainly wouldn’t help Master’s opinion of him.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

“It’ll pass,” he choked out. “Please.” Please don’t punish me.

Silas held up his hands. Wren eyed him, exhausted and wary.

“Okay,” he said. “I’ll let you be.”

No, Wren wanted to say, I’ll be good for you; don’t leave!

But the words wouldn’t come.

Master Silas turned and was gone.

And Wren was left all alone with a meal he couldn’t bear to eat and a half-empty mug.

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bruh-myguy-what · 1 month

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May I please request [WET] with Rex or Gregor or Howzer or Hunter? 🤣🙈 thank you, you wonderfully talented thing you! 💕

Hello, dear friend 😅

I'd like to formally apologize for disappearing on this ask/request for so long. I feel horrible 😓...BUT, I refused to allow that to prevent me from finishing it! SO! Almost a year later, here if your request!

Honestly, I struggled so much with picking between Howzer and Gregor haha I haven't written for any of your boys you suggested before so I felt the most comfortable with Howzer. Though, if you have any more requests, I'd be more than happy to make those about the other two 😏 Also, I started this far before season 3 came out haha sooooo, I just went with what I had mostly written.

Anyway! Here you are, friend!

The Downpour

Pairing: Captain Howzer x fem!reader

Warnings: none really? A little risqué but nothing NSFW- still not entirely my forte just yet haha, but some good kissing.

Summary: Howzer is hiding himself away, on a planet that should keep him safe until Rex and Gregor can come back for him with a few other Clone Rebels. Until then, he is at the mercy of a woman Rex had contact with to keep the clone Captain fed. But Howzer is struggling with rising feelings he never knew a military man like himself could feel.

Word Count: 3k

Though on a different planet, hiding was still a top priority to Howzer, especially now that he not only had to protect himself but you, as well. It hadn’t been long since Rex and Gregor, along with a few other rebellious clones, found a secluded place for the rogue to settle. Rex had a few connections to people in the neighboring town so Howzer had someone to help supply food or whatever he may need and that was how he stumbled upon you- the one who helped far more than he could’ve ever asked. You not only supplied food but comfort when he would have sudden bouts of panic and flashbacks of seeing his brothers die in battle. Not just comfort, but encouragement, kindness, understanding…compassion. For a clone. For someone expendable. Replaceable. However, you’d told him multiple times he wasn’t, there was no way he could understand how you’d believed that. You were so unique, so breathtakingly exotic to him, and yet…the only thing that made him any different than his brothers was the scars on his face from the battles he’d seen. Nevertheless, no matter how he’d felt about what you may have seen in him, he promised to protect you with every possible effort he could muster. You made the little shack he took shelter in a home and as reckless as the thought was, Howzer fully believed that he would prefer death before he’d let the Empire take that feeling from him. But of course, you were oblivious to all of the overwhelming affection that he scarcely kept from boiling over every time you’d show up at his door with that smile that he spent nights dreaming about.

Today was only a little different…

It was a cloudy, overcast day and Howzer assumed rain would be expected at some point in the day but being new to the region he was still growing accustomed to the exotic weather patterns. So, going about his day as he normally would, while waiting for you, he busied himself with straightening up the small shack for your arrival. There was hardly room to make a mess, though that didn’t stop the clone from feeling as if he needed to make the place as perfect for you as he could, every single time. Howzer could feel his fingers fidgeting nervously, adjusting the vase of native flora in the center of the table back and forth a few times to keep his hands busy. He’d found a bush of wild flowers a day or two ago, during his daily trek of the surrounding woods, and decided that he wanted to surprise you with them during one of your regular stop-ins. The feeling you gave him was an entirely new experience for the clone, he’d only ever known war and militia- cold nights and dangerous encounters. But you gave him gentle touches and warm smiles that brought a whole new perspective to his life- a softer perspective and he craved it.

Blinking, Howzer realized he’d been daydreaming of you once again, brought back to reality by the grounding sound of heavy rain hammering the roof above his head. Glancing out the window to see if the sound matched the actual amount of rain outside, Howzer glimpsed your silhouette amongst the trees. “She’s lost her mind!” He panicked to himself as he grabbed for his raincoat by the door, rushing out into the torrent to meet you halfway. The rogue clone shouted your name over the loud rain, bounding up to you. “Howzer!” You simply greeted him with a grin that nearly toppled him. The hand over your forehead, protecting your face from the rough battering of rain, moved to wave innocently at the man approaching you.

Once in front of one another, Howzer’s breath ragged from his sprint to you, he realized that the coat was useless, noticing how soaked through you’d become despite his efforts. Taking in your drenched figure, heat rose to warm his cheeks from the cold air when he observed how the wet fabric folded over your curves. “Seems a little silly for us both to be soaked, don’t you think, Captain?” You laughed playfully as you wiped at the water in your eyes. “I mean, look at you,” You motioned to his t-shirt that was now clinging to his well-muscled torso, taking a secret moment to admire it for yourself.

“I-uh,” he fought with his thoughts, the sight of your figure distracting him from the words he knew he needed to say to explain why he’d run out to meet you. Squeezing his eyes shut to think, he chuckled out a breath at his internal struggle. “You make me a fool, cyare. That’s my only defense.” He finally muttered against the rain, meeting your eyes with a charming smile.

Perplexed by seeing his lips move but not processing what he was saying because of the loud pattering of the rain, you blinked a few times. “Sorry, Captain” you teased his title again, “I’m afraid the rain is drowning out your voice.” Leaning to look past the larger man, you then glanced up at his face to see he was fixated on your eyes. “Maybe we should head inside, then you can tell me what you wanted to say.”

Once inside the humble shack, you shuffled out of the soaked jacket you had tossed on before leaving. Glancing over your shoulder at Howzer, noting that he was placing his usual paranoid locks in place, you queried, “So what was it that you said out there, Howzer?”

“Oh! Uh-“ Howzer stumbled over his words momentarily, remembering exactly what he’d unintentionally let slip, and silently praised the rain for being loud enough to cover his mistaken confession. “I-I was saying that you are incredibly insane for walking all the way here in that mess of rain.” His chuckle warmed your chilled bones as he took a seat on one of the wooden chairs at the small round table you, yourself were standing near. His honey eyes glimmered against his wet hair, which was currently plastered against his forehead, “Though, I’ve come to find that your unpredictable nature is endearing.” and the boyish grin that followed after made you surprisingly bashful.

A light blush touched your cheeks as you swatted him away, “I didn’t choose to walk through the deluge out there haphazardly, ya know! It just started pouring on my way over here”, your laugh trailing off as you pulled out the rations you were supposed to be delivering. “Halfway here I realized the rations were probably ruined as well…Sorry, Howzer.” The drenched packages that slopped onto the counter from your bag gave away the condition of the contents. A pout fell over your face and Howzer could hardly keep his heart steady as he saw the precious upturn of your brows.

The captain could hear the remorse and guilt weaving through your normally bubbly voice, so he waved his hand in dismissal. “Don’t worry about it, we can figure something else out, mesh’la. Besides, you should know by now, the rations are nice,” he chuckled, “but the company is far more valuable to me.” You had only met a handful of clones throughout your life, many of the Clone Wars had affected the planet around you, but never yours so that left the planet more for the stationing of the clones- but very rarely. The ones you had met had seemed far more rough around the edges, more militant than Howzer was, at least around you. He was always so gentle and notably affectionate. Certainly not that you were complaining, the way he treated you was special enough to swoon you from early on. A handsome military man with a compassionate heart was hardly something anyone could deny for too long.

Especially one with such an adorable smile such as his.

“I uh-” Howzer clearing his throat brought you back as he tapped his fingers against the table, “I saw these while I was on one of my walks the other day.” A subtle gesture toward the mason jar of wildflowers brought your attention to them, “they reminded me of you so I thought I’d bring them back and, uh, see how you liked them.” His eyes flickered between your reaction and the flora between the two of you. It wasn’t the first time the clone captain had been unsure of exactly what to say around you, not by a long shot, but the current situation felt more difficult than others.

“For…me?” The sweet innocence in your voice betrayed the devastatingly sinful way the wet clothes accentuated your figure for his trained eye, so in an attempt to compose himself, Howzer fiddled with pushing his wet hair back and out of his face.

“Yeah, for you, mesh’la” he cleared his throat again to steady his growing anticipation. Watching as your beautiful eyes widened in realization, picking the jar up to inspect it closer, Howzer felt his left leg begin to bounce against the wood floor. The silence felt suffocating as you continued to run your finger delicately through the flowers, not glancing even once over at the anxious captain. It gave enough pause for Howzer to overthink his words, maybe he should’ve explained more the reason why he picked them? Perhaps he shouldn’t have said anything? Had he said too much? Or worse…were these flowers that he thought were pretty just seen as weeds on your planet and now you thought he was insulting you?

Oh, stars…what if you thought he was insulting you!

“They’re so beautiful, Howzer,” your voice was soft and wistful enough to halt every worrying thought swirling inside of him. “I can’t believe you gathered them just for me. I really appreciate that.” You held the jar close to your chest and he was met with another one of your devastating smiles that made his heart stop in its thundering rhythm. The sparkle in your eyes hypnotized him, reeling him into what felt like a world where just your smile existed. There was no Republic, no Empire, no war, no Order 66, no hiding for safety…just the dream that was so perfectly…you. In this world, there were no repercussions for how he felt. He could love you freely as his heart desired, finally know the way you’d feel wrapped up in him, he wouldn’t have to worry about you being hurt by anyone because of him.

You could properly be his, the way he wanted to be yours.

“You are breathtaking, mesh’la…”

The words caught you off guard, your eyes having traveled back down at some point to look over the floral arrangement in your hands now snapped back over to see the clone captain gazing at you lovingly, as if he were looking upon a rare star. “H-Howzer…?”

It seemed as if he were enchanted by something as he stood up from his chair, being drawn in by the longing to touch you, “forgive me, I know this is sudden,” Howzer began in a low tone, his fingers caressing your hand as he approached, removing the jar gently and placing it aside. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” the way he breathed your name elicited goosebumps across your arms, his rough fingertips chasing them up to carefully cup your neck. Brown eyes searched yours for any sign of discomfort from his sudden display but he could find nothing of the such, surprise, elation, and confusion perhaps, but not an ounce of displeasure. Your wet cheeks felt warmer and warmer by the second, the restriction of the clothes that clung to your body becoming alarmingly apparent. “I could’ve chosen a better time to do this, I guess.” Chuckling as he wiped away a stray drop of rain that cascaded down your jaw to your neck where his warm hand was still settled.

“No,” your voice startled you, speaking before you even realized, “please…don’t stop. I-I…you’re very warm this close.”

“I could warm you up a little more,” the shift in his eyes was alluring as one of his hands slid back to cradle the back of your head, gently tangling his fingers through your wet hair, tilting your face up a little more to glance between your eyes and lips, “that is, if you’d allowed me, cyra’ika?” His grin melted any resolve you had to deny him for the sake of Rex and any other clones that might need their brother in top shape…not distracted by a romantic entanglement.

Your heart fluttered wildly against your chest, curiosity overwhelming you, “warm me up more?” and at his simple nod, you continued, “h-how?” Your hands finally came up to slide over his wet shirt, settling at his chest as he stepped even further into your space.

“I could tell you,” Howzer began, “or I could show you how beautiful I think you are.” he finished softer, the same fire behind his eyes. Thousands of possibilities ran wild through your mind at the offer, but before you could choose just one, hearing his gruff voice whisper your name to catch your immediate attention. “It would be an honor of mine to kiss you…please.”

Without answering, you surged upward to crash against him in a desperate attempt to quell some of the burning in your chest for the man before you. Howzer grunted at the sensation of feeling you against him finally, tasting your lips for the first time nearly bringing him to his knees. One of his hands stayed firmly at the back of your head, the other sliding down to press your lower back, pushing you further into him- craving the sensation of you everywhere. The way your lips slid against his in a fervent kiss made his head spin and the surprise of this even being reality instead of one of his many dreams caused him to pull away only a fraction to allow a whisper of your name to echo between the two of you. “Yes, Captain?” Your response was just as quiet as his, the title more of a pet name when spoken from your lips, “Don’t tell me you’re going to retreat from me now.” You always had such a sweet, innocent sparkle to your eye, and the way you gazed up at him currently with the same glimmer but this time with a haze of lust and hooded eyes made the clone captain even more resolute in his sudden decision.

“I’d be a kriffing fool, mesh’la,” Howzer pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your lips, his tongue sliding dominantly into your mouth, claiming the treasure that was your moan. “A kriffing fool…” he repeated, almost breathlessly before he dove back in to devour you once more. The heated exchange was nearly dizzying, as he kissed you repeatedly, pulling away for only moments long enough to breathe. You’d always experienced his passion when he spoke of his brothers, the Clone Wars, Ryloth, and even Hera- the little Twi’lek girl he watched over often. But experiencing his passion in such an intimate way felt surreal and with his lips now trailing down your jaw to leave warm kisses against your neck you muttered his name through heavy breaths. “Yes, cyar’ika?” The gravel in his voice vibrated through your body.

“Wh-What do those words-” you were interrupted by a sudden gasp as he pulled aside the wet shoulder of your shirt to kiss your wet skin, “those words mean…the names you call me.”

Howzer hummed in pleasure at your question, kissing back along to your collarbone, “my Mando’a pet names for you,” he began, only stopping to speak against your cold skin, “Mesh’la,” he kissed your clavicle, “means beautiful. Which you are, to me.” Lips leaving kisses across to the other shoulder, “Cyar’ika” a warm open-mouthed kiss to the juncture between your neck and shoulder, “means darling, or sweetheart- interchangeably. And you are both of those things, my darling and my sweetheart.” His whispers only heightened the sensation of his kisses against your skin. “Cyare”, this one he paused for a moment, considering if he should give the truth of the definition to you, or what others could use the word to mean. As his lips kissed up the column of your neck, Howzer felt the way your hands gripped at the cloth of his shirt, fortifying his determination. Leaving a kiss just below your ear he whispered, “Mean beloved.” Your shuttering gasp made him smile against your skin, “which you are. You are my beloved.”

It felt like a dream as you felt him encircle you within his arms, head rising to meet your eyes once more, his damp hair, you noticed, having come to fall back onto his forehead. “You are everything I never even considered and if you’ll continue to let me, I would love to show you just how deeply I care about you, mesh’la.” His eyes spoke more than his words, the way they glimmered eagerly to shower you with his affection.

It felt as if your heart were bound to burst upon all of the sudden emotions, but you merely took a deep breath and matched his growing smile, “I would love that, Howzer. Please, show me how much you care about me, so that I may do the same for you.”

Mischief filled his smile as he caressed your cheek adoringly, “Then if you don’t, let’s get you out of these drenched clothes, what do you say?”

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prime-adeptus · 20 days

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Vient la douleur

Neuvillette lives in the aftermath.

Pairing: Neuvillette x GN!Reader

Content: Major character death, suicide, implied/referenced self-harm, grief/mourning, past relationship. More narration than dialogue. (~3.2k words)

Note: Just working through some things :') I gave this my all, so please be kind and let me know what you think!!

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There are a lot of things Neuvillette could liken you to.

You were the sun, shining bright on the gloomiest of days with your joyful disposition and beautiful smile. You were his favourite melody, someone he could listen to for hours and hours on end. You were his rainbow roses and windwheel asters, the flowers of love and freedom. You were everything a romantic could ever dream of, even if you never saw it in yourself. You were the missing piece he needed all along.

Most important of all: you are his beloved, the one who held his heart in their hands.

Solitude was far from a stranger. Though Fontaine is hardly a place with a scarce population, he was more used to being by himself. He didn’t join in the hustle and bustle of the city, and he didn’t play house like the children did. Instead, he found a hobby in watching the vibrance of human life alone from the sidelines, learning in trial and error what it meant to live. Emotions didn’t come as easy to him as it would to the average person. He could feel a raging inferno in his chest or a chill trickling down his spine, but he’d never have the words for it. All he could do was watch the skies change with his thoughts in the form of a downpour or a tempest.

But in solitude, he also met you.

You came into his life like a whirlwind, as only the best kind. You met him without fear but with eagerness and excitement that he couldn’t help being mesmerised by. Your smile was the first thing he noticed about you. He remembers how it reached your eyes and how it showed the dimples in your cheeks. He didn’t know it at the time, but those would become one of his favourite sights in his life.

“Monsieur Neuvillette!”

You called him with a sense of familiarity that, oddly, he was comforted by. He understood then what the poets meant when they said it felt like the world had stopped for them. In a matter of a few seconds, he felt like he’d known you for years, just because of how warm you felt. Whether it was by chance or by fate matters little to him; regardless of what it had been, it brought you into his life.

Every love song he’d heard from the opera’s chanteuses began to make sense. ‘Love at first sight’ is truly a curious phenomenon. Exploring the depths that are human emotions then was a journey that led to more questions than answers. How do humans know when they’re in love? How do humans know when they’ve met ‘the one?’ He supposes he’ll never get a solid answer to these questions, but he’ll take one in the form of you. Perhaps he never needed to ask. Perhaps all he had to do was wait for the day your souls intertwined.

One chit-chat led to a conversation, and those conversations led to a routine. He’d see you at the park in the evenings and then walk you home when he felt it was getting late. Some days, he’d sit with you in a gazebo away from the crowd and just watch many lives pass by. Though your conversations mostly consisted of you talking and him listening, he liked it. He liked how expressive you were, how he always wanted to see more. The wonder in your eyes was something he’d grown fond of very quickly, but that wasn’t the only thing about you that he’d fallen in love with.

Just seeing you interact with your surroundings alone made it clear that you loved everything. From the city to its people, from the flora to the fauna, there wasn’t a single thing you weren’t happy to see. You brought colours into his life, showed him the vibrant side of the world he hadn’t seen yet. He was almost envious of how carefree and outgoing you were. A friendly smile, a gentle wave, some small talk about the weather; socialising came naturally to you. It fascinated him and warmth would blossom in his chest every time he saw how animated you could get. But there was no room for envy, nor was there a need to be. You were a breath of fresh air and you felt like home.

You liked to tell him that there’s always something good waiting for him the next day. That daybreak is a sign that you’ve lived for another day even when you don’t feel like you did anything valuable. I just look forward to every day! you had said, giving him a grin that always left him stumbling for words. It didn’t answer his inquiry, but it was enough. It appeared to him that you loved life, and getting to be happy with others is only a part of what makes it so special for you.

