#I thought y not make a recap

[kadextra]

tr!ash is indeed swag here’s a short lil summary of his late night stream

he thinks all the factions are weird

he thinks yellow doesn’t know what they’re fighting for & are transactional bc they refused to help him get stronger unless he officially joins which made him annoyed

heard tr!bad helped tr!water level up fast even though she’s not even in his faction and got interested

spent time asking tr!bad questions despite tr!pili & tr!tina saying that he “shouldn’t trust what that devil says”

watched landduo being landduo

read tr!pili for filth which made extreme beef between them + tr!tina and him started bullying each other. safe to say those two yellows hate his guts now

watched how tr!bad freely gave out resources & tools to anyone when they asked, even if they were other factions

finally after seeing enough he asked tr!bad for help and was instantly accepted into the bootcamp. he screamed and cheered with joy

expressed disbelief that tr!bad is called the devil when he’s actually more like an angel…. yeah so about that

wants to wait a bit before making any major decisions about joining factions and enacting any personal plans

leveled up like crazy in the bootcamp, started calling tr!bad coach & proclaimed himself his star pupil which made tina suuuuper jealous. she then vowed to make yellow ban him

learned info about the corruption, keepers & sculk from tr!aimsey. was told not to touch the corruption

says he has nothing to lose, can’t remember anything, doesn’t know fear and wants to focus on what’s best for himself above all

he doesn’t know what the corruption is doing so wrong and thinks its beautiful, so when he was finally alone he proceeded take a bunch from pangi’s house. o_o

now a couple good characterization quotes

“I don’t want to make a good first impression on people. I want to make the right first impression— call me the instigator, I’m trying to do the best for myself. I know who is the one that can get me power… I want power for myself, I could care less about feelings.”

“I'd destroy the canvas on which it [conflict] was painted on.”

and his notes about other characters

[fanficgirl429]

The Broken Bed Frame

Pairing: fem!reader x Bucky Barnes

Prompt: Y/N and Bucky are secretly seeing each other and after a steamy night, Bucky tells the Thunderbolts he needs a new bed. They have a lot of questions.

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The hum of the air conditioning in Avengers Tower was the only sound as Y/N lay tangled in sweat-slick sheets, one arm draped lazily across Bucky’s chest. His skin was warm beneath her palm, rising and falling with steady breaths, and his vibranium arm was still looped protectively around her waist, fingertips brushing the curve of her hip.

The room smelled like sex and victory. Mostly sex.

A lopsided grin tugged at Y/N’s lips as she stared at the crack in the ceiling. “So,” she murmured. “Wanna explain to everyone else why you’re going to be searching for a new bed frame tomorrow?” 

Bucky chuckled under his breath, deep and smug. “I’ll just say I rolled over too hard.”

“With me on top of you?”

“With enthusiasm.”

The broken bedframe groaned again as Y/N shifted, prompting another shared laugh before she leaned up to kiss him. The kiss was slow, unhurried, and a lazy reward for a long day of pretending they weren’t screwing each other stupid behind everyone’s backs.

----

The next morning the Thunderbolts were gathered in the common room of Avengers Tower, everyone in various stages of coffee-dependency. Yelena was sprawled on one couch, flipping through a magazine. Ava nursed her espresso slowly. Alexei was in a squat competition with himself. And John Walker was recapping his latest run like anyone cared.

Bucky strolled in late, hair damp from a shower, black Henley snug against his chest. He looked too pleased with himself, which immediately set off silent alarm bells for Y/N, who sat on the armrest near Ava, sipping from her mug.

“Morning,” he greeted, grabbing a mug.

“Someone’s cheerful,” Yelena noted, raising a brow.

“I’d be cheerful too if I slept for ten hours straight,” Ava added, blowing on her coffee.

Bucky shrugged casually. “Would’ve been longer if the bed hadn’t given out in the middle of the night.”

Y/N choked on her coffee.

A beat of silence followed.

“The what did what?” John asked, confused.

Bucky sipped, totally unfazed. “Broke right in half.”

Yelena sat up straight, eyes gleaming. “Wait—you broke a bed?”

“What were you doing?” Ava asked, narrowing her eyes.

“I thought you slept alone?” John frowned.

“Oh my god,” Yelena whispered, slowly turning to Y/N, whose face had gone suspiciously blank. “You okay? Did you—were you there?”

Y/N cleared her throat, forcing a neutral tone. “I’m sorry, I—you broke your bed?”

Bucky didn’t even blink. “Yeah. Thing just couldn’t handle the… pressure.”

Alexei barked a laugh. “You did the sex too hard, didn’t you?”

“Who was in the bed?” Ava asked, now entirely invested.

“Please tell me it was you,” Yelena said to Y/N with a wicked grin. “That’s the only explanation that would make this amazing.”

John frowned. “Wait, what is happening?”

Y/N blinked. “I mean—what makes you think I was—?”

“She was,” Bucky interrupted, with the casual grace of someone announcing the weather.

Everyone’s heads whipped toward them.

“Wait, what?” John choked. “You two are—”

“Oh finally,” Ava muttered.

“Called it,” Yelena smirked, pulling a crumpled twenty from her back pocket and tossing it at Ava. “Told you they were sneaking around.”

“I thought they were just flirting weird,” John said, looking mildly horrified.

Y/N rubbed her face, groaning into her palm. “We were very stealthy.”

“You’re terrible at being stealthy,” Yelena said. “You disappeared during the last mission debrief and came back looking like you were glowing.” 

Alexei raised his mug. “To broken beds and better orgasms.”

“Cheers,” Bucky said smugly, raising his coffee.

Y/N just sighed and gave in, nudging Bucky with her foot. “You’re lucky I like you, Barnes.”

He leaned back, totally unbothered, and grinned. “You liked me a lot last night.”

Yelena howled with laughter. Ava groaned. John looked like he needed brain bleach. And Alexei muttered something about “young people these days” as he dropped into a squat.

---

The teasing didn’t stop for the rest of the day.

Every room Y/N walked into, someone had something to say.

“You walking okay?” Ava asked sweetly as they passed in the hallway. “Need me to ice your knees?”

“Tell Bucky to reinforce the furniture next time,” Yelena said over lunch. “Or maybe don’t do gymnastics in the bedroom. Just a thought.”

Even Alexei, unbothered and casually nosy, had offered them both protein bars “for recovery.”

By the time dinner rolled around, Y/N had all but sworn to fake a mission request just to escape the tower for 48 hours.

She found herself in the kitchen late that night, post-shower, hair damp and knotted into a bun, wearing an oversized hoodie—his hoodie—and absolutely not hiding from anyone. Definitely not.

She was spooning Nutella straight from the jar when Bucky strolled in, shirtless, in gray sweatpants. The smug look hadn’t left his face since the Great Bedframe Confession of earlier.

“Hey,” he said softly, leaning against the counter like he hadn’t just blown up their secret and set it on fire.

“You,” she pointed the spoon at him, “have zero impulse control.”

His smirk deepened. “Did you want me to lie?”

“I wanted you to not volunteer the fact that we broke a bed having sex. There’s nuance, Barnes.”

He stepped closer, one hand bracing beside her on the counter. “You think they weren’t going to figure it out eventually? They had bets going. Yelena kept making heart-eyes every time we so much as breathed near each other.”

“She also asked me if you bark during sex,” Y/N deadpanned.

Bucky blinked. “Wait, what?”

“I don’t know, she said you give off ‘feral Golden Retriever’ energy.”

His lips twitched, struggling not to laugh. “I mean, I am loyal…”

She smacked his chest with the spoon.

He caught her wrist mid-swing, tugging her forward until she was pressed against him, sticky chocolate forgotten. His mouth brushed the shell of her ear. “You didn’t seem too worried about being quiet last night.”

Her breath hitched. “You’re lucky I like you.”

“You love me,” he said with that damn cocky grin.

“Shut up.”

“Say it.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes, then leaned in to murmur, “Fine. I love you, but I swear to God, Bucky, if you make anymore comments about furniture during a team meeting—”

“I’ll behave,” he promised, totally unconvincing.

----

Everyone was gathered again, breakfast spread across the table. Yelena was peeling an orange with a knife like a threat. John was mid-rant about proper chain-of-command. Ava was sipping her coffee with the detached energy of a woman who had emotionally clocked out months ago.

Y/N strolled in with Bucky trailing behind her.

Yelena’s eyes flicked to them, quickly noticing the smug smile on both their faces. 

She raised a brow. “So, did you break another bed last night or just the kitchen table this time?”

Y/N didn’t miss a beat. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Alexei spit out his orange juice from across the room.

John stood up. “I’m going back to my room. This is so inappropriate—”

“Someone’s jealous,” Bucky muttered.

“Of what?” John barked. “Your lack of boundaries?”

