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quizzicalwriter · 6 months

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i literally understand if u don’t do this request but dally coming home in a rly bad mood to femreader n being rough like spanking choking 🤧

Mercy

Pairing: Dallas Winston x Fem!Reader

Summary: Believe it or not Dallas had his fair share of patience, but you’d managed to wear it thin - imagine that.

Warnings: Smut. MDNI. Choking, hair-pulling, fingering, blowjobs, overall rough sexual themes.

A/N: Thank you for the request and the kind words! And I absolutely write things like this, so don’t worry!

Word Count: 3.4k

You weren’t normally possessive over Dallas. Alright, that was a lie. Usually, you weren’t overly possessive, but some women made it difficult. You could be at a house party, out with the guys, it wouldn’t matter if his arm was around your waist - some woman would inevitably ogle at him and you’d have to drape yourself over him like some makeshift blanket to get them to look away.

Dallas always shot them down, something that made you feel secure whenever you saw it. Most of the time he was too busy with whatever had caught his attention to give anyone the time of day, unless it happened to be you or the guys. He never faulted you for your possessive nature, he was the same damn way - only the last time a guy had flirted with you in front of him it’d nearly resulted in a fistfight.

You’d been hoping that tonight would be normal, a fun night with the guys in Buck’s shooting the shit and getting tipsy on whatever was available. For the most part, it was, you’d had enough to drink to feel slightly tipsy, and you’d somehow beaten Two-Bit in a round of pool. But as always, people flooded through the front door. With the crowd came a few women, most of whom had come with a man and stuck clear to their side throughout the night.

One, however, did not. She was pretty, pretty enough for two of the guys to notice her and give her a cunning smile, whistling obscenities that would’ve made anyone unused to their behavior blanch in embarrassment. She simply waved them off, eyes flickering over to Dallas for a moment as she bit at her bottom lip. In his defense, Dallas had been completely focused on keeping score for the current game, seeing as how he had nearly twenty dollars bet on Johnny to win.

You’d seen it, and that was enough in your mind. As soon as her eyes flitted over to you, you gave her a feigned smile, hand immediately moving over the front of Dallas’s jeans where you grabbed him through the denim. His legs jerked closed, eyebrows furrowing in both frustration and irritation as he looked over to you for having scared the shit out of him. The woman looked away, a faint blush painting itself over her features, so you considered yourself victorious.

“The hell you grabbin’ my dick for?” He asked, tone full of disbelief, but soon slipping into soft laughter as he followed your gaze to the woman who now faced the bar. “Jealous? Really?”

You had no defense of your actions, but seeing as how you hadn’t pissed him off you gave him a shrug in response. Your nonchalance on the subject made him roll his eyes, soon returning his attention to the game, although he kept his hand fixed on your upper thigh as he kept score. You’d scooted closer to him on the couch, draping one of your legs over his as you switched your attention between the crowd and the game, soon forgetting all about the woman as the rambunctious nature of the guys picked up once more.

Somehow Dallas’d won nearly thirty bucks off of Johnny, finding himself seriously proud of the kid as he continuously beat everyone around him at pool - even you found yourself amazed, although you found yourself more preoccupied with your current sitting position on Dallas's lap and how his hands held you steady.

After Dallas had collected his winnings he returned his attention to you, circling his arm around your middle as the guys dispersed into the crowd or over to the bar. During the games Dallas’d jerked on the couch, or slipped his hand higher along your thigh whenever it grew tense - so it was safe to say you were painfully horny.

“Can’t believe he won so many times.” He laughed out, snapping you out of your daze. You huffed out a laugh, nodding at his words even though you hadn’t a clue what the man was on about, something he caught onto quickly. “Tunin’ me out?”

“No.” You responded, tone a bit more snippy than you’d meant for. He furrowed his brow, leaning back against the couch with a cocky grin as he patted at your thigh, pulling your attention back to him with a hushed, “You have an attitude.”

“Maybe I wouldn’t have an attitude if you’d do something about it.” You’d huffed out, eyes rolling with your words as you shifted on his lap. Not the smartest thing you’d ever said, but you blamed it on the two drinks you’d had earlier in the night even though they no longer had any bearing on your judgment, but you had to have an excuse, right?

“Excuse me?” Dallas asked through a laugh, hand moving up to cup your chin as he tilted your head back to meet his gaze. “Want to say that again?”

You shook your head, swallowing thickly as your thighs clenched together, all too aroused at the sudden rough nature of Dallas’s actions. He clicked his tongue against his teeth, eyes flitting to where the guys stood against the bar. Within a second he had you up on your feet, hand grasping your waist tightly as he led you to the stairs.

You’d opened your mouth to defend your actions, worried you’d pissed him off, but before you could utter a single word Dallas’d pulled you into his bedroom.

“No.” He grumbled, narrowing his eyes in frustration as he motioned to the floor. “Get on your knees, doll.”

The cold wooden boards bit at your knees through the frayed denim, making you wince inwardly as you settled yourself onto your knees. Despite the pain, you couldn’t help the sheer arousal coursing through your body at the way Dallas was treating you, causing your thighs to clench together as you fumbled with your hands in your lap.

“Expect me to do all the work?” He laughed out, shaking his head as he began unfastening his belt. You quickly moved, pushing his hands away as you undid his belt, tossing the leather to the floor before unbuttoning his jeans. You could feel him straining against the denim, cock twitching with each brush of your hand against the front of his pants.

As you freed his cock from the confines of his boxers he cupped your jaw, eyes softer than they had been previously as his thumb brushed against your lower lip with a whispered, “You want this?”

You nodded, a soft smile upon your lips as you rested your cheek against his touch. He returned your smile, giving your cheek a quick pat before threading his fingers through your hair, giving the strands a gentle tug as his other hand grasped his cock, pressing the tip to your lips. Your eyes fixed on his as you pressed a kiss to his tip, shifting your legs ever so slightly as you took him into your mouth.

The taste of his pre-cum coated your tongue, causing your cunt to ache as you leaned forward on your knees, taking him farther into your mouth as your eyes stayed trained on him. His grip on your hair never faltered, even as his eyelids fluttered at the feeling of your tongue circling his tip. He wanted to see his cock buried in your throat, to see you choke on him.

“Crazy how all that attitude goes away when you’ve got my cock down your throat.” He remarked, tutting afterward as he slowly inched his hips forward, a soft groan emanating from his chest as you struggled to take him deeper. “This what you needed, doll?”

All you could do was blink, eyes watering as your gag reflex instinctively kicked in. He didn’t waver, instead tightening his hold on your hair until your hand tapped against his thigh. As soon as he felt your tap against his thigh he pulled away, a string of your saliva connecting you to his cock as you caught your breath. Ragged breaths filled your lungs as you nodded, letting out a quiet, “Yes.”

He smiled down at you, a proud look on his face as you opened your mouth. He guided himself back to your mouth, slapping his tip against your tongue before pushing forward. You hummed around him, hands held behind yourself as spit dribbled onto your chest. He gave you time to adjust, free hand raising to cup your jaw as he pushed his hips forward.

You choked back your cough as you took him down your throat, tongue laving the underside of his cock before moving to bob your head. He met your movements with eager thrusts of his hips, groans falling past his lips as his pace picked up, all sense of kindness falling away at the feeling of you choking around his cock.

His hold on your hair tightened, using it to control your movements as he continued fucking your mouth, watching in lust-stricken awe as your eyes watered, yet remained focused on him. He could feel his orgasm building, cock twitching against the soft warmth of your tongue as you hollowed your cheeks around him.

“Fuck, fuck-“ He hissed, abruptly pulling out as he squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself not to cum as he listened to the sounds of you desperately catching your breath. With a deep intake of air, he nodded toward the bed, voice rough as he spoke. “C’mon, get on the bed.”

You didn’t have to be told twice, scurrying to your feet as your hand absentmindedly wiped at your mouth and chest. As you moved onto the bed you stripped yourself of your shirt, wiping your throat free of spit and pre-cum before tossing it to the floor. You watched with bated breath as Dallas approached you, cock twitching against his stomach as he turned you over onto your stomach, a groan sounding from within his chest as you immediately arched your back.

He grabbed a pillow from behind you, placing it underneath your hips before moving to remove your jeans and underwear, trailing his fingers along the folds of your cunt once he’d removed both articles of clothing. You pushed back into his touch, cheek pressed to the chilled mattress, craving his warmth. He pushed two of his fingers into you, watching with a smile as you rocked back on his fingers, whining his name into the duvet.

“Look so pretty taking my fingers.” He murmured, tone akin to a condescending coo as he pulled his fingers free, leaving you clenching around nothing. You felt his hands against your hips, pulling you back against him. He swiped his tip along your folds, warm laughter resonating from within his chest at the sheer amount of wetness that covered your cunt, giving you no less than a second to prepare yourself before he bottomed out within you.

The pace was brutal from the start, each thrust pulling a desperate moan from your lungs as you felt your cunt desperately trying to accommodate his size. His hands smoothed up to your waist, fingers still wet with your cum as he pulled you back to meet his thrusts. He was big, big enough that you were sure you could feel him in your stomach. With a whimper you reached underneath yourself, pressing your hand against your lower stomach, where sure enough you felt him - each roll of his hips pushing his cock deeper into your waiting cunt.

The added pressure pulled a grunt from him, his head falling back as he took in a shaken breath. He’d thought you were touching yourself for a moment until he noticed how still your hand was. Curiosity got the better of him, causing him to place his hand over yours, feeling himself against his fingers. The feeling almost made him cum right then and there, making him still his hips as he took in another ragged breath.

“You like feeling my cock buried inside of you?” He asked, tone taunting as he jerked his hips forward again, the movement pulling a whimper from you as you nodded. “Made for it, huh? Made to take my cock.”

You could only whine as you nodded, eyes filling with tears at the feeling of his cock brushing against that spot within you that made your thighs shake beneath you. You were utterly fucked out, something that Dallas found hotter than he ever thought possible. As if sensing how mindless you’d become from the feeling of him fucking you, he grabbed at your hips, picking up his pace in a manner that left you breathless.

You were left sobbing into the bedsheets, hands clutching for some reprieve you’d never find as he bullied his cock into you from behind. The pace was brutal, the feeling of his hands on your hips even more so, and yet you could feel your cunt squeezing around him, pulling him deeper within you with each thrust of his hips.

“Cryin’?” He asked, already having known the answer from your sniffled back whines and the way you wiped at your face with the motor skills of an inebriated person. He clicked his tongue against his teeth, bringing his hand down in a harsh slap against the plush skin of your ass as he continued. “Yet you’re squeezin’ me like you’d die without my cock in you.”

The degradation only made you whine more, eyebrows furrowing together as you pushed your hips back against him, meeting his harsh thrusts with sheer desperation you hadn’t known existed until then. He laughed in response, a deep and toying laugh you’d only heard him make a few times throughout your relationship. His hand smoothed up your back, abruptly pushing down against the middle, forcing your chest to be level with the mattress as he kept your hips up to meet his thrusts.

The angle forced the air from your lungs, tightening your cunt around his cock. You could hear him biting back groans, his hands grasping at the soft skin of your hips as he pulled you back to meet his thrusts. You could feel your cum dripping down your inner thighs, each push inward of his cock only forcing more out. All you needed was a bit of friction against your clit and you’d cum, so you snuck your hand between your thighs.

Dallas had picked up on the subtle movement, hand immediately snatching yours by the wrist to pin it against your lower back. You cried out in frustration, but you weren’t frustrated enough to move away from his cock. He let out a condescending “awe,” jerking his hips forward in a manner that all but bruised your cervix.

“Think you can cum after bein’ a brat?” He grunted out, laughter fueled by disbelief falling from his lips as he continued fucking you. You nodded, pleasure-fueled tears falling past your eyes as you struggled against his hold, needing to touch yourself so badly that it hurt. “Gotta earn it, doll.”

You didn’t argue, knowing any form of rebuttal would only garner further frustration on your part. You pushed your hips back, pressing your face against your forearm as you whined against your damp flesh, the slick sound of you fucking yourself back into his cock echoing throughout the room, paired with his self-satisfied laughter as he grabbed onto your hip with his free hand.

The pleasure was nearly blinding, just enough to have you careening on the edge as his tip brushed against your g-spot with each perfect roll of his hips. He wasn’t mean enough to make you do all of the work, but he was mean enough to watch you whimper into your arm with a smile on his face as you struggled to keep up with his pace.

You reached down between your legs, fingers splaying against the underside of his cock each time he’d pull out, earning you a cut-off groan as his hand released your wrist in favor of holding onto the curvature of your waist. You could feel each vein beneath the pads of your fingers, slick with your fluids.

“C’mon, doll.” He grunted out, voice hoarse from self-restraint. “Touch yourself, cum with me.”

You nodded against the bedspread, tears partially blinding you as you moved your hand to your clit, swirling your fingers around the slick and hardened bud as he fucked himself into you. You didn’t need much friction to build your orgasm, having already teetered on the edge for the better part of twenty minutes. As soon as your fingers circled your clit you were left sobbing into the mattress, cunt spasming around his length as he thrusted into you, his hands tightened their hold as he grunted out words of praise that were lost on your pleasure-ridden mind.

You’d hardly had a moment to catch your breath before he bent over your slumped form, looping his forearm around your neck before leaning back up, all but impaling you on his cock as he resumed his brutal pace. You let your head fall back against his shoulder, babbled out whines falling from your lips as you held onto his forearm, letting him use you.

The closer he got to his orgasm the tighter his hold got, his lips pressed against your temple as he grunted out words, each praise and degradation going straight to your still oversensitive cunt. You could feel your heartbeat in your throat, air becoming harder to take in as his hold around your throat tightened.

“So fucking tight, doll.” He grunted, a low groan of your name following as his hips jerked forward, warmth following the thrust as he painted your cunt white with his cum. You whimpered at the feeling, noise in tandem with another moan on his part as he wrapped an arm around your middle, letting the one around your throat fall to his side. You sagged against him, taking in a ragged breath as his cock twitched within you.

“Hey-“ He started, lifting his hand to tilt your jaw back, meeting your bleary gaze with nothing but care in his. “You alright?”

You nodded, wetting your lips as you continued to slow your breathing, heart still pumping wildly within your chest. He gave you a short nod, pressing a kiss to your temple as his hand smoothed over your stomach, still buried to the hilt inside of your cunt.

He shifted behind you then, a quiet curse falling from his lips as he pulled out of you. You let yourself slump forward against the mattress, bottom half a complete mess of cum and sweat, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care with the sheer amount of post-coital ecstasy flowing through your veins. You hadn’t even noticed that he’d gotten off his bed until he returned with a towel, delicately wiping between your thighs before wiping himself off, tossing the dirtied fabric to a far corner of the room before moving back onto the bed beside you.

“C’mon, doll.” He whispered, the tone so gentle your muddled mind could hardly perceive it until his arms wrapped around your middle, pulling your back flush to his chest as he helped you to get comfortable. “Did so good, real proud of you.”

You could only hum in response, shifting your hips as he pulled the covers over the both of you. Thankfully you’d somehow pushed the plush duvet off the mattress during the whole ordeal, leaving you both with a thin white sheet that felt more cool than anything, a genuine blessing against your still-hot skin.

“Did I fuck you quiet?” Dallas asked through a laugh, words immediately snapping you awake as you turned halfway to give him a half-hearted frown. He returned the look, clearly mocking you before leaning up to press a kiss to your forehead. “Messin’ with you, doll. I don’t think anything could make you shut up.”

“Dallas!” You laughed out in disbelief, swatting at his forearm as he chuckled behind you, absolutely pleased with himself for his joke. “Not funny!”

He relented, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck as you settled back down in his arms. You’d let your eyes flutter shut, content with the feeling of him holding you so securely to his chest, his soft breaths lulling you to sleep, only to feel him stifle a laugh.

“It is funny.”

A/N: This one is LONG. But I hope you guys like it! I honestly don’t mind writing rough stuff, I’ve read and written enough of it in the past that I might as well write it for Dallas hehehe. As always, thank you for the love you guys have shown my work! Any requests feel free to ask them and I promise I will get to them! You can find all my works over on my AO3 account, “Unscriptural.”

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sam24 · 4 months

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Officially Confused

Summary: Tony thought you and Steve were enemies. Apparently not.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader

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Tony sighed as he took yet another sip of the tea Bruce had given him.

“It’ll help Tony, I promise. Just try it.”

Bullshit, Tony snorted. No matter how many cups he drank of Bruce’s alleged ‘calming’ tea, it wasn’t working.

His sleep-deprivation, bags under his eyes, major headache, and lots of meetings and press conferences needed to be attended to didn’t immediately disappear like he was secretly hoping.

And on top of that were you and Steve.

You two were a major pain in the ass for Tony, arguing all the time, during missions and meetings.

Even though he loved drama, the constant bickering had gotten a little out of hand.

Steve’s loyalty didn’t sit well with you, and your sarcasm didn’t sit well with him.

And Tony was stuck in the middle.

The first time you two had met was when he came out of the ice and Fury introduced him to you as his best agent.

The whole enemies thing didn’t actually start until you two went off on your first mission together a little bit after Bucky’s ‘rescue’ (Tony honestly didn’t know what to call it). Suddenly, you two were throwing passive-aggressive insults at each other like there was no tomorrow. After a while, the passive went away and they were just full on aggressive comments.

At first, Tony thought it was hilarious. Until he realized it was just annoying.

Individually, Tony actually really liked you, and he tolerated Steve. But together? Tony absolutely dreaded being in a room with you two in it, because nothing good could happen from that.

You both could somehow find the littlest things to argue about, and they would turn into full fledged debates in a span of 2 minutes. Usually you won, but that’s probably because Tony always waited until you had the last say to break it up.

But then something happened.

After your mission together in Craiova (even though Tony strongly vetoed the idea of you and Steve going together) something changed.

You stopped rolling your eyes the minute he opened his mouth, and he stopped leaning over to whisper something you probably wouldn’t like in Bucky’s ear whenever Fury mentioned you during Avengers meetings.

Tony once even thought he caught Steve looking at you during an Avengers Movie Night that Clint dragged you to, and not in the ‘what the hell is she doing here’ way.

Tony was needless to say shocked, but he didn’t have the time to enjoy it while it lasted because he was busy worrying that you would pull a ‘sike, you thought’ (at least that’s what Peter always would say) on him and you both would go back to making Tony go crazy.

That was the moment when you decided to walk in, taking a handful of m&ms from Clint’s ‘secret’ jar.

You raised your eyebrow at the empty tea packets decorating the kitchen counter.

“You might wanna throw those away before Steve calls the cops on you for littering.” You joked.

Tony hummed as he finished the cup with a long sip.

“Don’t blame me, it was all Doctor Bruce’s doings.”

You chuckled, not bothering to question it as you shoved another handful of stolen candy into your mouth.

“Well then please carry on. It would be hilarious to have ‘Death by Green Tea’ written on your grave.” You called over your shoulder as you left.

“Yeah, so funny.” Tony muttered before getting up to make another cup of tea.

He didn’t know if it was because he was tired, half dead inside, stressed out, or just high on tea, but he didn’t realize until 20 minutes later that the oversized hoodie you were wearing was actually Steve’s.

One hour later, Tony was fanned out on the couch, officially confused.

There was no doubt the hoodie was Steve’s, considering the fact he wore it all the time (and that it was an abnormal size).

Certainly you didn’t steal it from him. Steve would’ve guarded it with his life. But even if you did manage to, he would’ve hunted it down in 0.001 seconds.

Were you guys together?

No way, Tony thought. The only logical explanation is that she bought a ginormous hoodie because she was cold, and it looks exactly like his because they have similar style.

But even Tony knew that was stupid.

And in that moment, Steve strolled into the common room (what are we in, Hogwarts?), looking oddly happy.

“Oh, hey there Tone.” Steve pulled out a salad from the fridge. “You okay?”

Tony’s eyes narrowed.

He was supposed to be okay. The two people who hated each other like just last week were exchanging hoodies, so that was good for him, right? No more arguing?

Wrong.

Tony wasn’t worried anymore. He was suspicious. (Or, ‘sus’, as Peter would say.)

He decided to put Steve to the test.

“I’m fine, just tired.”

Tony continued talking about all the work he had to do as he watched Steve clearly zone out.

Step one: See if Her Name Gets His Attention.

Tony said your name, and Steve looked up so fast Tony thought his neck would snap.

“ -made me some tea though, and that really helped.” Tony carefully watched Steve’s face as he lied with no remorse.

“That’s good.” Steve was a master at the poker face, but Tony could tell it was coming down.

Step two: Watch His Reaction to Her Praise.

“I don’t know what I’d do without her.”

Tony was expecting jealousy to step two, but he got something even better.

“Yeah, she’s pretty cool.” Steve looked down.

Tony could’ve sworn Steve was blushing.

No, he did swear. That little bastard was indeed blushing.

At this point, the rest of the steps were useless.

Steve was making it incredibly obvious.

You know that proud husband look Tony had whenever Pepper did something great that made him wanna shout ‘THAT’S MY WIFE, BITCHES’?

Yeah, that’s exactly the look Steve had on.

Steve then had a very visible realization that he was smiling like a fool and staring into space, his salad forgotten.

Steve cleared his throat and devoured the remaining of the salad as quickly as he could and practically ran out.

Tony smirked and got up from the couch - but not to make another cup of tea.

His job here was done.

Now, all he needed to do was tell the whole compound.

#marvel fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #crack fic #secret relationship

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luvyunjinxo · 9 months

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my boss || g1p!kcw x fem!reader ★

smut just for her birthday, love you kim chaewon <3. (please im still stuck in july I'm not in august yet 💀) & not proofread.

I have a job interview, you thought to yourself while getting dressed. you sprayed your strawberry shortcake perfume on and you smelled like a goddess, you were ready. As soon as you walked through the halls of the company it felt like a breath of fresh air really. you made your way to none other than the CEO's room, Kim Chaewon. you were put into some sort of line? It was basically a line of people who applied too. you were nervous, you could hear throughout the room "NEXT, you weren't good enough" and sobs of people crying.

She was tough and you knew it. you had to show her the best you could be. You were next in line, and you were nervous as hell, sweat beads dripping down your neck every two seconds, but made sure to wipe it.

"Next, Y/n?" Her assistant asked

"Yes ma'am."

"So, what do you usually do for a living?" Her assistant asked all the questions while chaewon was eyeing you from the middle of the room observing your every move.