He didn’t have much to do outside of the Court. His free time was mostly spent reading or water tasting. Sometimes he’d bring work home just to ensure he recorded everything correctly. It was quite an average routine that changed when he met you. The moment you met, his days became livelier. It must’ve been quite the sight for Fontainians indeed, to see their Chief Justice taking afternoon strolls with a dessert in hand. He didn’t care for the hearsay that inevitably circulated from his new activities. What mattered was that you were becoming an integral part of what used to be mundane and changing it for the better.

It was not often that he had the time for leisure. Still, he found it difficult to deny you anything, and so he’d always find a way to make time for you. That time would be spent in the gardens or restaurants, occasionally in the front seats of the Opera Epiclese if there was a show you wanted to see. When it got dark, it would be spent in the comfort of his home with you on his lap as he read to you. Sometimes you’d fall asleep in his arms and your lips would curl into a small smile when you felt his lips touching the crown of your head. Affection wasn’t something he was used to as it wasn’t exactly a necessity, but he found himself craving yours.

The puzzle pieces fell into place on their own as if there was a telepathic bond between you and him. There was never a label for what you two were. The papers would call you lovers or companions, depending on what they caught on camera. It didn’t matter much to him, either. What he knew was that there was a bond, something that intrinsically linked your hearts to one another, and it made every day feel like summer.

Before long, he realised that you were right. Something good awaits after every daybreak, something that will brighten up his day and light up his heart with joy, and for him, it was you.

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Time flows like water, unending and always in motion. The world turns and the days go by, turning into months and years that pass in a blink of an eye. Time is a witness to every step one takes and it remembers every story that unfolds. Time is what Neuvillette has plenty of and it is kind to him. He learns and adapts to the world as it changes around him without haste, letting years of knowledge build him into the person he is today.

Time, however, treats people like you differently.

Where he never aged, you did. Where it didn’t wear him out, it did to you. The glimmer in your eyes grew more dull over the years. Your smiles became rarer, and you no longer talked to those you considered your friends. You never told him why you were changing. It was as if your heart had betrayed you, making what used to shine bright grow dimmer and dimmer until it was completely extinguished.

In the face of it all, you still had plenty of love to give. You still held him every night as he sought for solace in your arms. You still listened to his curiosities and indulged in everything he had to ask. At the same time, it felt as though you were too far for him to reach you. As though you were fading deeper into the darkness until the only echoes he could hear were his own. His heart ached to see you this way, and for someone as meticulous as he is, he was at a total loss.

Even then, he refused to leave you. He will always love you no matter what you become. He’d love you in every way and he’d love you through thick and thin, through the calm and the tumultuous.

Six hundred and ten days have passed, and it continues to hold.

You left with everything he was and behind a letter in your wake. In it was an apology that etched its words into his bloodstream and a memory that appears every time you cross his mind. In it also came a promise that you’d find him in your next life no matter how long it takes, for your soul has found a home in him. And finally, in it was a wish: that you wanted him to live without regret, just like how you never regretted your time with him.

‘You can find happiness again without me,’ you wrote. Your tears stained the paper where ink seeped and blurred some of the words. His heart aches to think of the guilt you carried with you even after death. Of how afraid you must’ve felt as the poison flowed into your system, and how alone you must’ve been.

The sight is still engraved into his very vision: your limp, lifeless body with both old and fresh scars across your skin, the vial of poison on the floor and the sealed letter in your hand. Composure was second nature to Neuvillette, but none of it was to be seen when he found you. His hands were shaking as he took you into his arms and held you close. His heart felt heavy as if it was coming to a stop. Emotions brewed within him like a storm, volatile and disorderly, but not a word left his lips.

By the time Sigewinne arrived, reality had sunk in, and every prayer he had shattered like glass. The rainstorm lasted for weeks after that. Only by the fourth did the rain finally stop and even then, the skies seemed to be in a permanent state of gloom with the clouds shrouding the sun and stars. Fontaine eventually got back its clarity much later, and people seemed to already move on from the strange natural phenomenon that had occurred.

Six hundred and ten days have passed, and he still misses you as much as he did that spring.

Life without you felt more like dusk than daybreak. The splash of colour had melted away and days felt longer without someone waiting for his return. His home is eerily quieter and more hollow. Your favourite trinkets were never moved from where they were placed on the shelves. The book he’d been reading to you every night stays open and unturned on the table. His own home had turned into a paradox—you were here, but you also weren’t.

How strange, he thinks, how he still feels so acutely alone even with everything you left behind. He’s been through grief time and time again, but it never gets easier. If anything, this is perhaps the most harrowed he has ever felt.

The cemetery had begun to feel more familiar than it should. He hears everything that people say there. He hears them talk about how they wish they could see their loved one welcoming them back home. He hears them talk about how they wish they could just hear their loved one’s laughter one last time. How they wish they had professed their love before it was too late, how they wish they could say all the things they never dared to say. In this, he is not alone. His thoughts flow in that very same direction.

Neuvillette is not a selfish man. There is nothing he heavily desired that he’d do anything to obtain. And yet, he wonders if he should and could be just this once. Everything he wants is you. Every face in the crowd he sees is you, and every song he hears is in your voice. If he had just been more selfish and demanded you to stay, would he have been able to stop you? Would you still make the same decision?

He wakes up every morning to a cold and empty bedside. He leaves without a kiss goodbye. He comes home with no one to welcome him back. Suddenly he has returned to where he once was, alone and closed off from the world around him. Being by himself isn’t as daunting as it used to be, but nothing could ever replace you. With you, loneliness hardly existed. Without you, he has returned back to where he started.

Tick, tick, tick. The clock is the only sound he can hear on this dreary night as he watches it strike twelve. His eyes stay trained on his reflection in the glass, hoping that he’ll see you coming up to embrace him from behind like you used to.

You never do.

Yet another date on the calendar is crossed out. The ring glimmers in the moonlight from where it lays in its velvet box. He’d imagined it playing out in his mind, from the proposal to the look on your face as you told him yes. It was a gift that he spent a long time preparing and waiting for. A surprise that would always make you smile whenever you thought about it.

It was meant to be a promise, one that he would keep for as long as you’d let him.

But you never got to celebrate your birthday, and so he lets the candle’s flames die out on their own. With a heavy heart, he puts the ring back where it was on the shelf. Some plans go awry, but he can’t give up yet. There will come a day when he meets you again, and only then can he finally tell you everything he wanted to say.

For now, they remain unspoken. The promise is never made, and he alone is the witness.

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Neuvillette wakes up to a world without colour.

Everything around him is painted in different shades of grey, from the trees swaying in the wind to the crystal-clear water in the fountain. Faceless passers-by are scattered across the plaza, talking amongst each other in hushed and intelligible words. As he walks down the stone path, he becomes acutely aware that this is merely a dream. And yet, he is completely lucid; he can feel the breeze against his skin and hear the birds chirping in the distance. His body moves at its command, continuing down the path to the destination only it could know.

He finds himself atop a grassy hill that overlooks the horizon where he can see a person standing on the edge. Your back is turned, but there’s no mistaking it—he’d recognise you from anywhere. It goes far deeper than memory. It's his instinct, his life, and he’d always choose you no matter what decision he has to make. He comes to a halt just as you finally look at him, and what was only a vignette bursts into vivid colours.

The world is no longer grey as vibrance returns to where it belongs. Neuvillette’s breath gets stuck in his throat the closer you approach him. You aren’t in the clothes he’d last seen you in. You’re dressed in white and you hold a bouquet of rainbow roses in your hands, every piece of it in full bloom.

“You’re here!”

This is a dream. He knows he is. But it sounds exactly like you, looks exactly like you, and he’s missed you so deeply that he’ll happily stay in this trance a while longer. He parts his lips to speak, but no words come out. There’s a light burn in his nose and behind his eyes the longer he looks at your joyful self. Without realising it, a tear rolls down his cheek, and he finds that he can finally breathe.

His hands shake as he reaches for you. Before he can revel in feeling you beneath his touch after so long, your skin turns cold and you melt into his hands until nothing is left behind but water. Only remnants of the mirage he’d just seen are left behind. And as if they never returned, the world turns grey once more before it completely fades into the dark.

Now, Neuvillette finds himself in his bed.

Rain pitter-patters against the window beside him and behind the shower is the sunrise, coming up ever so slowly. He casts a glance at your side of the bed and it is still empty, devoid of your warmth. It constantly reminds him of how cold and empty this place is, a stark difference from what it was when you were around. The sun has not yet risen. Hues of dark blue spread across the sky and obscure the stars, casting a dreariness upon the entirety of Fontaine.

The chill nips at his cheeks as he leaves his abode and makes his way to the cemetery in silence. He remembers the path to your grave like the back of his hand, a bitter fact he lives with, but he reigns himself in. The bouquet of Lumidouce bells in his hands suddenly feels much heavier as he gazes down at your picture. It’s already beginning to lose its colour thanks to the time and weather, so he reminds himself to replace it as soon as he can.

He gingerly puts the bouquet down on your altar. He imagines how you’d chide him seeing him in this state, how you’d wrap your arms around his waist and pull him close. He wonders if you have returned to the cosmos or the seas and if you’d be able to feel how much he yearns to be with you again. If there is an afterlife, is it a place where you are happy and free of every burden you carried? If he listened to the waters, would he be able to hear you calling his name?

(Six hundred and eleven days have passed, and his questions remain unchanged.)

Deep in his heart, Neuvillette fears that there will come a day when he forgets the way you looked or the way you sounded. Your voice has already become distant in his mind; it won’t be long before the years take you away from him again. Perhaps time isn’t as kind to him as it used to be.

But for you, he must continue to live, as much as he wishes he could turn back time and spend more of it with you. For you, he must fulfil your wish and honour you the best way he can. For you, he will hold on and wait for the next time you’ll grace him with yourself and your love.

Not once have I regretted my time with you, you had written.

He wonders if you’ll ever know that he feels the same way.

#all #neuvillette x reader #genshin impact x reader #angst #cw suicide #cw self-harm #cw death

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A Gun Amongst Daggers - Jake “Hangman” Seresin X Fem!Navy Seal Reader

Part 20: Golden

Summary: When Jake meets a woman at the Hard Deck, the last thing he expects is for her to be a Navy Seal. And not just any Seal, the Commander of Seal Team 3. She’s beautiful, smart, dangerous, and everything about her just makes him want to get close. Her name? Bear. When the Seals need backup, Cyclone puts the Daggers on their radar and now, Jake has to work with Bear and her team, all the while trying to stay professional. Can he do it? Or will he end up falling for the Navy sniper and mission Commander?

*Image is from Pinterest*

MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE! 18+ ONLY. MINORS & BLOGS WITH NO AGE/EMPTY BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

Warnings: swearing, mostly just fluffy and sweet (lmk if I kissed anything)

Word Count: 4.2k

Masterlist >> Part 19 >> Part 21

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Bear had made herself scarce on the long days aboard the Lincoln. She was finally well enough to busy herself with work, dealing with paperwork and helping Bug work through the massive amounts of evidence they had against Hazard. It had surfaced from the Riyadh Air Base Commander that a few others were likely involved in the scheme and that Hazard had to have had help in orchestrating what he had. Bear knew his work ethic and there was no way that he and Chip were the only ones involved. Hazard could barely complete his paperwork by himself.

So she, Bug, Flare, and Phoenix, who was acting as the Daggers representative, spent hours combing through everything. “So, what I’m hearing,” Phoenix began, shuffling through the file in front of her. “Hazard was in contact with this Saif character weeks before the mission…”

“So before or after he planted the keystroke recorder on my laptop?” Bear asked, stretching out lightly, still trying to avoid pulling the few remaining stitches left in her torso. “Because the pieces I have say that he planted this thing after he made contact.”

Bug snorted at how Bear was holding the keystroke tracker, dangling it between her fingers and letting it swing in the air. “That was my thought too.”

“Wait, you had the wrong documents on the way to Riyadh, right?” Flare spoke up suddenly. She’d been awfully quiet lately, something that was unusual for the young woman. “I spoke with IT when we got to the base, and they told me that they didn’t find anything odd in the software, only one strange login that required three different password retries. Maybe that’s when he fucked with the email?”

“He fucked with a lot more than just my email,” Bear groused. Her pride was still wounded from how easily Hazard had been able to fool her. How his greed had not only nearly destroyed her, but also had resulted in Jake getting caught up in the middle of everything and was nearly killed for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. “He deserves so much worse than what is coming to him.”

The other women in the room nodded. Flare biting her lip to stop it from trembling. She had been adopted in a way by Bear, the older woman serving as a mentor to her throughout her journey to becoming a Lieutenant. So when Bear had vanished, been taken, Mei had broken down the minute she saw Bug shake her head sadly. Even just thinking about the events made her heart break. “He does,” Flare mumbled in the silence that had befallen the room. “I’d give it to him if that weren’t Shrike’s job.”

“You and me both, Mei,” Phoenix replied, her face drawn together in a frown. She had seen first hand how Bear’s disappearance had impacted everyone, herself included. Bear had brought them all together, sewn the two teams into one single-handedly, and her absence had hurt every single person who cared for her. Not to mention Jake. The blonde had been practically inconsolable the minute he found out she was gone and had dove head first into helping Bug and Fireball sort out what they knew from what they didn’t.

It had been both good to see and worrying all at the same time. Jake had barely taken a moment to breathe; all he had wanted was to bring Bear home. Home to him. Bear, however, had had other plans. She crawled her way out of the unimaginable hell she had been through, and stood in the open doorway like a ghost. Phoenix had spent those in between weeks keeping an eye on Jake, making sure he ate, showered, and above all, had a place to grieve. They had become unlikely friends as they grieved together, leaning on the other in a way they never deemed possible.

Jake had been absent since the USS Abraham Lincoln had left Jebel Ali and it was worrying to Phoenix. She now sat in another meeting room, this time without him, and she couldn’t help but be concerned. “Though I’m pretty sure Shrike led Hazard directly into Jake’s path.” Her voice broke the pensive silence that had blanketed the room.

Bear grinned, a toothy expression that was so much like her old self that it made the others in the room smile too. “That wouldn’t surprise me,” she mused aloud. “Bug made it clear that the Seals couldn’t touch him, but as Maverick and Jake told me a few days afterwards, they were under no such instructions.”

Flare nodded. “Maybe they should have been. I know that Nat over here would have killed him if Jake hadn’t gotten there first.” She was met with a sharp look from Phoenix, but Mei stood her ground. “What? I wanted to kill him too, but that wouldn’t solve anything.”

“Still,” Phoenix grumbled. She had folded her arms across her chest, staring darkly at Flare. “He hurt my friends. You should be thankful that it wasn’t my fiancée here instead of me. Hazard would be a grease spot.”

“Fiancée?” The room was quick to explode into questions, making Phoenix lean back in her chair, trying to get away from the chaos that had erupted among the women.

Bear looked at Phoenix curiously. “Man or woman?”

“Woman, why? You have a problem with that?” The pilot’s voice was sharp, challenging. She was daring Bear to say something, anything.

“Not at all.” Bear was calm, almost amused by the look in Phoenix’s eyes. “I have two moms, Natasha and have been known to have a girlfriend too. I was merely curious.”

The anger appeared to visibly leave Phoenix at Bear’s words. “Okay then. And yeah, she proposed a few weeks before we left.”

“Congratulations, Nix,” Bug told her, smiling gently. “I think now is a good time for a break, don’t you?”

“Oh for sure.” Bear nodded. “Take a break ladies. I’ll lock up after you all.” She stood up and ushered the other three out of the room before shutting the door and sitting back down. She has wasted so much time recovering that she was behind when it came to her job, so she had to make up the time. Whether or not people understood wasn’t the point, Bear took pride in her work and the fact that she had been captured and nearly killed because someone on her team betrayed her would be a story told with her name for years to come. All of the admirals who had opposed her promotion would use this as ammunition to defend their positions on why women couldn’t be Seals.

She wouldn’t let them.

Her job was hers for a reason.

So she had to prove them wrong. Hazard would pay and Bear would get the last laugh.

She wouldn’t let him win.

So she busied herself with the papers covering the table in front of her, and there she sat, reading frantically and desperately searching for the missing piece.

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Jake knocked on the door that he knew Bear was hiding out in. He hadn’t seen her for longer than ten minutes at a time over the 18 days that had passed while traveling, and he was worried for her. A part of him wondered desperately if she still cared for him like she had assured him she did, if Bear could tear herself away from plotting revenge for just a moment to be with him.

And what if she couldn’t? What did that mean for them?

But, they could discuss this later.

They had to.

He received no response from the other side of the door, so when he tried the door, he was surprised that it even opened. “Teddy? You in here?”

Nothing. Just silence.

Jake stepped into the room, eyes widening at the papers scattered about the room. He couldn’t find Bear at first glance, but hidden behind a stack of papers, her head pillowed on her arms, sat a sleeping Bear. “Teddy…” he whispered, grinning a little as she stirred at the sound of his voice. “It’s late, darlin’.”

“Hmmm…” Bear let out a soft, sleepy noise at the sound of his voice, shuffling a little towards the noise source. She was dreaming, but was still lucid enough to understand the words being said. “Jake?”

His face split into a grin, loving how soft and sleepy she was. Jake had been lucky over the weeks to see more than the one side of herself that she usually displayed. It was almost like Bear was intentionally dropping her walls when he was around and it thrilled him to see a part of her that she usually kept hidden. “Yeah darlin’, it’s me.”

“What are you doin’ here?”

“Came to get you so you could go to bed. It’s late Teddy.” He was amused by the situation, loving her messy hair that had slid from its bun, and felt himself fall a little more for the woman across from him.

“It is? I swear I was only in here for an hour…” she trailed off, glancing at her watch. “Never mind, I guess I got caught up in this.”

“Did you find anything out?” Jake took a seat next to Bear, chuckling as she propped her booted feet up on his lap.

“I did,” Bear began, flipping through the pile of papers she’d been pouring over earlier. “He had help. Saif had him recruit four others that were completely useless to the plan by the way, but we have two of them in custody now. Apparently there was someone else with the four, someone who fought Hazard on every turn. Colton mentioned often that this person was a huge flight risk.”

Jake’s face darkened. “Who?”

“Easy Flyboy. I took care of it.” Bear had scooted her chair closer to him, gently smoothing the crease between his eyebrows with the pad of her thumb. “They will be handled accordingly.”

“I know. I know. It just pisses me off that this happened so easily,” Jake whispered, leaning into her touch. “All because a man got too greedy.”

“Chip surrendered to us a few days ago. Told us that he had been blackmailed into joining Hazard. He will likely face time, but he never actually did anything. Only acted as a lookout for Hazard under threat. Dex, on the other hand, keeps denying everything.” Bear ran a hand over her face, pinching at the bridge of her nose. “We have theories on the other two, but no identities yet.”