Ava sipped her coffee. “No, he's definitely jealous of the sex.��

Yelena held up a second crumpled twenty. “New bet: who’s next to hook up in this tower?”

Alexei grinned. “I volunteer.”

Y/N just laughed, reached over, and stole a piece of toast from Bucky’s plate. He didn’t stop her—he was too busy watching her with that look. The one that said mine without ever having to say a word.

Broken beds be damned.

[onlybeeewrites]

A Change of Plans

Request: hi!! could i request a oneshot for haymitch where theyre already in a relationship, takes place during the 75th hunger games and shes reaped, reader is very similar to annie cresta - soft spoken, shy, kind but emotionally fragile due to past trauma - maybe haymitch and katniss’s alliance negotiations are more desperate because he promised to get her out of the games? please and thank you!!

Pairing: Haymitch Abernathy x Fem!reader 

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: mentions of PTSD, spoilers for Catching Fire 

A Change of Plans: Next

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The train hummed beneath them—too smooth, too quiet—like it had no business carrying something as ugly as death. Haymitch sat stiffly in his usual seat, a glass in hand he hadn’t touched. For once, the burn of liquor wasn’t enough. Not for this.

The reaping was over.

For District 12, at least.

Katniss and Peeta were reaped.

Well—he��was. Technically.

Peeta volunteered, though it wasn’t like Haymitch could do much to stop him. Not when the Capitol stacked the deck so neatly, not when Snow already knew every move they’d make before they made it.

It was all exactly what he feared.

And somehow worse.

Because it wasn’t just Katniss and Peeta.

It was who else had been chosen.

The third Quarter Quell.

Where the victors themselves became the tributes.

A punishment wrapped in a celebration.

He hadn’t seen her yet. Hadn’t let himself imagine it. Wouldn’t allow her face to take shape in his mind—not until he had to. He thought he could delay it. Maybe she wouldn’t be reaped. Maybe, for once, the odds would lean in their favor.

Now, the screen played the recaps—district by district. A slow, cruel countdown. Effie had turned the volume up, her voice unnaturally chipper when she said they should “know who we’re up against.”

Peeta sat with his elbows on his knees, eyes fixed. Katniss sat rigid beside him, barely breathing.

A notepad lay in Peeta’s lap, filled with frantic notes and rough sketches. Names circled, others crossed out, arrows and question marks scribbled into the margins. He wrote based on Haymitch’s earlier comments—strategy, personalities, strengths. He wanted to be ready. Wanted to protect her.

They didn’t know how impossible that would be.

Haymitch sat bracing himself. His hands were already trembling, though he hadn’t taken a sip. He didn’t look at the others. Didn’t dare.

District 8.

The screen flickered.

There she was.

Standing alone on the platform, washed in that horrible blue-white Capitol lighting that made everyone look a little more ghost than human. Her hands were folded in front of her, fingers white at the knuckles. Her shoulders hunched slightly, like she was trying to make herself disappear into herself.

Just her and one other female tribute.

She hadn’t changed much. Maybe a few more lines around her eyes, a new softness in her features. But the essence of her remained untouched. The gentleness. The quiet strength. The kindness.

Even now, she looked soft.

Everything the arena was not.

Katniss inhaled sharply beside him. “Oh.”

Effie’s hand fluttered up to her mouth, her expression crumbling. “Oh no…”

Haymitch didn’t look at them. Didn’t acknowledge anything but the screen. His heart thudded slow and sick in his chest, and his fingers curled tight around the glass he still hadn’t touched.

Y/N stepped forward when they called her name. Her voice was low, trembling—barely above a whisper. But she walked. Unflinching. No dramatics. No sobs. Just the quiet dignity she always carried, like a thread sewn into her very bones.

She didn’t look surprised.

She didn’t cry.

That was her.

Always braver than anyone realized.

Braver than him.

“Won’t the other volunteer for her? She’s…” Peeta’s voice trailed off, uncertain, trying to say the right thing. “She’s not the most violent, is she?”

Haymitch’s jaw clenched. “I doubt it,” he said tightly. “The other female victor, Cecilia. Sweet woman. But she’s got three kids. If she wasn’t picked, she wouldn’t volunteer.”

Katniss was watching him now, not the screen. Her voice dropped into something softer than he’d ever heard it. “You didn’t think they’d pick her.”

“No,” he said flatly. “But then again…” He raised the glass, whiskey burning his throat. “Sometimes the odds are leaned into our favor.”

He tasted bitterness more than alcohol.

Because he knew.

He knew Snow did this on purpose.

Picked this Quarter Quell theme.

Picked Katniss.

Picked her.

This wasn’t justice. It wasn’t random. It was Snow’s hand around his throat, squeezing harder every time Haymitch dared to hope for something better. Dared to love something again.

Haymitch leaned forward and set the glass down, scrubbing his hands over his face like he could erase the image burned into the back of his eyelids—his wife, his wife, standing stiffly as Peacekeepers took her from the stage. They cut the footage just before she looked back.

But he didn’t need to see it.

He knew that look.

He’d seen it before.

The first time she was reaped, before they’d ever met.

Before she won.

Before he ever dared to let someone in again.

He had spent years protecting her in the only way he knew how—keeping her name quiet, keeping her out of the Capitol’s grasp, tucked away in the shadows of District 8. She had always felt too good for this world. Too soft for it. But she’d survived it once.

Her condition, her fragility, her gentle demeanor—none of it ever made her weak. It just made her precious. To him.

Now they were throwing her back into the fire.

“Haymitch,” Effie said gently. Her voice had lost all its Capitol shine. “I am… so terribly sorry.”

He didn’t answer. What was there to say?

There was no plan. No maneuver. No clever twist of words that could undo this.

All he could see was her. That quiet smile she gave him when she mended his clothes. The way she held his hand in bed when the nights were too dark. The smell of her hair. The small kiss to his wrist when she thought he was asleep. Her voice saying his name like it meant something.

Gone.

No.

Not gone.

Still within reach.

The plan was still in motion. The one he’d built with Plutarch piece by piece. But now… now it needed to be reshaped. Bent to save her.

He stood abruptly. His voice was rough, slurred at the edges, but solid where it counted. “She’s not dying in that arena.”

“Haymitch—” Peeta started, knowing that at the end, only one of them could get out. There was no way they’d let them get away with it a second year. 

He turned, eyes burning. “I mean it. I don’t care what it takes. If we’re—” He stopped himself. Too many ears. Too many cameras. He gritted his teeth.

Katniss nodded slowly, picking up what he was putting down. “We’ll watch her back. But you know how this works. Especially now. Only one can make it out.”

Only one.

That’s what the Capitol wanted them to believe.

But Katniss and Peeta didn’t know what he did.

Didn’t know Beetee’s plan.

Plutarch’s plan.

Didn’t know the ship hovering beyond the clouds that would be ready for when the time comes.

Didn’t know he’d already laid the groundwork to get her out. He just needed to get the other Victors on board.

He just had to keep Katniss alive long enough to make it happen.

For the rebellion to happen.

But now he had another factor to worry about. His wife was now stuck in the games. Haymitch needed to figure out a way to keep her safe. Sponsors would only do so much, and Cecelia would ensure you were looked after. The capital loved you and all the clothes you made. A Capital favorite, especially to all the designers like Cinna.

Maybe Finnick would do. He could be trusted.

Or Johanna. She liked Y/N. Had a soft spot for her, even if she’d never admit it.

It could work.

It had to.

Effie dabbed her eyes with a lace handkerchief. “She’s one of the good ones,” she whispered. “Always has been.”

Haymitch didn’t reply.

He couldn’t.

He turned and left, boots heavy against the floor as he crossed the car to his compartment. Once the door slid shut, he walked to the window and leaned a hand against it. The tracks blurred by below, the sky painted in ash and dying light.

Somewhere out there, she was being powdered, painted, packaged for the cameras. Being forced into a dress she didn’t want. Touched by hands that didn’t know her. Made to smile through the terror.

Somewhere, she was alone.

And he was here.

But not for long.

This time, he wouldn’t watch from the sidelines.

This time, if the world wanted war—they’d get it.

Because no one was taking her from him again.

Not without burning for it.