"Schedule her for the next round, she is now apart of our team. Get her to the training room now." Chaewon suddenly spoke, leaving you frozen in your spot. you didn't even know why she accepted you so fast, only one question was asked..

You were escorted to chaewon's main office, which I guess was the training room? all the current employees were giving you weird looks and saying "fighting!" to you as you walked by, treating you as if you were special. was going to her room something big? you kept wondering, but shook it off once you got to her room.

"Ms. Kim will be here in a few minutes please wait patiently. You may watch on the TV for now, just be comfortable." You gave her a smile smile and nod as she walked off into the distance. now sitting on her couch, you decided to watch your favorite k-dramas. A few minutes my ass, she took a whole hour so you decided to get comfy.

Suddenly chaewon barges in without knocking, making her way to sit at her desk and you fix yourself immediately and bowed at her. "No need to greet me, just come towards me." She signaled to come her way with her index finger, as you went closer you could smell her aroma. it was sweet like a dessert, you wanted to smell more.

"You're now hired as my assistant, I see potential in you and don't fuck it up. I fired my last one just for you, I'm telling you don't mess up."

you were now working for chaewon and it has been a month. she has gotten more strict with you but also friendly in a way. she would ask you on dates professionally as business, but nothing else.

anyways, you got called up to her office like you always did but it was something different. chaewon was on her desk chair, no top on and only in her bra, typing on her computer innocently.

"s-should I come back later?"

"no, stay. I have a task for you do you think you can handle it?"

"yes ma'am."

"I need you y/n." that sentence hit your ears and echoed throughout it too. you couldn't believe her words.

"what d-do you mean by needing me ms?"

"don't act dumb. get on the desk now, and do as you're told."

you walked over to her desk as she cleared everything off of it shoving all her papers on the floor, as you hopped onto her desk making sure not to put all your weight on it. her lips connected with yours fighting for dominance leaving a moan every now and then, but you gave out quickly leaving you out of breath. you continued to have a heated make out session as she started unbuttoning your top revealing your embarrassing matching lace set.

her lips disconnected with yours leaving a string of saliva attached to your mouths, leaving her more aroused. she started to give you sloppy kisses down to your neck trailing down to your mounds as she started using her tongue to flick and play with your buds leaving you sensitive. "m-ms kim .." you managed to breathe out. "it's mommy for you princess."

she started to unzip your plaid skirt and undressed you fully, you were butt-naked by the time everything was off. she lead you to her couch as she sat down and started to undress herself as well and you started to go down on your knees.

"suck." she demanded while she pulled her cock out, it wasn't too big nor small, it was just right. you started sucking on her tip as you made your way lower, & she pushed your head more down causing you to gag on her, which caused her to chuckle seeing how pathetic you are. she demanded you to stop as she put you on all fours on the couch and rubbed her cock against your ass. ugh, you couldn't take it anymore.

"Please, I can't take the teasing a-anymore." you whined out but she never listened and just started to toy with your clit and nothing else.

"beg for it." you hated begging so much it hurt your pride. but it was your boss you couldn't resist.

"Gosh, I need it! I cant handle it anymore it's too much teasing!" you screamed out. she inserted it fast, not letting you have time to adjust and started to pound into you like a puppy in the heat. you were drooling at that point. she put on of your legs over the couch so she could get a wider access of you.

"I can't- please- let me c-cum .." she thrusted into you harder as she finished before you and came into you, causing you panic at first but she let you finish so you didn't care. that was the best sex you've had.

"you did so good for me baby, but I'm not even done yet. I think you should come over and we could finish this. such a good girl you are for me hm?" she said while lifting your chin up and making you open your mouth. she spit into your mouth making you swallow like the good pathetic assistant you are<3.

"let's go now shall we? we have the whole night ahead of us, its gonna be long."

#kpop smut #le sserafim #le sserafim smut #fem reader #le sserafim hard hours #wlw smut #lesbian #smut #kim chaewon x reader #kim chaewon smut #chaewon smut #chaewon imagine #chaewon imagines #kim chaewon #le sserafim chaewon #le sserafim chaewon smut #chaewon le sserafim smut #happy birthday chaewon

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all-alone-he-turns-to-stone · 10 months

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10 Seconds to Remember

Soldier Boy Masterlist

Summary: When Payback gave him to the Russian like he was only a lab rat to be tortured and tested on, it wasn’t the worst they did. They also killed the love of his life right in front of his eyes. Now that he’s back, Soldier Boy is more than ready for revenge. Everything goes according to plan until he meets you again.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x GN!Reader

Word Count: 4137

Warning: lots of angst, slight graphic violence, feels, memory loss

Rating: everyone

A/n: So it’s been a while, i’ve been so busy!! With Comiccon coming and my panel to write and plan, and work being hell... Anyway, this was requested by an anon, I don’t know if they are still around cause it’s been more than a year, but here you go!

It’d been a couple of weeks since he was freed, but it still felt like he was there.

Only weeks since he was freed from his personal hell, left Russia and joined The Boys.

And they had a deal. He would kill Homelander for them if they helped him find his old team that betrayed him. They put him there in the first place, they gave him to the Russians like some sort of rat they could experience on. But that wasn’t the worst Payback did.

He could still hear them. The screams. They were haunting his nights, they haunted him when he was frozen for so many years in that box, and now that he was awake… It was even worse.

He couldn’t even remember who those screams belonged to. He remembered the pain he felt when he saw it happen. He remembered the red filling his sight when the hands destroyed the only person he ever loved. He remembered the bones breaking like fragile branches.

He remembered now. The screams were his as he was forced to watch you be tortured.

You couldn’t possibly speak when it happened, not with all the blood flowing through your mouth as Black Noir hit you in the guts. You couldn’t even make a sound when Crimson Countess broke your bones one by one. All you could do was look at him and hope he wouldn't get the same faith.

It was with the last remaining forces that you did it. As life slowly got ripped apart from you, your lips parted and formed silent words.

Close your eyes, count to ten.

That was before he was sent to Russia. His team killed you before they attacked him and placed a mask over his mouth that sent him into a deep sleep. He always thought it was to anger him that they killed you first. Because even he, Soldier Boy, was unable to think correctly under a strong wave of rage. And it worked.

Turned out, seeing the love of his life getting brutally killed in front of him was traumatizing enough to leave a mark.

Weeks had gone by and so far, Soldier Boy had managed to get revenge on the Countess and the TNT Twins. He thought it would relieve some of his pain, to kill those who took away his love and betrayed him. But the more he slaughtered and let himself go to his rage, the more anger was added inside of him. Like a boiling tornado, it kept expanding inside of his chest, burning painfully. And when it exploded…

It destroyed everything around him.

Finding Mindstorm was harder and longer than planned, so of course, Soldier Boy was getting frustrated. It was not going like he wanted. There was no time to lose there, he thought Butcher and the other nerd could help him for fuck sake. Stuck in too much anger, he decided it was enough and left the house he was supposed to stay in to wander into the city.

There were not many clothes he could wear out without attracting attention, so he had to borrow some from the bearded guy. Even then, everything ran small, so he was left with only one choice… It wasn’t too bad, but still, Soldier Boy cringed more than once at the Hawaiian shirt he had to wear as he walked through the quiet roads of the city. He was still complaining about it when he suddenly stopped dead in tracks.

Stuck in the middle of the road, he stayed motionless. Some people complained he was blocking the path, but he didn’t move. Something here… seemed familiar. A scent, a feeling, the sight of something from the corner of his eyes…

Soldier Boy blinked. Once, twice, then closed his eyes and pressed his fingers on his lids hard enough to see colors appearing. He counted to 10 and breathed slowly. And when he opened them, it was like he was back in time.

People were walking around him, all wearing more formal clothes. Old, beautiful cars were parked on either side of the road. And to his right, a shop. There was a big bay window up front so he could easily see inside. It was filled with even older things, books, mostly. And in the middle of all that history and paper, there was you.

Soldier Boy blinked again, getting back to the present. Impatient people were complaining to him. Ugly cars took all the place on the damaged road. It wasn’t the same anymore, not after all the years he lost. Time had ruined everything, ate the vegetation, destroyed life itself. But when he turned his head to look at where you used to work…

His breath caught in his throat. It had to be a dream. Soldier Boy turned his body completely towards the shop, and without him controlling his limbs, walked inside. The bell chimed when he opened the door, announcing a new customer.

And with the brightest smile, the person behind the counter welcomed him.

“Hello! Welcome. Please, take a look around. I’m here if you have any questions!”

If he wasn’t so steady and strong, Ben would have fallen to his knees. He could feel his legs shaking as he walked closer to the counter where you were.

It was like time had no reach to the shop. It was the same as what he remembered. The outside was ruined by time and human choices, but the inside…

It felt warm. Cozy. Comfortable. The smell of old paper reigned there, it was almost overwhelming, but he knew it didn’t bother you. There were so many books on the shelves, piled on the tables and stacked in boxes that it was impossible to count them all. Behind the glass at the entrance, old newspaper, comic books, furniture and typewriters. Even the cash register was old school.

And then, there was you.

“Y/n…?”

If he had doubts this was real, Soldier Boy had the confirmation when you turned your head to the sound of your name. And when he saw what you were wearing around your neck, the last doubt left his mind.

“Yes? How do you know my name?”

Pain.

Simply.

His visions got blurred, his head spinning.

Hope pressed down heavily in his guts when you said those words. Gravity pushed down on his whole body, he felt crushed under it, like every single one of his bones were breaking, unable to support him anymore.

And inside of him, his heart was shattering in a thousand pieces.

You clearly didn’t remember him… If it was really you.

He had so many questions, so many thoughts running through his head. Doubts. He wanted to scream at you to tell the truth. What was going on? What happened? How was this possible?

Was it really you?

But nothing.

His mouth opened, but only silence could be heard. It was the first time Soldier Boy felt inevitably weak. He felt desperately human. Ben felt powerless.

“Can I help you?” You worried, walking around the counter to stop right next to him. Green eyes followed your movements to finally dive into your gaze. God, he always loved your eyes. They were so pretty and filled with raw emotions, you could never hide how you were truly feeling. And right now, your brows slightly raised as you kept staring at him told him how worried and anxious you were. But it was when you gently placed your hand on his shoulder that he truly broke.

“You don’t remember me?” He asked and hated how his voice shook with every word he uttered.

Worry turned into confusion in your eyes. “Sorry… I get a lot of customers, even though recently I have quite a really good memory.” You shrugged and smiled. The way your lips curled up, trying to cheer him up, comfort him, it sent another painful memory in Ben’s guts. “I don’t think I saw you before. What’s your name?”

Ben slowly took a step back, even if all he wanted was to get impossibly closer to you. Take you in his arms and squeeze you until you remember him. It had to be you. There was no doubt in his mind. At first, he thought that maybe you were one of Y/n’s grandchildren and just happened to look exactly like the one he lost. But there were too many similarities. How you styled your hair was the same. The way you spoke. The little moles were even at the same spots. And your eyes. They couldn’t lie. You were an open book.

And there was the pendant around your neck.

“Ben,” he said simply. If he thought hearing his name would bring back some sense into you, another sharp pain pierced his chest when you only nodded and politely smiled. “It’s Ben, don’t you remember? Ben, Soldier Boy!”

It had to happen one way or another. There were simply too many emotions running through him, it was bound to spiral out of control. Pain caused sadness and in sadness, Soldier Boy always turned to anger. That was the reason he avoided anything that could remind him of you. So of course, when no matter what he did, you still couldn’t remember him, he turned to anger.

This was all a set up. And he was out of patience.

Two steps and he was right in front of you, both his hands on your shoulders. His voice raised when he spoke the next words, shaking you under his strong hold. Asking questions one after the other that would make everyone looking at the scene think he was losing his mind.

It took only one sound from you to stop him. As quickly as anger exploded inside of him, the fire died. The smallest whimper of pain reached his ears and he was back behind the wheel.

He was hurting you.

“Fuck, shit,” he muttered, taking a step back, immediately releasing you. Your head was down, your gaze avoiding his. But even if you were not looking at him, he knew, he could feel the pain and the tears running down your cheeks like the water was on his skin. “Hey, hey, Y/n, please, don’t cry, I- I’m sorry,” he tried to get closer again, he couldn’t let you cry, he couldn’t support it, but the moment he tried to approach you, you flinched.

“Please, leave…”

Your voice was barely a whisper. Shaking. Scared. You were so scared. Of him.

His heart broke even more. Never before did he hurt you. He could kill thousands of people in the war. Torture the enemy for information. But see you in pain? See you cry? Be the reason behind your tears?

“It’s okay, Y/n, please. It’s okay. Close your eyes.”

It got out on its own. He didn’t know why, but it felt like the right thing to say. The last thing you told him, not even with words, before you died.

It was always a comfort for him somehow, when he felt like it was the end… When he felt like he was losing control. He closed his eyes and counted.

“What?”

He thought you wouldn’t listen to him anymore, not after what he did. But to his surprise, you were receptive to his words.

“Close your eyes. Count to 10.”

When Ben did this, it always had the same effect. When he opened his eyes after counting to 10, he remembered. Remembered your words, your face, how to breathe, and immediately felt better. Calmer. Even back in Russia, even after the torture, if he closed his eyes and counted to 10, hell seemed a bit more bearable.

Ben didn’t think you would do it. But you did, closed your eyes and counted to 10 slowly, taking a deep breath to every number you murmured.

When you opened your eyes, it was like an entirely different person was in front of him. You had the same bright beautiful eyes, but now, they were shining with something new. Something different. Something he hoped he would see the moment he saw you in the shop.

“Oh my god…”

You recognized him.

“Ben!”

It didn’t even take a second for you to jump in his arms and hug him like tomorrow would never come. You held him tight, close to you, your feet not even touching the floor, and Ben held you as tight as possible. The embrace was strong, but he controlled his strength. He refused to hurt you again.

“Thank God,” Ben muttered, half laughing half crying. It was the one and only time he would ever allow himself to cry. No tears were shed when he lost you, or all those years he got tortured. But now that he had you again, he could let himself go to his emotions. “I thought I lost you.”

“I thought I lost you too, I-” Even if all he wanted was to keep you close to him, you stepped back to look at him. Both hands on his cheeks, you detailed his features. “You haven’t changed, haven’t aged-”

“You neither,” Ben frowned as he caressed your face as well. “Y/n… You have to tell me, is it really you? This isn’t a dream or a trick, right?” Just thinking about it had his hands clenched and you could feel him tense.

“It’s…” You smiled, tears flowing down your cheeks as well. “Quite the long story actually, I uhm…” Looking around, noticing there was no customer inside, you quickly walked to the door to lock it and turn the sign to closed. Then, you walked back to Ben, took his hand and dragged him to the back of the store to the break room where there was a couch.

Ben sat down next to you, not letting go of your hand. “I have all the time in the world,” he said. He had to know. Now. “I thought you were dead, Y/n…”

You sighed. “I was.” Ben tensed once again so you placed your other hand on his. “They killed me. Or thought I was dead. But I wasn’t. It was Black Noir’s idea.” Like a movie was playing behind your lids, you closed your eyes and started shaking slightly. “58 minutes later, when everyone was gone, including you, he brought me to Vought to the last floor. Begged Stan Edgar to do something. Though… Black Noir wasn’t talking, something was wrong with his face. It was burnt and bleeding.” Opening your eyes, you looked at him and smiled again. “Looks like you got him good…”

“How…” Ben sniffled and tilted his head, frowning. He knew that part, he lived it. He remembered it. But with that much detail? “How do you remember so clearly…”

He watched you reach out to your necklace and held it tightly. The rest was harder to say, he could feel it. “They gave me Compound V.” You stopped for a couple of seconds to let the words go through his brain and glanced to watch his reaction. Ben was not moving, like he had doubts that was how you made it without aging. He wasn’t surprised and was waiting for you to continue. “It saved me, but I was in a coma for 10 years. When I woke up, they did a bunch of tests on me and concluded that besides not aging, I had no powers so they let me go.” At that, you chuckled sarcastically. “They were wrong.”

Ben nodded, encouraging you to continue. You removed your necklace and placed it in the palm of his hand.

“This is…” He started as you incited him to open the pendant. A picture of you in black and white on the left side was smiling at him. On the right side, a picture of him with his suit and helmet on.

“I wandered a lot, went almost everywhere. I couldn’t stay too long at one place after all, it's kind of weird to see your neighbor not aging. But in the end, I… Finished my journey back here.” You looked at the place with a sad smile. “It was familiar, and I felt safe, so I stayed. I started to read more and more and ended up noticing something… Weird. I could clearly remember everything that I read, heard or saw. I had the perfect memory. Could learn languages in one sitting. Don’t know how to cook? No problem. Give me 20 minutes. My brain has an insane facility to learn anything… That was the power Compound V gave me.”

“But if you have a good memory, why didn’t you remember me?”

Everything you said so far made sense. The way you remembered everything so clearly. Why you haven't aged. The necklace he gave you back then, necklace you still had. But there were still so many questions left…

Sadness filled up your eyes even more and you sighed. “I have a super memory, but I have a normal brain capacity… I started forgetting more and more memories of my past. I thought it was normal, but I was only in denial. The morning I woke up and forgot you was the day I knew something was wrong.” You offered him a sad smile. “I could never forget my love…” You took back the pendant and closed it. “I went to Vought and they declared it was not their problem. Side effects of a superpower are not unknown after all, and there was nothing to do. The memories I made everyday would end up burying the oldest ones I have. After that day, I decided to wear the necklace all the time and write in a journal what I did during those days. But then, I forgot I had a journal. And I forgot you.”

Ben clenched his jaw and closed his eyes. His hatred for Vought only grew then. They gave you those powers, and when you asked for help, they shrugged it off, not our problem? Anger was building up inside of him, he could feel his insides heating up painfully, rage was overtaking him. But then, a soft touch. Warmth on his skin. Calm voice speaking words.

“Open your eyes,” you asked and he obeyed immediately. Green eyes got lost in yours as he remembered that the last thing you told him was to close his eyes. Like somehow, everything had come full circle. “You’re there now. If you stay, I won’t ever forget you.” A bright smile was now on your lips, it was so warm, all he wanted to do was snuggle against you and live through your smile. “And I sure won’t forget that ugly Hawaiian shirt,” you laughed.

God, he missed your laugh.

Ben wanted to say yes. God, he was about to say yes, stay with you here forever, but you mentioned the shirt he was wearing. Butcher’s. And the whole reason for his presence came back to him.

“I have something to do before,” he said, taking your hands in his to kiss it softly.

Panic quickly rose on your face. “Wait, no, please, stay?” You seemed pressed, like time was running out.

“It’ll be quick, I promise. I’ll be back before you notice I'm gone.” Ben smiled to reassure you and then got back on his feet. He could do it. Finish what he started, kill the remaining member of his team and then Homelander, and be back here before dinner. He could do it.

Soldier Boy was so sure of himself when he said his goodbye, kissing you softly on the lips, that he didn’t notice the sheer terror on your face. But it was too late, he was already gone.

Only 3 days had passed.

It was so short.

It happened so fast.

When he came back to the headquarters, they had found Mindstorm’s location. The fight was not easy, the skinny guy tried to save him, but at the end, Soldier Boy had his head. Then, it was Black Noir. The moment he entered the Seven’s tower, he knew something had happened.

Black Noir was already dead.

Too bad.

Then, there was Homelander. That turned out to be harder than planned, but with Butcher’s new power and Maeve’s help, they did it. They exploded a whole floor in the process, but they got him.

Homelander was no more.

A lot happened in those three days, but for him, it happened so fast it was like he left for 3 hours.

Once everything was settled, Soldier Boy ran back to your store. He didn’t even bother changing, he bursted through the door in full uniform, ignoring everyone staring at him and asking him for pictures and autographs.

Scanning through the shop, he searched for you. You were not behind the counter, so he checked in every corner of the book store. Then, he headed to the back, the place where you told him everything that had happened to you.

“Y/n!”

As he opened the door, he knew you would be there. Turning your head towards him, you smiled.

“Y/n, I’m back, like I promised. I’m there. I did it.”

Your smile grew bigger on your lips, your eyes shining with so much light, it felt warm inside of him again.

He felt alive.

“Oh my god, is it really true?”

Soldier Boy nodded, a smile as bright as yours on his lips. “Yeah! Like I said.”

“Is it really you, you’re Soldier Boy!”

Wait.

Wait no.

No.

His smile stayed on. But inside, he was screaming.

“No, I mean yes,” he stepped closer to you, watching your face filled with joy. But even if everything told him the real reason why you were so in awe and happy to see him, he refused to believe it. “Y/n… I…Close your eyes.”

Giggling, you put your book on the couch, stood up and did as he said.

“Count to ten.”

Please.

It had to work.

Counting out loud, your smile stayed on.

“Now, open your eyes.”

It worked last time. It worked. You remembered him after all these years. Even if your memory was very bad right now, that your power was eating your past, it'd only been 3 days.

Your beautiful eyes met his sad gaze again.

He knew without you saying a word.

There was no glint. No shine. Nothing except the excitement of meeting a hero… for the first time. And around your neck, the pendant was missing.

You even forgot to put it on.

“So, do I win something?”

The earth itself couldn’t support his weight and he had to sit down. Ben sat down on the couch, placing his face against his hands. Trying to hide. Trying to go back in time. Now, he could see it. Could remember it. The panic you had when he told you he was leaving. You were scared, scared to forget him.

Ben looked down. Defeated. His hands gripped his hair hard and he cursed himself. Why did he leave? Why?! Now it was too late!

As he stared at the floor, something caught his eyes. Reaching down, he cupped the object in his palm and stared.

The pendant.

“Is everything okay?”

Your voice was the same.

You were the same.

The one he lost.

The one that forgot him.

And now, it was too late.

“I saw you on TV, you’re the new leader of the Seven, right? It must be so hard working for Vought.”

Even if you didn’t remember him, you were still so kind. Considerate. You had a hero in front of you and were more concerned about his well being than a fucking picture or an autograph.

“Yeah. Working for Vought is not easy,” he replied, staring absentmindedly at the necklace.

You sat down next to him. “I’m sorry you feel that way. Having a job you don’t like really sucks. I hope that, as the new leader, you’ll be able to find yourself a reason to keep going. And maybe help a lot of people, who knows?”

To that, Soldier Boy could only nod.

“I am the new leader, yeah. And changes need to be done.”