“Maybe I can help?” Jake offered. He had theories of his own while helping Bug and Fireball. Dex had been one of his picks early on, while Gallows and Dodger, his other two had shown no indication of involvement but that didn’t change the gut feeling he had. “Would Chip indicate who else is involved?”

“Maybe. But it’s late and I should go to bed. This will all be here in the morning.” Bear yawned, stretching out. “Ow!”

“Are you okay?”

Bear smiled softly. “I’m fine. Just pulled on a stitch, that’s all.”

“Are you sure?”

She couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped her. “Flyboy. I would tell you if I wasn’t fine, okay?”

“Okay.” But he didn’t look sure. So Bear slid from her chair to his lap, peppering kisses over his face.

“Believe me now?” she asked, kissing his nose.

“Mhmm.” Jake had been caught off guard by her movement, but let his hands wander down to her ass, squeezing it once, twice. “I do.”

Bear grinned as she kissed him again, letting herself relax against his chest after pulling back. “You sure? I thought for a moment I took the last Dagger braincell.”

“Darlin’, you’ve had my last one for ages,” Jake replied, grinning at the woman in his lap. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

She rolled her eyes. “Sap.”

“Mmm you love me.”

“I do.”

Jake kissed her forehead, smiling against her skin when Bear curled closer to him, burying her nose into the crook of his shoulder. “Come on Teddy. You need to go to sleep somewhere that isn’t a table.”

“But it’s comfy,” she mumbled against his shirt. “And I’m already dressed.”

“That’s great for a nap,” Jake countered. He loved Bear. Honestly he did. But how she had survived this long on her own was a miracle to him. She lived simply and from what he had seen, she seemed to have a hard time putting herself first.

It was a good thing that he was here now, he hummed to himself, letting his hands move up and down her back. He would always put her first. Bear was worth it. She was worth everything. “But you need real sleep. In bed. Not on a table.”

“Hmmm.” Bear let out a soft noise, already half asleep from Jake’s warmth and the steady thrum of his heart. “Kay.”

“Come on Teddy. I can’t carry you to bed like I did before,” he whispered, gently running the back of his hand over her face. “You have to stand up.”

Bear groaned, moving her hips back slowly before placing a foot on the ground. “I really don’t want to right now.” She knew that whining like a child probably wasn’t the best move, but she was too tired to care.

Jake chuckled, the sound rumbling in his chest. “Darlin’, you gotta. I can’t carry you. C’mon, help me out here.”

“Fine.” Bear slid out of his arms, standing between his legs. “I guess I’ll just be cold all night long then.” She knew it was a low blow, but she was too tired and too caught up in his touch to care. All Bear wanted was to be close to him tonight. To share in his warmth, his touch. She wanted to wake up with his arms around her, with her head on his chest, like she had those weeks in Riyadh. It wasn’t fair to have the distance between them, but Bear couldn’t be caught. So despite her insistence, she knew that it wasn’t fair to either of them to keep pushing. “Goodnight Jake.”

“Woah, woah, woah. Hold on now, darlin’.” Jake shot to his feet, following Bear out the door and down the deserted halls. “Don’t run away from me.”

“If I were to run, would you chase?” The glint in her eyes was full of mischief, practically daring him to try something in the middle of the empty corridor. “Or would you stand and watch?”

“Careful Teddy. Don’t push your luck.” Bear saw his pupils dilate suddenly, the comforting green eclipsed in a moment. “You’re playing with fire.” He’d backed her up against one of the walls, looming over her. Jake looked smug as he braced himself with an arm next to her head.

“Is that right?” The smirk on her face grew wider and Bear slipped out of her position with a practiced ease. She stood a ways off from him, grinning as Jake drew a shuddering breath, almost like he was trying to restrain himself. From what? Well, she had a few ideas. Namely her finally finding out if the rumors that she had heard on base were grounded in fact or fiction. “And what are you going to do about it?”

A muscle in his jaw tensed. Jake knew that her baiting him would only end in a position that neither could explain if caught, but goddamn was he willing to take that risk. The sounds that Bear would make; the whimpers under his mouth, the shivers as his touch turned teasing. God help him. He wasn’t strong enough to handle the temptation that was every little thing she did, and it was only a matter of time before his grip on his resolve snapped. Then, only then, would he show her exactly what he would do about it. But for now, Jake grit his teeth and kept his mouth shut.

His non-reaction made Bear pause. She had finally caught on to the amount of self-control he had. From his darkened gaze, to the tenseness of his muscles, she finally saw just how on edge he was. All because of her. The thought hit like a freight train and she could feel heat pooling behind her legs at the look he was giving her.

But they couldn’t. Not yet anyhow. They both knew that once they gave in to the desire, there was no going back. So Bear let her smirk fall a little, watching Jake step towards her. “I’d show you here and now what I would do about this little attitude,” he growled. “But you deserve better than that.”

She grinned, the thought spiraling through her mind. She needed him, needed to feel him, to feel the muscles she’d traced over during countless make out sessions. But that was for another time. Bear bit her lip, looking up into his eyes, watching the pupils constrict and his eyes return to the lovely green she adored. She took a cautious step forward, placing a hand against Jake’s nearly heaving chest. “I can’t wait,” she whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his jaw.

“Mmmm…” Jake hummed, watching her step back and continue down the hall. All it took was for her to get close, to tease, to give him some sign that she was willing to relinquish her control, and Jake could barely control himself. “Goodnight Teddy.”

She had led him to her room, standing in the open door and looked up at him. “Goodnight Flyboy. For real this time.” Bear was watching the emotions flicker over Jake’s face as he stood over her, his eyes hidden in shadow but she could make out the very real glimmer in them.

“Teddy…” His voice was rough, sending more shivers racing through her body, but there was hesitation. Like he regretted saying what he had moments earlier.

“Jake?”

He licked his lips, lost in thought. “Yeah. Jus’ thinkin’.” The twang on his words made Bear grin a little, stepping closer so that they were almost chest to chest.

“Thinking about what?” She was grinning, relishing in his hesitation and she had a sneaking suspicion that she was what was occupying so much of his brain space.

“You.” Even though Bear had expected it, the weight of the word hit hard, slamming into her body like she wished he would. “Thinkin’ ‘bout you, Teddy.”

She swallowed hard, her brown eyes flicking over his face, searching for any indication that he was lying. “I should…” her hushed tone was so unlike her. It was too timid, too fragile.

“Yeah…”

“Jake?”

“Teddy?”

“I love you,” she whispered, letting her words fill the silence between them.

Jake’s hand slid along her jaw, cupping her face. He knew that she could see his gaze tracing an invisible line from the chocolate brown of her eyes to the lips he wanted to feel everywhere, but he couldn’t find it within him to care. So he bent down and closed the distance between them, his lips finding hers like he’d kissed them a million and one times before. He felt her sigh against his mouth, which made him grin when he pulled back. “I love you more.”

A soft look flickered over her face, the very same look he would wake up to less than a week ago. “That’s not possible,” Bear replied softly, the earlier heat between them reduced to a low simmer. “I don’t know if you can, but you can sure try.”

“Mmm. I’ll spend my life convincing you.” And damn her to Hell if those words didn’t send her heart racing. Jake was here, practically ready to pledge himself to her forever. The rational part of her was screaming that it was too early, but that one part was bouncing up and down in exhilaration, thrilled to have found Jake. “See if I don’t, darlin’.”

Bear smiled up at him, indulging him in another gentle kiss. “I need to sleep, like you said earlier.” She tried to back up, but Jake slipped his arms around her, doing his best to keep her from moving. “Jake, honey. Come on.”

“Not without me.”

“Jake… you know we can’t.”

He heaved a sigh, playing it up a little to hear Bear let slip that little giggle that never failed to make his heart sing. “Fine. But I want to see you tomorrow at some point.”

“Deal.” Bear stuck her tongue out at him, grinning as he pressed a kiss to her nose, making her giggle again.

“Good.” Jake was still holding her close, savoring their proximity and the feeling of her against him.

“Ummm… Flyboy?” Bear was laughing gently at his hold on her. “You do have to let me go.”

“Fine.” Jake stepped back, giving her one last peck before leaving her standing at the open doorway, watching him retreat down the hall away from her.

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Bear kept her promise the next day, having stepped out of her meetings to have lunch with Jake. They sat together with Rooster and Bob, both men expressing their desires to see their partners after having been away for far longer than expected.

“Well she understood, but hated every minute of the fact that she couldn’t fly out here.” Rooster had just stuffed a mouthful of his sandwich in his face and had been waving his hand around in an attempt to explain. “She’s Navy too,” he turned to Bear to clarify.

“So am I going to face the gauntlet that are the Dagger wives?” Bear asked jokingly, grinning at the look on Bob’s face.

Bob shrugged. “Maybe. All I know is that I have one hell of an apology to make,” he said, taking a sip of his water. They had become close since Jake had beaten the shit out of Hazard weeks ago, Bob providing a calming soundboard for her frustration about how easily she’d been fooled. It was something she hadn’t felt comfortable sharing with Jake just yet, and Bob offered his ear.

“You have one hell of a lucky woman, Bob.” Bear shot the bespectacled man a wink, before turning to Rooster. “You too, as I would imagine. Us Navy ladies are a force.”

Rooster grinned at her. He still didn’t trust the attachment that she and Jake had, but she was fun to be around, so he could look past what he still viewed as a trauma bond and just focus on befriending Bear. “You haven’t met Nix’s girl yet, have you?” He asked with a smirk.

“No, why?”

“Rooster, man, don’t.” Jake’s tone was off, like there was something he wanted to say, but couldn’t. “C’mon.”

“You wanna tell her, or should I?”

Bear glanced between the two men, confusion filling her expression. “Tell me what?”

Jake sighed, eyes narrowed at the man across from him. “Nix’s girl is my ex,” he said simply.

“You’re clearly over her though, right?” Bear was watching him carefully, reading every microexpression that crossed his face.

“Yes. I am.”

“Good. So I don’t see the problem here, Bradshaw,” Bear spoke coolly. Jake had told her about Rooster’s insistence that they had trauma bonded over everything that had happened in Riyadh and she still wasn’t completely over it. “I don’t know what you were hoping for here.”

“I meant nothing by it,” Rooster said quickly. He had been caught off guard at the frigidity of her tone and knew that he had made a misstep. “Just that Bagman over there has a type. Women that could and would kick his ass. Reaper is exactly like that.”

“Sounds like my type of woman,” Bear mused aloud, shooting Jake a wink.

“She’s amazing,” Bob chimed in, trying to break the tension that had erupted moments earlier. “Nat loves her so much that it’s insane.”

“Damn right I do,” Phoenix said as she came and sat next to Bob, reaching over to slap Rooster upside the head. “I don’t know what you’re trying to do Chicken, but knock it off.”

Rooster swallowed hard, trying not to choke on his food. “I was just… never mind.”

“Good.” Bear nodded before standing up. “I have to go get the last of my stitches out, so I will see you guys later.”

“Hold up.” Jake stuffed the last of his sandwich in his mouth and got up after her. “I’m comin’ with you.”

Bear rolled her eyes playfully. “Anyone else want to tag along?” She asked, glancing at Rooster and Bob.

“I’ll come to make sure that Jake doesn’t crack his head open when he inevitably faints at the sight of blood,” Bob said, grinning at his teammate. He had gotten a lot more comfortable with his team and they soon found that his shyness hid a wicked sense of humor.

“Bradshaw?”

“Nah, I’m good.”

“Alright then kiddos,” Bear said teasingly. “Let’s go.”

===

Bear had finally gotten the last few stitches out and she was so fucking happy. The itchiness was gone and she could finally stretch without fearing that she would tear something. So it was a great day.

Her and Bob were chatting about restaurants in San Diego, what their favorites were, recommendations for date nights, and the like. Jake was walking behind them, just content to be with her before Bear darted off into the pile of paperwork that was continuously looming over her. “No!” Bear exclaimed loudly, bumping into Bob. “You never go to Lorenzo’s for a special occasion!”

“Why not?”

“Well, let me tell you all about…” Bear went into a ramble that Bob seemed to follow, but she had lost Jake almost immediately.

They continued walking, Bear and Bob filling the silence with their chatter, until Bob ran into someone.

“Well, well, well,” said a familiar voice. “Look what they just decided to throw into my path. Commander Bitch, her lap dog, and Where’s Waldo.”

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A/N: Ooops… 🫣 I did say we weren’t completely done with the drama and yeah… big thank you to @startrekfangirl2233 & @sarahsmi13s for your support. And even bigger thanks to @dakotakazansky for helping me with plot lines.

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sanjisboyfie · 7 months

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๑ keep safe : i'll kill you, i'll really kill you (14)

one piece x male reader

let the fear you have fall away

i've got my eye on you,

i've got my eye on you.

say yes to heaven,

say yes to me.

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trying to forget about ace and luffy’s sudden confessions, the crew trudged onward into the desert. [name] was doing his best to not even acknowledge it, humming a soothing toon to take his mind off of it.

“say, [name],” vivi gently called out, making the man jump in surprise. she chuckled weakly at his reaction, assuming that ace and luffy really had him shaken up, “you’re always humming the same song? where’d you get it from? it sounds really beautiful,”

[name] grinned, the subject making him think of other things besides ace and luffy’s stupidity.

“it’s a song i learned from…my home island,” [name] grinned.

“windmill village?”

“oh, no,” [name] said, waving his hand, “someone taught me it where i was born and i just clung to it, i guess,”

vivi’s eyebrows furrowed, “didn’t you say you were from windmill village, with luffy?”

“i grew up there, but i wasn’t from there,” [name] said, rubbing the bottom of his chin, “now that i think about it, i spent more time growing up somewhere else — but that’s irrelevant! i made the most pleasant memories on windmill village, so i say i grew up there,”

“which sea were you from then?” vivi asked.

[name] shrugged, “i’m not really the greatest in…awareness,”

“oh, we know,” nami and sanji said in a monotone voice, the navigator physically shivering in fear as she thought of [name] not even properly navigating the seas before his time on their ship. and that was for 3 whole years! she was scared of his ability to stay alive, that’s for sure.

“oh, that’s alright then,” vivi brushed off the question, not wanting to make [name] too stressed in thinking about it, “the song sounds beautiful though,” she complimented, the grin on [name]’s returning and this time staying present.

“it is, right?! i love it,” he proudly proclaimed.

the rest of the walk was pretty silent, except for [name] and chopper’s whining of heat. that was a constant noise. zoro had hit [name] on the head to shut him up, but it only worked for about 3 minutes.

in the midst of [name]’s complaining of the heat though, vivi - who was walking in front of him, suddenly stopped when they reached the top of a slope.

“what is this ghost town?” [name] asked, looking at the princess, who was worriedly scanning over the terrain.

there was sign of a previous life having lived here, but now it was all dried out. the palm trees were drying up to the point they looked like they could be knocked over by a strong wind. the house were run down and decrepit, the stone of the walls crumbling.

“rain was always scarce, but even so, the city was able to manage by saving every last drop of rainwater it could,” vivi said, leading the group through walking into the “town.” [name] stayed close to her side, subconsciously. his eyes were carefully watching around them, as if waiting for something bad to heppen.

“but for three years now, not a single rain drop has fallen over this country,”

“three years?!”

“that long?!”

“i’d kill myself if i had to withstand this heat without any rain,” [name] said, fanning himself with his hand to cool off.

“don’t say something so insensitive!” nami shouted at him, shaking him back and forth, “since your more respectful brother is here, why don’t you try taking up after him in that sense?!”

[name] looked anything but pleased with her sentence, cringing as he turned his head away, “no, thanks,”

“but even without rain, what about the river we just crossed?” zoro asked, making the attention go back to vivi and not nami and [name]’s bickering.

“yeah, couldn’t they have just funneled the water from the river into the town?”

“the answer to that is up ahead,” vivi said in a grim tone. “but there was one city that got continuous rainfall no matter what - the city’s capital, alubarna. they called it the king’s miracle…until what happened later that day,”

vivi then explained that there was something called dance powder that was being used to artificially create rain. and with nami’s input on the topic as well, it was all beginning to make sense. whenever dance powder would be used, the rain would come down, but the country neighboring of whoever was using it would face a heavy drought.

“wait, vivi!!! that means your dad is the bad guy?!” luffy said, pointing a finger at vivi in shock. [name] was going to take care of him, knock some sense into him, but luffy was easily dealt with by sanji.

“of course, my father had nothing to do with it. but we even found sacks of the dance powder inside the palace, an obscene amount!”

[name] whistled, zoro saying exactly what he was thinking, “they even had people in the palace in on it, huh?”

“that’s terrible,” [name] said, making a tick mark of annoyance form on nami’s head.

“don’t state such obvious things!” usopp and nami cried out at the same time.

they all continued walking through the town, learning the tragedy that was befalling the kingdom. but then, there was a steady breeze going through the entire town.

[name] allowed himself to feel physically relieved at the cold breeze sweeping across the desert, but when he heard a low murmur, almost a singing voice, surround them, he became on edge.

he squinted about, trying to find or see if someone was really manually making that noise. when he looked around, turning in circles several times, he noticed that there was no one near them — it was only them.

“what if it’s baroque works?! have they been following us?!” usopp said, running to hide behind [name] and cowering at the supposed fear of someone following them.

“don’t be ridiculous, there’s no one here, guys,” he announced, trying to ease their worries, “no threat at all,”

“how are you so sure?!” [name] shrugged at nami’s question. thankfully, ace also chimed in to help support [name]’s case.

“it’s just the wind. there’s no danger,” ace said finally, “it’s just the wind blowing across the town and echoing off old buildings.”

“it’s as if…the city of erumalu is crying,” vivi said with a shaky voice, leaning into [name]’s side and ducking her head. he sighed in sympathy for her, rubbing up and down her back once more to ease her worry.

it seemed she was lucky in taking refuge in his side as well because there was a sudden strong wind that nearly knocked some of them off of their feet. [name] looked ahead, squinting to try and not let the sand into his eyes. his hold on vivi was strong, careful to not let her get swept off of her feet.

her arms wrapped around his waist and his arm around her shoulder. he kept her head down by resting it on the back of her head and she ducked into his chest to shield herself from the harsh sand.

in a couple of seconds, the wind had left them alone. they all watched in confusion as the breeze seemed to “twirl” away and then disappear. luffy seemed interested by something as he suddenly rushed in a different direction from where they were supposed to go.