[taasgirl]

somethin' stupid - oscar piastri

summary: carlos sainz's sister, y/n, owns a bakery in barcelona, and during the spanish gp, she begins to see a certain face a little more

a/n: there is no face claim so imagine y/n as you wish!

liked by carlossainz55, landonorris, and 16, 287 others ynbakery Make sure you head into the bakery before the Grand Prix this weekend (don't worry, I will NOT be selling whatever Carlos is making)!

carlossainz55 Plenty of people will want the pancakes I made 😡

landonorris Don't worry Carlos I will try some ynbakery landnorris Get a room you two

carlossainz55 Best bakery in Spain!!

user52 aww carlos is so supportive

lilymhe barca weekend + y/n's pastries = heaven

ynbakery LILY I LOVE YOU

user91 i may not have tickets to the gp, but i do have 3 euros to spend on y/n's famous muffins

user67 I'm so ready for all the drivers to be at the bakery HAHA

liked by ynsainz, oscarpiastri, and 82, 932 others lilymhe the fia need to make barca the only circuit all year round purely because of y/n's pastries tagged: alexalbon, ynsainz, ynbakery

ynsainz you are welcome at my bakery whenever you wish

alex_albon If you haven't had that croissant, you haven't lived

georgerussell63 Real

user28 Y/N'S BAKERY!! PLEASE SOMEONE GET THE GRID IN THERE

user63 IF OSCAR WENT HE WOULD LITERALLY BECOME OSCAR PASTRY LMAOOO

user59 lily and alex are so cute i cant

liked by oscarpiastri, lilymhe, and 33, 209 others ynsainz slide 3 trigger warning tagged: carlossainz55

landonorris HAHAHA

carlossainz55 hermana...

ynsainz sorry king I had to do it

oscarpiastri Will the bakery be open all weekend?

ynsainz yes all days except for sunday!!

user74 y/n you are so beautiful

lilymhe Such a pretty girl 💜 liked by ynsainz

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liked by ynsainz, charles_leclerc, and 3, 726, 198 others scuderiaferrari Raceday pancakes?

ynsainz SOMEONE STOP CARLOS FROM THIS PANCAKE BUSINESS I CANNOT DO IT ANYMORE

user87 i'm crying 😭😭

charles_leclerc I think we should leave the cooking to y/n

ynsainz I agree thank you

landonorris I've never seen someone look worse in an apron and chefs hat @ carlossainz55

user22 what is carlos' obssesion with pancakes...

user98 RACEDAY PANCAKES?? GET THEM IN THE FUCKING CAR

liked by oscarpiastri, charles_leclerc, and 44, 827 others ynsainz race day bitchesss 😎 #idratherbeatmybakery

oscarpiastri I'd rather be at your bakery too

lilymhe excuse me oscar but i was just abt to comment this

user55 y/n clutching up with the charlos pics

user60 sorry but umm oscar??

scuderiaferrari End of race pancakes?

ynsainz STOP NO. NO MORE FUCKING PANCAKES

liked by mclaren, landonorris, and 2, 198, 277 others oscarpiastri Barcelona recap ft. a non-edible y/n croissant

mclaren 🧡

ynsainz hope you enjoyed the gift!!

user87 Y/N GOT OSCAR A JELLYCAT

user52 wake up babe, oscar piastri is making moves on his enemy's sister

carlossainz55 ...

user98 IM SCREAMING

user53 official y/n bakery verdict?

oscarpiastri Really really delicious

liked by carlossainz55, charles_leclerc, and 11, 727 others ynbakery Aaaaaand we're back open! First twenty people in store receive a free muffin from our new range!

oscarpiastri Yummm

ynbakery oh hey pastry boy 🥐

landonorris Oh we'll be stopping by then

user61 we?

lilymhe breakfast, lunch, dinner, and my snack are now sorted for the day (please never close again)

ynbakery I think we need an honorary lily cookie...

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liked by charles_leclerc, ynsainz, and 4, 982, 129 others carlossainz55 Proud to be back at home, we go again 👊

scuderiaferrari 🏎️💨 liked by carlossainz55

oscarpiastri Great race brother

user50 we really got oscar complimenting carlos before gta 6

landonorris Sexyyy

user81 Carlos Sainz the man that you are

user93 thoughts on y/n and oscar 😏

carlossainz55 No thoughts.

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liked by landonorris, alex_albon, and 17, 823 others ynbakery For everyone asking if I can get Carlos to bake some things for the shop... NOOOOOO he only makes pancakes 😢

carlossainz55 They are good pancakes y/n

ynbakery yeah okay.

landonorris Don't let him anywhere near any machinery, you're whole place would be shut down

ynbakery HAHA carlossainz55 Says the man who won't eat fish

liked by lilymhe, ynsainz, and 2, 822, 376 others oscarpiastri My girlfriend is a baker so does that mean I should change my username to oscarpastry? tagged: ynsainz

ynsainz yes i think it does

oscarpiastri Good to know

user44 Y/N AND OSCAR MATCHING JELLYCATS??

carlossainz55 @ ynsainz Are you making pancakes without me

oscarpiastri Don't worry we followed your recipe 🤣 ynsainz oscarpiastri OSCAR DON'T EXPOSE ME

user92 GIRLFRIEND AHHHHHHH

landonorris I am praying for your well being now that carlos is technically your brother in law

oscarpiastri Thanks mate

please let me know if you liked this, i know it's been a while since i last posted! reqs are open!!

[winter-soldier-buck]

heart by heart ♡ b.b

pairing: thunderbolts!bucky barnes x singlemom!fem!reader (... kind of?)

warning: this barely scrapes the surface of what i have planned for this fic, use of y/n

summary: after spending time in the void, bucky realized one of the worst aspects of his past was letting you go

word count: 1.3k

author's note: hiiii everyone, this is my first bucky fic ever. and the first fic i've written in a long time. like i mentioned above, this is barely what i've imagined for this story in it's entirety but i cut off what i have planned because i wanted to post and see if anyone actually liked the story/would want more of it. that being said, any and all feedback is appreciated and i hope you enjoy :)

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this story was inspired by this song and this tiktok

A deep sigh of contentment left your mouth as you plopped down on the living room couch, finally allowing yourself some time to unwind. You sat there for a moment, blinking at the ceiling as you let your muscles relax, before sitting up again to grab the freshly poured glass of wine from the coffee table.

After a quick swirl of the glass, you took a sip and hummed approvingly as the liquid enveloped your taste buds. Then, you took in your surroundings.

The apartment was spotless. You’d just spent a good portion of your night ensuring its cleanliness. All was quiet, peaceful, even, apart from the music playing lowly from the TV and the odd drip of water that fell into the kitchen sink, reminding you that you still hadn’t called a plumber to fix it. Nonetheless, you couldn’t have been bothered to care in that moment as you curled your legs up beneath you and sank further into the cushions.

The riff of Eagle-Eye Cherry’s one-hit wonder, Save Tonight, started playing, and you found yourself mindlessly tapping the wine glass along to the beat while debating how to spend the remainder of the evening. The night was young, and the options were endless. Not really, though. Who were you kidding? It’s not like you were going out. You’d already turned down the proposed date night with the guy you had been talking to.

However, you had a gut feeling the night was only just about to begin despite it being 10pm.

After taking another sip of wine, you leaned forward to put the glass back on the table and grabbed the TV remote, switching from Spotify to Netflix. You scrolled through the movies and shows, unimpressed with the options, before ultimately switching to Hulu so you could get caught up on the newest episode of the trashy reality TV you couldn’t stop watching.

This night, specifically, called for the Casa Amor episode of Love Island USA.

The recap of the previous episode started playing, and you were already invested as you were reminded of the drama that occurred. You weren’t long reaching for your wine glass again, taking another sip as you settled back into your go-to rotting position.

That was until your cell phone started ringing from where it sat a few feet away on the kitchen island, making you jump.

“Shit,” you gasped and looked down at the wet spot forming on your sweatshirt from the wine, a pout forming on you lips at the thought of having to rewash the piece of clothing so soon. Then your gaze shot to your phone, which continued to ring loudly. “Who the hell?”

Groaning as you begrudgingly got up off the couch, you walked over to the kitchen island and set the wine glass down before grabbing your phone. However, instead of seeing the name of a contact, the words ‘no caller ID’ showed on the screen, making you furrow your eyebrows.

A sense of dread washed over you while you began wondering who was calling so late and why they clearly didn’t want to be traced. Shaking your head, you clicked the power button twice to send the call to voicemail and set the phone back down. You took a few breaths, trying to ease the growing nerves you felt as you stared at the dark screen, waiting to see if it’d light up with the notification of a new voicemail message.

It didn’t. Instead, the phone started ringing again with an incoming call from an unknown number. Despite everything in you telling you not to, this time, you answered.

“Hello?” You greeted hesitantly, not knowing who to expect would be on the other end of the call. But, instead of replying, the person was silent, which annoyed you. “Listen, I don’t know who this is, but you need to quit calling me.”

“Y/N,” a male greeted, making chills run down your spine as you froze in place. It was the voice of a man you could never forget, no matter how hard you tried.

Another moment passed, and you swallowed hard before whispering your reply.

“No. Wrong number.”

The man took a breath.

“Right voice.”

You shook your head, tears welling in your eyes.

“Wrong time, Bucky.”