Just like that, the hero got up and left. Something slipped from his gloved hand and fell on the floor. As you picked it up, you tried to catch up to him, but he was already gone. “Damn it,” you muttered and looked at the pendant. Curious, you opened it and looked at the two pictures inside of it. You slowly caressed the picture to the left. “It was probably very important to him… Someone he really loved.”

You kept the pendant and placed it around your neck. Maybe one day, the hero would come back and you could give it back to him.

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 5 months

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for funsies because i got covid AGAIN

quarantine is back because y/n got COVID. skeleton house chaos ensues. what happens in those 7 days?

Undertale Sans - He's the guardian of the main door lol. No one has the right to enter, except if they make him laugh with a very good knock-knock joke. Everyone failed. They're doomed to stay outside. No one really knows it's because you have Covid because Sans forgot to mention it lol. You are so confused when one of your best friends calls you to ask you if you're sequestrated by Sans.

Undertale Papyrus - He watched some video of the first confinement and assumed buying a lot of toilet paper was the thing to do. He got a bit confused but went to the store to buy their entire stock of toilet paper. Since he didn't know where to put it, he built a toilet paper fortress in the middle of your living room. You won't have to buy toilet paper ever again you think.

Underswap Sans - He caught it too, but has no symptoms, like most monsters. He is now going crazy inside his own home crawling on the floor because he can't stop thinking about going out. After a week, your house is a war field as Blue had to find new ways to make himself busy. He tried to cook, which he failed, he painted the walls again, but ran out of paint and screamed when he realized he couldn't go out to buy more, he took a soup bath just because he could... Yeah, never again.

Underswap Papyrus - He would not say he's glad you caught it, but look at that, you're stuck home for an entire week with him! He's going to cuddle with you on the couch all day. He doesn't care if he gets ill, at least that will give him another week with you. He's having the time of his life and he wants to live like this forever, watching Disney movies while hugging his S/O in the couch, with a big plaid and hot chocolate.

Underfell Sans - With the fever and you sleeping 20 hours a day, Red isn't sure you're still alive sometimes. So randomly during the days, he's going to poke your ribs with a broom to make sure you're not dead lol. You better show you're alive quick though or he's panicking and calling rescue services. It happened twice already lol. You woke up so confused to rescuers trying to prove your boyfriend you're actually ok.

Underfell Papyrus - You told him no one has to enter the house and it took it a bit too literally. He trapped the garden and the main road leading to your house to make sure no one got close. He caused three car accidents already and a Karen screamed at him because her kid stayed three hours hanging upside down to a branch of his tree. Edge doesn't care, he's protecting. No one will get in.

Horrortale Sans - He's embracing the golden retriever kind of life, following you everywhere in the house, sleeping at the back of your bed, staring into your soul when it's time to eat to make sure you're eating... You barely manage to keep him out of the bathroom lol. Yeah, Oak is a bit anxious about it and kinda thinks you're going to die or something. You keep telling him you're fine but he's not convinced.

Horrortale Papyrus - Your food tastes like hand sanitizer because he's washing everything with it, food included. You feel even more sick now. You're begging him to stop but he keeps telling you it's for your own good. Man... You just want McDonald's right now...

Swapfell Sans - He's using you as an excuse to not go to work with Toriel and he's so proud of him. You swear he's trying to make the quarantine longer because he really doesn't want to go again. He's a bit paranoid about you though. When you're coughing more than 5 seconds, he's running to make sure you're okay.

Swapfell Papyrus - He will call you nothing but "mutant pangolin" for the entire week and will call all your friends and family to tell them you have started your mutation and won't be able to join them for a week. You're going to have a lot of calls asking what the hell is happening to you. Your mother even thinks you're pregnant. Thanks Rus.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He's sleeping in a tent in the garden and refuses to get close to the house lol. You told him wearing an anti-radiation suit was too extreme, but he doesn't want you to contaminate him so he won't listen to you. Wine is maybe a bit paranoid about human viruses.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - You told him you will sadly not be able to cuddle him all week. He gives you the ultimate offended hurt kicked puppy look. He could never forgive you. He's sulking in his room for three days before daring to get down for food.

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bam-stroker · 1 year

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Stuck in the middle with you

@betweenblackberrybranches, ok you got me with the rlgl au. Here is my silly drabble for it!

I guess I'd say this is a suggestive/PG-13 level because Sun is smooching/getting smooches. But otherwise not much spice and all clownery. Just like have yakety sax or something playing in the distance

Well this was a problem.

You should have been paying better attention to the time. Maybe if you hadn’t stayed up all night falling down a wiki rabbit hole you would have been a little more mentally present. Sharp and ready to duck and dive your way out. But no.

You had gone into Sun’s room thinking you had enough time to grab the bucket and mop you forgot in there by accident. After cleaning up Moon’s mess earlier your mind was too busy celebrating the success you happily marched off to lunch. And left the stupid mop and bucket behind. Nothing says high class like getting wined and dined in front of a beat up old mop and bucket.

You run your hand over your eyes and hold in the groan of frustration that desperately wanted to rise up.

So here you are, hiding behind a curtain a good distance away from the door.

You had managed to hear the door handle turn just in time to hide away with the cleaning tools when Sun and his customer stepped in. Laughter and murmuring following along their path to the couch deeper in the room.

You’re 10 minutes deep into this hiding and have two choices. 1) Turn into a skeleton behind this curtain, squatting in hiding until the session was done or 2) try and make a quick dash while the customer was…. More occupied. You squeeze your eyes shut and try for a third option of using your brain power alone to magically travel through space and time out of this place. You open your eyes again. Still behind the curtain. Today would not be the day you unlock your hidden magic powers. A shame.

Sun’s voice carries over from the couch and you can tell he must have shifted to be the one facing the door and curtains.

Well.

You hold your breath and peek one eye out as slow as possible to get a view. Your hunch had been correct, Sun would now be the only one to really see you. The customer’s back fully to you and the door. It is also in that moment where said customer leans in to kiss along Sun’s jaw line and he fully locks eyes with you.

It feels like the kind of moment meant to have with a laugh track in the background. You’d laugh if the moment wasn’t terrifying for both of your job securities.

You give a panicked bug eyed look to him and then to the door and back to him. His mouth falls open as if to say something to you, eyebrows furrowed, but quickly tries to play it off as if he’s swooning from the kisses. Clearly the acting works because the customer just slips to kissing his neck. Sun raises a hand to cradle their head to him… and prevent them from looking up without pushing past his hold. He takes his other hand to give an accusatory point your way. The gesture falling into a ‘What are you doing?! You shouldn’t be here’ kind of intention.

You throw your hands up and shake your head furiously an, ‘Obviously I shouldn’t be here!’ right back at him. You also do a motion to try and convey that you were getting a mop. That one must not have landed because he just blinks at you in confusion. Before he can answer the customer shifts to lift their head back up and he gives all the smizing he can their way. If he could make a twinkle visual effect appear around him it would fit perfectly. “O darling, how kind. Could you maybe kiss me a little… lower?” he flutters his eyes and tries to give a bashful look to entice them.

It works and kisses are moving to trail down his chest. He gives out sounds of encouragement, keeping a close eye on where they’re looking. Then he looks at you and gives a look back and forth from the curtain trying to say, ‘Go back to hiding there!’ You shake your head throwing your hands in an x, ‘Hell no! I want out.’ You then hold your arms in front of you doing a fake makeout with the air and point from Sun to the customer. Clearly articulating, ‘Distract them.’

And before he can object you crouch down to start sneaking your way out.

It wasn’t really that far. Just a couple paces and you would be free.

Sun keeps his eyes wide and open on you as you inch forward.

“Is something wrong?”

You freeze and Sun snaps his eyes to the customer. They only just now looked up at him, “You’re so quiet now.” He lets out a strangled laugh raising his hands to hold their face, what would seem intimate but in reality was just a way to keep them focused in on only him, “O, I just was a little lost in all the thoughts you inspire~” He leans forward a whisper away from a kiss, “Maybe I could show you some of them?”

As he swoops in for a kiss you take two large steps. The door handle so close now.

But now you realize you’ll have to try and turn the handle as quietly as possible. You can feel sweat start to pool on your forehead under your hat.

As your hand reaches up you watch the customer wiggle in Sun’s hold. Clearly a bit ticklish. That must not have been expected because before they open their eyes to a sweaty janitor posing like a taxidermied animal in fear, Sun throws a hand up to cover their eyes.

His golden digits and palm the only thing keeping you out of sight. “Oho! Ticklish I see? Well, why don’t we make this a little game.” The customer giggles clearly taken by the flirt. Sun stares daggers at you and gives a single gesture with his free hand, ‘OUT. NOW.’

And as you turn the handle he lets out a flurry of flirty giggles pinning the customer to the couch. Their own laughter is loud enough to hide the click of the door shutting behind you.

You stand facing the hall… A deep inhale and exhale. Adrenaline coursing through your veins.

And then you realize you left the mop and bucket behind the curtain.

“...Shit…”

#drabble #rlgl au #sundrop #self insert #pure clownery #suggestive

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jishyucks · 4 months

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Gift Wrapping is a Serious Matter — hjs

‣ pairing: han jisung x reader

‣ genre: fluff, implied f2l/coworkers-to-lovers, crack?

‣ wc: 3.6k

‣ summary: In all honesty, you had no idea why you decided to take up the job of gift wrapping at your local mall. There are moms constantly yelling at you, your fingers are covered in papercuts, and the hours are long. Luckily, your coworker, Jisung, is there to make it more bearable.

‣ warnings: some sexual jokes/innuendos, attempt at being funny, honestly this is just the pair being goofy at work, I thought it was gonna be mostly cute but it’s more just (attempted) crack

‣ an: oop late post but it’s okay ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ I wanted this to be cuter but I’m limiting my stuff to like 4k words to each one unless I seriously can’t. Anyways, enjoy!!

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“Finally! Took you long enough!”

Jeongin drops what he’s doing, throwing his hands up in some sort of exaggerated exasperation.

“Jeongin. I’m literally five minutes early.” You can’t help but situate yourself at the side of the counter that lifts open, blinking at the boy. You greet Choi Beomgyu, another worker, who’s in the middle of making a present look pretty with ribbons.

“I know, but you being here reminds me that I can finally leave and you’re stuck here for the next six hours, ha-ha,” Jeongin rubs the fact in your face as he multitasks, finishing the present he was currently working on.

“And what happens if I leave?” You lift the counter and quickly slip under it. You blindly stick your hand into your tote bag to pull out your Santa hat, plopping it onto the counter before turning to grab one of the four vests hanging underneath the tabletop.

“Then you’d be leaving Jisung Hyung alone, and I know you wouldn’t do that.” Your eyes widen at the mention of Jisung and you shoot Jeongin a glare equal to a warning. You quickly look to see if Beomgyu heard anything and you’re thankful that he’s still very much focused on the present he’s wrapping.

“Yang Jeongin shut your mouth right now!” You shout quietly. Jeongin only knows of your crush on Jisung because the shift that day was slow and Jeongin had managed to fish a confession out of you.

“Do I lie?”

You groan. Because, no, Jeongin was not lying. With all the shit you have to manage at this booth, you couldn't possibly leave Jisung or anyone else alone to handle the booth. This gig was a team task. Yelling moms? You needed that backup. Oh, you’re going to be tying a bow? Let me put my finger here to hold it down. Hell, even if you hated Jisung, you could never leave the boy alone to manage the gift-wrapping booth on his own.

Besides, you liked spending time with Jisung and you were still too afraid to ask him to hang out outside of working hours.

“Lie about what?”

Speaking of the boy, Jisung enters the scene still bundled up in his big puffer coat, scarf, and chunky beanie. He’s peeking between his winter garments, blinking between you and Jeongin.

“Oh, nothing,” Jeongin shrugs. At this point, he’s finished wrapping the present and he’s attaching a label to it for the owner to know which one it was.

Jisung shrugs it off and he slides a drink tray with two large coffee cups, “I got us hot chocolate.” He pulls down his scarf, revealing a red nose (which you guess had resulted from the cold) and a wide grin.

“Thank you so much, Ji,” you gasp, “Let me put my stuff away and I’ll grab mine.”

Jisung nods and busies himself with his coat and toque. While he was at it, Jeongin managed to tease you. “Thank you so much, Ji!”

He instantly earns an elbow to the gut, “You’re just jealous you didn’t get one.”

“Why would I be jealous when I can go get myself one right now?” Jeongin laughs, “Because I’m not gonna be here for the next six hours…” He’s putting his vest away and grabbing his things. Instead of lifting the countertop to leave, he hops over it coolly.

You shoot him one last look, “Yeah, yeah. Now leave. You’re basically loitering.”

“I have to wait for Gyu,” Jeongin points at Beomgyu who was now following in pursuit, “Wanna get some hot chocolate before we leave?”

Beomgyu nods, “Please.” The boy quickly throws on his jacket and grips a beanie and his mitts in one hand. Jisung enters the booth when Beomgyu leaves, almost taking out the younger boy with his backpack on the way in.

“Why is your backpack ginormous?” you stifle a laugh, gathering the presents that Jeongin and Beomgyu had left. The two leave, wishing you guys a good luck. “Have one of Santa’s elves in there or something to help us?” You’re obviously joking, but the child in you is hoping that an elf would truly jump out of Jisung’s bag to offer assistance.

“I wish,” Jisung laughs. He grabs one of the vests and slips it on, “I went to the gym so my gym stuff is in here.” Zipping it open, he pulls out his own Santa hat and tugs it onto his head. The hat pushes his bangs lower over his eyes and you feel your heart jump at how utterly cute he looks.

“Makes sense,” you reply coolly. You continue to organize the wrapped presents, plopping them into bags for the owners when they return.

Without hesitation, Jisung quickly takes a sip of his hot chocolate before he moves to help you organize the wrapped presents into bags. You two do it with ease, having developed a routine over the past few weeks.

When you first met Jisung, he had introduced himself as a student, gym rat, and part-time cashier at a nearby grocery store, opting to take up this job to try something new since it was a seasonal job. You remember not exactly knowing how to react to his introduction, blinking at him for a few, very brief moments before you introduce yourself.

But when Jisung continued to speak to you, it was rather easy for you to figure out that his dorky introduction was the tip of the iceberg when it came to his personality. He spoke about anything and everything with a sense of child-like wonder, interacted with customers like he’d known them for years, and wrapped their presents like they were to be given to the Royal Family.

And though, initially, you weren’t exactly looking forward to having your ear being talked off by him each shift, especially since you found the act of wrapping presents relaxing, you found that being talkative was a big part of his charm. Because of him, the long, dreadful hours flew past like nothing—hell, before you knew it, you were actually looking forward to the shifts despite how much you complained about it every morning.

You suppose this was how you had developed feelings for the boy. Not only was he sweet and apparently good at everything he tried, he was easy and comfortable to be around.

And for you, that was rare.

As all shifts go, you both fall into a comfortable rhythm, chatting about random things to pass the time. Somehow you both were lucky enough to not have the big rush of customers that dropped by the mall on the way home from work, still recovering from the rushes last week with customers who pushed for an amount of wrapped presents that seemed to be enough to give to everyone and their mothers.

You and Jisung were simply given smaller gifts, maybe a bigger box here and there, but most of the presents you were asked to wrap were small and easy, ones that didn’t even take longer than 5 minutes. Considering it was the 21st, it seemed logical that people were buying for quick, last-minute purchases.

“The amount of old people who buy lube is…” Jisung gags. He had just finished a string of stories about how he’s judged customers based on what they buy and this was how he was choosing to conclude it. Your jaw drops as he looks back at you with a pained expression, “Like I mean, good for them but, the amount of old people, you know?”

“I mean… ‘tis the season?” You're unsure whether to laugh or gag, “I guess they’re trying to keep the holiday season spicy or something.” You rip a piece of tape from the dispenser, finishing off one of the last presents from a small group given to the booth.

“Y/N!” Jisung gasps.

“What?” You retort, “You’re the one who brought it up.” You attach a label of the object to the box and place it in a bag that is sitting between you and Jisung.

“I know, but you’re giving me the image of old people…” He shudders, the bell on his Santa hat jingling, “Okay, okay we need to stop talking about lube and old people.” Jisung finishes his own present and plops it next to your finished present.

You snort, moving on to the next present in the pile and physically cringe at it, “Can you believe people are giving other people lingerie? Let alone make other people wrap it? I don’t even think I should be touching this right now.” Lingerie itself wasn’t the problem here, it was the fact that you knew who gave this to you to wrap and it felt fucking weird for you to be wrapping it.

“It’s not like it’s used,” Jisung points out, gesturing to a tag hanging off of the garment. The set you were working on was the last present for the meantime so Jisung had time to kill, “Touch it all you want.”

You elbow him, “How about you do it then.” You toss it into his hands and he jumps back, a yelp escaping his lips. His voice echoes across your part of the mall, catching the attention of shoppers strolling past. You clamp your mouth shut to keep yourself from childishly laughing out loud, eyes glossy from holding it back.

“I–” Jisung gawks at you with a slack jaw and wide eyes, “I can’t believe you just did that!”

You can't hold back the laughter any longer, and it bursts out of you, drawing more curious glances from passersby, “If you have no problem touching it then go ahead and wrap it.”

He groans, “Fine.” Jisung steps up and whips out a gift bag, wrapping the lingerie set with tissue paper before plopping it in. Then, he decoratively sticks in more tissue paper to conceal the intimates. When he finishes, he labels it and pushes it in your direction.

“Thank you,” you say, still recovering from what just happened. You quickly store the present with the others, tucking it beneath the tabletop. “I still honestly don’t understand that… why couldn’t that man just give jewelry or something? A necklace or earrings for a woman is always a safe bet.”

Jisung presses his lips together and he hums, recalling how you said necklaces or earrings were always at the top of your wishlist, simply because you could never get enough of them. “What if she wanted it though?”

“To each their own,” you shrug, “But making us wrap it?” The lingerie set wasn’t the oddest present you both had to wrap, but it’s been a good week and a half since the last one.

“That’s fair, I guess,” Jisung snickers, “We’re like, partaking in their–”

“Okay, that’s enough,” you throw a hand over Jisung’s mouth and give him a look of warning. Jisung opens his mouth to speak but you take your thumb and push his chin up to shut it back closed.

“Ow!”

“I barely did shit, Ji, don’t be dramatic.” You pat his cheek when you let go of his mouth and he frowns, “You made me bite my tongue.”

“Gross, were you going to lick my hand!?” You look at him with knitted brows and wide eyes, wondering how the hell you even developed feelings for this boy.

“No?” It comes out more like a question and a sheepish smile on his face indicates that he was lying through his teeth, “Your hand was covering my mouth!”

“You could have just physically moved my arm away from your mouth!” You counter, throwing a soft punch at his arm.

“You’re mean.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“You’r–”

“Ahem!”

You two don’t notice that a customer is standing and waiting for you both to notice her, not a hint of Christmas joy in her eyes. Although you don’t see her feet through the booth, you can tell that she is tapping her foot out of impatience.

“Oh, we apologize ma’am,” Jisung speaks up, taking a step forward, “How may we help you?”

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Taking your dinner break towards the end of the shift, you leave Jisung alone to manage the booth alone. You waited until it became evident that no more customers were expected to come with an overwhelming number of presents. After being away for a brief thirty minutes, you found Jisung snugly seated on the little step stool tucked away in the corner of the booth.

“Any presents?” you questioned. You shuffle under the gate and scan the inside of the stall, only finding the presents that the two of you had wrapped beforehand.

“Just that,” Jisung points to a small, hexagonal-shaped box sitting by itself next to the bags of other presents, “But that’s it.” He leans his head back, resting it against the counter’s edge before he closes his eyes, “Man I just want to go home.”

“One hour to go,” you sing, “Then we can leave.” You huff and scan the area of the mall that surrounded the booth, noticing that there were already a lot fewer people shopping compared to earlier, “Are you bussing again today?”

You turn your head to look at him, eyes still shut and resting. You couldn’t help but peer at his bottom-heavy set of lips and the way his two front teeth peek out between them... and the way his lashes tickle part of his cheekbones.

You wonder if Han Jisung knew how pretty his features were.

“Yeah,” Jisung hums, “You?”

You answer, “Mmhmm.” And although you and Jisung didn’t take the same bus home, you were still happy to hear that you weren’t going to be waiting alone in the cold for the bus.

The remaining customers who visited the stall were those who were there to pick up the presents you both wrapped, which were easy one-and-done interactions.

As the clock ticked down, you and Jisung found yourselves in a comfortable silence, a shift from your usual banter. It wasn’t an awkward silence, but rather a tired one, both of you ready to finish the day and head home. Interacting with tens of different people was exhausting.

But despite your excitement to actually head home to snuggle up on your couch, your eyes were still flickering back and forth between the mall corridor and the hexagonal box now sitting alone. You go to pick it up, placing it on the tabletop. “Did you get the number for this customer’s gift? Why haven’t they picked it up yet?”

Jisung blinked at the box, sliding it his way, inspecting it as if he had written a name or number on the wrapping paper, “I’m honestly not sure.” “It looks like it’s important,” you frown.

“I’m sure they’ll be back tomorrow if not today,” Jisung grins. He sits the box back down gently and stands almost shoulder to shoulder next to you.

You hope he’s right because it was odd thinking someone had dropped a present off and didn’t pick it up. Hell, the gift was so small that the owner could have just waited for it to be wrapped.

When the final hour passed, you both swiftly closed up the booth, tidying up the wrapping paper, tape dispensers, and tags. The box still sat in the same spot that Jisung placed it in. He takes it, “I’ll put this somewhere safe for tomorrow.”

All you did was nod.

Jisung yawned, his energy visibly drained from the day's work. He picks his bag up after bundling himself up with his winter jacket and scarf. It almost weighs him down, but he regains balance with a shuffle of his feet.

“Well, that's a wrap,” you say, attempting a pun to lighten the mood. Jisung manages a tired chuckle, rolling his eyes and appreciating the effort. The clattering of shutters from other stores rumble throughout the mall and it’s another indication that the shift was finished.

“Finally,” he sighs, stretching his arms above his head, “Let's get out of here.”

Exiting the booth together, you and Jisung head towards the exit closest to the bus stop. It wasn’t snowing or windy, but you could predict that the air was going to be cold, so you brace yourself by hiking the collar of your jacket up over your nose.

When you and Jisung slip out through the doors, you immediately feel the chilly evening air biting at the exposed skin on your faces, an aching contrast to the warmth of the mall. Your pockets do nothing to keep your hands warm, feeling air that managed to slip into your pockets.