“someone collapsed?!” vivi shouted, letting go of [name] in an instant and running ahead. everyone followed after her, luffy going off in his own direction with sanji and usopp going to fetch him.

when they saw what vivi was referring to, they all stilled. it was a dry skull that was resting in the sand, cloth surrounding it to indicate that it was an innocent civilian that had died.

[name] sighed, watching as vivi fell to her knees in fury and sorrow, “what have the people of this country ever done to deserve this?! to think, crocodile, one of the seven warlords, is in this country and prancing around as some hero when he’s the one pulling the strings! lying and manipulating the innocent people of this country!!”

the crew stayed silent, watching as vivi helplessly fisted the sand beneath her feet as a means of not blowing all of her anger out.

ace moved to dig into the sand a little bit, offering the princess a smile. she took ahold of the skull and gently placed it inside, trying to mimic a proper burial.

they were about to ask where luffy had gone before they saw and heard a building crash in the distance.

“tsk, he's acting like a child,” zoro said in disapproval.

“aren’t you like only two years older than him?” [name] asked, making the swordsman look embarassed.

“don’t remind me…someone as idiotic as that is close to me in age,” he said, putting his head down in supposed shame.

“vivi! let’s get moving now, i’m itching to do this!” luffy shouted once he rejoined the group, sanji and usopp in tow.

“let’s go to yuba, vivi,” nami cheerfully encouraged, making the princess stand tall to her feet and nod in agreement.

“i’m going to persuade the rebel’s leader to put an end to this. crocodile is the one responsible for all the calamaties, i’m going to tell the truth — and put an end to all this bloodshed!!” it seemed vivi had a very idealist way of looking at the situation.

zoro and [name] seemed hesitant about the plan, but nodded nonetheless. in [name]’s head, he finalized that no matter what plan vivi had, he’d be right behind her to hold her up and support her, should it fail. him and the rest of the crew shared the same sentiment, he was sure.

within minutes of hiking over the sandy dunes, [name] was close to passing out, luffy couldn’t stop complaining about the heat, and chopper was being dragged by zoro via sled.

“burning up…sweat won’t even come out,” luffy said, his tongue sticking out as he tried to lower his body temperature.

“vivi, is it really advised to wear this many layers in the heat?” [name] asked, slumped and deflated as he willed himself to walk forward.

“yes, it may be very hot right now, [name], but this is surely better than suffering a terrible sunburn later,” vivi said, trying to ease the man up, but it seemed he was completely fucked out by the weather to notice her gentle tone.

ace came creeping up behind [name] and immediately buried him in a hug.

“ace, i’ll kill you, i’ll really kill you,” [name] said, feeling himself burn up as he crushed him in a hug. ace backed off, but still kept his close distance with [name].

“what does it feel like?” the freckled man asked, looking at [name] in interest.

“like my bones are on fire, they’re gonna melt off and my inside will slowly get cooked by the immense heat they’re radiating. feels like there’s an oven inside of my body cooking me to a crisp,” [name] breathed out, making people look at him in wonderment.

“don’t be so creepily descriptive about stuff like that!” nami shouted, earning a glare from [name].

“just be thankful you don’t have to actually feel it!” he shot back, earning an intervention from sanji.

“don’t raise your voice at nami-san!!” sanji said, trying to kick [name], but was stopped mid air when [name] raised his hand.

“don’t raise your voice at me, either! piss blonde!” [name] shouted, slapping his hand in an opposite direction and sending sanji flying.

“guys, please, don’t fight, you’ll just waste your strength!” vivi shouted, seemingly talking to both [name] and sanji, as well as nami, usopp, and luffy - who were fighting over the water jug.

finally, the sun set across the expansive desert and the hot air became almost freezing.

[name] then took ace up on the offer he gave earlier, comfortably cuddling into his warm side and sighing in relief.

”alright, human furnace, make sure you keep this balanced - like this. this is perfect,” [name] sighed in gratitude, spreading his arms out as he let his back rest on ace’s chest. he shifted his body, very, very slightly so that one of his fingers could trace the lettering on ace’s chest, a soft smile on his face.

the freckled man stayed as still as a statue, not wanting to irk [name] even more with restless moving, and observed the crew in front of them with watchful eyes. ace made sure to hold [name] protectively close, very determined to keep him warm.

and despite [name]’s stomach being almost empty, he was able to fall into a short slumber, snoring gently as ace held him.

“it must be a real surprise,” vivi’s quiet voice whispered, chuckling lightly as she caught sight of [name]’s sleeping face. “i mean, luffy-san, i was surprised too, at first. maybe it’s the fact he doesn’t really act like a captain - or that normal pirate captains are respected by their crewmates. but just this afternoon, a simple drink of water caused that big fight,”

ace kept gazing at [name]’s sleeping face, smiling softly as he listened to the princess ramble.

“[name] was also a surprise to be around,” she said, making the pirate perk up at for what she had to say about [name], “i mean, his bounty is terrifyingly high and he’s got a terrible reputation all across the seas…but he acts just like luffy. so carefree it almost causes issues,”

ace smiled, almost blindingly wide, and shrugged, “that’s just how they are. luffy hasn’t changed a bit since he was a kid,” ace sighed, brushing a couple of stray hairs away from [name]’s face, “[name] hasn’t either, but to me that’s more of a relief than a worry.”

“what was [name] like as a kid?” vivi suddenly asked, not being able to hide her interest in the sleeping man. ace noticed this, chuckling as he saw her pale cheeks become a pale pink.

“you’re interested in [name], then?”

there was a pause before she shook her head violently, “no, not like that! not like that! i want to know more about him, though…” her voice trailed off, noticing the unimpressed look ace was giving her, as well as a knowing smile, “well, i’m interested in knowing more about him - only because i feel like he’s sees right through all of us,”

ace allowed her to continue, “the way he treats everyone…it’s like he knows what they’re thinking. it’s terrifying. it definitely was scary when he first came aboard the ship,” she said, remembering her constant fear that [name] was there only to assassinate her as the princess. “his true colors really showed through when nami got sick.

“he knew the burden on everyone’s shoulders and tried to hoist it all on his own, especially mine.” she grinned as she watched [name] stir in his sleep, “he really understood me in that moment and even made me a promise! like he knew all the right words to say and how to make you feel…comforted,”

ace laughed gently, squeezing [name]’s impossibly closer as he reminisced on their own childhood memories, “i know what you mean, he did the same thing to me when we were younger. he knew exactly what i was thinking and got me to feel better, even though i really wanted to hate his guts,”

there was a silence that passed over the duo, before vivi dared to speak again, “[name]…has a lot of stress doesn’t he?” as ace was about to interject, she continued, “i don’t want you to answer that — that’s more prying that i’d want to take part in. but, it’s obvious, that he worries so much about other people, on top of his own.”

she turned to ace, a look of determination on her face, “i know i’m causing him a lot of stress right now, but ace, i promise you and luffy that i won’t burden him much longer!”

the man looked at her in surprise, breaking into laughter once more, “don’t worry about [name], he’s strong! and besides, you think you’re burdening him, but really, you’re probably giving him more support than you know. as easy as it is for him to read other people, it’s hard to tell what he’s thinking, right?” vivi nodded her head, “but i can see it - he relies on you just as much as you rely on him. so don’t go talking about how you’ll ease his burden so quickly, it’ll probably only make him sad,”

vivi seemed shocked to hear the information, looking between ace and [name]. she seemed hesitant to believe his words, so ace jokingly added in, “don’t forget who i am princess, his lover, i know him best,”

she flushed at the sentence, making ace break out into more obnoxious laughter — happy to send the woman into another flustered state.

“ace, shut the hell up, you’re a better heater when your mouth is shut,” [name] sleepily scolded, lazily punching ace in the face to get him to quiet down, “ruining my sleep, i’ll kill you, i’ll really kill you,”

ace shrugged at the threat, vivi looking at the duo in amusement, “lover’s quarrel?” she asked jokingly, making ace nod his head.

“he’s got a stubborn attitude he likes infecting into other peop-”

“ace, i said shut up!!!” [name] shouted suddenly, pushing his palm into ace’s face.

vivi laughed at the sight and found it even more endearing when ace actually did keep his mouth shut, following [name]’s command.

she was very thankful to have both [name] and luffy on her side.

and just when [name] thought he could get some uninteruppted sleep, courtesy of ace and his warmth, he was proved very wrong when he was suddenly grappled awake.

“who the fuck-?”

“we’re about to get swept off by the sandstorm, just hide behind a rock,” ace quickly explained, knowing that if he didn’t speak fast enough, [name] would beat his ass.

“where’s chopper? nami? vivi?” [name] asked, looking around for those he was most concerned for.

ace chuckled, “chopper is with luffy, nami is with sanji, and vivi can hold her own — she’s the one who grew up here, y’know?”

[name] nodded, accepting the explanation and instead braced for the impact of the sandstorm. it seemed to whip all their belongings out of order, crashing sand in their faces and all around them.

by the time it had passed, the sun was now properly up in the sky, meaning it had passed in the early dawn hours of the morning. [name] yawned, moving the sand from his face and body as he got up.

ace went to check on luffy and [name] found his way over to vivi.

”come on, princess,” he said, easily lifting her up by the undersides of her armpits and carrying her out of the heavy sand, “let’s get to travelling now. that was a pretty shit alarm clock,”

vivi murmured a thanks, seeing as [name] was the one who very easily lifted her up. he shrugged, saying it was no big deal and then moved on to check on chopper. he saw that nami was in the careful hands of sanji.

without waiting much longer, the entire crew decided to get moving. luffy’s dumbass decided that whoever won rock, paper, scissors would be the one to haul the belongings (even though it should have been whoever lost) and then he ended up winning.

feeling pity for his captain, [name] took half the portion and carried it on his own makeshift sled as well.

“[name], you’re the only one who cares about me,” luffy said exasperated by the physical task, “thank you for helping,”

“don’t go making stupid decisions that get you stuck in stupid situations, stupid,” [name] scolded, smacking the back of luffy’s head.

“i will, i will,”

“you mean you won’t?!” [name] reiterated, making his captain nod in understanding, although there was a high chance the information went in one ear and out the other. “why do i have to be the one always giving you advice, luffy? shouldn’t you know these certain things by now, seriously?”

“ooh! you can be my adviserer,” luffy proclaimed.

“what the fuck does that even mean?”

”you’re the adviserer.” luffy repeated, once again saying the incorrect word (he meant to say advisor, but added an extra -er for no reason).

“luffy, stop rambling nonsense,” [name] said, brushing away the topic as he truly didn’t understand what luffy meant.

after some time, usopp finally spotted a rock and announced it to the group.

“rock up a small ways ahead!!!”

“for real?! [name], let’s go!!!” luffy picked [name] up and threw him onto the pile of stuff then used his two free hands to carry both of their sleds of luggage. [name] had to hold on for dear life in order to not fall off as luffy carelessly ran through the desert.

“fucks’ sake, luffy!!!” [name]’s echoed shouts were the only signs that he was still alive when luffy ran off, making the rest of the crew sweat drop in disappointment.

[ BONUS : based off of the new outro in the show <3 ]

it hasn’t been long since chopper joined the crew. and despite the rush to get to alabasta, especially now that nami was better, there was no denying they’d be in need of certain amenities.

for a majority of them, it was food, for nami, it was mainly shopping for material goods. so they anchored down in some unknown island, some of the crew was already in the local town to get some goodies, but [name] and chopper stayed back on the sandy beach they had landed on.

“are you excited, chopper? your first real adventure,” [name] grinned, hyping the small reindeer up for the journeys they would take together.

“i’m excited, but also scared…were you scared when you first set sail, [name]?” chopper asked. “you don’t seem like the type to be scared easily,”

“pft! i was dead scared when i set out to sea by myself!!” [name] confirmed, laughing with his entire chest. chopper seemed shocked to learn that, eyes wide and sparkling.

“what? what do you mean?”

“i mean i was so scared chopper, definitely worse than what you were feeling,” [name] said, wanting to uplift the younger one’s spirits, “it was dark when i set sail, i had to go in the middle of the night! do you know what the sea looks like at night?” chopper shook his head, noting that he often went to bed early, “it’s all black around you. pitch black! could you imagine, going out to sea, and the first and only thing you can see is pitch black?”

chopper shivered where he sat, shaking his head as he most definitely did not want to think about that, “did you really sail out at night?”

“would i lie to you?” [name] asked with a cheerful grin. “that was my first time ever setting out to sea by myself, i was scared chopper, so i understand why you’re on edge.”

[name] leaned back on the palms of his hand, basking in the gentle sun.

“it’s alright to be scared, chopper,” [name] finalized, “you’ve got me to watch your back anyway, so enjoy the sea! you left your island to seek adventure, right?! enjoy and don’t worry about anything!”

[name] pointed a thumb at himself, “i’m strong enough to protect you and then some,”

chopper’s eyes sparkled completely, jumping onto [name]’s shoulder and shouting at the top of his lungs, “i’ll be the greatest pirate doctor to ever sail the sea!”

[name] chuckled at his childish antics, but cheered in alliance with chopper.

unknown to chopper, usopp, nami, and vivi were silently watching from the bushes behind them and were grinning at the heartfelt scene.

“so that guy really does have a heart?” usopp asked with a teasing tone. admiration sparkled in his eyes, though, as he saw how easily [name] was able to uplift chopper's mood.

“[name]’s pretty cool, isn’t he?” vivi asked, her cheeks uplifting in a smile as she watch [name] easily interact with chopper and ease all his worries.

“a pretty cool idiot,” nami sighed, but she too had a fond look on her face.

chopper and [name] were now yelling their dreams of being out on sea towards the shore line in front of them, and the secretly hidden three crewmates behind them to hear.

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jfleamont · 2 months

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never, sometimes, all the time

a snippet from my upcoming uni/band au - 1701 words

The kitchen is scarcely lit and there's a faint smell of burnt eggs. Someone cooked during the party, probably Marlene. Nevermind that this isn’t her flat; the boys don’t mind. They’ve known her for a couple of months, but they welcomed her with open arms, just like they did with Lily. They’re good, she thinks. These kids are good. They let her smoke inside the house tonight— well, James did. She only smokes every once in a while. Mostly when she’s nervous.

He's sitting across from her, one arm draped across the chair beside him, his head thrown back. His eyes are closed and his lips are slightly upturned; he looks content. Lily thinks he's smiling.

No, he definitely is.

Maybe it's the alcohol in his system. Or the music, which is still playing, though at a much lower volume than before; the others are already in their rooms, passed out, so they don’t care. This is just for the two of them.

She doesn’t know why she hasn’t left.

“You didn't keep your word,” she tells him. He'd promised Sirius he wouldn't get drunk. They hadn't said why, and only exchanged what looked like a meaningful look that she couldn’t decipher. Not yet, at least.

He chuckles, his eyes still closed. “I've only had one drink. And I didn't know you paid so much attention to me.”

“Remind me not to do it again. Also, it was a Long Island Iced Tea. A strong one, from the looks of it.”

He shrugs. “The situation called for it.”

She leans forward on the table, lowering her voice just a little. “Is this about Peter?”

“No. Maybe. I don't know.”

She waits for him to continue. He does. “It's just that we were so close to being great.” A humourless laugh, “Maybe I'm kidding myself. We weren't close at all.”

She notes the perfectly relaxed line of his brows. Maybe it’s just because he’s tired, but there’s no hint of anger on his face. “You don't seem too bothered by this, though.”

“Oh, well, I'm doing okay now. It's not too bad, I suppose.”

Lily snorts, and knows that he isn’t lying. “Yeah?”

He opens his eyes - they’re tired and soft like she’s never seen them - and fixes them on her.

“Yeah.”

“Always the optimist, you.”

He mirrors her position, resting his chin on his palm. “I had a good night, that's all.”

“I don't think that's all.”

“You’re right, it's not,” he shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair. He laughs quietly, a hint of anxiety colours his voice.

“So? Tell me,” she prompts him.

He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and looks behind her for a moment. “I have a plan. Mind you, not a good one, but it's a plan. It's sort of insane and if I'm being honest, it’s probably the worst idea I've ever had.”

“Are we still talking about the band or…?”

“I found a solution for next week's gig,” he announces grandly, smiling from ear to ear. The only thing that is missing is the jazz hands.

“You found a bassist? That was quick. Who is it?”

“You.”

She blinks. Several times. James’ smile has faded a little, and his expression looks careful.

“You've got to be joking.”

“Told you it was a crazy idea.”

Lily doesn’t want to think about the implications of this. Being friends with the people Severus couldn’t stand was one thing, but actually performing with them? That couldn’t happen. It’s not like she cares about him anymore. No, that’s not it. Maybe a part of her misses him still, and she used to be a people pleaser when she was around him, but this has nothing to do with that. It’s the fact that she has been questioning every single decision she has made ever since she left Severus behind. With him, it felt right… until it didn’t. Who’s to say that this won’t happen again? She doesn’t trust herself anymore, and this is brand new territory.

“You want me to join your band. You?”

James sits up straighter and gives her a funny look. “Why do you sound so surprised? You're brilliant.”

“But… I can't.”

“You can't or you won't?”

“Can't! How am I supposed to learn your entire setlist by next week?” she exclaims. She doesn’t mean to raise her voice, but she can’t help it. The more she thinks about this, the less confident she feels.

“Actually it would be better by Wednesday.”

He doesn’t look apologetic at all. Strange, since he was so worried about asking her a minute ago. Either he’s mad - and this is a very real possibility - or he just believes she can do it, which, really, is another form of insanity.

She tells him so. “You're not right in the head.”

“Evans—”

“I've got two papers to submit by the end of next week! There's no way I can play with you,” she says in a whispered shout, and now she’s the one with her hands in her hair.

He’s grinning. “But you want to.”

She suppresses a smile at his bravado, but he’s right. “I want to help you. But I can't.”

He leans in conspiratorially, and his enthusiasm almost wins her over. Almost. “Come on, it would be fun! And it's just a one time thing, okay? Or at least until we find a new bassist.”

“Can't believe you're asking me this.”

“Please?”

He’s not pouting, but he might as well be, and Lily can’t deny it: she’s thought about this exact scenario. She’s seen them on stage, she knows how good they are: they’re miles better than everyone else in their local music scene, really, and Lily can’t help but wonder if she’ll feel out of place up there. She loves performing, but being in a band with Severus showed her how awful it feels to be overshadowed by someone else, and she doesn’t want a repeat of that.

“… Can I think about it?”

James’ eyes light up. “Is this a yes?”

“It’s a question.”

“Of course you can think about it! Take a couple of days,” he waves a hand around and sits back in his chair, looking triumphant. Lily smiles; she’s about to burst his bubble.

“Hmm,” she rubs her chin contemplatively, “What do I get in return, though?”