Silence took over again, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to end the call.

“Can there ever be a right time again?” Bucky finally asked while you squeezed your eyes shut.

“I don’t know,” you replied sternly, feeling annoyance become more prominent amongst the array of emotions coursing through you. “It’s been over three years. Three goddamn years, Bucky. What could you possibly want from me?”

��To talk, Y/N. Please.”

“I-,” you started, but cut yourself off when you heard a door creak open from down the hallway. You froze, waiting to see if you’d heard correctly, and when the sound of tiny footsteps made their way down the hall toward the kitchen, you cursed yourself even more.

“Mommy?” Your toddler daughter asked as she entered the room, tiredly rubbing at her eyes.

“Hi, baby,” you greeted softly, wedging the cell phone between your shoulder and ear as you immediately went over and scooped her up. “Why are you awake, hm?”

“Who’s on the phone, Mama?”

“Oh, uh,” you trailed off as she leaned against your shoulder, not really knowing what to say. Then, the man on the other end of the call spoke up again.

“Mama,” Bucky repeated, and you could imagine the look on his face as he processed this information. “Y-you’re a mom.”

“Yeah, Bucky, I am.”

“How old is she?”

You shut your eyes again and groaned in frustration. Bucky was the one person you never thought you’d have this conversation with. Almost every fibre of your being was screaming at you to lie. That he didn’t deserve to know the truth, let alone anything about you. But you couldn’t. Not to him.

“She’ll be three in December,” you answered quietly.

Part of you hoped that Bucky wouldn’t piece everything together, but you knew he was too clever not to.

“December,” he repeated again. “She was born eight months after we-.”

“Went our separate ways, yeah,” you finished for him.

Silence.

“Y/N, is she mine?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“That’s not fair,” he pleaded, shock still lacing his voice. “Y/N, please.”

“What do you want me to say, Bucky?” You asked, tears welling in your eyes again. “You’re not part of my life anymore. You wanted this. You’re the one who left.”

“To protect you. There’s so much-.”

“Bullshit. You know me well enough to know that I could never be afraid of you, Bucky. That anything absolutely crazy this life brought upon me didn’t matter because you were there. I loved you, but you left.”

The tears were full-on streaming by that point, and your daughter moved her head to see why you were upset, worry etching her features when she saw that you were crying.

A few moments went by as you assured her that you were ok and wiped away your tears before Bucky spoke up again.

“Can we talk?” He asked. “Not over the phone. I need to see you.”

“Why now?” You whispered, voice cracking.

“I- I-it’s, well, it’s hard to explain. I was hoping to do so in person, though.”

You chuckled slightly, surprised at how natural the reaction came.

“Knowing you, that could mean literally anything. Probably something I could never imagine.”

“Yeah,” Bucky chuckled too, the familiar sound causing butterflies to form in your stomach. “Kinda what you get with me, isn’t it?”

“Something like that, Barnes,” you answered, then sighed as you weighed your options. “Tomorrow morning. In Brooklyn.”

“Our coffee shop?”

“Yeah. I’ll meet you there at 9:30.”

“Perfect,” he said, and you could practically hear the smile you assumed was on his face. “Thank you, Y/N.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” you responded. “There’s a good chance I’ll want to throw hot coffee at you.”

“Better than nothing, so I’ll take it. Goodnight, doll.”

“Goodnight, Bucky.”

[sapphicmsmarvel]

Azriel: she doesn't need a lot

this is inspired by benny blanco talking about selena gomez in an interview where he says: 

“She doesn’t need a lot. She's like the easiest person in the world. but I know….” 

and then went into things she wants in her relationships.  

and i thought hm. az would say that about y/n so here we are!!

Notes: plus size reader, a bit of her feeling bad about herself and az is there to pick her up. This is 100% self indulgent. 

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“She doesn’t need a lot. She's like the easiest person in the world. but I know….” 

I know she needs me to reassure sometimes. 

He knew your anxiety was a beast sometimes. He knew when you became quiet in public, sometimes that meant you were spiraling inside your head.

He had pulled you away from the crowd of people in lew of him needing some quiet for a moment. But the second you two were out there alone, without all your friends, he just asked. “You okay, baby?” 

“Yeah.” You said quietly. 

“You sure? Say the word and we’ll go home.” 

“It’s not that.” You sighed, “it’s that, everyone is staring at you like you’re theirs. Like you aren’t a person, some piece of meat to ogle. It’s making me mad.” 

He felt your anger down the bond, but there was a shadow of something else in there. “And?” 

“And what?” You snapped, he knew you didn’t mean it. It was just you being snippy in defense. 

“And what else? You aren’t just angry on my behalf. There’s something else.” 

You looked up to the stars stubbornly, he knew you were warring with yourself on whether or not to bring something up. 

“Y/N tell me.” 

“I don’t think I’m pretty enough to be next to you.” You whispered, embarrassed tears cresting on your waterline. “Oh Gods, I can’t cry right now, Mor would kill me for ruining this liner.” 

You straightened up to tilt your head farther back. You blinked a couple of times and continued talking, “I just. You’re so pretty Az. I know you don’t think so but you are genuinely the hottest man alive and sometimes people give me odd looks for being by you.” 

“Who?” 

“Oh, I stopped keeping track after we sat down when we came in.” 

That was hours ago.  

“My love, why didn’t you say anything?” He said, exasperatedly. 

“Oh like what? You’re too handsome for me to bring you out in public?” 

He tried not to laugh because you were trying to be assertive with your head tilted up to force your tears to go back into their ducts. You took a deep breath and brought your head down.

You opened your mouth to say something, probably to tell him it’s not a big deal. But he knew you well enough to know you needed reassurance but you weren’t going to ask for it. 

“You are without a doubt the most beautiful woman in the world. I love you. And only you. Truthfully, I did not notice others because I've been too busy admiring you all night.”

You had such a pretty pink flush dance across your cheeks. “I love you.” You said. 

“And I you.” He pecked your forehead. “Plus, you can always mark me as yours.” He gave you a shit eating grin that you quickly returned. He was relieved to see some of your fire come back. 

“Don’t mind if I do.” 

He wore your marks proudly. The rest of the night he didn’t leave your side, just cause he didn’t want to. He would have a hand on your thigh or knee, or just pull you into his lap. 

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“She doesn’t need a lot. She's like the easiest person in the world. but I know….” 

She likes to have dinner with me to recap our days. 

He always, always is home for dinner. Sometimes, Rhys calls him away on missions but he truly tries not to be gone for overnights anymore. 

He can’t really sleep without you. Which was laughable to Rhys and Cassian before they fell in love themselves, now they understand. 

You both love to just sit and gossip about your days over some food. Cooking together is fun yet you both try to annoy each other. 

Nothing is more simple than sharing a meal together, yet it is one of the most intimate. 

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“She doesn’t need a lot. She's like the easiest person in the world. but I know….” 

She likes to be with me 

You like to do things together but apart. 

Whether or not you two are reading your own books on the same couch, or he’s cleaning his knives at the table and you’re cooking dinner. Hell, a lot of the times you’re the one cleaning your knives and he’s cooking dinner. He’ll do laundry while you dust. He can be in the bath and you’re flossing your teeth in the bathroom mirror. 

Simply being next to him is calming. He’s your comfort blanket. 

When he walks into a room, the first person he looks for is you. And you give a smile that is worth a thousand stars. 

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“She doesn’t need a lot. She's like the easiest person in the world. but I know….” 

She loves date night. 

It warms his heart, the way you get so excited for date night, you two have had years together, hundreds of them, but you still doll up and get all fluttery when you two go out on dates together. You would still smile and flush like you did the day you two went out on your first official date. Twinkling eyes and alluring laugh that roped him in the first time he saw you. 

He never got sick of the way you looked at him. Doe-eyed and soft. Like he was worth something. 

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“She doesn’t need a lot. She's like the easiest person in the world. but I know….” 

Sometimes, being out in public makes you panic. 

You didn’t have an easy upbringing, but you also just have generalized anxiety disorder that makes it hard to be out in public sometimes. If you had a bad anxiety night, the next day was usually rough. He would offer to bring you food but you knew you had to go out in town to truly move on from this. 

Something that worked for you was exposure therapy. So you two would go out for lunch a little past the “normal” time so crowds were less. You would order comfort food, and if you were quiet, he knew why and he didn't press. 

Sometimes, it would be successful, you would feel adventurous and want to go out to a bookshop to celebrate and buy yourself a little treat. (aka a new book) 

But the other times, you’d feel the panic set in, most of the time after your meal. You would just start to disassociate. 

“I’ll get you home baby.” He would pay quickly, grab you and fly you home instantly. 

Flying calmed you ironically enough. You had a fear of heights before you met Az. Fresh air always calms your system down. 