“Fuck,” Jisung’s teeth rattle, “Fuck, it’s cold.” His shoulders rise to his ears, his body attempting to keep itself warm. In other circumstances, you would have answered Jisung with something sarcastic like ‘No shit, Sherlock’ or ‘Wait? Really?’, but you were freezing your ass off right now.

It was so cold that you two couldn’t even talk on the way to the bus stop, legs and feet moving quickly to get there. You could feel your lashes stiffening from the cool air, previously moist from the way your eyes had slightly welled up from the slap of cold to your face. You want the bus to come right now and quickly, but last time you checked, it wasn’t coming for another 10 minutes.

As you wait for your buses, you steal glances at Jisung, thoughts still occupied with that seemingly abandoned hexagonal box. Your breath forms small clouds in the frigid air as you try to shake off the cold, eyes flickering between the dimly lit bus stop sign and Jisung's bundled figure.

“Y/N?” Jisung’s voice is muffled by his thick scarf, almost sounding like you were imagining it. But the way his eyes blink back at you, you know he really was talking to you.

“Yeah?” You push your hands deeper into your pockets, seriously regretting not bringing thicker gloves. You need to turn your entire body to look at him, the brim of your toque falling just over your brows.

You silently watch as Jisung slips his bag off his shoulder, sticking his arm in to pull something out. He rummages for a little bit, pushing things aside before he finally finds what he is searching for. Watching in anticipation, you wait for him to reveal whatever it was.

Jisung’s hands open to present the hexagonal box, still neatly wrapped in the booth’s paper, and he pushes it toward you, holding it out.

Your heart skips a beat, “Jisung, why do you have that? I don’t think we’re allowed to bri—”

Jisung shakes his head and he inches closer, still holding the box out for you to take, “Merry Christmas?”

You try to process what is going on, shifting your gaze between the box and Jisung’s eyes, “Wait so…” You gently pick the box up from his hand and then look back up at him, “This is for me?”

The man in front of you nods, “From me.”

The cold air nipping at your fingertips has been long forgotten, “I’m still confused, Ji.”

“Open it,” Jisung says, “I hope you like it.”

“But I didn’t get you anything.”

“Does it look like I care?” Jisung counters, “Open it.”

Your eyes glance up and behind Jisung, making sure that the bus is not on its way to the stop before your fingers begin fumbling with the wrapping paper. The ripping of the wrap fills the silence between you and Jisung, your eyes trained on what was sitting beneath it.

The box is black with faux leather. Nothing on it indicates what it was. No brand name or anything. But when you shake it, the box rattles in the slightest, indicating something small inside.

After crumpling the wrapping paper up into your fist, you go to open the lid of the box and set your eyes on a dainty, gold necklace. The pendant was a simple gold heart, no larger than the tip of your index finger, something you’d definitely pick out for yourself.

“Jisung…” you whisper, running the pad of your thumb over the heart, “You didn’t have to get me this… it’s beautiful, but you didn’t need to get me this.” Your arms stretch out to return the shiny necklace back to him, shaking your head.

“I wanted to,” Jisung declares, “I saw it at the jewelry shop near my gym and thought you’d like it.”

“I do…” you nod, “Thank you, Ji.” You retract your arms and almost cradle the box in your arms, too lazy to put it into your bag, “I promise you I’ll get you a present too… to say thank you.” Behind him, you can see one of your buses from afar, slowly advancing on the icy roads. You feel a sense of relief when you see it’s your bus, already imagining the warmth the vehicle holds inside.

“Scratch that thought,” Jisung notices your bus pulling up, too, so he knows he needs to make this quick, “There’s something else you could do to say thank you.”

“What is it?”

“A date with me?”

Your eyes narrow and you can’t help but throw a soft punch at his arm, “Han Jisung, is this seriously how you’re asking me out on a date? By wooing me with a necklace?”

Jisung rubs the spot of contact and he groans, “No?”

“Cause I’d say that it’s a little bit cute…” you grin shyly.

“Well in that case, yes.” You can hear the smile in Jisung’s voice and you roll your eyes. Of course, this was his plan all along. But you still admit to yourself that it really was cute.

Your bus finally arrives and halts to a stop right in front of you and Jisung. The driver opens the door and your stiff, frozen joints move you up to get into the vehicle. But before you get on, you quickly turn to Jisung, who’s still waiting for an answer.

“A date it is then.”

taglist: @tytrackfebreze @hoonieji @niinjo @dinonuguaegi

an: finally got around to finishing this bc I rly didn't think I'd be this busy but it is what it is,,, hope you enjoyed this! up next is Jake!

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do-it-for-the-fandom · 25 days

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For the January prompts - paper planes please

Wow-eee! This one is late! But better late than never, right?

Set mid season 5. This one is a pancake - light and fluffy! - just as promised.

An hour had passed and they were still stuck.

Over an hour, actually - sixty-seven minutes if you wanted to be precise - but in this sweltering metal box, sixty-seven minutes had felt like a lifetime.

"Why the hell is it so hot in here?" she complained as she undid yet another button of her blouse and tugged the material open.

Castle's eyes widened at the glimpse of lace that peaked out from under her shirt. Kate rolled her eyes, hung her head back against the wall and closed her eyes.

"Nothing you haven't seen before, Castle."

"What can I say?" He shrugged. "Being at the precinct adds a little extra flare of excitement, I guess."

Kate huffed, opened her eyes just long enough to shoot him an unimpressed glare.

"Don't go getting any ideas," she mumbled as she rolled her entire body to press her forehead against the cool metal wall behind her.

Castle stepped closer; she felt his presence, the warmth of his body radiating in her space. Too warm. She put her hand up, pressed her palm to his chest to keep just a small amount of distance between them but he reached out, wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Kate," he whispered, his voice laced with concern. "Are you okay?"

"It's just-" She forced her eyes open again and took a moment to look down at Castle's attire: his usual business casual, thick overcoat already on. "Aren't you hot?" she asked, a little confused as to how he could stand so many layers.

"It's the middle of winter," he complained, answering her question. She groaned and leant further into his embrace.

Despite her current discomfort, the way he held her had always managed to somehow make everything better.

"Sit with me," he said softly before helping her lower herself into the corner of the carriage. He sat beside her; back against the wall and legs outstretched to the centre of the elevator. "Can I have that?"

Kate turned her attention to him, noticed his eyes fixed on the leather binder tucked under her arm. She passed it to him and watched as he opened it, flipped to the back and pulled a loose sheet of paper from it.

He closed the binder again and placed it on his lap. Using it as a table, he placed the piece of paper on it and began to make several folds.

She continued to watch as he folded, shuffled and flipped the paper until it somewhat resembled a plane.

"I don't think that's going to go very far," she commented sarcastically.

He clicked his tongue at her. "It doesn't have to go far."

He made one final fold before holding the paper plane above his shoulder, near his cheek. With the flick of his wrist he sent it soaring.

The plane looped - not one, but twice! - before crashing into the wall opposite them.

Castle turned his head, fully intent on trowing out a teasing I told you so. But when he saw the wide-eyed look of wonderment on Beckett's face, the words never formed.

"How did you get it to loop?"

"That's top secret," he teased.

But she wanted to know all of his secrets - would happily spend the rest of her life trying to figure them out.

He grabbed two more sheets of paper from her binder and passed one to her before going through each step, teaching her how to perfectly craft a looping plane.

When done, he held his up and tossed it. They watched as it danced through the air, performing one perfect loop before crashing into the wall.

"Your turn," he encouraged.

Beckett tossed hers - just as Castle had shown her - but it did not loop.

Castle laughed at the frustrated huff Beckett let out. "Try again."

She shifted, reached across and grabbed her plane from where it had crash-landed. She straightened the damaged nose, fixed the creases of the wings and then tossed it again.

Once more, it flew directly to it's demise. No loops.

Castle passed her another sheet of paper. "Again. This time try folding the wings up instead of down."

He instructed her, step-by-step, how to make the new plane. She followed his directions, allowed him to inspect her work before giving this activity one last chance.

She inhaled deeply, let the breath out slowly, then tossed the plane.

It looped perfectly.

Beckett laughed excitedly, slapped her palm to Castle's shoulder as if to make sure he had been watching. "It worked!" She looked at him, noticed his eyes already glued to her. A little half-smile curled his lips as he watched her.

She was sure she would never get used tot hat: the way he looked at her with so much unrestrained adoration in his eyes; his love for her so evident on his face.

"What?" she asked, self-consciousness creeping up on her.

But his smile brightened, the adoration in his eyes grew stronger.

"You're kinda cute," he said with a shrug.

She rolled her eyes, but couldn't stop the smile spreading across her face. "Shut up," she grumbled softly.

She leant her head against his shoulder, snuggled up closer as a chill ran down her spine.

And suddenly she realized his plan: to distract her, to calm her.

He had managed to bring her out of her own head, to calm the unexpected claustrophobic panic with such ease. A part of her hated how successful he was, how he somehow knew her better than she knew herself. A bigger part of her was just so grateful to have him.

He leant his head to rest atop hers.

"Castle?" she beckoned in a soft voice. He hummed. "I'm sorry I was... grumpy."

He smiled to himself. "What ever do you mean, dear?" he asked sarcastically.

She let out a small, amused huff and wrapped her arms around his bicep.

"I love you."

Castle pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "I love you, too."

#kate beckett #richard castle #caskett #kate beckett x richard castle #castle fanfiction #anon ask #fic prompts #my drabbles

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c0la-queen · 7 days

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You | Tord x Reader

Here we go! I'm sorry if this isn't my normal quality, I wrote it while fighting off a headache... but also, I wanted to be a little silly! Because these are silly guys! I hope you enjoy the slight cliffhanger I left it on, hehe! Mwah, mwah!

Warnings: Tord is a bit of a weirdo, stalking behavior, obsession, Tord is 100% making assumptions about you and your personality, love this little freak <3

Words: 1.5k

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Being a quiet person is not always an easy thing.

Some people would think it was. You never have to worry about saying the wrong thing. There were less chances of you offending anyone from your words.

Or, some people think the opposite. "I could never handle being so quiet" they say. It must be a headache to be around so much noise.

And… they were right, in Tord's opinion. It was nice to not have to get stuck in awkward conversations. He had the added bonus of being intimidating, so people eventually got the hint and stopped trying to talk to him. However, he also had to keep enough Advil on hand to tranquilize a small horse, considering he decided to live with the three loudest motherfuckers on the planet. Pros and cons, and such.

There were times when it proved to be nice, though.

Like right now.

The odd occasions where he had the day to himself. Tom and Matt were at work, Edd was visiting his parents, so that left Tord to his lonesome. What a great day.

As much as he would have liked to spend the whole day in the house, he couldn't. He needed to go grocery shopping - the fridge looked abysmal. At least it was warm and sunny outside. Still, he dragged his feet. He really didn't want to go to the store.

Ugh.

He was the son of the Red Leader. He had seen much worse shit. He had killed men in cold blood without batting an eye. He was not going to be bested by the looming possibility of social interaction.

…maybe he needed therapy?

…

Nah.

If Tord ever managed to invent a time machine, the first thing he was going to do was find the person who developed wireless earbuds and give them a kiss.

Being an intimidating looking person was a great way to ward off unwanted conversations. But there were always people who had no sense of self preservation and chose to try and talk to him anyway. Wearing earbuds while he was out helped with that. Nobody was stupid enough to try and deliberately get him to take his earbuds off. (Except Edd and Matt, but they know that they'll get away with it.)

The basket handle on his arm was starting to dig into his arm as he stood in front of the pasta aisle, watching his pet idiots (roommates) argue on the group chat over what type of noodles to get. Edd wanted Ziti, Tom wanted Angel Hair, and Matt wanted Bowtie… for some reason.

Tord was busy calculating the risk vs. reward of banging his head against the shelf until he bled out of his ears when it happened.

You happened.

Through his music, he heard the sound of laughing and giggling. He glanced to the side, expecting a gaggle of obnoxious, immature 20-something year olds with the sole purpose of ruining everyone else's relaxing shopping experience. And that's mostly what it was. But, standing in the middle of them was you.

Hello, you.

You were laughing, just like the others. But not the fake laughter of conformity - no, it was real, genuine laughter. Tord didn't think he had heard anything so beautiful. He even paused his music just so he could hear it in its pure form.

The more he looked, the more he saw of you. You were like the sun, so golden and bright compared to these others you were standing with. He could tell you weren't like them, he could tell you weren't using some made up personality to try and fit in.

What the hell were you doing with people like that?

Then, you were moving. Your little group had apparently decided the joke wasn't funny anymore, so you were moving on. Disappearing into the next aisle. Disappearing from his life.

Tord threw a couple boxes of noodles into the basket without even looking at it, shoving his phone back in his hoodie pocket and moving on to the next aisle. He pretended to deliberate over what brand of laundry detergent to get as he subtly watched your group at the other end of the aisle. He was able to get a better look at you.

You were wearing a brightly colored cardigan, wool by the looks of it, that perfectly matched the colors of your earrings and purse. You liked to coordinate your outfits. You had on a little skirt that teased just enough of your thighs to draw attention without being slutty, but you also had black tights on. You liked to look attractive while still feeling like you were being modest. Your earrings and the clip in your hair looked like they had been bought from the girls' department store in the mall right across from Matt's store, that was always playing mind numbing pop songs and had unicorns everywhere. You liked cutesy, almost juvenile things.

Tord wanted to know more. He wanted to know everything about you.

A peaceful day all to his lonesome where he would force himself to get groceries before wasting the day away on the couch quickly shifted - now, he was spending the rest of the afternoon with you.

Well, almost.

You and your friends were walking around town, enjoying the warmth and dipping into any stores that caught your attention. Tord was also walking around town, a good distance behind your group, enjoying your warmth and drinking in every detail he could get.

And he had learned plenty.

He had no idea why you were friends with these people. From what he could tell, you were stifled in this group. They would talk over you, ignore things that you pointed out, refuse to go to stores that you wanted to go to, tease and taunt you, and walk ahead of you. Despite it all, you always kept a smile. You kept shining, kept illuminating the area around you.

They don't deserve your light.

Oh, but you knew that, didn't you? You knew, but you were so sweet and gracious that you gave it to them anyway. Maybe if you shone bright enough, warmed their skin enough, they would finally give you attention.

Tord would give you that attention. He already was, and you weren't even giving him your sunlight.

And he never would ask you to.

No, your sunlight was going to be a gift that he had to earn. It would be a blessing that he was going to work hard to have bestowed upon him.

He would never exploit you.

Like they did.

Tord slipped into the coffee shop, running a hand through his hair. The warm weather was causing a light amount of sweat to gather on his skin.

He pretended to look across the overfilled menu, taking in the names of all the absurd drinks available. He already knew what he was going to get.

"Hi, welcome in! What can I get started for you today, sir?"

The barista was smiling at him too much. Her eyes drifted down his chest, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. Her pupils her dilated. She was checking him out.

Not that he cared. On an objective standard, she was pretty. But she didn't shine. She wasn't sunlight. She didn't brighten up the entire room just with her smile. She didn't make the birds sing by just looking in his direction.

She wasn't you.

"Iced Americano."

"Will that be all for you? We have a whole menu of signature flavors. I'd recommend-"

"Just an Americano."

The barista blinked in surprise when he cut her off. Typical. A pretty person with a shallow mind that couldn't comprehend the idea of a person not being interested in them. She huffed softly before ringing him up and telling him his total.

He paid, then turned to go sit and wait for his order to be made. He didn't get very far, though, before he almost ran into someone.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I totally wasn't looking where I was going!"

It was you.

You were talking to him.

You were looking at him.

You were so warm.

"It's fine."

As Tord fled like a fucking coward, you gave him a sweet smile. You smiled at him. And he just walked away. Asgardians above, his father would have been so disappointed in him.

His phone buzzed in his pocket as he sat at a window table, watching your friends snicker at the coffee shop mascot.

"Mate, you've been out shopping for like 4 hours. Where are you?"

Edd's voice drifted out from his phone speaker as Tord pressed the screen to his cheek.

"Something came up."

"Did you get the bowtie noodles? Did you? Tord?"

There was a muffled 'Matt, get off me' and some shuffling fabric before Edd's voice returned.

"The fuck do you mean something came up?"

Tord glared at the boy you were talking to, watching you give him an adorable pout. Oh, the things Tord would do to you.

"I found the perfect girl for us."

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Step Into Christmas - DRW

Merry Christmas to all who celebrate!

Words: 8.4K

Summary: You spend some holiday quality time with your best friend, giving each other the one thing you both want most of all.

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, sexually explicit content, oral (m&f), unprotected penetrative sex.

“Danny, where do you want these decorations?” You called, detangling tinsel from mistletoe. Every damn year, your curly headed best friend shoved the decorations in a tub, and every year it was left to you to pry them all apart from the giant knot they inevitably tangled into.

His voice carried from the kitchen distractedly, assembling his liquor station for the Christmas shin-dig later, “Wherever you think, Dip, you jazz it up.”

You smirked to yourself at his stupid nickname for you as you answered, “Big mistake, Wagner.”

A couple of days ago, you’d gotten a little too high and ordered yourselves some ice cream from Uber Eats, and somehow managed to ask for not one, but ten chocolate dip cones. The minute the delivery guy handed over the goods, Danny lost it laughing and he’d been calling you Dip since.

You poked my head in his closet under the staircase, reaching through the dark and grabbing his step stool, praying no spiders had taken residence between the legs. With a shudder of distaste for the dusty cave-like space, you set the stool down in the doorway between his hallway and the kitchen. You stuck a thumb tack between your teeth and stepped up, holding the mistletoe above your head and centering it. Just as you pushed the pin into the frame, a pair of hands snaked around your waist.

You let out a quick shriek of surprise, quickly followed by a giggle as Danny’s fingers danced into your ribs. “H-HEY no! Git, go- STOP-“ You wriggled in his grasp, furiously batting his hands away, and he finally had mercy. His hands stilled, but he let them rest on your hips as you both giggled. You hoped the laughter would explain the rosy tint spreading across your cheeks.

The relationship you had with Daniel was… interesting, to say the least. You’d been friends since middle school, never more. Truth be told, you had the worst crush on him. You had for ages now. Danny never said anything though, and you weren’t about to throw away your best friend for a seemingly tiny chance he might feel the same. You’d been noticing lately, though, his touches that used to be platonic were growing increasingly flirtier as the weeks passed. The night of the ice cream incident, even as touchy as he got when he smoked, he attached himself to your side on the couch and didn’t peel away from you until the next morning when you woke up tangled together, much like the tinsel and mistle you fought to separate.

Your laughter slowed down but your heart rate picked up, avoiding Danny’s mischevious smile as he still gripped your hips gently. On the stool, you were at eye level with him, and it was an unnerving feeling. You were so used to him leaning his arm on you as he towered over, his chin easily resting on the top of your head when you hugged him. Now, there was a direct line of sight between you, only making you more nervous.

He jutted his chin out inquisitively, his smirk widening. Bastard. “You alright? Wouldn’t want you to fall.”

You stepped down from the stool quickly, trying to hide your blush, but he didn’t step back when you moved, forcing you into his chest tightly. You nervously chuckled, pressing your palms into his chest. “I almost did, tickle-monster.” You faintly noted how warm and firm his chest felt under your hands.

Danny gave you a far-too-knowing grin, and his big brown eyes flicked up to the decoration you’d just placed. He licked his lips, and he eyed your face with a flirtatious twinkle in his eye, then he winked before walking around you down the hall towards the living room. “Nice mistletoe placement, by the way. You hoping for a lil’ lip action?” he called over his shoulder.

You snorted, flustered as hell, busying yourself with the knot of tinsel. “Yeah, actually. Sammy’s been looking really cute lately, thought I’d make my move.”

Danny laughed out loud from the living room, making you smile. He knew as well as you did that Sam was like a little brother to you, in all senses. You loved him, and he annoyed the shit out of you.

“Hey now, that’s my man!” The hum of his ancient stereo system resonated through the area suddenly, followed by the scratch of a needle dropping on a record.

You giggled as you strung the green fuzzy garland across doorframes and railings. “We’ll have to fight to the death for his love.”

A familiar funky piano riff sounded from the speakers, and you listened for a second before your brain caught up. Your head tossed back as you laughed, twining the end of the tinsel at the foot of the stairs. You trotted into the living room, making eye contact with Danny, both of you smirking like maniacs at each other as you froze, before erupting into loud singing.

“Welcome to my Christmas sooooong…” you both shout-sang through laughter.

Elton John’s Step Into Christmas was your favourite holiday tune in the world, something you bonded with Danny over years ago. It was a running gag at this point, you both sang along as obnoxiously as possible, with the worst exaggerated british accents you could muster.

You danced over to your friend as you both performed into invisible mics. You giggled as Danny took your hands in his and knelt on one knee before you, looking up at you with drastic, pleading eyes.

“…By asking youuu if you’d obliiige,” he crooned, slowly rising up to eye level as he sang the next line, “Stepping into christmas… with meeeeee!” You both mimicked Elton’s little piano riff before the chorus, meeting each other’s eyes with manic joy.

“Step into Christmas, let’s join together, weeee can watch the snow fall forEVER AND EVER…” The pair of you were more shouting than singing at this point. Your laughter choked out your voice as Danny bent your wrists up to hold your hands palm to palm, lacing your fingers together, before pushing and pulling your arms playfully, dancing with you.

You jumped around for a while, letting Danny spin you a few times, still laughing more than singing, even stepping up on the coffee table to really sell the performance. When the song faded out, you were more out of breath than you’d like to admit, collapsing beside your best friend on the couch in high-pitched giggles.

For a few moments, you sat in comfortable silence, catching your breath. Danny sat up then, “Oh, just a sec, I’ve got something for you.”

Your jaw dropped. “Daniel! We said no presents!” You watched him grab a small wrapped rectangle from his small cluster of presents near the tree.

He flopped back beside you and grinned shyly. “Yeah, well, I actually had this made for you before we agreed that, so it doesn’t count.”

You giggled, “Your logic is a bit flawed, but I’ll let it slide cause you’re so sweet.” You delighted in his blush, and he handed you the little wrapped box. You smiled crookedly, taking it and gently peeling the paper off.

Danny rolled his eyes, “Just rip it for fuck’s sake.”

You stuck your tongue out, continuing to carefully pry the folded corners of the paper. You slid the small box from the paper, trying not to show how secretly nervous you were. You hoped it wasn’t something too nice.