He furrows his brows, not expecting her question. “Oh… We're not getting paid for this gig, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“I know, Potter,” she deadpans, rolling her eyes, but there’s no real annoyance in her tone. “I've performed there too. I'm talking about something else.”

The side of his mouth quirks up. Cheeky boy. “Anything in particular?”

“I'll let you know. After the gig,” she adds nonchalantly.

“What if I refuse?”

“These are my terms. Take it or leave it.”

James is thinking hard, by the looks of it. She doesn’t know what kind of favour she’ll ask him, but simply knowing that she has the upper hand in this situation makes her euphoric. He knows he’s signing away his soul if he agrees. She still hasn’t decided if she’s going to mess with him or not. Perhaps she’ll be nice about it.

“Fuck it. It's a deal,” he extends an arm to shake her hand and she’s about to do the same when a thought occurs.

“Hang on, did you say this was the worst idea you’ve ever had? What the fuck?”

“Shot myself in the foot, haven’t I?”

“I’m giving you one chance to recover from this. One.”

“Fuck,” he covers his face with his hands, and she thinks he’s blushing a little but she isn’t sure. “Remus is much better at this. He was supposed to broach the subject but he refused to, thinks I’m mental.”

She drops her smile and freezes. “Is he even okay with this? And Sirius?”

“Don’t worry, they both think you’re great. Sirius says you’re the female Flea.”

She beams at the compliment and relaxes into the seat. “Do you agree?”

His eyes roam around her face and Lily feels warm all over. It only lasts a moment, and then he’s smirking again. “You’re easier on the eyes, so…”

Right. He’s just messing with her.

“Twat,” she responds, and kicks his chair.

His gaze softens. “But to me you’re more Macca than Flea,” James continues, tilting his head to the side as he studies her once again.

“He was fit when he was younger, not going to lie,” she deflects, because she knows she’s talented - she does! - but she feels the impostor syndrome kick in any time she is compared to another great bassist‒ she has a list; Paul McCartney is at the top. Wait, is James aware of this? She hopes not.

He laughs and nods vigorously. “Especially in the late ‘60s with that beard.”

“Shame he never grew it out again after that,” she sighs, and feels the tension dissipate.

James raises an eyebrow. “Wanna watch the Get Back documentary?”

She’s pretty sure he’s joking, but the last time she saw it she cried, and she doesn’t have the strength to hold back the tears in front of him. Besides, her eyelids feel so heavy that she would probably fall asleep ten minutes in, and she’d rather sleep in a bed tonight. “As much as I’d love to, you’re dead on your feet and I’m not doing much better so… I’d better walk home.”

James sits up straight, suddenly very alert. “No.”

“What do you mean no?”

He gets up from the chair and grabs the remote. “I don’t want to walk in the cold and neither do you,” he says with his back to her as he turns off the music, “so just do me a favour and use my bed.”

She can’t possibly sleep on James Potter’s bed. “You don’t have to—”

“It’s not up for debate,” his tone is resolute but he’s wagging his finger at her, which makes him look kind of ridiculous. “The sheets are clean, changed them this morning.”

“I can’t let you—”

“I’ll take the sofa, goodnight.”

And with that he walks to the bathroom and closes the door.

#told you I had a snippet for my uni/band au #I don't have much else written but I have the plotline down lol #this is kinda shit but it'll change the more I work on it #jily #jfleamont rambles #jple #never sometimes all the time #NSATT

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habits

pairing: tess servopoulos x fem!sex worker!reader

description: tess has a lot of bad habits, but this is the one that she can’t break.

warnings: UNEDITED, smut, implied age gap, mention of assault (physical and sexual), reader has a bush (sorry, but i feel like pubic hair removal would not be a priority in the apocalypse), slight praise kink, substance use

words: 3.7K

date posted: 05/03/23

Tess is a creature of habit. She wasn’t one to veer out of her daily routines, she preferred to consistently wear the same shirt as much as possible (not that she really had many other options), and she always made sure to drop a splash of old–and probably somewhat toxic–whisky into her cup of coffee every morning. Her worst habit of all, though, was that she could scarcely go a single day without swinging by Y/n’s place everyday after she finished her work detail.

She’d first encountered Y/n a few years back, spotting her amongst the crowd as she leaned against the brick exterior of an apartment building with a few other girls. Y/n appeared to have stuck out from the others, appearing somewhat uncomfortable in her shirt that seemed to be a few sizes too small and opting to smile shyly at passing men rather than catcalling or flirting like the others had. Tess stopped to watch for a moment, shaking her head at the group, though her eyes scarcely slipped away from Y/n’s figure.

At first, she’d pitied the girls; they weren’t the only ones in the QZ who had resorted to such work in order to survive–hell, what she and Joel did was probably ten times worse than giving some poor soul a decent night, but there was something about her that made her want to protect her from harm, to keep her from being abused and groped by random guys on the street.

Then she was thankful for them. She’d just stormed out of Joel’s apartment after yet another scuffle with the stubborn man, intent on returning to her own place to drink herself into a dreamless sleep when she spotted her. There were less girls with Y/n this time, likely off with their own clients, and she was wearing something much looser and probably more comfortable than the last time she’d seen her. Tess paused, intending to cross the street and move on, but her feet quickly began leading her towards the small group.

“Hi there,” one of the girls grinned at her slyly, “Can I help you with something?”

“Or me?” The tall blonde interrupted, taking a step towards the woman and jutting out her chest, “Or both of us, or maybe all three? I guess it all depends on what you’ve got on you.”

Tess shook her head, glancing past both of them and locking eyes with the third girl before nodding at her, “You.”

“Me?” She pointed to herself, glancing at the other two girls who scowled slightly at her.

“Yeah, you. Unless you don’t want my business.”

“No, no,” The girl shook her head, stepping forward and extending her hand to her, “Come on, then.”

Tess allowed her to lead her into the apartment building, turning into the third door on the left. The apartment was almost dimly lit by a series of candles, and despite its small size, Tess could tell that there were several people living there due to the bed sheets hanging from the ceiling to divide the space into smaller rooms. The air stank of sweat, sex, and booze, and the shadows being cast on several of the bed sheets combined with the raunchy sounds revealed exactly what was going on inside.

Y/n’s designated area was mostly taken up by a small, twin-sized mattress, a rickety side table, and a dresser. She appeared to have done as much as she could to spruce the area up for both herself and for her clients by having a small mason jar of flowers on the dresser, as well as a few knick-knacks here and there, though there was no disguising the fact that her room was made up of just four curtains.

Tess took a seat on the edge of the mattress, watching as Y/n began to slowly peel her clothing away to reveal a mismatched set of dusty blue cotton panties and a hot pink bralette underneath.

“How much?” Tess broke the silence, eyes scanning over Y/n’s figure in the dim, flickering light.

Y/n pursed her lips, shoulders settling tensely as she tried to feign somewhat of a relaxed state, “Three for oral, five for vaginal, eight for anal. Ten for a bit of everything.”

Tess nodded, noting the wavering of her tone as she fished through her pocket for her cards, dropping ten onto the bedside table, “Do your worst.”

That was two years ago. Initially, Tess was disappointed in herself for bending to a whim like that; to her, spending cards on sex wasn’t exactly practical, nor did it seem worth it. She hadn’t intended on going back, but no more than three weeks later she had returned and offered Y/n another ten cards for her time.

Y/n was addicting for her. Her lips were always softer than Tess’s and tasted like coconuts, and always felt so good against her own. She was a bit tense in the beginning, having admitted to having only slept with two other women before her, but quickly warmed up. Initially, she wouldn’t allow too much on Tess’s end, permitting her hands to wander and allowing her to dip her fingers into her heat from time to time, but she would always stop her before she could feel any pleasure of her own and take care of Tess instead. Tess soon found herself going to Y/n more often, sometimes appearing at the apartment several times a week to find some release.

Sometimes when she would arrive, Y/n would be with other clients. The other girls always offered to take care of her, sliding their palms across her shoulders seductively before dropping them back to their sides when she insisted on waiting for her preferred girl. Tess would sit across the street, eyeing those who stepped out of the apartment complex in disarray, always pushing away that gnawing feeling in her gut that she could only associate with jealousy, especially when they were other women. Tess understood that this was Y/n’s profession, and that Tess was no different than any of her other patrons, but she couldn’t help the growing affection that she felt for the girl each time that she visited.

Sometimes when Tess was in a rush, she would deal with having Y/n get her off quickly before she went back to her responsibilities, but she much preferred the days where she could actually talk to her. After so many visits, Tess began to take notice of her quirks, little habits of her own that she always did, how she always shivered under her touch, certain aspects of her personality that made Tess’s stomach erupt in butterflies. She most enjoyed the days where they would talk for a while afterwards, sharing quiet whispers and soft kisses, though they wouldn’t have been heard anyways over the sounds from the surrounding cubicles. The relationship quickly developed from being born out of Tess’s need for some release to Tess genuinely caring for the girl, all she wanted was a chance to show her just that.

Tess was surprised one day when she arrived outside of the apartment complex, finding the usual group lingering just outside the front door. When she didn’t find Y/n immediately, she figured that she was with someone, though the others quickly let her know that Y/n was not working for the rest of the day, vaguely describing a guard who came in and got a little too rough with her.

“I can take you,” the petite redhead had cooed at her, “You look like you could give me a run for my money.”

Tess shook her head, shoving past them to shoulder her way through the door to the apartment and ignoring their shouting for her to stop. She quickly scampered through the hallways constructed out of curtains, finding the one she so often visited and tore the curtain back.

Y/n sat up in surprise, arms wrapped tightly around her figure and dressed in an old, baggy sweater and some sweatpants, probably the most covered up that Tess had ever seen her. Her hair looked unkempt, and her face was red and splotchy in the few spots that weren't swollen with dark purple bruises. Shock and uncertainty crossed her features as she took in Tess’s appearance; she, too, had gotten a good beating a few days back, her own cheek tinted yellow and sore to the touch.

“Tess,” she breathed, scrambling off of the mattress and crossing the small space to cup her face, “What happened to you?”

“Me?” Tess asked, incredulously, “Baby, what happened to you?”

Y/n’s eyes were glassy, tears brimming her waterline as she choked on her own words, slowly giving some description of exactly how she’d ended up like that, quickly wiping away any of the tears that managed to escape. She ended her story by quickly affirming to her, “I’m sorry, I can ask one of the other girls to take you, tell them what you like–”

Tess shook her head, “No, no, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Are you?”

Y/n sniffled and shook her head, taken aback at the genuinity behind Tess’s words–no one had ever cared for her like this before. She crossed her arms over her chest, “I’m probably just gonna hit the sack, shake it off before tomorrow.”

Tess glanced at the old mattress, her lip curling at the idea of Y/n spending the night alone on it while being forced to endure the other girls with their own clients. She brushed the pad of her thumb over Y/n’s swollen cheekbone, “Come with me, just for the night. I can’t say that it’s really much better than this place, but you’re never gonna get any actual rest here.”

The younger girl mulled over the offer for a few moments, shifting her gaze between her sock-clad feet and Tess’s soft gaze a few times before she finally responded, “Are you sure?”

Tess hadn’t been exaggerating when she said that her own apartment was not much larger or any grander, but the simple fact that she didn’t live with five other girls who had a constant string of men in and out made all the difference. It was a small studio style apartment, the bed in one corner while the kitchen occupied another, and while it was equally as dark and dingy as most of the other apartments in the QZ, but with a few of her belongings lying around, Y/n felt a warm feeling overpower any of the fear that she had been full of the entire journey there. Tess guided her to sit on the small, lumpy sofa, a gentle hand cupping the small of her back before she made quick work of dabbing over her face with a torn rag soaked in whiskey.

“You gonna tell me what happened?”

Y/n was silent for a beat, flinching away as Tess pushed a little too hard on her flesh, “This guy came in, he comes around a lot but he always asks for Scarlet. He was pissed off when I told him that she was with someone else, but he said that I would do so I figured everything was fine, and then he just started to get really rough–” she paused to compose herself as her voice cracked, “When I asked him to stop, he just started hitting me. That’s when the other girls came in and got him off of me, but he got a few licks in.”

Tess barely met her gaze, instead turning to eye her midsection, which she seemed to be cradling with her arms tightly wound around herself. The older woman reached out, fingers playing with the hem of the sweatshirt hesitantly, “Did he hit you down here? Can I see?”

Y/n moved her arms, nodding silently as she made slow movements to pull her sweater over her head. Tess’s breath caught in her throat as Y/n exposed the dark handprints that were embedded in her flesh, her fingers instantly reaching out to caress the swollen skin with as much tenderness as possible.

“How do you feel?”

Y/n shrugged, crossing her arms over her chest to at least cover her breasts, “Doesn’t hurt too much anymore. Everything just aches, I guess.”

“Here,” Tess rushed to the kitchen, digging through one of the drawers and returning with two small white pills, “Take these, they’ll help with the pain.”

Had it been anyone else to be offering her a handful of mystery pills, Y/n would have laughed in their face, but she showed absolutely no signs of hesitation before she dry swallowed the tablets.

“Do you need anything?” Tess asked her, “Water, coffee, food?”

Y/n shrugged, tugging her sweater over her head, “Could you–I mean, if you don’t mind, I just–”

Tess grasped Y/n’s knee to encourage her to spit it out.

“Could you just… hold me?”

Tess almost laughed at how nervous she sounded, as if she would actually give up the opportunity to have Y/n in her arms, and she probably would have if it weren’t for the desperation in her eyes. Tess nodded, offering her a hand and leading her over to the hastily made bed in the corner.

She laid down, stretching across the mattress and pulling her close so that she could lay comfortably on her chest. Y/n burrowed into her warmth, tucking her face as deep into the nape of her neck as physically possible and inhaling her scent. Tess sighed, allowing herself to sink into the horribly uncomfortable mattress and lay as still as possible to avoid disturbing her. Instead, she buried her nose into her hair and pressed soft kisses into her scalp, smoothing a gentle palm down the length of her back.

Y/n lifted her head, laying it on the pillow so that she could see the older woman, her voice scarcely above a whisper, “Thank you.”

Tess raised her hand, pushing a lock of hair out of her face, “You don’t need to thank me. You think I would just leave you there? Come on, baby, you know I like you too much for that.”

The ghost of a smile appeared on her face, features appearing far more relaxed than they had all evening. Y/n slid her own palm up the length of Tess’s side, bringing it up to cup her cheek as she scooted closer, forcing her lips as close to Tess’s as physically possible without actually touching, glancing up for permission. Tess didn’t waste a moment before pressing a kiss of her mouth, moving her lips slowly against her so as to not rush or pressure her.

Y/n’s lips curled into a smile against her, pulling her even closer as her hands began to run down the span of Tess’s side, fingers finding their destination hurriedly as she began to unbuckle her belt and reach for the button of her jeans. Tess jumped, her own hands grasping Y/n’s to stall her movements.

“You don’t have to–”

“I want to,” Y/n looked wild, her hair mussed up and eyes wide and glossy, “Please, I just need to get my mind off of it.”

Tess shook her head, shifting her weight on the mattress to hover over the younger woman, stroking her cheek gently as she pressed a soft, but firm kiss to her lips, “It’s okay, just let me take care of you, huh? You always take such good care of me.”

Y/n appeared to have been somewhat taken aback, but quickly nodded her head, leaning up to capture another kiss, only this time it was considerably more passionate. Teeth and tongues began to clash as hands wandered up and down the expanse of each other’s bodies, shirts quickly being abandoned somewhere on the floor.

Tess cupped each of Y/n’s breasts, pressing them together snugly as she began to kiss and nip at the tender flesh, careful to avoid any of the swollen fingerprints left on her skin. Y/n let out a small gasp as she felt the blunt bite of Tess’s teeth around one of her sensitive nipples as her fingers tugged at the other. Tess grinned wolfishly up at her, “You’ve been holding all of those pretty noises back from me, haven’t you?”

Y/n bit her lip, nodding impatiently.

“Let them out, beautiful, I wanna hear you.”

Tess slowly made her way down the plush of her belly, pressing her lips to the soft skin as she moved towards the waistband of her sweats, fingers making quick work of the knot at the front so that she could pull them down her legs. She knelt back, taking in the sight of the young woman laying in front of her, eyes wide and glossy with emotion and vulnerability. Tess lifted one of her calves once she removed the sweats and the cotton panties that she had been wearing, pressing gentle kisses from her ankle up to her inner thigh, pausing to take in the sight in front of her. Her eyes locked onto Y/n’s face, the flesh of her cheeks darkened with blush and lips swollen, then flickered down to the patch of thick curls between her thighs. Tess almost moaned aloud as she pressed her legs open, allowing her to see the slick that had gathered among the curls and the treasure that existed beneath them.

Tess dug her teeth into the flesh of her thigh, once again careful to avoid any of the tender flesh left by that moron–she had made a mental note to get his name from Y/n later on–and grinned up at her, “Look at this. God, can’t believe you’ve been keeping this from me, baby.”

She laid her palm flat against her lower belly, thumb landing on her mound and massaging the hairy patch, chuckling as Y/n moaned out and began to thrust her hips forward, desperate to have Tess move her attention lower to where she needed her most.

“Next time I wanna hear you beg,” Tess told her, finally moving her thumb down to press on the swollen hood of her clit, “But I’m feeling nice today.”

Y/n sighed contentedly as small, quick circles began to be drawn on her clit. Tess moved to lay on her belly in between her thighs, leaning her face closer and blowing a gust of cool air against her heat before dragging her tongue slowly through her folds a few times, then centering her attention on the bundle of nerves.

Y/n gasped out her name, fingers winding through the brunette locks of the woman between her thighs, “Fuck, Tess.”

“That feel good?” Tess cooed, pressing a single digit into her core, “Tell me, pretty girl.”

“Yes,” She panted, back arching off of the mattress, “Please more.”

Tess obliged, sinking a second finger in as she continued to assault her puffy clitoris with her tongue, carefully scraping over it with her teeth and chuckling as the gasp that it elicited. She curled her fingers, searching until she finally found the spongy patch of flesh inside of her. Tess prodded at this spot with her fingertips repeatedly, encouraged by the bucking of Y/n’s hips and increased moaning as she did so.

“Fuck, please don’t stop.”

Tess laughed against her, sending a series of vibrations into her clit. Y/n whined out, pressing her hips impossibly closer as she fought for her release. Tess could feel her walls tightening around her fingers–she couldn’t help but admire how incredibly tight she was becoming. She squeezed her thigh with her free palm, encouraging her to let go without releasing the suction grip she had made on her clit.