He would get you home and in comfy clothes. Then say, “hey, progress is progress.” 

“It was like one step forward and three back, Az.” 

“Then we take a leap next time, or five different baby steps. That’s okay my love.” He would bundle you into his arms and say, “slow progress is still progress. Even stagnant progress is still progress.” 

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“She doesn’t need a lot. She's like the easiest person in the world. but I know….” 

She just wants me, for me. 

He knew he could be poor, he could be without a job, he could lose everything, and you would still be by his side. He knew he didn’t have to put on a front, he didn’t have to pretend to be someone he wasn’t. 

He was Azriel, and you were Y/N.

Husband and Wife. Star-fated. In life and death.

[scorpioriesling]

Your Ridoc smut is so good ughhhh— Will you maybe write more with prompt 69 plsplsplsplsss

Loving You Out Loud

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Pairing(s): Ridoc x reader

Warning(s): 18+, mdni, nsfw, p in v, oral, fingering

Summary: Keeping your relationship with Ridoc quiet for so long has had its pros, but once your friends catch onto your antics, you realize the two of you might not like being so quiet anymore.

SR’s Note: This uses prompt #69 from my request masterlist, so naturally... LMAO. Thank you for your request, and I hope you enjoy (; I did more porn WITH plot this time, lol -- it actually turned out kinda cute. <3

Tags: @mellowmusings @rcarbo1 @lilah-asteria @kitsunetori @velarisdusk (inbox me or comment if you'd like to be added!)

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"Yeah! Then Violet went all crazy, I swear she was pulling moves I'd never seen before, and..."

You nod along as your friend Rhiannon continues, recapping how the night full of challenges had gone as your mind begins to wander. She was only filling you in because you'd been sick... and by sick, you meant "sick". At least, that's what you told the others.

"...and then, Sawyer challenged him for saying such a thing!"

Her voice fades in an out, the memory of last night threatening to cloud your thoughts once more.

"Fuck, baby -- so sweet," Ridoc had said, the low rumble of his voice sending a fresh wave of heat to your core. You squirmed atop him, adjusting to take him into your mouth once more.

You moaned loudly as he slicked between your folds, making a sloppy mess between your thighs as you straddled his face, lying flat atop him to take his length down your throat.

He sucked in a harsh breath as the tip of his cock hit the back o fyour throat, and you pulled your lips away slowly, smirking as you released him with a loud pop.

"Mmm, you like that?" You teased, continuing the slow strokes of your hand as your fingers stayed wrapped around his length. He chuckled, his lips wrapping around your swollen clit as he sucked harshly. You squirmed, the sensation perfectly pleasureable and all too much at the same time.

"No more teasing," he warned, lifting you off his face to lie on the bed next to him. He moved atop you, staring into your eyes with all the love in the world.

"I need you," he said quietly, his fist pumping his hard cock a few more times as he aligned himself with you, your essence still glistening on his chin.

Rhiannon pauses, and you refocus on the world before you.

"Y/N? Are you alright?"

You meet her gaze, faking a cough before pinching your eyebrows.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry," you stutter out. She places a comforting hand on your back.

"Still not feeling well?" She offers, and you give a small nod.

"Just recovering." Your cheeks heat. You hated lying, but... there's no way in Hell you'd let the truth out.

You round the corner into the mess hall for lunch, and Rhi waves excitedly as she spots your usual table full of squadmates. Your eyes search for his brown ones, all to familiar yet all too ... absent, it seemed.

Taking the seat next to Maren, you perch near the end of the table, your chatty friend and squad leader sitting across from you.

"Fuck Ridoc -- yes, yes, yes!" You chanted, every word puncutated with his hips snapping against yours. He stared down at you, the hungry look in his eyes making the situation all the more delicious.

"So fuckin' tight," he breathed out, a few short strands of hair falling into his eyes as he focused on the point where his dick rammed into you. You meweled and clawed at the bedsheets, trying your best to keep quiet.

He adjusted his position, moving to hover over you more as he pushed his huge cock in at full-force. You cried out in pleasure, and he slipped a hand over your mouth.

"Such a good girl, so... loud, I love it," he cooed, his eyes meeting yours once more. "You can take it all, hm?"

Your eyes rolled back as you felt the red-hot coil snap inside your lower belly, every wave of pleasure flooding through you in an instant. Your eyes widened, staring up at the love of your life as he panted above you.

"Fuck -- fuck, feel so good baby, squeezin' my fuckin' dick like that... oh Gods.." he trusted in, his movements becoming slower and slower as you clenched around him. He let out a short groan, pausing to grab his cock in his hand and pump himself inside you.

"Mmmm... cum in me, please," you begged, still riding on the orgasmic high your boyfriend had given you. He breathed deep, his seed spurting inside of you and coating your inner walls.

It was a feeling that couldn't compare -- not that you were ready to divulge the relationship you shared to your friends quite yet.

"Feeling better today?" Sawyer asks from a few seats down, and you only offer a short nod before glancing down at the table before you. Everyone continues talking, but Imogene's voice is heard clear over the rest of the group.

"Funny, Ridoc said he wasn't feeling well last night either," she muses, and your eyes lift to meet hers. She toys with a piece of broccoli on her plate, the light catching on the silver of her fork. "How... strange."

Her eyes only spare you a glance, and thank the Gods -- your face is reddening again.

"W-what's that supposed to mean?" You stutter, and Imogene shrugs.

"Maybe you both got food poisoning," Sloane suggests with a shrug. "Did you eat any of the same things last night-"

Imogene cuts her off with a loud sigh, glancing back your way.

"I just mean it is rather... convenient, you're both sick at the same time." She huffs a laugh, a devilish smirk crossing her features. "Kind of like last time when you were injured, and who volunteered to stay with you for those three days while you healed?"

You chew the inside of your cheek, trying to find some way to diverge this unfolding situation.

"In... private, too." Imogene muses, lifting her fork and slowly chewing on the veggie. More pairs of eyes have turned to look to you, their curiosity piqued.

You let out a shaky laugh as images from the previous rendezvous flood your mind. Surely you're as red as a tomato by now-

"Ridoc... oh Gods, I-"

"You, what, sweetheart?" He laughed, offerring you a sly smile as his long fingers continued pumping in and out of your throbbing core. You squirmed, sucking in a sharp breath when pain once again bloomed in your side. Your boyfriend noticed, placing a gentle but halting hand on your absomen.

"Healers said you're not supposed to move," he said, his voice gruff. The heat beneath your skin, just under his hand... Gods, it was hotter than any other time.

"I... oh Gods, yes," you squeak, watching as his fingers plunge into you at an increasing speed. He curls them inside of you, rubbing on your most sensitive spot where the heat continued to build.

"Oh Gods -- Ridoc, I'm-!"

Your release gushed out of you, splattering across the linen sheets of the hospital bed as Ridoc continued fingering you, his bottom lip drawn between his teeth. You moaned loudly, tossing your head back against the pillows as his minstrations slowed.

Glancing down, you noticed the huge wet spot below you, and your cheeks pinkened. Ridoc's eyes looked over your body, pure lust clouding his vision.

"That was the hottest thing I think I've ever fucking seen," he growled, leaning in and pressing a quick, starving kiss to your lips. "If you weren't injured, I'd have you ass-up for me right now."

"What are we talkin' about?"

You breathe a sigh of relief as Ridoc slides along the bench beside you, his thigh pressing against yours as he tosses his rucksack onto the table carelessly. Everyone turns this time, staring at the overly unaware male as he greets the team with a grin.

Sloane coughs once, and Imogene shrugs.

"We were just... making the connection, that the two of you were both um," Rhiannon pauses, her gaze finding yours. "Sick, last night."

Ridoc flinches, a look of surprise crossing his face.

"Oh wow, really?" He muses, and you suck in a breath as his large hand finds the top of your thigh. "I had no idea you were out last night," his gaze locks onto yours, and you have to fight to keep your grin at bay.

"Y-yeah," Sloane continues on, her interest in the situation rising. "Did you guys... um." She twists her mouth to the side, deciding how to finish the question.

Ridoc's eyes widen in surprise. "What, skip the challenges together last night?" He glances at you again, laughing overabundantly. "No, no -- I didn't even realize she was sick, to be honest. Wonder how that happened."

He shrugs, and you chew on your lower lip. His fingers drift higher on your leg, inching closer and closer to your core. You mentally battle removing his hand, or leaning into the touch.

“Maybe it was food poisoning.” He suggests, and Cat snorts a laugh.

“Sounds about as believable as when that one suggested it the first time.” She gestures to Sloane, earning an eyeroll in return. Thankfully, the conversation stops there, everyone returning back to their previous talks.

Once everyone’s eyes are off of the two of you, you shoot Ridoc a withering side eye.