You opened the box, and inside was a dainty gold bracelet, decorated with your birthstone, the small gems delicately set evenly around it. Your jaw fell open, and you felt the air leave your lungs.

“Danny…” you breathed, fighting the familiar pressure of tears. It was so gorgeous, so deeply personal and sweet of him. The nicest present you’d ever received.

You blinked up at him after a moment, and he was watching your face shyly, chewing on his lip. “You like it?” he asked softly.

You simply nodded, cocking your head as you smiled lovingly at him. “Danny I love it, its so beautiful.” He blushed, shrugging shyly. “Well, then it should be worn by a beautiful girl,” he quietly said, looking up at you.

Your heart fluttered, and you giggled shyly. “Oh hush.”

He smiled, and he leaned back, picking up the bracelet out of the box. He held both ends and draped it around your wrist, fastening it gently. You pushed down the butterflies that errupted from his gentle touch.

“There,” he grinned, “perfect.”

You held your wrist to your heart, leaning back into the couch beside him. “You didn’t have to do this, Dan.”

He chuckled, “I wanted to. You deserve nice things. I like treating you,” he confessed. You blushed, looking up at the ceiling happily, toying with the beautiful present around your wrist.

Then out of the corner of your eye, Danny’s head rolled over to look at you. You met his eyes, biting your lip as you smiled at him. He grinned lopsidedly, reaching his hand up to smooth your wild hair. His hand traced down the side of your head, coming to rest on your cheek. You were breathless all over again, unconsciously leaning into his palm.

His eyes were warm, trailing all over your face with a peculiar smile. Almost curious, certainly affectionate. His thumb brushed across your cheekbone. Feeling suddenly very exposed, you swallowed and leaned back enough to make his hand drop away. You stood up, feeling Danny’s gaze follow you as you walked back down the hallway. “You want a drink?”

You hoped Danny didn’t notice the shake in your voice. You didn’t see his eyes roll affectionately after you dodged his flirtatious actions. “Peppermint shots?” He called, standing up to follow you.

At the counter, you grabbed the bottle of seasonal Smirnoff, cracking open the twist cap and grabbing the shot glasses from his cabinet. When he sidled up beside you, you handed him one of the glasses, pouring for both of you with a shake of your head. “This is gonna taste like mouthwash,” you giggled. Danny snickered, examining the shot at eye level. “Probably,” he agreed.

He winked at you, slipping his arm carefully around yours. His heart warmed at the dainty bracelet adorning your wrist, and you both downed the shots with intertwined arms. Your expressions matched comically, cringing at the god-awful vodka. You coughed a little, and Danny laughed through the pain, clapping you on the back a few times. You appreciated the gesture, though his touch definitely made it worse. You set the glass in the sink and shook your head.

“Ew,” you said plainly. He laughed, “That’s an understatement.”

🎄

The minute the Kiszka’s arrived, the night’s festivities took on their usual level of chaos and inebriation. The music was blasting, making you grateful for the distance between Danny’s place and the neighbors. Drinks were downed, and shenanigans were underway. At some point, Sam tried to bang out some tunes on Danny’s upright piano, missing more keys than he hit in his stupor. Jake and Josh did a lovely rendition of some Queen song that neither of them could remember most of the words to, meaning they made most of them up. With lyrics that were not fit for civilized company. Danny and yourself, though equally buzzed, were the most reserved. In your participation, anyway. There was nothing reserved about Danny’s gaze on you all night. Every time you glanced over at him, his eyes were already devouring you. Amidst the drunken sing-along the brother’s spontaneously burst into, you’d dipped into the kitchen for a breather.

“Get lost, Dip?”

You gasped, startling at Danny’s unexpected voice right behind you. Turning your back to the counter you were leaning on, you met his gaze shyly. “Just needed… uh- needed a quick break,” you nervously chuckled, nodding towards the living room.

Danny smirked, stepping closer. You stepped back, your lower back meeting the counter. Your hands rested on the counter at your sides, and your breathing hitched as Danny took another step closer. “A break from them?” He cocked his head, his eyes falling down your body, shamelessly trailing them back up slowly. “Or a break from me?” His eyes met yours, something unreadable in his gaze.

You chuckled again, your eyes darting sideways nervously. “What- why would I need a break from you?” You feigned indifference, your hitching breath giving you away as he stepped closer still into your space.

Danny’s teasing smirk was sinful, his dark eyes drinking in your flustered state. “You tell me.” His body leaned forward, catching his weight on his hands as they planted on the counter at either side of you. His body caged you in, his broad chest and muscular arms trapping you in place. So much for escaping the tension.

Your eyes flickered between his, and before you could register enough to prevent it, they dipped down to his lips and back. Your heart thudded as you realized, and Danny’s smirk grew wider.

“I need to use the bathroom,” you blurted, ducking under his strong arm and practically running to said room. You didn’t dare turn to look at Danny before you clicked the door shut, locking it behind you. You faintly heard Josh and Sam bickering over lyrics as Jake continued to make up words to the song playing. None of it registered, though, and you heaved a sigh as you looked in the mirror. Your cheeks were pink, and you knew you hadn’t drunk enough to warrant it. You ran a hand over your forehead, mind racing.

What was that? Did he… was he going to make a move? Did he want to kiss you? You hoped so, but you also ran away. Why did you run away? As terrified as you were in the kitchen, now you were even more scared that Danny would get the wrong idea. You didn’t want him to stop whatever this was. His flirting was making a mess out of you, sure, but you were lying if you said you didn’t love it. You thought back over the last few days, smiling absently to yourself as you remembered similarly charged moments.

You were broken out of your thoughts by a body thudding into the door, startling you. A muffled grunt and more distant laughter told you one of the boys had walked right into the closed door, and you giggled as you opened it. Jake stumbled in, shaking off the collision and giving you a crooked smile and a salute. You patted the top of his head as you slipped out past him, letting him use the bathroom. “All yours, Jakey.”

“Thanks, love,” he slurred in his Oliver voice.

The hour hand on the clock returned to single digits before the boys called it a night, Jake’s girlfriend picking them up on her way home from her parents. The silence was jarring in the aftermath of the evening, but the quiet was the least of your concerns. After your rendez-vous with Daniel in the kitchen, he certainly didn’t seem put-off as you’d feared. If anything, he doubled down on the flirting. The rest of the night was full of hungry eyes, lingering touches, and delicious tension. After your self pep-talk in the bathroom, you forced yourself to return the attention. If he was going to play this game, then you were too. You were never inclined to let him get the best of you before. If this was a challenge, then challenge accepted.

When he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, you pressed your hand against his chest. If he whispered a joke in your ear, you were sure you bite your lip and giggle flirtatiously as possible. You made sure he caught you staring at him just as heatedly as he’d done to you. You were sure the boys hadn’t picked up your little game, but by the end of the night you could cut the tension with a knife. Danny seemed to pick up on your shift in attitude, and he lapped up your attention. It was adorably cute the way he puffed up with pride when you returned his PDA.

You leaned against the doorframe of the hallway watching Danny shut the door behind Jake as his girlfriend steered him drunkenly into her backseat with a muttered thanks. Danny nodded with a smile, exchanging goodnights before letting the door click shut. He turned and leaned his back against the door. His eyes rested on the floor for a moment, looking thoughtful, then locking eyes with you as his hand slid up to twist the deadbolt closed.

“Well this was a fun night,” you appraised softly, holding eye contact. Danny’s eyes quickly scanned your body, landing once more on your face.

His voice was buttery and deep as he replied, “It was, wasn’t it.”

He pushed off the door, slowly making his way towards you, his eyes on the floor, a small smirk tipping up the corners of his mouth. He stuck his thumbs in his jeans pockets, his shirt unbuttoned halfway at some point through the night, teasing you with glimpses of his chest. You drank him in, blushing when he paused a few steps in front of you and lifting his eyes to catch you staring.

You were expecting a teasing remark. You were not expecting him to quickly step forward and push you against the doorframe.

You gasped, blinking up at his face, his soft curls falling gently over his face. He towered over you, always did with your short stature. So close, he was so close to you, his warmth was threatening to melt you without even touching you. He gently lifted a hand to curl one callused finger under your chin, tilting up your face. He smirked once more, looking infuriatingly cocky as you blushed and held your breath. Confidence suited him deliciously.

“Danny…” you breathed. He leaned closer, “Hm?” Arrogant little shit.

He then caught your eye, and glanced upwards, nodding for you to look. Following his gaze, you spotted it. The fucking mistletoe you’d hung there this afternoon. It felt like a month ago to you now, and you cursed your past self as your eyes fell back to Danny’s.

His smirk shifted into a more bashful smile, and he searched your face for any sign of reluctance. “I’m not reading this all wrong, am I?” he whispered, his breath fanning against your face with his proximity.

His request for assurance gave you a boost of confidence, and you felt your lips quirking up in a playful smile. You gave him a challenging look, shrugging one shoulder. “You tell me,” you echoed his earlier words. Before he could process, you ducked quickly and took off towards the stairs with a giggle. He let out a surprised burst of laughter, and then he was hot on your heels. “Get back here, Y/N,” he growled playfully. You let out a manic little shriek of laughter, dodging the swipe of his hand as you climbed the stairs. “Make me,” you giggled.

You rounded the corner at the top of the stairs, seeing Danny getting closer behind you, and in your panic you giggled and ran down the upstairs hallway. You didn’t realize your mistake until you were already in the room at the end of the hall. The room that happened to be Danny’s bedroom.

Shit.

You whipped back around to face him, and he had the most shit eating smirk across his face. He crossed his arms over his chest smugly, and you couldn’t stop your eyes from dipping down to watch his forearms bulge. You inhaled shakily, and Danny’s smirk only got cockier.

“Danny…” you breathlessly giggled, nerves coloring your tone, “we can talk about this.”

The smug fucker bit his lip, pushing off the door frame and shifting his weight, examining you. He took a step closer, straightening out to his full height.

“I don’t think I want to talk,” he practically purred, his voice smooth and deep in his chest. With each step he took forwards, you took one backwards, the spark between you threatening to catch any second. You held eye contact until the back of your knees hit the edge of his bed, when everything suddenly moved in superspeed. You stumbled, beginning to fall back, and Danny swooped forward. When your eyes blinked open, you were pressed on your back against his soft comforter, and your best friend’s arms supported his weight on either side of your head. You were caged in, and Danny was on top of you. He quickly crawled over your body, straddling your hips as he balanced on his knees.

Then you were letting out short shrieks of laughter as his fingers relentlessly danced into your ribcage. “Sweet revenge,” he cackled, mercilessly tickling you without pause as you helplessly thrashed beneath him.

“DANNY PLEASE- I’m begging youuuu!” you squealed. His eyes lit up, “I like the sound of that. Go on, beg me,” he goaded, moving his hands to your tummy, your ultimate weakness. Your laughter was silent now with a tear streaking down your cheek. You mouthed, “please, please please please stop-“

His smirk reappeared, flooding the space between your legs with warmth, as his fingers stilled against your sides and his warm breath still smelling of the hot chocolate with Baileys from earlier puffed gently near your face.

You grinned shyly as you panted, blushing as you met his flirtatious gaze. “Hi,” you giggled quietly, drinking in his beauty up close, his curls falling from behind his ear to tickle your cheek. He leaned down even closer, his lips millimeters from yours as he breathed, “Hey.”

You heard his breathing falter, and drawing out the delicious tension even farther, you lifted your hips off the mattress and ground gently against his. He let out the sweetest little soft moan, those long dark eyelashes fluttering and his lips curling up in surprise.

“Tease,” he softly joked, closing the distance. His lips pressed down into yours in the sweetest kiss you’d ever had. Your eyes fluttered shut as you kissed him back eagerly, his lips warm and insistent against yours. Your heart pounded as your hands slipped up to hold both sides of his face, soft and so real under your touch. He sighed quietly, tilting his head more to deepen the kiss, your hands slipping into his curls as he parted his lips. Your tongues met in a gentle, brief swipe.

You moaned, and Danny’s hands slid up your sides slowly, hesitantly smoothing over your chest and delicately cupping your neck. Your nipples hardened under your shirt at his brief touch, and as you whimpered needily as Danny pulled away slowly.

His dark lashes fluttered open, meeting your eyes with his mossy warm ones. You gave him a shy smile, which he adorably returned, for the first time a light blush colouring his cheeks. “God, your smile,” he whispered.

Your stomach erupted with butterflies as your eyes took in every detail of his face. “Your everything,” you whispered back. Danny smiled brightly, his perfect nose crinkling endearingly. “What, you think I’m cute or something?” he teased as he continued to examine your face.

You blushed. “Danny,” you groaned, giggling. His smile widened further, as he pried your hands off your face. “Oh you DO, don’t you,” he sang, leaning down again and rubbing that nose you admired all the time against yours playfully. “You’ve got a crush on me.”

You smiled wide, quickly ducking your head up and kissing his nose.

“Of course I do,” you said quietly, looking down shyly. “How could I not.”

Then his lips pecked yours, making you glance up at him again, another wave of butterflies taking over as he flashed that blinding smile. “You’re stunning, baby,” he said softly.

You poked his cheek gently, smiling, falling back to teasing “Baby, huh? I like that better than Dip,” you giggled. He nodded, giving you a heartstoppingly warm smile.

He grunted softly, leaning up on his haunches, stretching out of the uncomfortable position. You giggled, “Relax, grampa.” Danny shot you a playful glare, and you batted your eyelashes innocently.

His smirk turned a shade darker. Without a word, he easily pushed the palm of his hand between your breasts and shoved you down flat against the bed. You gasped at his strength, the effortlessness of his action getting you flustered again.

He came down on his elbow beside you, leaning slightly over your body. “What was that?” he feigned ignorance, teasing you.

You ignored his teasing, simply gazing up at the boy above you, slightly breathless. “Kiss me again.”

Danny’s eyes met yours, the humor dropping from his smile, but stretching equally as wide. He cupped your cheek gently, brushing his nose against your cheek. “Gladly,” he whispered. He pressed his lips to yours softly, but it was torturously brief. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him back to you quickly, and he chuckled against your lips, pulling away again. “What’s the matter?” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes, “I’m trying to make out with you and you won’t let me,” you pouted.

He giggled at your whiny tone, running his finger down the tip of your nose. “You’re cute when you’re needy.”

Shooting him a faux glare, you retorted, “and you’re a tease!”

He cocked his head, looking far too pleased with himself. “A tease? How am I teasing you, baby?” he questioned, and his hand cascaded down your side as he spoke. You hoped he didn’t feel you shiver under his touch.

Suddenly a bit breathless, you struggled to hold his gaze. “You’re- you keep…” You trailed off as his hand slid lower, grabbing a fistful of your ass, his eyes darkening. Your eyes darted back and forth between his, and you breathed, “don’t look at me like that.”

He nudged your nose with his, brushing your lips featherlight over yours. “Like what?”

“Like you want to fuck me.”

You watched his eyes squeeze shut, and his jaw clenched under your gentle hold. When they met yours again, his pupils took up most of his eyes, nearly black.

He whispered against your lips, “and what if I do?”

You whimpered quietly, lacing your hand into his soft curls, trying to pull him closer. “Then we’d have one more thing in common.” Your breathing shook slightly at your admission, hoping he’d just hurry up and do it.

Danny nipped your bottom lip gently, still not giving in and kissing you. He tried to suppress the nerves that laced his deep rumble. “You…” he swallowed, “you want me to fuck you?”

Your breath hitched, not expecting it to be that hot coming out of his mouth. “Danny please.”

Finally his lips crashed into yours, needy hot kisses overtaking your senses. He moaned softly into the kiss, his hand on your ass kneading and gripping. His other hand snaked under your neck to wrap around your shoulders, rolling you on top of him before you could blink. You quickly straddled his waist, whimpering softly and slipping your tongue into his mouth to taste him again. You lowered your hips, grinding gently into his steadily hardening erection, both of you letting out shaky moans into the kiss. You mumbled against his mouth, “Fuck Danny, you didn’t tell me you were so big,” you accented with another, firmer grind.

He gripped your hips tightly, gritting his teeth. “Christ,” he hissed, “Not something you mention to your best friend,” he smirked.

You bit your lip, sitting up enough to run your hands down his hot chest, pulling up the hem of his shirt. “I wanna be so much more than friends, baby.”

Danny tensed slightly, and you quickly looked up from your hands, eyes widening as your words sunk in. You held your breath, waiting for his reaction.

He searched your face, quietly confirming, “You mean that?”

You blushed, but shyly nodded, toying with his shirt.

Danny’s lips turned up in the corners, “You wanna be my girlfriend?” he asked gently.

You bit your lip, fighting a wide smile and failing. “Of fucking course, boyfriend,” you giggled softly.

His smile doubled, and he grabbed you by the neck, pulling you down for an excited kiss. You both smiled like idiots as you kissed over and over, excitement soon turning into neediness.

Your hands migrated under his t shirt, and you smoothed your palms up across his chest. Thumbs swiping over his tight nipples, you took his soft gasp as your cue to start kissing down the sharp jawline you loved so much.

You tugged gently on his earlobe with your teeth, and his grip on your hips moved up under your shirt, caressing your sides. “Shit,” he whispered breathily, giving your middle a gentle squeeze, as though reassuring himself that he wasn’t dreaming. The thought made you smile as you worked down his gorgeous neck. His quick inhale let you know you’d found a good spot, and you sucked lightly, nipping at the skin where his neck met his collarbones. The most delectable whimper resonated under your hands, and you moaned softly at his response.

“Fuck, Danny, you’re so hot,” you whined, lips still pressed to his neck. He muffled a groan, tucking his lip under his teeth. You stuck your tongue out, flattening it and licking the sensitive skin before kissing a trail back up. His hands roamed as you explored his neck, first caressing your hips and ribcage, then slowly getting braver and slipping his fingers under the band of your bra. You smirked against his cheek, kissing the corner of his mouth before pulling back. He looked adorably flustered, blinking up at you with his brows furrowed. You toyed with the hem of your shirt, seated over his firm bulge.

He swallowed, gently pushing your hands away. “Let me… can I take this off?” he asked.

Nodding with a warm smile, your vision was briefly obscured as he lifted your top up over your head. You relished in the way his breath hitched.

“Fuck me,” he breathed, his large hands coming up to cup and tentatively squeeze your breasts through your bralette.

You sighed at his touch, watching his reaction to you. It suddenly occurred to you that this was really, finally happening, and though slightly nervous, you were primarily just relieved and excited. You bit your lip, catching his eye, and you shared a shy smile, a wordless check-in. You didn’t need to verbalize it, you knew he was feeling the same way.

Your boyfriend.

You reached behind you and quickly unhooked your bra clasp, letting it fall away before his heated eyes. A small, choked whimper left his lips and his hands returned to your now bare breasts, squeezing with a little more confidence, even swiping those callused thumbs over your nipples, eliciting a shiver.

“Jesus Christ,” he breathed, looking like his heart was about to stop. You bit back a laugh, leaning forward, his hands pressing more firmly into your chest. His eyes followed his hands through the angle change, pressing them together momentarily, then tugging and twisting ever so gently at your nipples. You let out a slightly too loud moan, but Danny was only fueled by it. He leaned up, honestly an impressive show of core strength, flicking his tongue up over your nipple and sucking into his perfect lips. Only then did his eyes dart up to yours, looking you in the eye as he sucked at your breast.

So much for composure.

Your head tossed back and you whined, lacing your fingers into his curls. “Yesss, Danny fuck,” you ground into him once more, anything to get relief from the ache between your legs. His erection hit that perfect spot, your eyes fluttering shut.

He pulled back with a wet kiss, laying back and lifting his arms as you tore his shirt over his head. You immediately leaned down, kissing over his pecs as your hands ran down his soft, muscular tummy. You smiled mischeviously as your thumbs brushed that delicious dark trail of hair under his belly button, remembering all the sweet little fantasies that tortured you at night. Til now, anyway.

You lifted your head, tracing one finger down that trail. Danny bit his lip, watching your finger slip lower, dipping under the button of his jeans. You popped it open before meeting his gaze questioningly, with a quirk of your eyebrow. He shot you a cheeky smile, reaching down to tug his zipper down.

You grinned, “Oh, eager are we?”

He chuckled, gently placing your hand back in place over his lower abdomen. “Babe, I’ve been fantasizing about this for ages, I’m amazed I have this much self control.” His chest rumbled with the lustful depth of his voice, sending a wave of arousal southward.

“You fantasized about me?” Your question was accompanied by a teasingly light caress of his bulge over his black boxers. Danny swallowed harshly, nodding. “Yeah, did you?”

“God, yes.”

He smirked at your answer, his abs tightening from his inability to buck his hips into you. “What did you think about?”

You blushed, despite straddling his thighs with your tits out, and smiled. “You tell me first,” you giggled.

He smiled, laying his head back into the pillow, looking at the ceiling. His cheeks coloured pink, and he chuckled. “I imagined pretty much everything with you, Dip.”

You rolled your eyes affectionately at the nickname, but ignored it. “What exactly, baby, cmon, details.” You teased your finger absently down the length of his prominent bulge, barely hard enough for him to feel it, but he twitched under you nonetheless.

He swallowed a whimper, still looking at the ceiling, not at you. “I… um…”

You scooched down the bed some, slowly making your way between his denim clad thighs. You rested your hands on them, squeezing the muscle. “If you tell me, I’ll do it,” you cooed teasingly. His jaw clenched above you, and you smiled.

“Your mouth,” he strained, “sucking me.” He looked down at you finally, and his eyes were two shades darker. Your breath hitched, from both his words and the feral look on his face.

“Fuck that’s hot,” you whispered. He bit his lip hard, his eyes dipping slightly down from your eyes to his straining cock, still half contained in his jeans. You followed his gaze, running your hands up his thighs, brushing over him and tugging his jeans down. His hips lifted off the bed to help you wiggle the tight denim off. You tossed them behind you and kissed his thigh. You palmed over his length and whimpered softly at the size of him.

“Fuck Danny, I’ve never sucked a dick this big before,” you whined hungrily, squeezing him. He was girthy too, and so warm. Danny groaned, his jaw hanging open slightly, and you couldn’t help it. You’d wanted to tease him, but you needed to taste him too badly. You tugged his boxers down his hips, and watched as his length was slowly unveiled like a delicious christmas present, inch by inch uncovered until his cock bobbed freely.