“I’m gonna–” Y/n’s breath caught in her throat, coming out in sharp gasps as her body began to tremble under Tess’s touch, “I’m gonna–oh my God!”

With a final clench of her walls around Tess’s fingers, the tightening coil in Y/n’s gut finally snapped, her release flooding over the length of Tess’s digits as she continued to fuck her through it; all white and sticky and making a mess of the blankets beneath her. Tess pulled her fingers free, moving her tongue down to catch as much of her release as she could while pressing her fingers through the seam of Y/n’s lips to allow her to taste herself. Both women moaned at the taste–it was tangy and salty, a taste like no other.

Tess pulled away, pressing one final kiss to Y/n’s clit as she moved to lay beside her and pull her back into her arms. Y/n kissed her, her lips chapped from being bitten and desperate for Tess’s affections, which she was just as eager to give.

Pulling back and laying her head on the pillow to catch her breath, Y/n glanced at the older woman with a small smirk on her lips, “So, how much do I owe you?”

Tess snorted, shaking her head at her, rolling onto her side to face her. All humour dropped from her face as she made her next request, “Don’t go back there.”

“What?” Y/n furrowed her brows in confusion.

“Don’t go back. You’re gonna get yourself killed,” She cupped each of her cheeks in her palms to force her to meet her gaze, “You can do small jobs here and there, but I can provide for the both of us, for the most part. I can’t promise you much, but I can offer you much more than they can over there.”

Y/n sighed, “Tess–”

“Don’t say anything. I can’t let you go back there, not when I can have you here.”

“Tess–”

“I love you, or at least, I think I do. That’s what I can offer, and I’ll do my best to protect you from something like this happening ever again.”

“Tess–”

“Don’t say anything, just say yes. Please.”

A small smile appeared on her face, somewhat calming the pounding of Tess’s heart. Anxiety ate away at the lining of her stomach, both anticipation of her answer and fear from how vulnerable she had just made herself. There was another beat of silence before Y/n leaned forward, capturing her lips in another kiss and whispering her answer.

#tlou #the last of us #tess servopoulos #tess servopoulos x reader #tess x reader #the last of us imagine #tess servopoulos fanfiction #tess servopoulos imagine #wlw #lesbian

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The Switching Gamble

A twist on Loki and Sigyn's wedding myth.

Part I: Here.

Part II: Wedding Night.

Pairing: Loki x Fem!OC (reader)

Warnings: smut, graphic descriptions of smut, first time, minors DNI.

Loki and I entered his chambers violently. We had just finished our wedding feast, which Odin insisted on not going, and now we finally had our alone time as a married couple. Loki hasn’t stopped touching me or kissing me since the All-father, without knowing, married us. Now that we didn’t need to hide our feelings for each other anymore, he was showing me his sweetest side, and I adored it.

As we entered his chambers, Loki kept kissing me, his hands leaving my body just for a second to close the doors behind him. Then, he lifted me, carrying me in his strong arms. He walked quickly across his chambers with me in his arms, never separating his lips from mine. When we reached his enormous bed, he laid me on it carefully. His penetrating emerald-like eyes stayed on me as he did so. The way his intense gaze went down and up my body, looking at every part of me that my wedding dress allowed him to, made me shiver in anticipation. I was breathing hard due to our previous kiss, but my breath got stuck in my throat just by his look. It was intense, as always, but it was also feral, full of hunger and desire. I felt like a goddess just by the way he looked at me.

Loki left one of his knees next to me on the bed and he stood up on his other foot. Still with his gaze on my body, he slowly undid his leather green robe, unbuttoning it with his long and sensual fingers. I followed the piece of clothing as it made its way to the floor and then stared at his pale torso. He was lean but toned. His pectorals and abdominals were completely shredded. His chest hair was scarce but soft, the same as his lower abdomen hair. I wanted to caress it, to feel it, but I remained in my place. Nerves were starting to kick in at the moment. Loki smiled softly at me as he lay on top of me again, kissing my temple lovingly.

“There is nothing for you to worry about, my beautiful Jade,” he whispered in my ear. “I shall take care of you, I shall take care of every single need you may have and I shall do so impeccably. You shall never miss anything, my lovely wife.”

Loki kissed my lips again, softly, sweetly. He caressed the sides of my waist soothingly. I tentatively moved my hands to caress his chest and the truth is that once I started, I couldn’t stop. His skin was soft and beautiful. I wanted to explore every single part. As the second passed by, my caresses became more confident and our kiss more passionate. His strong arms embraced me tightly as we kept kissing. His expert tongue licked my lower lip, as if tasting it, and then made its way inside my mouth. Our lips parted and our tongues met, sensually caressing each other. Our hands explored each other’s bodies with urgency but slowly at the same time, enjoying being able to touch each other in such an intimate way. It was as if our bodies were eager to discover and unite each other, but we wanted to take it slow and enjoy our first time together. Why wouldn’t we? Now that we were officially married, we had an eternity ahead of us.

Loki’s lips and tongue left mine to kiss my chin, my jaw, the sweet spot behind my ear and down my neck. He kissed my collarbone and my neckline until he reached the beginning of my wedding dress. I felt goosebumps everywhere his lips passed by and my heart beat wildly against my chest, my corset almost suffocating me. As if he were able to feel what I was feeling due to his skilful lips, Loki put his lips next to my ear and whispered:

“May I take your dress off, my princess?”

It warmed my heart that he asked me for permission even when he didn’t need to. His gaze showed his concern for making me feel comfortable with this. If I could love him any more, I would have at that precise moment. I caressed his cheek and kissed his lips softly before nodding at him with a sweet smile on my lips. Loki kissed my cheek lovingly before crawling on the bed behind me. He unzipped my dress slowly, while his lips kissed my nape and back. They were sweet, reassuring kisses and they were definitely accomplishing their mission. My dress was eventually on the floor and I was only wearing my undergarments. Loki kissed his way up from my shoulder to my neck, still kneeling behind me. He put his fingers on my chin and gently moved my face to one side. Our lips met again in a passionate kiss as his hands moved up and down my body, caressing every part my undergarments allowed him to. I moved on the bed, caressing his soft black hair as I got closer to him. I moan a little in his mouth at the expertise shown by his hands when touching me. Loki undid my hair as we kept kissing, letting it fall like a cascade on my back. He caressed it as our tongues played together and caressed each other in a sensual game. When he broke our kiss because we needed to breathe, Loki looked at me directly into my eyes and I felt naked. As if he could read my soul with that intense gaze of his.

“Do you trust me, my princess?” Loki asked in a husky voice. I was so lost in his gaze and the sensual way his voice sounded that I needed to take some minutes to answer him.

“With my life, Loki.”

“I shall make you feel the most pleasure you have ever felt, my princess. I promise you shall never experience more pleasure than the one I am about to cause you. I beg you to let yourself experience all the pleasure and leave the rest to me, my lovely wife.”

His green eyes intensely looking into mine, his husky voice, his promises; it was all too much for me to bear. I just let myself go, relaxing into his arms and letting him do what he wished with me, as he had asked me to. Loki kissed me again, passionately and his hands caressed my body again. Without breaking our kiss, he took off my brassier, throwing it on the floor. I didn’t have time to feel self-conscious because Loki’s lips kept attacking mine. His hands slowly moved up my body, from the sides of my waist until he was able to cup both my breasts in his big hands. He let go of my lips to look me in the eyes as he caressed and squeezed a little my breasts, making me moan softly. I blushed but he just smiled at me, nibbling my lower lip. He grabbed my nipples in between two of his long fingers and pinched them, making me gasp and move my hips involuntarily. Loki kept playing with my nipples until they were both hard and I was heaving. One of his hands stayed where it was, playing with my nipple, and the other started to caress my skin downwards. He kissed my neck as his hand followed my stomach until he reached my underwear. He moved it below my underwear until he reached my core. He caressed it, causing more gasps to escape my mouth as I let my head rest on his shoulder. Then, he started to rub my clit slowly. I moaned as he kept rubbing my clit, playing with my nipple and nibbling my neck with his teeth. It was all too much. I didn’t know how much I was going to be able to tolerate. Again, it seemed as if he could feel my feelings due to his ministrations. He didn’t go on torturing me with that endless but pointless pleasure.

Loki grabbed my hips and lifted me up, laying me on the bed next to him. He stood up to take off his trousers as he kept his gaze on me. He kissed my inner thigh as he got rid of my underwear. Then, he positioned himself on top of me, opening my legs and resting his arms right next to my head.

“You are the most precious gem I have ever laid eyes upon, my beautiful princess.”

Loki gave me a short, sweet kiss and then he entered me, our bodies becoming one, finally. I moaned highly, partly from pleasure, partly from pain. It was my first time with a man and I knew from others’ words that it was probably going to hurt. Loki breathed hard, staying still to give me some time to adjust to this new intrusion into my body. He kissed my temple, my cheekbones, my cheeks, my chin, my neck and everywhere he could reach. It was distracting enough for me and I could only smile at him for showering me with so much affection.

“Are you alright, my love?” he asked as his green eyes looked deeply into mine, showing his concern. “Do you want us to stop?”

“No, not at all,” I took a deep breath. “I want to be your wife in every sense possible, Loki,” I caressed his hair, kissing him again. He smiled softly at me.

“You, my dear Jade, are my wife. No matter what anybody says or thinks, you are my wife, my princess, my love and have been since we first met.”

I smiled again and kissed him. Our lips joined in a sweet kiss and Loki started to move slowly, out and inside of me. I moaned against his lips and he moaned back. I put my hands on his back as he embraced me tighter. We started to make love passionately, our moans becoming higher and more frequent as Loki moved faster. I felt him inside me and there was no better feeling than that one. I wanted to feel it for the rest of my life. And I may be as lucky as that.

As Loki kept moving, he kissed my neck, biting it softly. Then he moved down my collarbone, my neckline until he found my nipple. His tongue played with it, making the pink bud get harder and darker again. I kept moaning as his hands expertly caressed my body, his tongue kept teasing me as he kept moving inside and out of me. It was the most exciting experience of my life and it was just the first time.

I moved my hands to his front, on his chest, and brought his lips towards mine to kiss him again. I couldn’t help myself, it was as if his lips were my addiction. Suddenly, I felt a rush of sexual adrenaline inside of me that was so pleasurable that my moans weren’t enough to express it. And then, it was all out. I screamed Loki’s name in my extasis, not knowing what was happening to me, but letting myself enjoy it. If Loki was causing me to feel this rush of adrenaline, then I would embrace it and enjoy it fully. After some more minutes, Loki smiled at me softly as he embraced me tightly, and nuzzled my temple with his nose.

“That, my beautiful princess, is what lies ahead of you for the rest of our eternity together.”

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moononmyfloor · 6 months

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My Year End C-drama Review (2023)

Last year, I did two Cdrama Wrapped posts for each half of the year. This year, I watched so much stuff right away I got arrogant and was about to do a January-February summary. And then life happened and handed me my entire ass, so here we are right back on the ground zero.

Well, not exactly. I watched lots of dramas I liked this year and would like to give nods to as many as possible, and before I start forgetting details I thought I better go ahead with the entrees that I'm sure of the answers.

My initial Cdrama reviews were inspired by anniedelavoye's this post 2 years ago, I've extrapolated a lot from there but some entrees remain same.

Part 2

1. First drama I finished in 2023

Hi Venus. Modern workplace romcom isn't my go-to-genre, least of all if the ML is a CEO. If not for the unusual-for-the-genre setup of initial few eps and the strong recommendations of my friends, I might not have pressed play at all. And I'm so glad I did because it turned out to be one of the most refreshing takes of the genre, it was funny, the pacing nor the dialogues were ever draggy, the characters were intelligent and pleasant, and down to earth. It never leaned to the tropes of helpless/badass FL or tsundere/beta ML extremes, there was no dramatic villain arcs, down to the supporting characters everyone were so reasonable and mature and simply had the nicest time ever together. Now I put it like that, it sounds boring but trust me, it wasn't. Do give it a try. Your time won't be wasted.

2. An actor who took my breath away

Jing Boran as Lan Jue/Peizhi from The League of Nobleman

I mean

Look at him. Instant KO.

I remember watching this scene (and every scene that followed after, especially when he had his hair down) and being in disbelief about how he's real. He's literally glowing out the screen! His performance as a model scholarly minister, the way he conducted his glance, his steps, his speech and temperament were nothing but enchanting and... look, I can write poetry about him for ages lol.

And then I watched every single work I could find of him and ended up even more in love, because his resume was nothing but diverse. A measured scholar, a bubbling-out-of-his-skin social butterfly, a ballerina in a tutu, a man pregnant with the cutest radish monster ever, there's nothing he cannot play. I'm definitely going to check out every single work of him that'll be coming out in the future as well. Even if the plot fails, his character will surely be interesting.

(Also, I was FINALLY lured into DMBJ fandom thanks to going down his profile as well, and now I'm here to stay🤭)

3. Most relatable character

Bai Moxi from Gone With the Rain

She was street-smart and sassy, but never foolhardy. She wasn't a damsel nor was overly clever. She had her moments of daydreaming, but she knew what was and wasn't reasonable. She had a high sense of self-worth, she also knew when to make herself scarce. Despite being the most outgoing and energetic personality in the room, she didn't make everything to be about herself. In fact, she couldn't have been happier to be a background supporting character of the story, quietly minding her own business in her corner. In summary, she just felt very real, and exactly like how I love my FLs. Every decision she took felt like what I'd also have done in her situation. (Btw I hope noone messages me about loving Moxi but hating her sister because I don't. I think her character also made a lot of sense based on her circumstances even though she was bit more difficult to love than Moxi.)

Most of all, she was played to a tee by Zhang Nan, the young actress was allowed to shine to her true potential in this role, as she used to be quite stereotyped in either bubbly or petty mean girl roles. The drama horribly fell apart in the latter quarter (I'd like to pretend it all ended before that Great Seperation Scene), but I'm going to remember her charaacter for a long time to come.

4. Most inspiring character

Li Lianhua from Mysterious Lotus Casebook

The tumblr tag for MLC is already filled with Grade A+ poetry, prose and analysis dedicated to him and I'm not capable of wording it any better than them. All I can say is he really touched a vulnerable corner of my heart, and gave it strength. He's just so very admirable and represents all I ever want to be, and his entire character design and all its metaphors and philosophy especially resonate with me as a Buddhist. Like Cheng Yi said at the end of MLC concert, "At the end of the day, if you have a lotus flower in your heart that you can call your own, that's what matters."

5. Best Couple of the Year

Lu Zhaoxi and Ye Shilan (Zeng Shunxi and Liang Jie) in Hi Venus, Zhao Jian and Yuan Zhongxin (Zhou Yutong and Zhang Xincheng) in Young Blood 2

Here are two couples who were each others' equal match in every big, small and miscellaneous ways possible. Where their roles in their partnership did not have anything to do with society-determined gender or power dynamics, not about conforming to them nor about beating them. Everything about their relationships simply had to do with what they meant to each other their admiration, respect and love towards the other person, from beginning to end. In Hi Venus, it was never uncomfortable to watch Shilan being Zhaoxi's subordinate, for he always treated her like any good superior should in any healthy professional relationship. In Young Blood 2, Zhongxin would fully trust Zhao Jian with everyone else's and his own life, not because his head was in wishful romantic clouds but because he was 100% confident in her capabilities and would never disrespect her with "girls should be protected, you stay back and let me take the sword for you" nonsense.

I may check out like 50 dramas per year and may never come by such Het pairing dynamics in some years, yknow? I do not hate on any other kind of dynamic (plus I'd have next to nothing to watch in that case lol) but, THIS... this is so rare -for me to not be icked out by not even a single second of a fictional het couple's screentime lol- hence the gushing! (Though I know I'm not doing the greatest job of phrasing what I feel😆).

Following that note, though not a couple, honorable mentions to Chufeng (Bi Wenjun) and Robin (Zhu Zhengting) from Silence of the Monster who took Sui Yi (Sun Yihan) into their home not because they thought it'd be chivalrous to help a girl, but because it's the nice thing to do as a fellow human. For continuing onto integrating her into their world with ease and enthusiasm not because any of them had feelings for her but because they simply found her a good friend to hang out with.

Suffice to say I DIG ANY relationship where gender does not come into play, like, at all (or barely, if you must).

6. Best harem of the year

Orchid and Lotus harems (from League of Nobleman and Mysterious Lotus Casebook)

(Only sharing the pics of Orchid Harem because it was from the earlier quarter of this year, whereas pics of Lotus Harem will be everywhere in the Cdrama scene for quite a while to come lol)

The support group of devout puppies, zhijis, friends-with-benefits and all sorts of other polycule postions, all centered around one precious babygirl enigma of a man is just my jam, and I love it when it happens because it brings forth the fandom's most unhinged high-art. 😌😌😌

(ALSO ME AND WHO WHEN!😭)

7. Best ensemble of the year

Young Blood 2, I Am Nobody

For me a perfect ensemble is where the supporting characters are just or almost nearly as engaging and thoroughly written as the main leads, you'd love every second spent on any character just as much as you love that of any other. The ultimate relaxing experience where your brain doesn't have to pick favorites and you don't have to speed watch or fast forward or be antsy about who's going to appear next because you know it's gonna be enjoyable no matter whom.

And this year, it's Young Blood 2- with its Class 7 members who were all so different but all so compelling and equally contributing to the plot, complimented by the Class 8 and the unnervingly captivating villains.

And I Am Nobody- with its extensive spread of young and old heroes/antiheroes alike, all with dramatic backstories and individual charisma that were not second to another.

8. Favorite posters/promos of the year

Mysterious Lotus Casebook, Young Blood 2, Sunshine By My Side

Really liked what MLC did with positioning the characters on various spots of the titular Lianhua Lou, the wind-sway choices for the wisps of hair and the skirts... idk the exact angles of it all were just right for each character and their vibes and appealed to me a lot.

The blending-into-painting style poster of Young Blood was so pretty too, plus these Suoyi raincoat posters.

The comic strip posters for Sunshine were also super cute, unique and perfect for the drama's themes.

9. Best opening credit sequence

Love You Seven Times

The drama itself was a hot mess but the opening sequence was entirely worthy of being a parallelish-universe story to Love Between Fairy and Devil without a debate. IF ONLY they put the same effort to the story itself.

10. Favorite Prop/Set designs

A League of Nobleman- Lan Jue's Tea Pavilion, Mysterious Lotus Casebook- Lotus House

I wish I could install a fixture in my home where me and my imaginary homies can chat over tea while being seductively separated by an active stream of freshwater, while my not so elegant period-style caravan is waiting outside in the yard for more cozily cramped get-together times. 🤧

11. Favorite lighting/color grading of the year

The Forbidden Flower, My Journey to You

The former, a kaleidoscopic explosion of colors, a celebration of fleeting life, youth, summer and nostalgia. It was a daring drama on so many fronts and nailed each of them as well, and the use of colors represented its bold soul perfectly.