“What the Hell are you doing?” You whisper angrily, and he only grins.

“What, I can’t get turned on by my girlfriend mid-day?” He chuckles, and you smack his hand away.

“Ridoc, I thought we were still keeping things… quiet,” your gaze falls to the table, and his hand finds the small of your back instead.

“Sweetheart, I’m ready to tell everyone the second you are.” He gives you a reassuring nod, and you sneak a glance at his lips before meeting his gaze again.

“I just… maybe I like the quiet moments we share. Don’t you?” You ask, and his face inches closer to yours.

“I do… but I also like the loud ones.” He winks, and your face flushes. He brushes a thumb over your cheek, and you hear a few whispers from the other end of the table.

“Guys,” he announces, his gaze not straying from yours. “We have something to come clean about…”

The table is nearly quiet before Sawyer snorts.

“You’re not really telling us anything we didn’t already suspect,” he chuckles, and Imogene shrugs in an I-told-ya-so way.

The flush on cheeks doesn’t falter as Ridoc scootches you as close as possible, finally looking at the table of your friends.

“We’ve… we’re… uh,” you stutter, and Ridoc places a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“She’s mine,” he says confidently, and you try to stifle a smile as many raised eyebrows and looks of approval come your way. “Has been, actually, for a while.” His hand still rests on your back, rubbing up and down as your squadmates revel in the new information.

Rhiannon, however, is unamused.

“That’s… great, that you’ve finally let the cat we all knew was in the bag, out.” She says, giving you a raised eyebrow. “But please — don’t ever skip challenges again so the two of you can fuck-“

“WHAT? No, oh Gods, no no,” you scramble, hiding your face in your hands. “We both truly were-“

"That's not what you said last night," your boyfriend muses, and you glare at him. Rhiannon only waves a hand.

“I’ll let you off the hook this time, just… don’t make it a habit.” Her eyes find yours as she chuckles. “You don’t have to plead your case to me, Y/N.”

With that, the clocktower chimes signaling the end of lunch and the resume of classes for the day. Everyone stands at once, and Ridoc tosses his pack over his shoulders as he follows you out of the hall. As the two of you proceed to your next class, you feel his fingers lace through yours.

“This, is the type of loud I like.” He says, kissing the top of your head as you walk hand in hand. “Moments where I can show everyone, without restraint, just how much I love you.”

You giggle, looking up at him before pulling him closer to snuggle against his arm.

“I think I’ll enjoy loving you out loud, too.”

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[quickestgold]

After the Dust | Part 1 | The Pitt

Pairing: Dr. Jack Abbot x Dr. (Ex-Mil)!Reader

Chapter 1: Darkness

Backstory to Goodbye, My Lover | JACK

Recap: You and Jack survived the horrors of war together. But when the dust settled, you realised that coming home and going back to the way things used to be were two very different things.

Synopsis: You've seen each other at your lowest. But never like this. A darkness, you'd long forgotten, is slowly creeping in.

Warnings: War trauma, ptsd, s*icidal tendencies >>> she’ very angsty with a tiny bit of comfort sprinkled in if you squint

Word count: 1066

A/n: It‘s backstory time besties… and whatever you do, don‘t listen to Forever by Mumford & Sons while reading this haha….. PLEASE tell me what you think in the comments!!

Next Chapter 2: Light | Chapter 3: Peace

You know this feeling well. The calm after the storm. After yet another tour. You‘re slightly older. More lines on your and Jack’s faces. More bruises. More scars. Both painfully aware, that the worst ones are the ones neither of you can see.

In the distance, you can still hear the howling. The rush still pulsing through your veins. Taking you back.

And you can‘t help but stare.

But there‘s something else. Slowly creeping in. A darkness, you‘d long forgotten. You thought you’d left it behind. Naive, you now realize. It‘s been with you all along, tightening its grip around you, suffocating.

A hand squeezes yours gently, “You‘re still there.“ Jack‘s voice, soft but broken, momentarily anchors you in the present.

You are walking, not quite sure how you got here. The cemetery has become your place of solace. A quiet reminder of those who didn‘t come home, when you did.

Of course, there's the shame of making it back. But there's something else too. Drawing you in. Something eerily familiar. A longing, you can't quite articulate.

Jack tries to hold onto you, but you‘re pulling further away from him. Not literally. No, you remain steadfast in his grip. But emotionally? You're slipping away into darkness.

Coming here was your idea. Jack always found it a bit morbid. But he would walk with you anyway. Anywhere.

“I‘m right here, Jack“, frustration evident in your tone.

Jack just shakes his head silently.

You huff out a humorless laugh. “Like it was easy for you to come back last time...“

“It wasn‘t“, he counters almost immediately. “But I let you in.“

His words sting. He‘s right. You know he is.

You feel as though something broke within you this time and you‘re not sure how to mend it.

“We were happy.“ It's more of a question, than a statement. The distance between you feels overwhelming. “I know you‘re hurting, but I love you. And this will pass, I promise.“

For a moment, you believe him. You feel a wave of love washing over you, it’s comforting and familiar. But as you come up for air, guilt suddenly hits you. For the sadness you’re causing Jack. For not being able to be the person he still sees. For being envious of those who didn‘t-

The realization frightens you to your core--

But your attention is suddenly drawn to a bird landing on a gravestone just a few feet away. For a brief moment, everything is still and the bird’s movements are almost too quiet. You feel your chest getting heavier, as you remember how a small sound in war could mean the difference between life and death.

Now you really are there.

Jack notices immediately, placing a hand on your shoulder to bring you back. You flinch, instinctively stepping back. "Y/N, you're here with me. We're not at war. We made it home. We're safe."

You'd feel ashamed of reacting this way to something so peaceful, but the threat of danger clouds your rational thoughts.

"Take a look around. Tell me what you see", his voice even softer now.

Usually, Jack's words would really work, ground you. Hell, you'd used it on Jack a couple of times too. There was always a quiet understanding between you. To be there for each other, despite your own battles within.

But in this moment, you both realize that healing isn’t that simple. Surviving the war was one thing. Surviving the aftermath together might be even harder.

You listen to the wind calmly blowing leaves off trees, like a faint peaceful whisper calling to you. But it's wrong. It starts to feel like a shrill noise in the distance, haunting you.

Your eyes are still fixed on the bird. It seems to mock you. Pulling you in. As if it knows you are too close to the edge.

You take a deep breath, trying to focus your attention on something else. Anything.

But the peace you came here to find slips further away with every passing second.

The sound of your breathing feels too loud, too ragged. You blink repeatedly, as you stumble forward, your legs unsteady as though the ground beneath you isn't real.

“Hey!” Jack’s voice is suddenly sharp, his arm wrapping around you.

“Breathe with me,” he murmurs. “It’s okay.”

But it isn't.

Jack’s voice is muffled. His hand tightens around yours, but it feels like he's reaching for a ghost.

"I don't know how to live like that anymore", you finally breathe out, voice breaking.

Your head is a battlefield, flashing memories you never wanted to remember and a voice, your own voice, telling you that it's easier to just let go. To take the leap into the abyss. To forget and be forgotten.

But you know it doesn't work like that.

Jack.

But the darkness takes you anyway.

A sterile scent hits you. Familiar, but unpleasant. You still feel unreal, like you're in a dream, or a nightmare, but the pain in your chest is all too real.

You register every movement. Why are your eyes closed?

Your body feels heavy, too drained. What did you do?

"I'm here." Jack's voice echoes in your head. Where is here?

Jack paces beside your bed, worry etched into his features. The tests Robby ordered only mildly reassure Jack.

Exhaustion. Sure, you'll be fine physically, but he didn't say a word about the emotional toll.

Jack’s eyes are tired too, but every time they flicker towards you, there's a desperate kind of hope, as if he needs you to wake up from this dreamlike state and tell him that you are okay.

But you want to be anywhere else. Somewhere far away. Somewhere where you could just stop feeling everything.

Somewhere where you wouldn’t hurt anyone. Especially not Jack.

Jack’s voice breaks through your fog. but you can't bring yourself to open your eyes. “I can’t… I don’t know what to do. You‘re slipping away and I-”, his voice trembles. “I can’t lose you.”

It finally dawns on you, it's killing him to see you like this.

You feel the pit in your stomach grow. You want to speak, to reassure him, but you can't even lie to yourself, let alone him.

It isn't the first time the thought crossed your mind, to step away from the chaos.

But it is the first time Jack is close enough to see it.

I told you she was an angsty fic, I'm sorry!! Stay tuned for part 2... reader will be fiiine of course (!), this is the backstory to Goodbye, My Lover.