He watched your face with a smug, yet bashful smile. “You know, you’re fucking torturing me.” You hummed questioningly, feigning innocence. “So close, and that innocent look on your face,” he continued lowly. You looked up, smirking and leaning down closer.

You spoke close enough to him that he could feel your breath against him, “Poor baby, you want this pretty cock sucked?”

His jaw dropped, and he groaned quietly, nodding. “Please,” he breathed.

Leaning down, you let your lips graze his velvety tip, “God, I can’t wait to taste you,” you murmured, pressing a kiss against his head.

He whimpered, “Please, please, fuck I- OHHhh-“ his voice cut off into a low moan as you brought his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around him slowly before sucking gently. Your hand wrapped firmly around the base of him, giving him a few gentle strokes.

You hummed into him, your eyes fluttering shut at the salty taste of his precum. He tasted as delicious as he looked, curls a wild mane around his head as he succumbed to pleasure. His chest rose and fell rapidly, not from exertion, but lust. “Oh my god, yes, fuck, ohhh,” he mindlessly praised, his hand coming to hold your hair away for you. Your eyes crinkled in a smile around him, and you flicked your tongue gently over his frenulum. Danny choked out a slurred plea, “Fuck, ohh, mmm, god yes,” his hand in your hair tugging gently as his fist clenched. “Fucking suck me,” he growled.

You moaned into him, happily obliging, taking as much of him as you could into your mouth. You suctioned tightly, steadily bobbing your head. Danny’s head tossed back, and his hips jutted slightly into your mouth, nearly gagging you before he caught himself. You pulled off him for a gasp of air, and quickly jerked his length as you caught your breath.

He leaned up on his free elbow, watching you in awe, his lips parted in pleasure. “Holy shit,” he panted.

You gave him a bashful smile, “Good?” You didn’t wait for his answer to duck back down and suck on his tip, your hand still pumping him. He groaned, his eyes losing focus, “So fucking good, feels so good baby.”

Your eyelids drooped in lust at his words of praise. You never knew how much you’d get off on his pleasure, but you’d never been so horny in your life than hearing him losing his composure.

Before you could react, he was pulling you off him, a lewd wet noise echoing as he slipped out from your lips. He shuddered, pulling you up alongside him. His large, rough hands cupped your face as he kissed you furiously, earning a hungry moan and your hands wrapping around his broad shoulders. He took the chance to roll you onto your back, and he swung his leg over in between yours as the makeout continued. Your eyes rolled back under your closed lids, feeling him poking your stomach, the muscle in his shoulders and back flexing. You momentarily admired your new boyfriend’s strength and masculinity. He sloppily but enthusiastically trailed open-mouthed kisses down your neck, and you once more treated yourself to a fistful of his silky soft curls. “Fuck, baby, want you so bad,” you whined, arching your neck into his mouth.

He chuckled darkly, sinking his teeth gently into your shoulder before licking over the spot. “So fucking hot,” he growled into your collarbone, scooching lower to squeeze your breasts and suck your nipple between his lips, popping them as he glanced up at you darkly, “what do you want, now?” His smirk was gonna be the death of you.

You tried to gently push his head lower, but he raised up off your body, “ah ah ah, use that sweet little voice and tell me what you need.”

You shut your eyes, stifling any embarrassment in favor of losing yourself in the moment. “Want you to play with my pussy, want your mouth all over me,” you blurted softly.

Danny’s jaw clenched, despite the dark smirk overtaking his face. “Good fucking girl.”

He hastily popped open your pants, tugging them down past your knees, and pulling your knees apart with his hands roughly, leaving only your visibly damp panties between his hungry eyes and your aching core. He huffed a desperate sigh out of his nose, biting his lip hard as his brows knit. “Fuck, baby,” he slid his right hand from your knee down your inner thigh, watching his own hand rest at the crease of your thigh, and he extended his thumb to brush lightly over the little damp patch of fabric.

You were clenching around nothing, watching him hovering above you torturously, taking his sweet time teasing you. “Touch me, Danny,” you whined.

He pushed his thumb against your clit with more pressure, smirking up at your face as you gasped. “You’re so desperate for me, aren’t you, sweet girl?”

You nodded, bucking against his thumb for more friction, but he quickly withdrew his hand. “Dannyyyy,” you huffed, causing him to actually chuckle at your frustration. He stood up from the bed, his throbbing cock bobbing tantalizingly as he leaned over you, kissing you far too sweetly for the moment. “Need to grab something,” he murmured against your lips, pecking them again and shooting you a wink as he turned and walked out. You took the opportunity to ogle his perfect ass as he left, biting your lip. Bastard.

He quickly returned with his hands behind his back and a smirk on his face.

You eyed him suspiciously, unable to contain the crooked smile. “Whatcha got there?”

He shrugged, walking over to the bed and crawling over you once more, both of you sharing giddy smiles as he crawled up to kiss you again. You felt his arm move above your head, and you reluctantly pulled back, glancing above your head and dissolving into giggles.

He gave you the goofiest grin, and he was holding a sprig of mistletoe above your heads. “What, it’s christmas,” he giggled.

You shook your head, affectionately cupping his cheeks as you laughed. “You are unfairly adorable, y’know that?”

He shrugged coquettishly. “Glad you think so,” he playfully replied. “Now, where was I…” he pretended to think, then narrowed his focus back to your eyes. “Oh right, unwrapping my christmas present.” He winked, and you giggled, blushing.

He crawled down your body, kissing down your chest and tummy, and your giggles quickly morphed into sighs and whimpers as he teased along the waistband of your panties. His teeth picked up the band, letting it snap against your skin.

You couldn’t resist. “Have you been a good boy, Danny?”

He smirked up at you through his lashes. He pressed that gorgeous strong nose against your covered clit and kissed the damp patch. “I’m feeling pretty naughty right now, baby girl.” His tongue poked out, licking at it lightly. You whimpered, bringing your hands up to cup your breasts.

He kissed your clit again, then hooked his fingers into the waistband. “Do I still get my present?” he teased, voice rumbling deeply.

You swallowed your moan, “Being nice is overrated anyway.”

With your nod, he slipped your underwear down your legs, smoothing his hands down your thighs as he did. Once they were off your ankles, he slowly laid flat on his stomach between your legs, looking up at you smugly.

You held eye contact with him, feeling faint with desire as his lips drew nearer to your slit.

Then, the mistletoe reappeared as he dangled it in front of his face, right above your core, and he shot you a far-too-smug wink, leaning down and kissing both of your soft pussy lips slowly.

You shivered, whimpering as you leaned up to watch him. His eyes were now glued to your lower half, and he dropped the sprig of fake mistletoe, holding his weight on one elbow and bringing his free hand up. He dipped between your lips with his thumb, spreading you open with your glistening juices, and gliding the digit up to circle your clit torturously slow. His eyes were black with desire, his jaw hanging slightly open.

He lowered his head, spreading you open with his fingers and planting a gentle kiss to your clit. You gasped, and anticipating your reaction, he held your hips down before you could buck your hips. “You gonna be a good girl?” he growled.

You nodded quickly, biting your lip hard. He smirked, “Yeah? Gonna let Daddy taste you?” he leaned down again, holding eye contact as his pink tongue poked out, barely flicking against your clit.

You threw your head back with a whine. “Please, fuck, I need you.”

He exhaled slowly against your slit, “You have no idea,” he breathed, finally flatting his tongue and lapping against your clit languidly.

Your moan was embarrassingly loud, but you didn’t even notice. The edging and anticipation had you incredibly sensitive, and his tongue made fireworks go off behind your closed lids. “Danny-“ you gasped, his lips sucking your clit into his mouth, rhythmically sucking and licking, “AH- Yes, shit…”

He hummed in satisfaction, continuing to tongue at your clit, his free hand slipping between your legs beneath his chin. He paused for just long enough to ask, “Fingers?”

You whimpered, “Yes, fuck, please Danny.”

He slid one long rough digit smoothly inside, returning to lap at your clit lazily as his finger began pumping in and out. He groaned roughly into you, delicious vibrations lighting up your nerves. You moaned, bucking against his face, his nose brushing your clitoral hood. You could feel him breathing through his nose, his shaky but steady breaths proving the depth of his focus on your pleasure.

He sucked your clit into his mouth again, holding it there with gentle suction as he withdrew his finger, adding a second as he slipped back in. You cried out, unable to resist gripping his hair tightly. Calling his name desperately, you felt your orgasm growing, spurred on by his wet enthusiastic oral skills and the perfect curl of his fingers massaging your G spot.

“D-Don’t fucking stop- oh god, please,” you babbled, so fucking close, humping his face at this point. Danny flattened his tongue, letting you use him to ride out your high as he fucked you with his fingers. You felt movement, and glancing down, you saw him grinding his hips against the bedspread. He moaned into you, and the feral sounding noise combined with the sight of him fucking into the bed as he ate you out sent you hurtling over the edge.

You hoarsely cried out his name, whimpers and moans and swears filling the room as your hips ground into his face greedily. Your thighs clenched around his face through your high, and he groaned hoarsely. Danny’s tongue slowed, his fingers withdrawing as you began to twitch and jolt from overstimulation. He panted, his eyes fluttering shut as he caught his breath. You looked down at him breathlessly, licking your lips.

After a moment he refocused on you, offering a small smile. “That was so fucking sexy,” he chuckled.

You blushed, smiling and admiring him. “…You’re a God,” you giggled. Now it was his time to blush, grinning up at you bashfully.

He lifted himself up on all fours, making his way up your body. “You certainly seem to think so, the way you were calling my name,” he mumbled smugly. You rolled your eyes playfully.

His lips on yours erased any chance of a witty reply, though. He sucked and nibbled at your bottom lip, kissing you deeply. You felt him leaning some of his warm weight on your body, and you hitched your leg up on his hip. As his weight shifted, his achingly hard length slipped from your thigh to rest along your slit. He gasped shakily against your lips at the sensation, and you chased his lips, hungrily kissing him. “Don’t make me wait any longer baby,” you whispered, lifting your hips to let his cock slip easily through your folds.

He grunted softly, “You want me to fuck you? Huh?” he goaded raspily.

You nodded quickly with a whimper, making eye contact as he lifted his head. “Danny please, need you baby.”

His brows furrowed tightly. “Jesus,” he breathed. “Gonna make you cum so hard, wanna make you feel so good.” Your soaked slit coated him as he steadily slipped back and forth through it, wet noises echoing lewdly.

Finally, he slipped a little lower, his tip catching on your entrance and with a slow push of his hips, he sheathed himself inside you inch by glorious inch.

Your eyes rolled back, “Oh fuck, Danny…”

He groaned, mumbling under his breath. “So fucking tight, so perfect, take me so well.”

You lifted your hips to meet his, both of you working together to meet a steady fluid rhythm. His hips, ever steady like the drummer he was, effortlessly catching on that sweet spot inside. You lost yourself in the unbelievable feeling, wrapping your legs around his hips and your arms around his shoulders. He leaned downwards, capturing your lips in a furiously passionate kiss, ramping up the intensity of his thrusts. You cried out pathetically, your tongue wrestling with his.

“So fucking good for me,” he panted, his hands moving to grip your hips. He roughly pulled you down, slamming into you harder. The slapping of skin and moans filled the quiet room, both of you far too lost in ecstasy to fully notice.

Danny’s hand migrated inwards, his thumb finding your clit and circling it, rubbing in time with his hips. You instantly felt yourself growing hotter and clenching around him, making him cry out and fuck into you faster. “Fuck baby, I’m so close, you gonna be good and cum for me?” His desperate, rough voice pushing you even closer.

You nodded weakly, your brows tipping up in the center of your forehead as you whined, “Yessss, Danny please, so close, make me cum…”

His thumb circled you faster, his hips beginning to falter in their thrusts. “Oh- ah, fuck-“ he gasped, his cock twitching inside you, and you felt yourself shoved over the edge.

You barely registered it, but you screamed his name, scratching your nails mercilessly down his strong back as he fucked you both through it. His warm release pooled inside you, making you see stars. “Yes, yesyesyesyes,” you moaned incoherently.

Danny’s jaw hung loosely, his eyes glued to you as you came down, the most awe-inspiring thing he’d ever witnessed. He slowed his thrusts, wincing slightly as he gently pulled out of you. You let out a soft, fucked-out whine under your breath, and he smiled brightly through the post sex fatigue. He laid beside you, his arm under your neck pulling you by your shoulders to curl into his side.

You nuzzled your head into his neck with a satisfied hum, a lazy smile breaking out on your face. Your fingers splayed across his chest, drawing lazy shapes on his skin as you caught your breath. He was the first to break the contented silence.

“Best. Christmas. Ever.”

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uvobreakmylegs · 2 years

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Change in Plans

wasn’t planning on posting this one but after reworking some parts i figured what the hell

Warnings: fem!reader, death, blood, gore, graphic depictions of violence, kidnapping, smut, noncon, spitting

Word count: 5.9k

When Uvogin left the bar, he was only stumbling a little, the alcohol in his system leaving him pleasantly buzzed, but nowhere near the point of feeling the need to puke his guts out. That would only spoil the ending of his night, something he'd rather not have.

Ideally he'd end the night by picking a fight and bashing some poor bastard's head in.

And given Uvo had found himself in the middle of some college town, he was hoping that it wouldn't be too hard to end the night that way. There had to be a decent amount of college shitheads out and about who were even more drunk than he was and would eagerly respond in the way he wanted if he were to throw out the correct insults. Alcohol often emboldened people, and even though Uvo typically towered over the majority of the population, cheap booze in the system would have his opponents thinking they could take him on as they drunkenly decided they needed to teach him a lesson. Even more so if there was a group of them; people often thought they had the advantage with numbers, and that made it even more satisfying when he would inevitably rip them into shreds, watching as smug expressions slipped off their faces to be replaced with horror and panic when they saw what he could do. And when those people would realize that they were horribly outmatched they would try to run.

Uvo used to be annoyed by that, but he'd found that hunting those people down as they drunkenly stumbled over their own feet while they tried to get away from him was satisfying in its own way.

So he kept his eyes open for any groups of men that looked like they could be easily agitated, thinking of what insults might be best to use depending on who he came across.

He didn't encounter any such group, however.

But he did spot you.

At first glance, Uvogin wasn't interested in you; you looked weak and wouldn't put up any sort of good fight even if he did manage to provoke you. And given that you were clearly sober and looked as though you were walking back home after getting off of a late work shift, the chances of you doing anything other than just avoid him entirely were slim to none.

No. For a fight, you weren't anything worthwhile.

And Uvo was going to leave it at that. He had fully intended on forgetting about you completely as he went off in search of a fistfight.

But for some reason, he looked back at you one more time.

Perhaps it was because of the alcohol in his system, but as he glanced at you, he was struck by a sudden thought:

Him grabbing you as he pushed you up against the wall of the building, holding your arms above your head with one hand while he used the other to rip open the zipper on your pants. You would struggle and cry out as he forced your pants and your underwear down to your ankles, ignoring your attempts to escape, as feeble as they were. When he stuck his digits into you was when you let out a sharp gasp and you trembled as he began to stretch you out. And from that point, it wouldn't be too long until he could shove his dick into your tight pussy.

Uvo's mouth suddenly went dry at the thought and he felt the stirrings of heat growing in his lower gut. It was unexpected, actually, just how quickly he went from wanting to fight to wanting to hold you down and fuck you. Go in raw and give you a pounding that would leave you sore for days. Cum inside as many times as he pleased and leave your cunt swollen and dripping with his seed.

He liked that thought. He liked it a lot.

Uvogin did a complete 180, turning around and following you while you went about your business, completely unaware of the giant who was watching your every movement, just waiting for the right moment so he could snatch you up and do whatever he wanted with you. With every step he took as he followed you from across the street a new idea popped into his head, things he could do, positions he could try.

You looked to be such a sweet, soft thing, and you had absolutely no idea what he had in store for you.

The both of you had walked several blocks, passing by the bar Uvo had left not so long ago, and you still had no idea that he was following you.

It was only after you turned a corner that he crossed the street to follow more closely.

Only that he hadn't been paying attention to the road, causing a car that had been driving along to suddenly slam on the brakes. The driver followed that up with a long, loud honk of his car horn directed at Uvogin.

You noticed him then. You looked back when you heard the horn, and at first you didn't seem too worried when you saw him, seemingly assuming he was just a guy who had wandered out into the street. Nothing to alarming, though in your mind it could've been worse if the driver had ended up hitting him.

Uvogin had stopped when the car had hit the breaks, and when he heard the driver begin to yell at him for getting in front of him, he couldn't help but feel some annoyance. He wanted to focus on you and you alone as he followed after you. The jackass who was currently yelling at him wasn't welcomed in this scenario where only you and Uvo mattered (regardless of if he hadn't been paying attention when walking out into the street).

As the driver continued his tirade and you stood there, getting a bit more worried that the confrontation you were witnessing was going to become physical, Uvo sighed as he turned to the car.

Lifting one leg, he landed a solid kick to the front of it.

The damage was instant and extreme.

The front was completely crushed, the hood had warped, the glass of the windshield had cracked and the car itself was forced back several feet while the two front tires were blown out.

The driver wasn't yelling anymore. Or doing anything, for that matter. As Uvo looked through the cracked glass of the windshield, he saw that the driver was slumped over the wheel, blood dripping down from a wound on his head, though he couldn't quite tell if the man was dead or not.

Even after that, Uvo felt a little unsatisfied; he thought his kick would've done a bit more. Maybe that part was because of the alcohol that had him misjudging how much force to use. Under different circumstances, he would've gone over to make sure that the driver was dead, but at the moment he had other priorities.

Namely, you.

He found that you looked shocked when he looked back to you. Looking over the damage and trying to rationalize how one man could do that with a simple kick while also stepping forward, as if you intended to help the man in the car. But you stiffened when you noticed Uvogin looking at you, and your hands were grasping at the strap of your purse as you suddenly seemed terrified by the way he looked at you when your eyes met.

Uvogin grinned at you.

And then took a step forward.

The instant you saw him move you bolted, running away down the sidewalk as fast as you could.

A chase, huh? Sure, why not.

Although Uvo couldn't go running after you. It would be over too soon if he did that.

He chose to walk at a moderate pace, speeding up every once in a while just to make sure you were never out of his line of sight completely. It guaranteed that every time you looked behind you, you would see that he was still there and you weren't making any progress in getting away from him. No matter how far you ran, no matter how many corners you turned in your attempts to lose him, he was always there every time you looked back, grinning back at you every time you saw him.

You were beginning to truly panic, and though there was still a distance between the two of you, Uvo could see the tears that had begun to well up.

The chase itself had begun to make his dick hard, but the sight of you ready to burst into tears had his cock pressing against the material of his shorts. Fuck, he wanted you. Time to end this. There were plenty of back alleys in the area, it seemed. Just need to close the distance, grab you and drag you off into one of those dark corners so he could fuck you to his heart's content.

You rounded another corner, and he was determined that it would be the last one you'd disappear behind.

But what was unexpected was when he heard you cry out.

Followed by a man's voice that asked if you were okay.

When Uvogin reached that corner, he saw what had happened: an uneven piece of sidewalk had caused you to trip and you'd landed hard on the pavement. A man who'd been starting up his car had seen you and rushed to see if you were okay, leaving his car running and the driver's door wide open.

He'd been helping you back to your feet when Uvo came across you two, and you gripped the man's arm in fear.

“What's wrong?” the man asked you.

“He's chasing me.”

When the man looked to where you were pointing and saw Uvo standing there, the color drained from his face. And then the disgust grew when he caught sight of the bulge in Uvo's shorts. It didn't take much imagination to realize what was happening in this situation when putting all of the pieces together, and as the man looked back to you before his gaze went to Uvo again, it was clear that he didn't want to be involved with this scenario. He was stone-cold sober and didn't have any delusions of being able to fight off Uvogin for you.

That might make this easy, then.

Uvogin began to walk towards you, intending on picking you up and walking off with you. But the man protested when he began to move.

“Hey! Hey! Stop!” he yelled, “don't come any closer!”

“Why?” Uvo asked.

“Because you don't want to do this.”

“Really,” was Uvo's flat response. Did this guy really think he'd be able to talk him down?

The man had stepped away from where you were still sitting on the pavement, and with him between you and Uvogin, you attempted to scoot backwards only to stop immediately, the pain in your expression obvious. Evidently you'd managed to fuck up your ankle when you fell.

Something that worked out well for him.

The man had been speaking; what he'd been saying Uvo wasn't sure as he hadn't been paying attention, but the man shut up when Uvo interrupted him.

“Listen, this doesn't involve you,” he said, “but I'm not completely unreasonable, so I'm willing to overlook this. If you get into your car now and drive away, you get to keep your life and you can forget any of this happened.”

The color in the man's face somehow managed to drain even further when Uvogin mentioned “keeping his life”. The man looked back to you, only to find that tears were running down your cheeks as you shook your head at him.

“Please,” you began, “please don't. Don't leave me with him.”

That was a little surprising to Uvogin. You remembered what had happened to that other guy, right? Were you so desperate to get away from him that you were willing to throw this guy's life away? That was pretty selfish of you.

Not that Uvo minded much.

The moral compass that drove the man remained strong, because when he looked back to Uvogin, he shook his head.

“I-I can't do that,” he said, stuttering a bit.

Uvogin shrugged.

“Okay.”

With that, Uvogin brought his fist down on the man's skull.

There was a dent in his head when he pulled his hand away. Like a portion of his skull had caved in on itself, and blood, teeth and brain matter cascaded down over his clothes as the strength behind his blow had forced them out.

A blow like that should've done more, too, he thought to himself. Ideally, the entire head would've been gone after a blow like that. The booze was fucking him up again.

Oh well.

The man's body stayed standing for a few moments before it fell, crumbling into a heap before him.

The horror and guilt upon seeing what had happened was clear on your face as Uvo saw you trying not to throw up, and then you tried to get away again, though the instant you attempted putting any weight on your ankle you immediately fell back down and were forced to pull yourself by your arms across the pavement.

A desperate attempt to get away that even you needed to know wouldn't work.

He didn't need to run when he followed this time, choosing instead to walk at a leisurely pace until he reached you and easily scooping you up off the ground and into his arms. You began to scream when he put his hands on you, and while Uvo could easily deal with anyone that tried to come to your aid, he really wanted to get on with fucking you.

He carried you back over to where the man's body lay, and upon realizing where he was taking you, you shut up. Your hands went back up to your mouth and you shut your eyes as tightly as you could, tears still streaming down your face.