The latter, a marvelous combination of mountains shrouded by mist, dark-toned wood pavilions and fur-lined robes, pale, dusty makeup with rosy lips and plump cheeks; all combined together on screen to bring a palpable ambience of a secluded glamorous hideout in a dystopian world and its ethereal residents. Seriously, how I especially loved to stare at the bride candidates in their white getups, it was like the light bounced off of the fabric to shine on their faces even more, and the skin and hair looked non-oily and baby soft. And it didn't feel over the top but convincing because the camerawork and editing conjured a believable image of an upcountry with dense and dewy forests, waterfalls and rivers, there's no sun, no heat no sweat, only cold air and pregnant humidity. OF COURSE you are going to look like THAT.

12. A drama that taught me new things

Hi Producer

The infuriating thing about Yu Zheng's show-off genre of costume dramas is that the story may be a hit-or-miss, the "historical facts" provided in them may need to be taken with a grain of salt, but they almost always provide me with great entry points to do my own research 🥲. Most niche facts that take me by surprise and things I'd never have thought to look up on my own are randomly sprinkled all over the place and I run around like a headless chicken trying to collect them all.

13. Most exhilarating drama/scene

Three-Body

That scene in ep 5. The entire buildup to it and the resolution. The phenomenal acting bringing forth the exact emotion and exact tension required. The moment you start to understand at least a sliver of why exactly all the characters are making this much of a fuss about what's happening to them.

I cannot spoil, not even a bit. You'd have to see for yourself.

I Am Nobody

(lol Three Body and I Am Nobody. I swear that was an unintentional coincidence!)

The great V-match between certain two characters, I can't elaborate. (See the thing about exhilarating scenes is that you have to see it for yourself what's the big deal is about lol.) I really liked how both their biggest vulnerabilities and yearnings were pulled out mercilessly in public, how they both fought themselves through each other before actualizing the philosophy of what it was all about. It was beautiful to watch visually as well.

14. A drama location I'd love to visit

Yunnan province

I've seen glimpses of the prosperous and both naturally and culturally diverse Yunnan province through Bite of China Documentaries and Dianxi Xiaoge's vlogs, the beautiful bucolic backdrop of Meet Yourself only heightened the wish to experience it all in person.

15. A drama that was a pleasant surprise

I Am Nobody

Perfect casting job, earnest effort from everyone involved to bring out the 2D to live action in the bestest way possible, it was like a dream come true to see a genre that was previously limited into written media like comics and fanfics (modern cultivation) as a drama even if it meant labelling all the cultivators as aliens lol

It had a lil bit of a flavor of western coming-of-age/"teen gets powers and goes on an adventure in search of their origins" stories, a bit of Japanese anime presenting style and the chaotic-gaggle-of-youth-and-veterans-with-different-extreme-powers genre vibe. And then they incorporated Chinese wuxia philosophy into it and made it their own thing. I hope to see more of this in future, and definitely a season 2!

16. An old drama I watched in 2023

Shaolin Wendao (2017)

This is one of the best period dramas I have ever seen, but I don't recommend it unless you have a strong tolerance for angst. Like, worse than Royal Nirvana and Heroes (2022) level of angst.

HOWEVER, unlike those two, Shaolin Wendao will leave you feeling rewarded for your suffering. This drama achieved a number of things that very few other have managed to do, especially for a story with such a heavy and dark premise.

The characters remained true to their selves from beginning to the end. They grew up in various ways, at the same time remained consistent. The story made sure to make all the characters aware of their individual faults and address them.

The characters were put through immense wringer but also provided viewer with the resolution they deserved. It was SO exhilarating at times, I cried. It felt like a detox, sometimes.

They prioritized telling a realistic story about the changing nature of humans. The ending was blissful but not in the idolized, wrapped-in-a-bow-tie way one would imagine. They wanted to tell a story about tribulations and letting go, and did exactly that.

It will ignite the pain but will also make sure to thoroughly quench it. So there's that.

Oh and also, respect to all the actors. All those characters were so layered and had some quite difficult scenes. I do not understand how Guo Xiaoting didn't get any good roles matching of her caliber for years after this. She was magnificent.

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bambirex · 11 months

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Tell It With Your Heart

Pairing: Geraskier

Characters: Jaskier/Dandelion, Geralt of Rivia

Additional tags: fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, acts of kindness, soft Geralt of Rivia, soft Jaskier/Dandelion, getting together, domestic fluff, friends to lovers

Word count: 2,504

Chapters: 1/1

Summary: While Jaskier always says what's on his mind, Geralt works a little differently. That doesn't mean he cannot tell Jaskier how he feels - he just does that without words.

Author's notes: for @wren-of-the-woods!! Wren, dear, we've talked so much about the different love languages the Witcher characters would have, and we both agreed Geralt's would be acts of service, so I had to gift this to you! I hope you'll like it, thank you so much for brainstorming with me ❤️

It's really nice finally being back with some fluff! There's a scene that might be familiar to some as it's directly taken from the Spirit cartoon hehe

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Geralt wasn't a man of many words, Jaskier was well aware of that. For the first few months that they've spent traveling together, Jaskier was mostly met with grunts and an awful lot of "hm"s, and if Geralt has graced him with a sentence consisting of more than three words, Jaskier was practically over the moon.

It wasn't because he was dumb as many people believed witchers to be: Geralt was very intelligent, he was just simply very closed-off. He had many walls pulled up around his heart, protecting him from the harshness of the world. Armor on his body and on his soul, Jaskier mused about it one day.

It took a while for Jaskier to understand Geralt. The bard was very talkative, has been that way all his life: he's talked his way out of the worst situations, has seduced his lovers with his kind words, and has made himself a name with his poetry. For him, it was hard to imagine there were ways to talk without using words, until he met Geralt.

That was why he needed some time to put the pieces together after the first time Geralt has returned with two rabbits dangling over his shoulders one day.

It was a couple of months after Jaskier's joined Geralt on the path. Money was scarce, and so the food was too, and Jaskier may have complained a little about being hungry. Geralt has growled at him that if he wanted to eat, he was more than welcome to go and find food for himself. Jaskier decided it was wiser if he didn't do that on his own.

When Geralt told him to stay in one place while he disappeared into the woods, Jaskier was sure Geralt has left him behind. He cursed himself for being so stupid to whine about being hungry while he knew right well that Geralt was working his ass off trying to gather enough for the both of them. Now he really did it, he annoyed Geralt to the point that he wouldn't come back for him.

But Geralt returned, with one tiny, scrawny rabbit and a large, fat one. He did not say a single word, he just sat down on a tree trunk and started skinning them. Jaskier stood there confused, anxiously rubbing his fingers together while Geralt got to cooking the meat.

Once he was done, he handed Jaskier the much bigger rabbit. It smelled deliciously, and Jaskier noticed that Geralt cooked his rabbit so much better than his own, Jaskier's meat being pink and juicy, while Geralt's looking bony and half raw.

"We can share mine, I won't be able to eat all of this anyway," Jaskier offered. Geralt shook his head, not even looking up as he started tearing at his own food.

"You need it more than me," was all he said. Jaskier tried a couple more times, but Geralt refused his offer.

"Thank you," Jaskier said softly when they were done eating. His stomach was full, and he felt warm and comfortable. Maybe it was the post-lunch daze that made him see things that weren't there, but it seemed like Geralt looked satisfied as he watched Jaskier rest a hand on his full belly.

The night was cold, possibly the coldest all winter. They were refused from every single inn. Things seemed more hopeless than ever, and the night was slowly creeping up on them. Jaskier pulled his furs tighter around his body, his teeth chattering loudly as they wandered around, trying to find a place to rest.

They eventually found a tiny stable. It was an old, ragged building, not very warm and the hay was dusty and dry, but it was better than nothing.

Geralt placed both their blankets over the hay, then gestured at Jaskier to lie down on them. Jaskier raised an eyebrow in question.

"What about you?"

"Lie down, Jaskier."

Jaskier did, but his confusion remained as Geralt took his own fur off and laid it over him.

"Geralt, you're going to be cold," Jaskier protested. He tried to hand the fur back, but Geralt threw it back at him.

"Burrow in," Geralt said. He leaned down and wrapped the furs around Jaskier as tight as he could, cocooning him until he was as warm as he could be. "It's only going to get colder. I'll be okay."

"Geralt," Jaskier sighed, "please. I don't want you to freeze to death. At least... come a little closer, then?"

Jaskier could swear he saw a hint of a blush on Geralt's cheeks. The witcher hesitated for a moment before he lay next to Jaskier, shifting close enough that their sides touched.

It was the best sleep Jaskier has gotten in weeks. He felt safe and warm against Geralt's side, who seemed to have shifted even closer to him during the night. Jaskier didn't mind, not even a little bit.

"Oh, this is really pretty," Jaskier sighed dreamily, "very lovely."

"It would look marvelous on you," the vendor mused as he held up the necklace for Jaskier. The thin golden chain glimmered in the candlelight. The medallion, forming a tiny bird, dangled off the vendor's hand.

"That's so kind of you to say, but it's a bit expensive," Jaskier sighed. He fell in love with that necklace the second he's laid his eyes on it, but they weren't here to buy jewelry with the small amount of coins they had. Geralt was browsing the shelves for the necessary supplies they needed for the path. He had his back to Jaskier, but Jaskier was sure he was rolling his eyes over Jaskier's ridiculous love for pretty jewelry.

Jaskier tried not to show his disappointment when they left the shop. He stared down at his boots and bit his lip, imagining how that necklace would have looked on him.

They barely even made a few meters when Geralt abruptly turned around.

"I forgot something," he said, all but storming back in the shop.

He was back soon, holding a tiny bag in his hand. Jaskier eyed it curiously.

"What is it? Something for Roach?"

Geralt cleared his throat a little awkwardly before he squeezed out a "no". Then, he gave the bag to Jaskier.

"It's mine?"

"It's yours."

"Well, that should be interesting," Jaskier chuckled softly as he peeled the bag open. He let out a loud gasp when he saw what was inside.

"Geralt..." Jaskier whispered, his throat constricting around the words. "You shouldn't have..."

"I know you liked it," Geralt replied. He didn't look at Jaskier, instead stared at a small rock on the ground. He kicked it, watching it roll away as if it was the most interesting thing he has ever seen. "So, there."

Jaskier suddenly didn't know what to do with himself. He wanted to run back to the shop and give it back, he wanted to berate Geralt for spending so much on something so useless, but he also wanted to sob and throw himself into Geralt's arms.

He did the latter, clutching Geralt so hard that the witcher let out a surprised huff. Jaskier buried his face in Geralt's neck, his eyes welling up with tears.

"I don't know why you're being so kind to me," Jaskier whispered, "you shouldn't have to do all this for me."

"I should," Geralt said. He brought up a hand and placed it onto Jaskier's back, a slightly awkward but very endearing attempt at a hug. "You're welcome."

Jaskier sat in the grass, scribbling in his notebook while Geralt sat next to him, working on his bestiary. It was a nice and comfortable way to spend time together: just being close to each other, both working on their own thing while not having to be alone. As years have passed, Jaskier has learned to appreciate these moments. He used to think of them as boring, awkward silence, but now he understood just how precious it was to be together like this.

He glanced over at Geralt. The witcher was deeply lost in his thoughts, a furrow between his brows, his face half-covered by his hair. Jaskier felt his heart flutter just looking at him.

Geralt must have sensed he was staring, because he looked up, shooting Jaskier a questioning look. Jaskier quickly looked away, redirecting his eyes upwards to the tree above them and pretending like he hasn't been staring at Geralt for the past few minutes- and the past decade, really.

He spotted a beautifully ripe apple on one of the branches above him. It was harsh red and perfectly round. Jaskier could imagine the taste of it on his tongue.

"When I was young," he started, speaking more to himself than Geralt, "I would always pick at fruits while I was working on a song. I would lie belly down on the grass, scribbling with one hand and stuffing my face with the other."

"Did it help you create better?"

"I don't know. It was a nice habit. And at least I didn't forget to eat while I was writing. I tend to do that."

"I know," there was an almost soft tone to Geralt's voice. It made Jaskier smile.

Jaskier peered up at the apple again. It sat on a high branch, and there was no way Jaskier would have reached it, even if he jumped for it. He decided he'd rather just wait until a fruit fell on the ground.

He picked up his notebook again. He didn't manage to write the next sentence down, because from the corner of his eye, he saw a quick movement that made him look up.

Jaskier's jaw dropped when he saw Geralt jumping up so high, it looked like he was practically flying. Taking good advantage of his advanced strength and reflexes, Geralt grabbed the apple from the branch before he landed again on the ground with a soft thud.

He opened his palm and showed the apple to Jaskier, making him snort.

"Way to humiliate me, Geralt," Jaskier rolled his eyes, "I'm sorry I can't fly. I didn't even know witchers could do that. Eh. Show-off."

"No," Geralt reached out again. "I got it for you."

"For me?" Jaskier whispered in awe. He stared at the apple in Geralt's hand, then up at Geralt. He blinked at him in surprise. Geralt hummed.

"Do you not want it?"

"I do," Jaskier replied. The muscles in his face ached as his lips curled into a wide smile. His heart swelled so big in his chest, he was worried it would burst. "But only if I can share it with you."

"Alright," Geralt concluded. His own lips twitched into a smile as he reached into his satchel, looking for a dagger.

Their knees touched as they sat, passing apple slices between each other. Once again, Jaskier found it hard to look at anywhere but Geralt's face, that lovely face that looked so content now, Jaskier wished he could kiss it.

The years have officially caught up to Jaskier. He wasn't old, not by any means, but he wasn't exactly young either. He started to tire out easier, his legs aching after having to walk so long. His joints often creaked and popped when he stood up, and to his absolute horror, he even noticed a gray hair at his temple.

"I don't mean to complain... well, I kind of do. I know it must be hard being a witcher but at least your lower back doesn't try to kill you if you sit a little weird for a few minutes!"

Jaskier groaned as he sunk into the water. The warmth felt heavenly for his tired bones, his cramping muscles easing up slowly as he leaned back in the tub. He rested his head against the edge, letting out a big sigh.

"And I'm only thirty-five!"

"You're thirty-eight, Jaskier."

"It's awfully rude to bring up a lady's age, Geralt!"

"You brought it up first. And you're not a lady."

"No, I'm an old man," Jaskier whined pathetically, closing his eyes. "I'm withering away."

His eyes snapped open again when he felt a touch against his shoulder. He twisted around to see Geralt standing behind the tub.

"Relax," Geralt told him. Before Jaskier could ask what he meant, Geralt pressed his thumb into a sore spot gently, making Jaskier keen in his throat.

"Heavens," he sighed, "this is incredible."

Geralt hummed, a pleased little sound. He ground the heel of his hand into the knots in the back of Jaskier's neck, drawing content little noises out of him.

Jaskier couldn't help but grin when he smelled the chamomile oil. He wanted to make a joke about the tables turning, but he could only manage a blissful moan when Geralt massaged the oil into his skin.

"You know, you do an awful lot of things for me," Jaskier pointed out. "You take care of me a lot."

"You take care of me as well."

"Yes, but it's different for you, isn't it?"

"What do you mean?"

"I've been thinking," Jaskier admitted. He let out another happy sigh as Geralt rubbed over his shoulder. "I had a lot of time to do that in the past fifteen years or so. You're not very talkative. Sometimes, when you're in the right mood, you talk a bit more. But even then, not as much as me."

Jaskier could hear the grin in Geralt's voice when he said "No one can talk as much as you."

Jaskier snorted. "Alright, maybe the comparison is a little unfair. But my point is, I've told you many times that I love you. You just never seemed to hear me. And I was wondering if it was because you didn't want to hear it, or because your way of telling me is much different."

Geralt's hands stilled. Jaskier turned back, glaring up into amber eyes.

"You're doing all of this for me, buying me things, feeding me, spoiling me, because you don't know how else to tell me."

He reached for Geralt's hand. He smiled when Geralt - even though a little tentatively - laced their fingers together.

"I'm sorry it took me so long to understand your language," Jaskier said softly, "but I get it now. I mean... I get it, right? Oh, gods, it would be very awkward if I misinterpreted this and..."

He didn't get to finish his rambling as Geralt pressed their lips together, his hand still holding Jaskier's. Jaskier felt like melting into the warm water as Geralt kissed him, a little too careful for Jaskier's taste, but so perfectly like no one else could.

"Are you happy?" Geralt asked as he pulled back. Jaskier definitely didn't just imagine the flush on his cheeks this time.

"Very," Jaskier grinned. He kissed the back of Geralt's hand, holding it against his cheek for a moment. "I love you."

Geralt leaned down to kiss him again, carding his fingers through Jaskier's damp hair. Very quietly, very gently, he said the same thing against Jaskier's lips.

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kakashissimp · 2 years

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Hi there, I have a request to make if that’s okay?

One where the reader gets injured badly and it’s going to leave a scar, so after Tsunade is finished healing her up the reader begins to avoid her crush and friend Kakashi, since she’s insecure about the new scar? Don’t mind me, just craving happy ended angst here

Thanks for the request! <3

Warning: Injuries, mentions of wounds and scars, insecurities, fluff

Scar | Kakashi x Reader | SFW

You winced against the burning sensation of Tsunade’s chakra as it manifested around your fresh wound, working to seal up the edges. Sweat coated your skin from the infection and shock that lingered throughout your entire body.

Crying out from the pain, you tried to pull away from it, but two nurses held your arms against the hospital bed. Concentration knitted her brows together all the while she worked.

“I know, y/n. Hang in there for me and it’ll all be over soon,” Tsunade murmured, hands tense while she hovered over your left side.

You had been healed plenty of times in the past, but not a wound so deep or large in size. One single mistake on your mission caused you that pain and suffering. One mistake almost cost you your whole life.

If it weren’t for your team, you could’ve died.

While the sweet kiss of death sounded much more appealing than the excruciating pain, you were thankful to be alive. You were able to live to see another day. To see him again.

Your heart lurched at the thought, and you grimaced from the pain.

There was a small break in your healing as Tsunade paused to catch her breath, and to evaluate her work. She inspected the large cut that ran from the middle of your chest all the way up to your jaw. You were lucky enough it just missed your vitals. Just barely.

Every breath was shallow, yet you pushed through it and looked at Tsunade, worry stitching your brows together. “How bad is it? Will it heal properly?”