As always, lmk if you want to be added to the taglist, but pls make sure to comment/share your thoughts if you do. ♡

[op1umeyes]

Twilight Crack Scenarios with Mildly Unhinged Reader

(You’d easily fallen in step with the Cullens after accepting an internship position for Carlisle Cullen. You were a witty seventeen year old that- surprisingly- got along relatively fine with Rosalie to literally everyone’s surprise. You figured out about their condition, but didn’t really care. READ: BELLA DOES NOT EXIST IN THIS!!!!!!)

“Hello, my fellows!” you shouted into the house as you nudged the door shut with your foot. “It’s movie night, if any of you forgot- and it is my turn to pick.” After toeing off your shoes, you took both of your coffees to the living room to wait for the Cullen clan.

Rosalie and Emmett appeared in the blink of an eye, curling up onto the couch as you chug caffeine and turn on the Peanuts movie. “How was your day, kid?” Emmett asked, making Rosalie turn to give you a wry smile.

You shrugged, thinking of running around and doing labs all day for Carlisle. Nothing too eventful- oh! “There was this crazy old lady that came in wanting drugs,” you shrugged. “Brought a knife, did the whole, ‘Do you know how much I’ve invested in this town?!’ speech. Other than that, nothing.” As you finished your recap, Alice and Jasper flopped onto the couch beside you.

“Did she get her… drugs?” Jasper asks, handing you the chunky knit blanket that you’d fallen in love with during your first visit at the Cullen house. He let you lean your head on his shoulder as you kicked your feet- clad in extremely fuzzy Christmas socks- onto Emmett’s lap.

“Nope!” You slammed one of your freshly empty coffee cups onto the cofee table. “It was kinda funny seeing Carlisle go sicko mode, though. He did the whole,” you cleared your throat before going on in a deeper voice in imitation of the immortal, “‘get back, y/n, this isn’t safe. You could get injured-‘“

“Well, you could have!” Carlisle remarked defensively as he walked into the room. “And I do not sound like that.”

Emmett snorted. “Nah, dad, that’s a perfect imitation of you.” The hulking vampire reached over and gave you a high five as you and the other vampires (minus Carlisle) dissolved into laughter at Carlisle’s frowning face.

Do you think I look hot? Edward. Edward. Eeeddddwarrrrrrrddddd! Look at me Eddie. Ooh, I saw your nostril flare. Do you think I look hot, Eddie? I think I look stunnin’!

Edward Cullen had been listening to you pestering him for the past half hour- almost the whole class period. The immortal took great care to not glance over at you, who was doing God knows what from the desk across from him. His eyes closed and he tried to listen yo the teacher speak, but no.

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. Eddie-ward. Edddddieee! Edd- Oh, shoot, I have an essay due next hour.

Edward couldn’t stop the smile slowly twisting his lips as you frantically panicked about the essay that you apparently hadn’t gotten done. Edward was almost certain you had gotten over whatever it was you were doing that requires him to look over at you to see if you looked hot.

I don’t even care, you finally thought. Edward! Eddie! Eddddwaaaarrrrrrdddddd! Do you think I look hot?

With one minute left in the class, Edward heaved a massive sigh before turning his head to look at you.

A pair of scissors was perched carefully on your nose a tiny claw clip was holding some of your hair up in a way that made you look like a unicorn. Markers were taped haphazardly to your face. You looked like a pitiful Christmas tree.

The bell rang just as Edward started laughing, eyes closing as your giggling filled the room. Edward heard the teacher’s internal complaints about the two of you, but Edward was too busy laughing to care.

The Cullens had been out for the day: the weather was bright. You knew that the vampires were taking the day to hunt and stay away from humans. Though, you still drove straight to Carlisle’s after school because it was your second home.

You heard their voices filter through the door a couple hours laster. Heaving a sigh, you slipped your shoes onto your feet and padded out back to watch The Great Cleaning™️. Of course the immortals had known you were at their house- they smelled your familiar scent and heard your heartbeat.

Carlisle picked up the pressure washer and started cleaning off Esme first. Emmett waved his grubby, blood stained hands at you in greeting. Rosalie also looked up and gave you a smaller but equally warm smile.

Beside them stood Edward, Jasper, and Alice. Alice was closest to Esme, but she was talking animatedly to Jasper. Edward- noticing the two in conversation but also seeing and waving to you- nudged the couple and gestured over to where you were watching in amusement from the porch.

“Hi, y/n/n!” Alice yelled over the noise of the pressure washer.

“Hey Al!” You said back, knowing she could hear you with her hightened ability.

Jasper and Alice returned to their conversation. You assumed that Edward was picking at the crusted blood and soil under his nails as Rose and Emmett chattered. Esme had just stepped away from the stream of the water.

Alice, who was not paying attention and did not have her knees braced for the onslaught of water, was sent flying backwards.

Your mouth dropped open as Alice’s fairy-shaped body slammed so hard into a tree that she made an indent in the middle of the trunk when her marble-strong limbs crashed to the ground. Emmett and Edward were guffawing at the sight of Alice. Rose glared sharply at Emmett while Jasper walked- not ran- to help a laughing Alice to her feet.

No one seemed surprised: not even Carlisle (he just looked like he’d spent a millennia with zero sleep and somehow acquired these mentally unstable individuals who happened to be frozen in time just like him). The doctor just shook his head with an impatient expression.

When the vampires were done getting hosed off, Alice bounded over to you. She wrapped her soaking wet arms around you. “Hi!”

“That’s not the first time you’ve… flown into a tree, was it?” You asked, having an energetic Emmett elbow you in the side.

”Nope!” He howled with laughter. “You shouldve seen Alice when-“

“Hey!” Alice shrilled. “Don’t tell her that!”

Emmett laughed and laughed.

It was your turn to plan Mother’s day. At least, that’s what you claimed when you insisted on taking the lead of one of the hundreds of Mother’s Day celebrations that Esme starred in.

So after a month of planning, sneaking around, and scheming, you and the others are waiting on the sound of Carlisle’s car to bring out the woman of the day.

“Happy Mother’s Day!”

Esme acted surprised as you let confetti stream down from the ceiling and all greeted her at once. She immediately pulled everyone (including Carlisle) into a hug wuere ahe promptly started crying. “You guys. . .” She said.

Rosalie pulled away last, wrapping an arm around you. “It was y/n’s turn, this year.”

When Esme threw her arms around you and squeezed you gently, she felt a warmth where her heart should be beating. In such a short span of time, you had managed to make your mark on the family that would remember it for the millennia to come. “Thank you, my darling,” Esme’s voice cracked.

“You’re welcome,” you replied.

“Time for cake!” Emmett hollered after wiping his own leaking eye.

“But we-“

“We can all look at the swirling frosting designs in awe,” Rosalie cut in sharply, glaring at Edward. “Y/n can tell us how it tastes.”

You smiled lightly at Rose’s jump to defend you. You hadn’t forgotten that the vampires couldn’t eat- but you didn’t really know how else to make it feel like a party without cake.

“Lead the way, my sweets,” Esme said, a glowing smile lifting her features.

[ihavethedreamiesx]

Easy | Felix | Easy to Expert (1) [NSFW]

Lee Yongbok (Felix - Stray Kιds)

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~4.9k

Pairing: Felix x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Fluff, Friends to Lovers

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Oral (F! Receiving), Fingering, Biting, One Singular Spank, He Gets a Bit Rough, Unprotected Sex (Use a condom! Don't do what they do.)

Summary: In which you can't normally get off and Felix doesn't like this one bit.

Author's Note: Imagine trying to write something like this with a straight face because you are at your uncle's house in the living room with everyone else there and you can't go anywhere else...

Also your friend's name is Yuna here and she's not a reference to any idol or anything, this was just the name that came to mind.

-> Part 2 <-

Revised (1/30/25)

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"He had the stamina of a work horse; I thought I was going to die."

"Really?" You weren't convinced.

"No, seriously. I have never cum that many times in one session." Your friend shakes her head, and you blink. You watched her take a swig of beer and you took another bite of chicken.

"You started without us?" Someone whines behind you, and you turn to see Jisung and Minho coming up to your table. The younger man pouts as he sits down in the empty chair next to you while Minho sits on his other side.

"You guys are half an hour late." Yuna sneers at them, waving a drumstick aggressively.

"Where's everyone else?" you ask.

"Seungmin can't make it, Jeongin is sick. Chan and Changbin are on their way from the studio. Felix and Hyunjin just left campus after dance practice." Minho lists off, waving his hand up to get the auntie's attention to get beer.

"Is Jinnie going to shower first? Poor thing looks like he fell in a pond after dance practice." Yuna bounces a bit as she talks since the waitress brings over the order of Tteokbokki you’d ordered.

"That's why they're late." Jisung speaks around a mouthful.

"Anyway, he ended up breaking up with me because I apparently wasn't enough for his libido." Yuna continues her story despite the fact that two of the boys had arrived and Chan and Changbin are arriving.