“Listen, sweetheart,” he whispered to you, “I have no issue killing people, and as you've seen twice now, it's pretty easy for me to do. So unless you want even more people dying because of you, you're gonna do as I tell you and stop fighting me, got it?”

You didn't answer him. The only thing that left your mouth was a broken sob.

Uvo grabbed you by your face and forced you to look at him as he gruffly repeated his order.

Your eyes were wide and full of terror, but you gave him a small nod.

“Good girl,” he purred.

It was clear that you hadn't liked hearing him say that to you, but there wasn't anything you could do about it. And especially not when he opened up the back door of the man's car and virtually tossed you inside.

Originally he'd planned on just fucking you for a bit and then leaving you wherever, but after the stunt of getting that guy involved, Uvo decided that he'd hold onto you for a few days as punishment. Maybe longer if he decided that he liked you enough.

And now that he'd killed someone, it seemed like a good idea to leave the immediate area.

After throwing you inside, he paused only in order to grab your purse, throwing it to the other side of the street. Now there wouldn't be much you could do if you actually did manage to get away since you no longer had a phone or wallet.

Though he didn't anticipate anything like that happening. Not with your ankle being in that state.

The driver's seat was cramped for his size, even when he set the seat back as far as possible. Although that had been anticipated, but it reminded him why he hated driving so much.

But it was worthwhile to do it. And as he started up the engine, he adjusted the rear-view mirror so he could watch you in the back seat. You were still crying, your arms wrapped around yourself as you rocked back and forth, no doubt trying to keep your composure.

Cute.

Soon enough Uvogin was speeding his way out of the college town, sideswiping several cars and nearly causing a few accidents. When the car reached a more residential area, he hit at least two mailboxes. Nobunaga would've been bitching up a storm if he'd been in the car with you two, Uvo thought.

At one point you'd gone and fastened your seat belt, and you were currently holding onto one of the handles on the ceiling for dear life. Clearly you were convinced you were most likely to die in a car accident in that moment.

Still, another look at you in the rear view mirror, and he felt the blood rushing to his dick again. He needed you.

Now.

Uvo spotted a turn on a road that was more dirt than road that he quickly took, and after following it for a bit, he brought the car to a stop in an area that was overlooked by a bridge. Given the hour and location, Uvo doubted that there would be too many who would interrupt you two. He might just need to keep an ear out for any police sirens.

When he opened the back door up again, you were firmly pressed against the other end of the backseat, as though you thought keeping out of his reach would be enough to save you.

It'd be easy enough to grab you and pull you out, but Uvo thought of something else.

“You goin' back on our agreement already?” he asked.

Your eyebrows furrowed until you realized what he meant. Then you looked away, frowning, but your shaky hand was moving down to the seat belt, and he heard the click of the button as you unfastened it.

“Good girl,” he told you again, “come on out.”

You obeyed, although you did so at a snail's pace, slowly scooting your way across the seats, still not wanting to be anywhere near him but not wanting anyone else to die because of you.

It was good enough, he figured, and when you were close enough for him to reach without him needing to get into the car himself, he grabbed you and pulled you out by the arm.

You yelped as he hoisted you up, and another cry left your lips when he took you and slammed you down onto the hood of the car. The second time you cried out there was a bit more pain in your voice. He must've slammed you down with a bit more force than he was intending. He'd need to try and be aware of how much of his strength he was using. It'd all be a waste if you ended up dying because he held you a bit too hard.

But thoughts like that were pushed to the back when he found himself trying to recreate a little bit of the fantasy he'd been hit by when he first saw you; taking both of your wrists into one hand and holding them over your head, he grabbed at your pants and tore them down the middle. You cried out again and tried to escape his grip. This time Uvo didn't really notice that you weren't doing as he'd told you; the giant was distracted by the need to strip you of anything that covered your lower half so he could finally see your pussy.

He ended up tearing your pants to shreds while you struggled and wailed. And when only your panties were left, he didn't even need to use an ounce of his strength to tear the flimsy fabric off of your form.

And when you were finally exposed to him, Uvogin felt his mouth go dry.

As his burning gaze focused on the soft folds of your cunt while you shivered from the sudden chill from the night air, he was overwhelmed with the need to pound into you like there was no tomorrow. To do the things he wanted when he first realized that he wanted you, but this time the feeling was ten times as strong as before.

He just wanted to wreck you completely.

You were pretty dry, though. Easy enough to fix, though his patience was starting to stretch thin when all he wanted was to force his way in with his dick.

He knelt down while still holding your wrists and spat on your cunt, and his saliva was then pushed in by his finger in an effort to lube you up.

You cringed at the feeling of him spitting on your pussy, and sobbed when he pushed his finger inside of you.

Ah, he wanted to eat you out. Stick his tongue inside and suck on your clit until you came all over his face, have you writhing in pleasure over him. Maybe with your hands tied up. That was a thought. To secure you somewhere so you wouldn't be able to get away from his mouth. Not that you'd be able to get away even if you weren't wearing them. But tying you up sounded fun.

Later, he told himself. He was going to keep you for a bit, so he could try that out later, when you two were further away and not at risk of getting caught.

Adding in a second finger made you whine, and when he began to use both digits to scissor your cunt you tried to get away again, this time kicking at him with your good leg and trying to push him away.

He noticed that, and while he was annoyed, he didn't want to waste anymore time on thinly veiled threats. It was just as easy to flip you over and grab your hair to force you face first into the hood of the car.

With the side of your face pressed up against the shiny steel, his fingers returned to your folds, pushing inside and picking up where they'd left off. Though not for too long. Uvo knew that if he denied himself for much longer he'd lose it. And even though he hadn't prepped you as much as he probably should have, you were still acting up. This would just be the consequence of not listening to him.

Pulling his fingers out, he slapped your pussy before he pulled down the waistband of his shorts. He heard the way you shrieked at that, but he barely noticed the way you tried to pull yourself across the hood of the car, your hands desperately sliding over the steel as you tried to grasp for anything, anything that you could use as some sort of leverage.

There was nothing, and Uvo sensed when it dawned on you that there truly was nothing you could do to stop this. All you could do was sit there and take it.

You glanced back at him, and you shuddered when you saw him stroking his erect cock. The size clearly intimidated you, and when he pushed the tip against your folds your eyes squeezed shut while your hands curled into fists.

Uvo was about to shove in when a thought came to mind.

“Oh yeah,” he said, “what's your name?”

You hadn't seemed to have expected that, and you looked back at him cautiously, but didn't answer.

“C'mon, tell me. I wanna know what name to yell out when I cum in you.”

“Please don't do that,” you whimpered.

“Don't do what?”

“Don't cum inside of me,” you said, “please. Not that.”

“I'll consider it if you tell me your name.”

After a few moments of staying quiet which you were likely using to determine if you could trust him on that or not, you reluctantly whispered your name.

“See? Not that hard,” Uvo said, giving you a light pat on your ass. You were biting your lip and sniffling when the tip of his cock was rubbed against your cunt.

“My name's Uvogin,” he then said, “I want to hear you say that at least once, okay?”

He didn't wait for any acknowledgment or answer to that. With a roll of his hips, the head popped into your pussy and his cock pushed your walls apart, forcing you to accommodate his thick length. He was only able to push himself in to a little bit more than halfway, but feeling your warm walls fitted around his cock was bliss, and he groaned.

Your reaction was less than enthusiastic.

You were whining the instant he began to push in, and your little noises turned into a much louder cry when he forced his dick inside. Your arms were moving again as your hands tried to find something to hold again. Not to attempt to pull away again, but just for something to hold onto. One of your hands ended up gripping the lip of the hood where it met the glass windshield, grasping onto it as best you could. All the while even more tears now streamed down your face, landing on the surface of the car while you sobbed against the hood.

Uvogin smirked at the sight.

He removed the hand that had been in your hair in favor of gripping you by your waist, and once he felt that he had achieved the best hold on you, he began to thrust in and out.

You felt amazing. A little bit tight, to be sure, but that would be fixed once he stretched you out enough. And once he had achieved that, he'd be able to bury his cock in to the hilt.

That thought had him speeding up a bit, much to your dismay.

The car you'd been bent over moved with every thrust of Uvo's hips, and you whimpered with every movement as you were harshly pushed against the solid surface again and again. You'd be sore and bruised after this for sure. Maybe not able to walk. That idea was amusing to Uvogin, though if he couldn't achieve that tonight, there was always the next day.

The quiet area beneath the bridge was filled with the sounds of Uvogin's groans, your cries of pain and the creaking of the car.

“I knew you were special,” Uvo told you.

By now he was able to fit more than just half of his dick, and his balls were just barely brushing your skin as they swung with every thrust of his hips.

“I wasn't originally planning on this, honestly,” he continued, “but after I looked at you for a little bit longer, I just needed to have you. Needed to have my way with your cute little pussy. Fuck, I'd have killed a hundred people if that was what I needed to just to get you. You're amazing, sweetheart.”

You turned your head to look at him, your eyes looking bleary as they were still filled to the brim with tears. He grinned at you.

“What, don't believe me? I can prove it,” he said, “you want that? Want me to go kill for you again? I'll do it.”

You shook your head.

“That's too bad. Maybe later, then.”

Finally, he was able to press into you up to the hilt, and when he felt his flesh against yours, he stopped, grinding against you in an effort to savor the moment. He rubbed your hips, pressing his fingers into your flesh in the hopes that those would leave bruises as well. The idea of marking you up completely was one that he liked. To leave as many marks and bruises as possible on your skin, so even when the soreness went away, you'd still be left with the physical evidence on your flesh of what he'd done to you.

A reminder to you that you were his.

Uvogin was so focused on that train of thought that he almost missed your voice.

“-did I do?”

“Hm? What was that?” he asked.

“Wh-what did I do?” you stuttered out, “what did I d-do to make you do this? Why.... Why are you doing this to me?”

Your questions made Uvo smirk, and he leaned over your back, his chest pressing against you as he put his mouth to your ear.

“You were there.”

He followed the statement up by nipping your ear and dragging his tongue over the bite after.

He began to thrust into you again, using more force than he had been previously as he pounded into your warm hole that accepted him far more easily now. You were wailing again, but this time more noises were coming out of your mouth, small squeaks and shrieks that sounded every time his balls hit your clit. You realized you were making those noises when he chuckled into your ear, causing you to bite your lip as you pressed your forehead down against the steel.

“Hide if you want; I still know you're beginning to enjoy this,” he whispered to you.

He saw you shake your head against the hood, though the way your voice was muffled and the warm slick that was beginning to build up in your pussy said otherwise.

Uvo stayed as he was; bent over on top of you, keeping you from moving at all while his cock pushed in and out of your womb. He was close. So, so close. Just a little bit more and he'd paint your walls white with his release. Just a little more....

He did just that when he felt your walls flutter and then clench around him, gripping his cock like a vice and making his vision white out for a moment. His seed pumped into you and filled you to the brim, and just as he had promised, he lifted up slightly so he could roar out your name as he came.

At the end of his high, he fell back down on you, breathing heavily against your neck while his arms wrapped around your stomach. You jolted a bit when he did that, but otherwise you remained still. Uvo kept his dick buried in your folds, and he felt some satisfaction at the feeling of his cum dripping out your hole and falling to the ground below.

“Y-you said.....” you began, “you said you wouldn't cum inside.”

Your head was still pressed against the hood and your body was trembling.

“I said I'd consider it. Never said I wouldn't do it,” Uvo corrected you.

He'd already cum, but upon seeing the way your body trembled, hearing your slightly worn-out voice and feeling the way your heat still enveloped his cock, he felt the blood rushing to his dick once more as he felt ready enough for a second round.

Uvogin pulled off of you in favor of turning you over onto your back.

“C'mon, sweetheart. Let's get a look at those tits.”

He was already ripping away at your shirt, tearing it apart with your bra following shortly after. At the sight of your breasts and perky nipples, he was overcome by the need to take them into his mouth.

Uvo did just that, sealing his lips over one of your nipples and sucking. You shrieked and tried to pull him off of you. He ignored your efforts, sucking and licking around the sensitive nub before pulling off and doing the same to the other one.

Out of your line of sight, he lowered his hand back down to where the two of you were connected, his fingers searching over your skin before he found what he was looking for: your clit.

He pressed down with the pad of his thumb-

And you moaned.

The noise surprised the both of you, Uvogin pausing the way he sucked on your breasts so he could lift his head up and get a look at your face.

You were horrified. Possibly even more so than when you'd witnessed the men from earlier get killed. You really had been in denial about the fact that you were enjoying this, huh?

“Glad you're finally being honest,” he said to you, rubbing his thumb over your clit.

That seemed to bring you out of your stupor, and suddenly you had fight in you again. You were pushing against him in whatever way you could, desperate to get him off of you. To get his dick out of you.

“Stop this, please!” you begged, “you got what you wanted! Leave me alone!”

He barely felt it when you hit him. Just as he'd expected when he had caught sight of you at the very beginning: no good in a fight.

“Please!” you cried, “please just stop!”

“Why? I've only gotten started,” Uvo answered. To drive that point home, he began to thrust shallowly, pushing the escaping cum back into you.

“Uvogin, please!”

That made him stop.

You had stopped hitting him in favor of grabbing at his shirt, your tear-stained face gazing up at him with a pleading look, desperately trying to appeal to his humanity as you begged for the assault to end.

He was mostly just surprised how much he enjoyed hearing you call out his name, as well as the feeling of your hands grasping at him as opposed to trying to push him away. The way you laid beneath him, your clothing in tatters, your skin sweaty and your eyes puffy from crying; all images that he wanted to keep engraved into his mind. And especially so when it came to the sight of his cock in your tight cunt and the way his release glistened in the low light.

Poor, sweet, weak little thing.

And you were all his, a fact proven by the state he had put you in.

Even if you didn't like it now, you'd run out of fight eventually.

Uvo began to circle his hips again as he thrust into you once more, much to your dismay. Much slower than his previous tempo, and one that seemed to more pleasurable for you. Your pleas for him to stop went ignored now as he was more interested in turning you into a fucked-out wreck, something he came closer to achieving every time he pressed or pinched your clit or when he would toy with your breasts. You were struggling to prevent your moans from sounding out, and more often than not, you failed to keep him from hearing them.

You switched back to hitting his chest. In response to that, Uvogin reached for your injured ankle and grabbed it with an excessive amount of force.

That made you scream. But when your mouth opened to cry out, Uvogin found himself focusing on your lips.

He leaned in to kiss you, sealing your lips with his and slipping his tongue in.

He let go of your ankle when your struggles ceased, and when he pulled back up, he saw that the brief bit of fight he'd pulled out of you was gone. Somehow you were still able to produce tears even after all this time, and as he worked towards his goal of making you cum on his cock while you trembled beneath him, you only asked him one thing.

“Why?”

Uvogin leaned back down to give a quick peck to your lips before he repeated his answer from before:

“You were there.”

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In His Shadow

Author's Note: A fun, personal project for one of my favorite clones. Finally a fic that I actually feel somewhat pleased with; It just seemed to work out well. I hope other people think the same, or at least enjoy it.

Summary: Sev has always been very purposeful in his gentleness towards you, but you don't want that this time.

Relationships: Sev/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Rough sex, Clothed sex, Alleyway sex, Quickies, Getting boned by a clone in full armor, Unprotected sex, Mentions of alcohol, Big meanie Sev has two modes

Word Count: 4368

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Sev has two sides.

He’s a romantic. You remember how surprised you'd been at that; How you'd read his messages to you that would be so heartfelt and dreamlike, telling you of pretty skylines on faraway planets and how he can still feel your touch on his skin. What he says could be at times be considered poetry in it's own unique way, sending them to you in the middle of the night when he’s just off the battlefield and the adrenaline was just starting to wear off, or when he's stuck on Kamino in the same routine since he was first popped from his pod.

Sev is also gruff. Cut off, quiet, to the point; Rough.

He rarely speaks a word at times, eyes always watching and thinking. Clone Commando training has sharpened him to a point, and leaves him stern, tight-lipped, and at times overprotective of the few things he loves.

You love both sides of him. You couldn’t get one without the other, and you wouldn’t want to in the first place.

But it would be wrong to say that you always want him to be a romantic. You love him, but you also wouldn’t mind if for a night, he didn’t handle you like you were a fragile figurine.

You know he can do it. You’ve seen glimpses of it, when he’s moments away from losing control, the edges fraying like a shoddy old rope about to snap. But he always manages to hold it together, to kiss your lips like it’s the first time, to gently cradle your neck instead of grabbing a fistful of your hair.

Maybe it just needs to be teased out of him. You know some of the things that make him hot under the collar, so you think you have the gathered up confidence to do so.

It helps that Sev is a little looser than he usually is tonight; Not by much, you don't think he'd ever let himself get plastered, but a good drink and some post deployment rest have made him just the tiniest bit more malleable. The same goes for the rest of his brothers, who sit at the same booth all relaxing over some drinks. Scorch and Boss have ordered the most by far, but no one is truly drunk yet.

You take a quick glance outward and note that the bar isn’t too busy; But the Deltas aren’t the only clones having been given a rare break from the war effort, so there’s still plenty of colored armor organized in batches throughout the bar.

The shinies will intermingle, but clones painted with the colors of a particular squad or battalion will usually stay within groups of their own. It's more so just familiarity than anything else, but it's something that's hard not to notice. The behavior is even more so common with the rare squads of Commandos who come in here or presumably other clone friendly bars, as they always stay with just their pod-brothers; And everyone else eager to stay away and let them do so.

It’s less so a suggestion and more a general rule of thumb; You don’t fuck with Commandos.

They are stronger, larger, and more antisocial. And when you pick a fight, you get the whole squad. Rarely do you deal with only one. As such, it’s not out of the ordinary for Clone Commandos to have bubbles around them, as many are too nervous to risk offsetting one of them. Rightfully so. And you aren't dealing with the usual training; Commandos are a whole 'nother level, at least according to troopers you've spoken to. Hell, one of them still thinks you have a screw loose for asking Sev out all those cycles ago.

Maybe you just have a thing for the odd ones.

“Come on, who wouldn't be confident in our flawless record?” Looking back across the table instead of staring off, you join back into the conversation. Scorch downs the last of his drink, and you’ve lost count of how many down he is now.

"I just think you all should keep being careful,” You look towards Fixer. “At least for Fixer’s sake. He has to deal with you lot the most.” He rolls his eyes, but hopefully for his sake they'll listen even a little bit. You'd like Sev to remain in one piece.

"Don't bother. They'll never listen. Not like I haven't tried a million times." Fixer shrugs his shoulders in less so defeat, and more so acceptance. He knows his brothers well. It makes you laugh, but you can't help but worry about Sev's recklessness at times; He always promises to come back home, but you can't help thinking about something happening.

But now isn't the time to worry about that sort of stuff anyways. Not when he's right beside you.

As if he felt you looking at him Sev turns his head slightly and looks down at you right against his shoulder, his eyes softening just a tad. He gives your knee a little squeeze, before taking back his hand. He throws his arm back around the top of the booth, so it lays just behind your head.

He's said before he loves the soft feeling of your skin, and once admitted in a moment where his lips were looser than normal that it distracted him. It's a weakness of his, and one that as you'd planned earlier, intend to exploit quite heavily.

It's been weeks since you've touched him, and now that he's finally back safe from deployment, you want him riled up.

Hidden underneath the table gently take Sev’s hand, holding it with both of yours. You keep it like that for just a bit, before finally making your move.

Slowly you pull his hand until it lands on your thigh, his fingers brushing just what would be the middle. Not high, but close. He glances over at you curiously for a moment, before looking back to his brothers. You've done nothing crazy, so he doesn't take too much mind to it; It's not as if he wasn't doing something like it moments ago.

You don’t even know what the rest of them are talking about anymore; Scorch is a blabbermouth when he drinks and conversations are changing so fast. You're more distracted by Sev now anyways, and you can feel your face start to heat up just a bit at the thoughts running through your head. You fan feel his large hand gently squeezing the meat of your thigh, feeling it mold underneath as he moves his fingers in an almost mindless gesture. Or maybe it isn't so mindless? He's sitting upright a little more now, and seems a bit more on edge.

With one hand you place it over his again, and slowly you begin pulling it upwards towards the tops of your thighs. His fingertips fall between, and he can feel how warm you are through the fabric of his gloves.

Sev this time gets keen on your plan, however. He only has to turn his body a tad, before he leans down into your space. His breath is hot against the shell of your ear, and you swear you can smell him even through the liquor and greasy food. But no one can hear him but you.

“Thin ice.”

Is all he has to whisper in your ear.

If his goal was to stop you, whispering in your ear with a voice so deep like chocolate over gravel isn’t going to calm you. If anything, he only makes your thighs tighten together, a jolt of sensation traveling down your spine directly to your cunt. You can feel his now warmer than usual skin as he presses his forehead to the side of your face, still looking like he's whispering something in your ear for a moment.

You have no plans to heed his warning however; And in another feat of daring, you slowly take a few of your fingers and slip them into his glove, your skin brushing against his as you try to take it off. You can hear his disapproving hum- even though he makes no effort to actually stop you- and once you manage to get his glove off your thighs spread just enough that you push his hand deeper between them.

He can feel the softness of your skin just below the hem of your dress, and given how sitting has risen it up slightly, he wouldn’t have to move much more to reach their apex. In fact, he swears he can feel your clothed pussy brush over the outer side of his hand. You only need to move his hand once to rub against the fabric of your underwear, before he pulls his hand away.

Sev leans back to look fully at you, and with one glance at his expression you know it’s over.

That ice he mentioned? It’s cracked under your feet, and you’ve fallen into the dark water. He is going to kill you.

Sitting up more rigid you clear your throat in an attempt to get the rest's attention, while also trying to ignore Sev glaring holes into the side of your head. Maybe you should've done this a little later, or maybe a little more slowly.

“Sorry guys, I’ve had a great night tonight, but I think I should head out.” Scorch is loud, louder than usual with so much spotcha in him, groaning at you.

“Oh come on! Don’t leave me with the two hardasses! You’re the only other fun one!”

You ignore his plea, and with hands pressing on the edge of the table you get up, moving to slide out. Sev follows, almost like a shadow. When you’re both standing he has a hand gripping the fabric on the small of your back tight.

‘Hurry it up.’, is what the silent gesture clearly says. You back up into him just a tad and your body presses against him, and you hear him make a quiet noise.