“It’s hard to say,” she murmured, the exact opposite of what you wanted to hear.

Panic rose in your chest. “What does that mean?”

Tsunade shook her head. “You’re going to live, y/n, but you’ll likely have a nasty scar to show for it.”

“What?” Your voice was a broken, cracked thing. Tears stung your eyes, as if the pain alone wasn’t enough.

“Don’t worry, dear. You’ll be fine.”

All thoughts melted away from your mind at another wave of chakra concentrated straight into the wound, and your vision blurred from the pure shock of it all.

For better or for worse, you slipped out of consciousness with that one special person on your mind.

Weeks passed by the time you were fully healed after the incident, yet Kakashi scarcely heard a word from you. It was almost impossible for him to find you. You avoided him like the plague, much to his dismay.

Kakashi only wanted to check up on you—to know how you were doing after the traumatic event that almost claimed your life. You weren’t just any other shinobi to him. You were a dear friend. Someone to lean on.

Your cold shoulder only stung him more with each passing day. He was more confused than anything, often left wondering what he did to deserve only silence from you.

While walking through the village one day, he spotted you outside of a food stall, wearing a high-neck jacket despite the warm day. He approached you, but upon noticing him, you only pulled the collar higher and turned away from him without another look.

Kakashi didn’t know what to do with it. He didn’t know how to make things better. The distance made his heart ache with uncertainty and loss, for it nearly felt like you were taken away from him altogether.

No matter his advances or attempts to get near you, they all failed.

Little did Kakashi know, you were in love with him. Painfully and irrevocably so. He was your good friend second, and crush first. Yet, you dreaded the idea of him seeing your scar.

It was wicked in size and color, plainly huge to the naked eye. You couldn’t stand the thought of him finding you ugly or monstrous because of it, and you wouldn’t let him see it—not while you had control over that.

It hurt you to avoid him, yet your silence slowly killed him.

When he eventually had enough of your avoidance, Kakashi took matters into his own hands. He couldn’t let another day pass without getting to see you. To make sure you were truly alright.

After a long day of being restricted to paperwork only, you wandered back to your apartment, eager to relax on the couch and forget about it all. You wanted to be alone.

After turning the key and pushing your way inside, you locked the door behind you again and huffed a big breath. You kicked your shoes off and dropped your things.

The moment you turned around, however, a gasp lodged its way into your throat. You jumped at the sight of him, perched in your window, eyes locked on you.

“Kakashi! What are you doing?” You exclaimed, feeling a rush of so many different emotions.

Fortunately for you, you hadn’t taken your jacket off yet. The scar was still covered.

A part of you was relieved to see him. To know he didn’t give up on you despite your apathy. But the other parts were all kinds of upset, angry, and sorrowful. It was too much to deal with, yet there he was. Waiting. Anticipating.

Kakashi jumped down from the window smoothly, exposed eye never leaving yours. It was riddled with visible pain and confusion, to which your heart clenched.

“I’m sorry to corner you like this, y/n, but I never got to see you since it happened. You’ve been avoiding me. Turning away from me. Why?”

Kakashi’s voice dripped with vulnerability, and it only made your guilt resonate within your chest.

“I never meant to hurt you, Kakashi,” you murmured, crossing your arms and averting your eyes to save yourself from the pain.

“But you did anyway.”

It felt like a knife to the heart, but you knew he was right. Kakashi had a right to be upset, but you had your reasons. Your body was maimed. Altered forever, and you didn’t know how to deal with it.

“I know, I’m—”

“I thought you died, y/n!” Kakashi blurted, focus completely trained on you with every step he took. “When I heard how bad it was, I thought you weren’t going to make it. But I was so glad when you pulled through. I couldn’t wait to see you, to see you up and moving with my own eyes. But you gave me the cold shoulder. Why?!”

Tears welled in your eyes, still unable to look at him. You were keenly aware of how much closer he was. “Because I don’t look the same as I did before. I was afraid you would see and judge me, Kakashi.”

His movements stopped then, quietly bewildered by your fears. “You thought I would judge you? When have I ever been anything but accepting of you?”

“I know it’s fucking stupid of me, but it’s hideous.”

Kakashi scoffed. “I doubt that, y/n. Nothing could change my opinion of you.”

More tears gathered in your waterline, feeling like he wasn’t getting it. He wasn’t understanding the gravity of it for you. “It’s the biggest scar I’ve ever seen! Nobody will find this part of me appealing. Nobody!”

Kakashi’s eye searched your face, as if looking for any angle to level with you. “It doesn’t matter to me. A scar isn’t enough for me to turn my back on you.”

“But it matters to me!” You shouted back at him the moment you cracked, unable to hold back the raw, burning emotions. The tears spilled down your cheeks and your whole body tensed. “I’ll never be the same again!”

Quick to respond to your breakdown, Kakashi’s gaze softened, and his hands came up to gently hold your arms in place. Steadying you against the wave of tears.

“You’re not hearing me, y/n,” Kakashi began quietly, voice just above a whisper. “Nothing will stop me from feeling the way I do about you. No scar will ever change my mind of how incredible I think you are.”

Shock filled your system immediately, not believing Kakashi’s words at first. You shook your head, only for Kakashi to cup your cheeks in his hands. His stare was genuine and full of admiration.

“Whether you feel the same or not, I still mean it. You are the one person I trust the most in this world, and I will never let you think you’re anything less than perfect. I care too much to withstand your cold shoulder, y/n. Please don’t shut me out.”

A shiver ran down your spine from his emotion-filled confession, aware of how your skin burned beneath his touch. He was so close and teeming with determination. With love.

“I-I’m sorry, Kakashi,” you murmured to him, eyes wet and large with regret. “I wasn’t brave enough to face you. I didn’t know what you’d think of it.”

“Then show me,” Kakashi said in return, releasing your face to bring a hand up to his headband. He pulled the fabric up just enough to expose the large scar across his eye. The red sharingan glared back at you. “I have one of my own. I know what it’s like to be altered forever. You can’t scare me away with something we share in common now.”

Your heart immediately dropped at the realization. Of the implication that you thought all scars were ugly.

You never thought his was, though. It was a part of him you admired. It was a symbol of his perseverance. Of his strength and skill. The scar was a part of him, and you loved every inch of him.

“I never meant...I’m sorry, Kashi.”

“Don’t be, I know what you meant,” Kakashi murmured, never showing an ounce of offence taken.

With a shaky breath, you knew you needed to make it fair. You couldn’t hide it forever. You reached for the zipper of your jacket and went to undo it, but the hesitation got the better of you.

“Here, let me,” Kakashi hummed before taking the zipper in his hands and slowly gliding it down the track.

Humiliation washed over you in anticipation for what was to come, yet you stood painfully still and swallowed it back. Your eyes never left Kakashi’s face, even while he focused his own attention on your jacket.

The moment the zipper disconnected with a small click, the material loosened from around your body. The collar dropped away just enough for Kakashi to see the faintest beginning of the scar that peeked just below your jaw.

“Relax, y/n.”

The softness of Kakashi’s voice slowly chipped away at your defences, and you released a shallow breath. His fingers carefully moved beneath the material of your jacket, and he slowly inched it away from your shoulders, as if he was afraid of setting you off. Afraid of upsetting you further.

His movements were slow and deliberate, like he was barely there at all. His careful precision only made your heart ache more. The tears gathered once again.

Kakashi’s hands rested on your shoulders and moved down inch by inch until his fingers toyed with the hem of your black long sleeve usually worn beneath your flak jacket. Your eyes closed at last, unable to look at him.

“May I?”

His gentle voice lashed at the last of your walls and you crumbled. Nodding, you let him in at last. There was no turning back.

Those precise fingers grasped the shirt and slid the material upward little by little. The silence that lingered between you was almost deafening with Kakashi’s undying respect. It burned within your chest.

With your eyes still closed, the shirt was eventually pulled away from your arms and head, and tossed to the side.

The silence seemed to amplify then. The damage was done. Kakashi knew what it looked like then.

You half expected him to choke on his words and take back everything he said. To pull back from you and make his way back through the window to never speak with you again. To never even spare you a second glance.

But the moment you felt the softest of touches against your chest, right in the valley of your breasts, you completely broke.

Kakashi’s lips left their gentle mark where the scar began, and he placed his hands against your hips warmly. Slowly, he made his way up its crooked pattern through your skin, leaving those meaningful kisses in his wake.

Each time his nose brushed against your skin while he glided upward, you shivered. The tears streamed down your face, shaken by his acceptance. By his mission to prove you wrong.

When Kakashi reached the base of your neck, he whispered against your skin, “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met.”

His lips continued up the stretch of your neck, sure to let his touch linger each time. He wanted you to know exactly how he felt, no matter how he had to spell it out for you.

“Scar and all, that will never change.”

You fought against the sob that tried to rattle its way passed your mouth the moment he kissed the very end of your scar, just below your jaw.

While you had been mortified at the very thought of showing Kakashi, you never felt more loved before that moment. It was crystal clear then that he meant every word of it.

Kakashi accepted you for every scuff, mark, and imperfection. There was no need to hide any longer.

A chill moved down your spine at the sensation of Kakashi’s gentle breath against your lips, a mere inch away. His hold on your waist tightened, which brought your body closer to his own.

Instinctively, your eyes opened and his longing gaze was enough to make you melt. You never thought you would have a chance with him again. It was surreal, along with the way your heart felt lighter than air itself.

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, y/n. I never should’ve waited to tell you that,” Kakashi hummed against your lips, bringing his nose close enough to brush against your own. “If you’ll let me, I’ll worship every inch of you until my last breath.”

Not wanting to cry even more, you cut the space between your mouths and leaned into Kakashi’s strong chest.

A satisfied sound left his throat at the feeling and his arms wrapped around your waist affectionately. Kakashi pulled you impossibly close, not willing to let you go so soon.

As if pouring everything he truly felt for you into the kiss, Kakashi deepened the contact as selfishly as he could. He reveled in the feeling of your fingers crawling up the back of his neck and into his hair.

Your heart pounded, so full of love and belonging. Like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders, you soaked in the very thing you always wanted to try with your good friend and confidant.

At last, he was yours, and you were his.

“Thank you, Kakashi,” you whispered against his lips, fighting against the happy tears in your eyes.

Kakashi smiled against you, leaving several kisses between his smooth words.

“I’ll do anything for you. Never forget that, y/n.”

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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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Lace Stockings

TW: age-gap (TR is above 18). Smut. Language. Manipulative reader. Cheating (Ward on Rose). Daddy kink.

SUMMARY: Your boredom leads you to Ward's office, where you find a way to entertain yourself.

WORD COUNT: 1900

*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*

Lace Stockings

You watched the scene unfold a thousand times before. Sarah pacing the floor of her bedroom, fingers through her perfect flaxen hair as she argued with Topper for being too possessive. It happened in such repetition that you were well aware it was nowhere near its end. If anything, you would be subjected for the duration of the argument and then the aftermath he left behind. Not wishing to endure it, you gave the unheard excuse of needing a snack before seeking out refuge to your dirty little secret that happened to be working from home today…

"And you told them that we'll offer double?" Ward's voice aggrieved from the opposite side of his door left ajar. Your flawless manicure furthering the distance of the door from the frame as his eyes lifted to you.

"Can I come in?" You mouthed as he covered the bottom half of his cel with his hand.

"Is Sarah still here?" You nodded, sharing the disappointment in his expression as he motioned for you to shut the door.

"Fine, but behave yourself." He teased, eyes remaining on you as you moved throughout the office you could even describe to perfection while under any influence.

"Yes,I'm here…" He returned to his call as you traced the shelf beside his desk, acting as if you cared more for the literature than his focus on you. The way his eyes always captured you from across any room, public or private, was always a reason your heart raced at its unsteady pace. It made the comments from any you entrusted with your secret, never offering any name, to silent. All for knowing he took care of you. In every single way.

"And I'm telling you that you work for me…" He became tense, the sight twisting your stomach and testing your patience as you only wished for him to be at ease. It meant you were showered with his undivided attention, a rarity to be scarce. And yet, you were forced to brave that now.

You set yourself on the edge of his desk, crossing your legs to gain his attention to the stockings of your uniform and the garter belt you accessories with specially to his liking. His eyes catching you as you turned to face him. Once his attention zeroed in to you, narrowing as he analyzed the skin you revealed to him, you decided to act on behalf of your both.

You walked slowly towards him as he turned the chair to grant you access to his lap. A favorite location for you both as you were both submissive and dominant while set here. His hand weak at your back but fingers nearly eating into your upper thigh as it allowed you the availability of his neck that you traced to comfort him.

"Please daddy, I wanna play…" You whispered into his other ear. "I can be quiet…" But as your hand slipped across his rivaling thigh, he caught your hand.

"I have to get some work done…can't you play with yourself for a bit?" His words surprised you.

"You don't like it when I do…"

"Just until it will make you behave." You bit your bottom lip with excitement before sliding off of his no lap. From the second you raised from my him, his eyes narrowed into you. Every ounce of his focus was on your every motion as you lounged on the couch he'd taken you over that first time. A sacred piece of furniture for such "firsts".

First kiss. First time. First time in his knees for you as yours had been at his chair. First Time pleasing yourself. At least from what he knew…

"Hey…" He called to you once you closed your eyes.

"Don't come." He spoke with a mischievous grin as he reclined back in his chair.

"No. Not you." You answered into the phone. His fingers motioning your legs wider as you obliged. The small coffee table offered you leverage for support of your soles as you widened yourself for him.

"Faster." He mouthed, eyes widening along with his lips as he cocked his head to view you better. Your contorted expressions made him desperate to break the phone in his hand for an excuse to focus completely on you.

"Daddy…" You groaned, one hand playing with your nipple for additional sensation he always offered, as the other kept to your clit. But no amount of speed granting you the high he warned against. The one you would punish him for having before his very eyes, all for making you work for it yourself.

"Please…" You whimpered as he whistled to force your eyes open.

"Knees." He mouthed again as you bit your bottom lip excitedly. Knowing he craved your mouth in any capacity was as if you were standing at the precipice of danger. Exhilarating and tempting to know everything he offered, hey he guided you with the safety of it all.

His conversation continued as you found it to be background noise to the sounds that mattered. The echo of his metal buckle unlatched. The rush of fabric pulled low enough to reveal him to you.

"Slow." He warned as you nodded, kissing his tip as he would let your hair. Your hand stabilized his shaft to direct it into your mouth as his weight would have wreaked havoc on an already sore jaw from keeping yourself quiet. Your tongue savored his precum and carried it around the veins leading back to him before he was lubricated enough to begin.

He cleared his throat to hide the rush of pleasure you brought him. But you knew this well. The forced breath devised to keep your endeavors a secret. The last one having been within his bathroom as Rose stood on the other side of the door. Your knees eating into the floor of the shower, accepting the pain in knowing he made up for it once you pleased him.

"Good…" He spoke to you, allowing the word to also act as an answer to his call. The smirk you offered sent his hand to your already disheveled ponytail, the fallen trusses arranged in a harsh grip as he sat closer to the seat's edge.

"Make me come." He spoke while bent over you, allowing himself a moment to bask without needing to shield his rasped breaths before he pulled the phone back to his ear.

"Good girl." He offered behind clenched teeth. The faster you took him, the harder your suction clamped around him, and he was struggling to appear unaffected by you. You were his sanctuary just as you were his means of chaos, something acknowledged by you in the way you viewed him beneath tearful eyes of awe. A powerful man such as Ward coming undone for you without much more than a few motions and a pliable submission.

"Then fucking handle it-" He ended the call, his cock tightening and projecting down your throat as you swallowed quickly. A middle finger to your bottom lip brushing him away for no remnants as that finger hid behind your perfectly swollen lips.

"You've been such a good girl for me today…but it wasn't planned…We have rules for a reason, sweetheart…" His eyes flashed to the door.

"Anybody could hear you…"

"I was quiet for you daddy…"

"But we both know that only lasts so long until you have to scream for me…" He guided you back to your feet.

"If I make you come, will you be able to do it quietly?"

"Yes…" You answered too quickly for it to be the truth more than simple desperation.

"Don't lie to me…you've been good so far…I don't want to have to punish you today…"

"I'll try…please…I want to come…"

"If you make one sound, I'll stop, do you understand?" You nodded as he tapped the bare counter of his desk once pushing his computer to the side.

"Wide, sweetheart, so I can savor you like you deserve." He set either foot in accordance to the armrest of his chair before commiting to the space between your thighs. This was what made being with Ward worth everything. That devotion he had to please you. Whether it was his own ambition and want or that of a favor returned, he was convicted to the same degree.

Beginning slowly, he made it difficult to obey as your hand ran through his hair, pulling the strands with careful conviction before he kissed your inner thigh.

"Good girl…always listening so well…" He lapped up your excess for just a moment before his touch ascended to your stockings and unlatched them.

"You deserve to scream if you want to…" he bunched the stockings into a ball before pressing them to your lips.

"I know you can open wider than that, proved it not only five minutes ago." You blushed before obliging, allowing the material inside.

"Now you can be as loud as you want for me. I think we've both earned that…" He returned between your thighs, pulling you further to the ledge as you gasped.

"Don't insult me, sweetheart…" You rocked into him, his mouth favoring your clit before finally inserting a finger to your sex, silencing the pulsation he was well aware awaited this very touch. But a second finger would be the reason your toes curled into the arms of the chair.

"Daddy!" You cried behind the lace and satin material, dampening it with each curse as he made the perfect combination of pressure and speed between his mouth and fingers that had you willing to release to him once again. The number countless to the afternoons you'd found pleasure in this room. The rare occasion in which it had been his room. And the boldness of last Christmas.

"Come for me, sweetheart. Just like I did for you…be good for me…" You rode into his mouth, his fingers threatening to pull away just to hear you whine, before he offered that final bend that left you unhinged.

Your body manic against him as he continued on through your high, drinking you down just as you had for him. Even down to the way he brushed his lip. But as your eyes witnessed him, he pulled the stockings from your mouth and back into your legs. The wet sensation making you groan.

"Maybe next time you'll be able to stay quiet so I won't have to use these…So now, you're gonna wear them the rest of the day…" He rose from his chair and pressed his palms into the surface of the desk beside your hips.

"And I want you to come on them tonight and bring them back to me in the morning. More soaked than they are now…" You swallowed hard. Never favoring school, but adoring his homework assignments for you.

"Yes, daddy."

"Good girl. Now I have a chance to finish my phone call without any distractions." He kissed your lips softly, a seal to another fruitful encounter as you left his office without anyone being aware of just how often this happened. And how you intended for it to continue this way…

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