“Sorry Scorch. I’ll make it up to you all later." You take one step back, giving a small smile. "See you guys next time.”

With hasty farewells given, Sev's hand on your back pushes you in the direction towards the back of the bar, where there’s a hallway; At the end a door leading into the alley. It’s mostly storage back here and whatnot, but it avoids having to push through the crowds at the front of the bar, which is what Sev wants right now. He wants the soonest possible spot where he can surely cuss you out for this, feeling himself strain against his armor. No matter now many times he attempts to make room for his heated neck or adjust his codpiece, nothing gives him relief.

You glance up at him while you both walk, before looking down and seeing the way his hand is gripping the edge of his own helmet; You fear any stronger, and he might snap it.

Pushing the back exit door open you both quickly shuffle through it, the warm summer air feeling much cooler than the stuffy heat from inside the bar. Neither of you comment on it, despite there clearly being some unsaid words being between the two of you.

They definitely aren't about the weather, however.

The moment the door closes and the two of you are finally alone, he grasps your shoulder, pushing your back against the wall. He stands in front of you, trapping you against it as an unmovable force. Though not that you'd want to leave.

The alleyway is dim; The lights are burning out and the shell around them is old and worn. As such Sev’s face is shadowed, his body pressing you hard against the wall.

“What were you thinking?”

His voice is strained, glaring at you while you sink into his shadow. You purse your lips and roll your eyes.

“Can I not hold your hand?” Sev’s tone of voice is borderline venomous, strained as the rough fabric of his glove slides along the exposed skin of your shoulder.

“You were not just holding my hand. You know it.”

You do, but half the fun was pretending otherwise. Especially since that was another part of teasing him.

Your can feel the rough texture of the brick and ferrocrete through your clothes, all the while Sev’s chestplate is nearly pressing against your own chest. His helmet, which he’d been holding in his hand drops to the ground, settling upright so now both hands can grip at your form.

Leaning down his lips are ghosting against yours, and you can just barely feel them brush over your own as he whispers.

"You did that all on purpose, didn't you?"

He hears you let out a breathy laugh.

"Maybe." It didn't seem like Sev had the chance to shave since coming back, so the stubble on his face is rough when it brushes against your skin.

"Would you have kept going if I didn't stop you?" You more than likely would've hauled him off far before things got crazy, but it's not to say you wouldn't have dragged out the torture just a little bit more.

"...Maybe."

You feel his hands tense against your waist, and in one smooth motion you go from facing him to the wall, to your chest pressing against it. His hands slide downward to grip your hips and pull them towards his groin, forcing your hands to press into the rough texture of brick to keep steady. He takes a step closer, trapping you harder against the wall. One of his hands leaves your hip, pulling the front of your skirt up before sliding forward to slip between the front of your underwear and stomach.

It lingers for a moment, as if he's internally debating something; Before suddenly the tips of his fingers slip below the hem of your underwear, and you can quickly feel them roughly pressing against the soft mound of flesh just above your cunt.

“That little head of yours is going to get yourself in trouble,” He says, his lips pressing against the side of your neck just below your ear and feeling your blood thump with your heartbeat. It's a good thing you were in the market for trouble.

“Fuck Sev,” His gloved fingers finally slip between your folds, the rough texture teasing before he quickly removes them.

“Bite,”

He says, raising two of his fingertips to your lips. Gently you bit the fabric, helping him pull the glove off so he can shove it into one of his belt pockets with one hand. Once finished his hand quickly returns to it’s spot snug inside of your underwear, brushing across your clit as his fingers become slick before slipping inside of you.

"I missed you too..." He doesn't seem to respond to your silly little joke about his roughness, his fingers deep in your cunt as you pant.

The weather has been warming, so the evening is less a freezing nightmare and more so a cool evening, with just enough of a breeze to make your shiver. At least in normal circumstances, with Sev’s stuffy breath against your skin and his body right against yours, you feel more than warm enough- even with plastoid armor impeding.

You attempt to swallow your moans and keep quiet, even though the likelihood of anyone actually hearing you is quite slim. The music from the bar, and even more so the crowds of people, are producing an almost deafening amount of noise, not even considering the other ambient noise of the district; As well as the alleyway being tucked back between a maze of buildings.

“You’re so warm,” He growls in your ear, the deep gravel of his voice you can almost feel in your gut. It’s even deeper now, almost more so than it’s even been. At least that you remember hearing.

He hears your soft mewl as his fingers curl inside of you, the soft sounds audible even with the amount of noises from outside. Your thighs quiver just slightly before you manage to steady yourself, pushing back against him.

His hand slipping away from your cunt you can hear him fumbling with his armor, forehead leaning against the side of your head as he does so. You can feel how he has you nearly trapped against the wall, body looming over yours.

You know the moment he’s managed it, as suddenly you can feel his groin- and subsequently the outline of his cock through his bodyglove- against your ass. He groans, in both relief and ache as he feels your soft body against him. He's slow however, taking his time pressing his hips against you, lips against the corner of your mouth.

“You act all needy, and now you’re going to make me wait forever?” Sev’s grip noticeably tightens around your hips, slipping along the sides of your underwear and wrenching them down around the middle of your thighs.

“You’re really trying to test my patience, aren’t you?” Sev is a patient man, he has to be at times given his trigger discipline, but somehow you always manage to make it run thin. You turn your head over your shoulder in an attempt to look up at him.

“I thought I already did; It’s why you dragged me out here to-” Sev’s cock pressed harder against your ass, while his lips press against the corner of your mouth.

“You need to be quiet,”

He says, before pulling back and tugging at the seam of his body glove, pulling out his cock to slide against your cunt. Instantly it becomes slick against your outer lips, Sev letting out a shaky groan as he grinds between your thighs. It makes you press your body almost backwards towards him, even though you don’t have much room to move.

You can hear the strain in his voice, clearly already pent up from weeks apart. He might not say it, at least not often, but you know that's the case.

You gain a bit of room when he pulls back just far enough, though only to press his cock against your entrance and slowly sheath himself inside of you. While he isn't overly rough, he certainly isn't gentle; You're absolutely going to feel it in the morning. The feeling makes you gasp; The angle making him feel even larger, if that’s even possible.

The hem of your dress lays on the small of your back, pushed up by Sev while the front remains somewhat in place. He makes you suddenly gasp as his hips hit your ass, fully sheathed inside of you as the rough fabric of his bodyglove and sharp edges of his armor press against your exposed skin.

Even though he had just hissed at you to be quiet, he’s not exactly setting a good example.

You can hear the lewd sounds as he fucks you, as well as the grunts and groans from deep within his throat. Sometimes he swears, sometimes he has a moment where he mumbles your name against your skin, though it holds less sweetness than usual. Not to say he isn’t loving, but he’s more, animalistic.

He isn't saying those usual little mutters of incomprehensible praise, or giving soft touches, instead gripping your hips and driving into you hard enough to almost press you into the wall, borderline desperately fucking you. Your knees keep wobbling, unstable though Sev's grip is helping keep you upright. Your underwear slides farther down to your knees, upper thighs slick from how wet your are.

“I love it when you act like this,” His hips slam into yours harder, making you moan loud enough that you quickly clap a hand over your mouth for a moment.

“Rough? Fuck you with all my armor on like this? That why you kept acting like a tease?”

His teeth gently nip at your skin, hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave dents. It’s not too hard, he’s teetering right on the line. Like he knows exactly where it is, as he’s had to steer clear of it. Now that he knows you aren’t made of glass, he can step just a bit closer to it.

“Want me to put the helmet back on?”

He teases, the deep gravel of his voice you can feel directly in your cunt. Next time you’ll consider the bucket, but your little escapade is already running on borrowed time.

He’s close, you can feel the way his face is so hot against yours, and how he can barely keep an even pace; Now so less fast and hard, and more uneven but slower, and deep. He's still nowhere near gentle, fucking you for all he's worth enough to feel like your feet are going to leave the ground.

His hips stutter, slowly almost to a crawl as he grits is teeth, hearing it in your ear as he groans as he finishes inside of you. Your body feels so warm, almost overwhelmingly hot; The building the only source of cold feeling.

Slowing down you feel his one hand slip from your hip back to your front, sliding over your already battered pussy. You just need that little bit more, heart thumping against your chest and lower stomach tight and twisting in knots.

His hand presses against your clit harder, almost rough- too rough- making you gasp and bite your lip. He wants you to cum on his cock and is on a mission to do so, his teeth scraping against the heartbeat he can feel against his lips.

“Fuck, fuck Sev-”

So so close, right on the edge...

He can feel your cunt tighten around him as he finally coaxes it out of you, your knees barely able to hold yourself up even with with being pressed and held so tight by Sev. Your breath leaves a moist patch on the wall, hands scratched and sore. All of you is sore, and will be even more so tomorrow.

But you did coax it out of him, with this being the goal. So while it this was the cost, you consider it more than worth it.

“Fuck,” Sev pants, his body heavy against yours- even more so with the added weight of his armor. “We should get out of here. Before someone sees.”

The likelihood of someone coming back here, other than maybe a clone with a similar idea as you, is incredibly slim. But needless to say you still agree. You're now a disheveled mess; Your dress is wrinkled and underwear stretched, a few stitches snapped and what amount of makeup you'd been wearing is now far less clean than it had been. It still looks in place, but you can see where your eyes had almost been watering, or your lipstick smudged across your face.

And Sev's; He's sporting a little kiss mark on the corner of his mouth but you elect not to tell him about it because of how good it looks against his tan skin and stubble.

Leaning away from the wall, the way Sev had you for so long it made your feet almost numb, stinging like little pinpricks. It makes them harder to walk on, your knees wobbly and body still hot.

“Just, give me a minute.” Sev’s hand weighs gently on your hip even after you gather you bearings, looking up at him. He gently brushes a chunk of hair from your face as you fix your clothes, before he follows you. He stays close the whole time, a hand on the small of your back.

“Don’t give me that look,” He says, even as you make sure for the fifth time your clothing is totally fixed before emerging from the back alley. Once you do his hand leaves your back, but he's still staying quite close.

“What look?”

He doesn’t answer, just looking down at you with a firm set brow, while hailing a taxi with his hand.

You both squeeze inside, and you give the address back to your place. While Sev doesn’t mind the barracks as much as the average clone, he’d still much rather go back to your place than them. Especially after everything.

You could more than do for a bit of a lie down after all of that, and surely Sev will join you. You only have him till sunrise, so you'll also like to get in some nice, quiet time.

He seems all for that as well, as he wraps an arm around your shoulders.

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It’s in the mess hall after he's returned to the base, that Scorch finally decides to pry into Sev’s absence, doing so over a tray of lukewarm soup. The subpar food isn't of any interest to Scorch, especially since gossip is on the menu, and Sev was caught by them sneaking back into the barracks far later than he should've been.

They won't tell, but it's not as if they aren't going to pester him about it.

“So…” Sev looks up, just knowing that was a warm up sound to the question he knows is going to be thrown at him.

“How’d it go with the princess?” Sev takes a bit of his own food, not even bothering to look up at his brother. He knows Scorch is referring to their abrupt absence at the bar, and that's where his intel ends.

“None of your business.”

Fixer isn’t even going to step into this minefield of a conversation, and even makes effort to avoid eye contact and thus being roped in. He continues eating his food as normal, and hoping it eventually sizzles out.

“Oh what, did you finally scare her off with your shitty attitude?” Boss gives Scorch a stern look;

‘Play nice’, as he’s starting to tread into territory that is beyond his sort of teasing jokes.

Sev seems to have the matter settled on his own, however. He gives Scorch one look that would boil anyone else’s blood, along with the cover of unwavering confidence.

“She doesn't seem to mind it.”

Scorch rolls his eyes and resists the urge to audibly gag.

“Ugh, you two were made for each other. It’s disgusting.”

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Hello! I would like to make a request please

Zenitsu, Shinobu, and Kyojuro (all platonic) x transmasc reader - who is a strong, fearless, fearsome, feral slayer (think Inosuke but on steroids and a bit more civilized/calm)

“Sure anon! I really like this idea actually (and will put my full effort into this because of how much I like it)!

Genre: Fluff/Platonic (x transmac reader)

Summary: How they first reacted to first seeing you, what they thought of you when they first saw your fighting capabilities, and how they are with you casually

Note: He (the reader) wield two katanas and a claymore on their back (with a sheath ofc)

- You both first met when you were assigned to the same mission.Will give the same treatment with everybody else (with respect and kindness unless you don’t do the same). Otherwise he does his best to get on your good side because he surely finds you interesting and someone strong in disguise! - He usually will most definitely prioritize your safety over his if he does see you struggle in fighting; or at least that’s what he first thought!

“Damn it where are these demons already?! LET ME FIGHT YOU!” You roared and speed through the forest, chopping down large trees, trying to find them. As Kyojuro calmly yet attentively walks towards you he laughs. “Hahahaha! You’re quite the interesting one! I doubt they’d try to come near us if they knew we were here though-” A sharp gust of wind hits, making both of you facing eachother’s back; having him to slowly withdraw his sword. As the breeze kicks up from around you and Kyojuro, it suddenly stops. You both stand in silence for a moment. “OH COME ON!!! AND I THOUGHT I WAS FINALLY GOING TO FIGHT SOMETHING!” You kick a nearby tree, leaving a large dent on it. “Was that really nothing?” Kyojuro thought to himself. As he was about to relax a bit a large preying mantis-like demon swoops downs to attack him. A large cloud of dust overwhelms his eyes for a moment with his ears hear the sound of hissing; then seeing that you blocked the attack with your katanas. “FINALLY SOMETHING TO KILL!” Chuckling in excitement you forcibly push the demon away using the same katanas to block it, hitting it towards a tree. “GO TO HELL!” You quickly unsheath your claymore and throw it to the demon, causing it to screech in pain, being stuck on the tree for a moment before cutting its head off. More demons rapidly start popping out, tailing you however being slain by Kyojuro. “I’ve got your back Y/N!” As the demons multiply you yell at him in rage. “I DON’T NEED IT ASSHOLE!” Causing you slash and make a number of demons die from throwing your claymore again and slashing the ones you didn’t get with your katanas.

- Consider you getting Kyojuro’s respect CLAIMED after that mission (and not like you never had his respect, you just gained more from him)! - Will check on you any time both of your are not on a mission and not busy. If you like food he will definitely feed you well (either from street food or his cooking)! Anything you like you definitely will be given from him some point in your life! >:) - He will definitely annoy you when you’re doing something dangerous or risky socially or in public.

“Are you and Kyojuro dating?” A demonslayer asks you, causing you to be pissed off, yet trying to keep your composure. “No??? What makes you think that?” “Well you guys spend way too much time together in public. Do you like him?” That immediately causes you to snap, cornering them and punching the wall; making a large hole in it. “NO WAY IN HELL!!!” The demon slayer shivers in fear making them slightly sweat but they whisper, “Yeah no wonder...nobody would like a loud woman like you...” That demonslayer was going to die today. “Loud...WOMAN?!?!” As you were about to choke that guy out Kyojuro was luckily there on time to barely pull you away and save them. “I HOPE YOU DIE YOU MOTHERF*CKER!!” You shout to them, pulling up the middle finger.

- Kyojuro definitely took you to management anger classes after that (and kept trying to make you feel more like a man after that incident).

- Honestly thought of you being a guy with brawns and no brains (and she’s prob right). -You both met from being demonslayer patrollers for the city to be safe (though to be honest she should be protecting the city from you). Often times you accidentally wreck street vendors carts from you tripping and trying to hold onto something (which was that) or running into someone and they get knocked out (which victims claim its like being hit by a bull). - Will definitely try to see how resistant you are to poison if you piss her off or cause too much trouble for her (through feeding you it or ‘sparing’ with you). She wishes to just choke you out at times but obviously cant because you’re too strong for her to die by her hands. - Usually she doesn’t get picked on by weird dudes (due to her obviously wielding a katana) but there are definitely times where it’s drunk guys.

As you yawn and stretch walking in the city at night with Shinobu, you ask her, “What are we doing here again?” You sigh, being slightly tired and bored. “They’ll always be demons that pretend to be human in disguise, thus it’s natural that demonslayers need to patrol in big cities like these.” She walks with her hands behind her back. “Ahh...But don’t you think it’s way to crowded to do that- though...?” You turn to her yet don’t see her trying your best not to make the crowd worried that you’re frantically trying to search for Shinobu. As an old drunk man yanks her into an alleyway; he excitedly smells her before she can push him off, causing him to lose balance and slump to the floor. “You smell so, so, so nice, little lady.” He slowly gets up, slowly approaching her again as he drools. Shinobu does the opposite of what he does and backs away, observing him and noticing he has a nasty blob growing and pulsing in a bright red color in the side of his head; finally reaching the end of wall he tries to lure her back to his touch. “Can you take me home...? I’m a bit drunk so I need help-” “DAMN...PERVERT!” You run towards him and punch him a bit too hard, almost entirely wrecking the wall he was hit upon. Shinobu sweats a bit in worry for the man, thinking he was human before he melts into a sludge as if it was a clone with the blob on his head exploding, melting the ground and radiating the same red color from the head he had. “Eww... that totally will be engraved in my brain for a good while...” You look in disgust before seeing a demon that has half of his face being handsome while the other side is sloppy and pulled down from the same blob but on his sagging cheek, wearing what seems to be an expensive suit frowning at you both. “Another ugly ass b*tch ready to get their ass whooped again?” You chuckle at the demon but once you blink Shinobu had poisoned the demon, succumbing to it. “Already??? BUT I WANTED TO FIGHT MOREE!” You groan and sulk in disappointment as Shinobu slightly laughs to your whining.

-Will definitely point out tips to help your skills to get better and if you want her to train you she will! - She will train you by doing surprise attacks where she just run towards or sneak attacks you (but only with her katana, she only uses poison on special occasions :)

“Happy birthday Y/N!” Your friends from the demon corp. surprise you with your favorite flavored cake. “Aww thank you guys! I’m so happy you did this for me!” Chopping up a large piece of cake onto your plate, you use your fork to pick it up and shove the entire piece into your mouth. “Now that I think of a surprise party...” You think to yourself, “Doesn’t someone else do something like that...?” You slowly chew the cake before being reminded of who. You then accidentally swallow your cake from the realization, triggering you to choke on it while frantically searching around for Shinobu; but before you could even look behind you, she cuts a part of your neck (where its not fatal ofc) with her poison on the sword. “DAMN IT!!! WHY’D IT HAVE TO BE THE SAME SPOT IM CHOKING OHn- cOuUGH- CoOugH- ” You cough on the ground in pain and agony of the poison and cake being lumped together in your throat as Shinobu smiles. (Surprisingly you don’t die and cough out the cake but pissed it was wasted)

-Other than the near to death experiences she puts you in, she vouches for you alot if you cause problems! -Will give you rewards if you dodge or block her surprise attacks (and you’re usually rewarded handsomely) Wanted that box of instant ramen from the store? She’ll buy a years worth of it. Someone doesn’t treat you well? Expect them to be apologizing the next day! -She may be an extra tough and killer mom on you but believe me when you’re important to her!

-Definitely thinks of you of as a muscle head from the amount of strength you have (and that you’re sent to kill him with your strength too). -Bro cannot keep eye contact with you and will constantly look away and towards you when doing so because he’s that terrified. -You both first met when he was on a mission by himself and was scared shitless when you suddenly appeared (would surely piss himself too if you didn’t calm him down and say you were a part of the demon corp.) - Zenitsu is quite literally picked on by everyone so once you vouched and protected him he will use and depend on you like you’re his only weapon. “Do we seriously have to be with this scaredy cat?” The demonslayer laughs and pushes Zenitsu with his shoulder as they walk. “Stop that...” He complains as he rubs that same shoulder he was nudged with. “Then stop acting like a baby! The entire time getting here you kept complaining and whining! Maybe you should let the adults do this. Right Y/-” As you hit a tree nearby, you cause an apple to fall and hit the demonslayers head. “Quiet already. If anything you keep babbling. Damn loser.” “Haha right...sorry-” As Zenitsu notices your act for him as he stares at you with thankful eyes before seeing the same demon slayer being thrown into a tree branch and you blocking it’s attack. “GET OUT OF THE WAY, DUMBASS!” You hollar at him before glancing behind you and seeing he fainted on a tree. In attempt you tried to push back the bear-like demon with your swords but as you were busy looking back, causing your katanas were thrown back. “DAMN IT! DAMN YOU FOR MAKING THINGS HARDER FOR ME!!” You screamed at him while dodging its attacks before deciding to punch the demon, moving back a bit farther from where Zenitsu was, now able for you to use your claymore. “DIE!!!” You exclaimed as you cut off its head with the claymore. As you sweat from the slightly extra effort you had to put you notice the same demonslayer shriek, being wrapped up in a cocoon from a group of demons. “COME ON!” Screaming in annoyance and bait, you jumped on the tree right earlier that Zenitsu slain them in surprising speed. “And I thought I was gonna kill more demons... ughhhh...” You sigh and slouch in disappointment.

- Despite you yelling almost all the time you’ve spent with him, he’s used to it now at this point (and is now annoyed and deaf from it) though there’s a few times he does get scares but just exaggerates it purposely to make you feel SLIGHTY bad. - WILL SERIOUSLY TRY TO BRING YOU TO EVERY MISSION HE HAS (He tries to bargain and make deals with you so he won’t need to do anything and spend time with Nezuko) saying its for a ‘good cause’. - Says he’ll invite you to his future wedding and make you his wingman (he’s half assing that promise to you definitely)

“PLEASEEE COME WITH ME TO MY NEXT MISSION Y/NNN!!” Zenistu tries and whines to convince you as he’s sitting on one of your legs with your attempt to shake him off. “GET OFF ME YOU DAMN PEST! AND I THOUGHT THERE WAS NOTHING MORE ANNOYING THAN A ROACH!” Finally free’ing yourself from his grip he hits the wall, knocking him out cold (with a bit of blood on the wall) for a couple minutes before attempting to spar with you asleep to convince you. “I SHOULD’VE NEVER SAVED YOUR ASS FROM THAT FORESTT!!!” You complain as you keep blocking him from his speedy attacks.

-Other than his annoying sessions of him begging and whining over his requests being listened on deaf ears, you both usually get along surprisingly. -He knows what pisses you off so he knows what to try and avoid most of the time. -You usually either piggyback him when both of you feel like it and by the shoulder if he’s in serious trouble and needs to get away using you as his uber.

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