"Woah, what?" Chan laughs setting his bag down next to her and the other man sits across from Minho.

"Is this the same guy who said he wished he had two dicks to fuck twice as much?" Changbin asks as you watch his shirt tighten over his chest as he takes his jacket off. Everything he wears is so tight…You’re taken out of your zone-out when he scoffs, "My eyes are up here (Y/N)." Everyone laughs at you and your face tingles a bit, you take a sip of beer not meeting his eyes.

"Wait, what?" Chan asks again and Yuna rolls her eyes.

"Yeah. I think he is possessed by a sex demon or something, geez."

"Who are we talking about?" The oldest man asks. Yuna then recaps everything she’d told you to Chan who stares blankly at her the whole time.

"Okay, way more than I ever needed to know." He shakes his head and grabs his chopsticks.

"You don't even know the half of it." Changbin huffs and the other girl gasps dramatically.

"You ask me to tell you most of it!"

"Not everything! I really didn't care about who you did everything with first, that is a long-ass list."

"A list of asses?" Minho seems to tune in at a very specific time.

"Do I want to know?" A new voice groans as Hyunjin sits at the end of the table. Felix comes around to the other end near you and takes a seat.

"Yuna is sharing WAY too much again." Jisung's eyes got big to emphasize his point.

"Well, this started because (Y/N)-"

"NO!" You almost leap across the table to shut her up. That unfortunately makes the boys all the more curious and it’s getting steadily louder as they urge you to share. If not but to spare the rest of the patrons and workers, you finally relent.

"I just told her that I don't see too much point in rushing into sex in a relationship because I don't get much out of it." You don’t look at anyone, just cast a glare at Yuna, then back at your beer bottle.

"Well, you need to find someone else then." Minho tells you matter-of-factly.

"It doesn’t matter, and it's not like partners haven't tried…I just can't…I-I can't finish…" You mumble the last part, and it goes deathly silent. You can feel the eyes on you but for some reason, the ones to your left are burning. Glancing up to meet Felix's stare, you're startled by his expression. He looks…intense. You shift under his gaze. He knows you like him, and you knows he likes you, but not much has come of it. You two kissed briefly a few weeks ago but it was interrupted, and it hasn’t happened since.

"Wait, seriously? Have you ever?" Chan asks, he’d stopped eating. This is serious to him.

"Yeah, but it takes forever. I have to do it myself and it isn't easy." You shrug. Because of this fact you haven’t had very many sexual encounters or partners. It’s just frustrating when nothing ever comes of it.

"So that's when I told her that my last boyfriend might be able to do it since he got me off like six times at once." Yuna explains as she shoves more food in her mouth.

"Did your ex ever do it?" Jisung asks and you nod.

"Once." That isn’t why you’d broken up; he’d moved away for work and long distance doesn’t work too well so you drifted apart.

"Have I ever told you guys about my college roommate's girlfriend?" Hyunjin cuts in and quickly everyone is diverted over to his story and the fact that this girl was not loyal by any means. And neither was her boyfriend. Unfortunately for Hyunjin, he was both of their types, and he ended up having to switch rooms. The night continues and as more food is eaten, more alcohol is consumed. The rowdiness becomes too much, and you’re more or less kicked out. Yuna is drunk and Changbin promises to get her home in one piece, so he leaves with her on his back. Chan, Jisung, and Hyunjin follow suit since they’re all going to the same place, and you’re left with Minho and Felix.

"I'll walk her home. Go check on Jeongin, he might be asleep already but he's not texting back." Felix tells the older man who nods and says goodbye so you two are left alone. You only had one beer tonight and Felix didn’t even finish his, so you’re not even tipsy.

"I-I can get home okay; I didn’t drink much." You tried to wave him off.

"It’s okay. Just because you're sober doesn't mean I should let you go alone." He smiles softly and you internally gush over how pretty he is.

"Thanks." Beginning to head in the opposite direction of everyone else, you two walk in silence for most of the time, but it’s companionable. In your head you just keep replaying the small kiss from a few weeks before, not really sure why you’re looping on it. When you get to your building, you expect him to leave you at the door, but he opens the door for you and leads you toward the elevator.

"D-Do you want to come in? I have some cheesecake left that I can't finish on my own…" You can’t meet his gaze as you wait for the elevator.

"Sure, thanks." His deep voice is so warming, and you wonder what it would sound like whispering in your ear. You shakes your head to clear the thought and get in the lift to get to your floor. Keying in your pin code, the door chimes, and you let him into your apartment. You live alone and so your place has some clutter about. You hang your coat and bag up, changing to slippers, then move to clear the papers and pens off the couch. After moving the stuff into a more organized pile on the coffee table, you stand and turn to go to the kitchen, but instead run into Felix's chest. He’s wearing a grey turtleneck that is way tighter than you’d think it could be on him. His sleeves are already rolled up to his elbows and his hand moves to steady you when you stumble in surprise at his proximity. Compared to other men, he isn’t very tall, but he’s still quite a bit taller than you. When the hands that steadied you move from your arms to your waist, you’re pulled to him even closer. Your breath hitches and your hands instinctually grip the fabric of his shirt at his shoulders. When your eyes meet, he leans in and as his lips hover over yours, his deep voice rumbling through you.

"Can I?"

"Y-yes." Your hands move to rest closer to his neck and he kisses you. This one is different than before. Last time was chaste and soft, but this is growing heated fast. Felix tilts his head more and licks at your bottom lip prompting you to open your mouth. You moan softly as his tongue invades your mouth and when he groans back it’s like thunder shakes you. Reluctantly, you let him pull away so you both can take a breather.

"Is what you said true? You really can't cum?"

"M-most of the time." It’s embarrassing to talk about it in front of everyone, but for some reason it seems like Felix is taking it personally.

"Hm. If you let me, I might be able to help." He leans down some to say this right into your ear, then he sucks on your ear lobe. You shudder and tilt your head to let him get better access to your neck. He lays searing kisses along your skin, and you swallow hard.

"O-okay." You’re a bit reluctant since it hasn’t worked well before. At the same time, he’s turning you on way faster than anyone or anything else before. You’re not blind, or deaf, he’s incredibly attractive, and you’d be stupid to say no. Felix's lips pull into a smile against your throat and he sucks on that spot hard, his teeth digging in slightly. You moan louder than you mean to, and he can feel your throat vibrate as you do. Not realizing he could pull you closer, when he does you feel him hard against your stomach. His lips moves from your neck, which now have at least three bruises on it, back to your mouth and he dominates the kiss, taking complete control. Finally, to gain more oxygen, he pulls away from you and your head swims. He can sense that you’re dazed, so he wraps his arms around you and picks you up, carrying you to your room. Setting you down at the end of your bed, he kneels before you, the look on his face shocks you. You’re expecting a fire there, lust, but it’s so warm and soft, and you aren’t sure how to react.

"I'm doing this because I like you so much. I hate that no one makes you feel good like you deserve. But at the same time…" The hand on your waist digs into your flesh and his expression sharpens, "I want to be able to say I'm the only one that can say he do. Easy." His confession makes your walls clench around nothing.

"Will you let me?" Felix asks.

"Of…of course. I like you too-" He cuts you off with another devouring kiss and his hands wander under your sweater and helps you take it off. If you’d known this was going to happen, you wouldn't have worn such a plain set of underwear. As the make-out session continues he also removes your socks and pants, and he finally pulls back to take his own clothes off. You watch with rapt attention as his turtleneck comes off, and…damn. Felix is way more ripped than you thought he would be. Not quite to the level of Chan or Changbin, but… You’re even more enthralled as he takes his belt off and undoes his jeans to let them fall. His hard cock strains against the black fabric of his tight briefs, but he leaves them on as he kneels before you again. He stands as high as he can on his knees, making him eye level with you.

"Can I?" He reaches around your back, and you nod so he can unhook your plain nude bra. As he takes it off, he gently bumps his forehead against yours and flashes a smile.

"You're so pretty." He coos and you huff, looking away in embarrassment.

"That's the pot calling the kettle black." You mumble and he giggles. Felix lays a soft kiss on your lips then begins to move down. To your neck, collarbone, sternum, then down your right breast where he latches his mouth around your nipple. You exhale and let him do what he wants. He doesn’t garner much of a reaction, but it feels better than it normally does. He hums in thought and then he rolls his tongue around the peak of your breast, then his teeth slightly dig in, and you gasp. The corners of his mouth pull into a smile, and he sucks hard on your nipple again and your skin tingles. Goosebumps rise on your arms, and he pulls away with a pop and moves to do the same to the other side. Your breathing gets a bit heavier and as he pulls away from your chest, he presses his hand on your sternum, telling you to lay back. You do so and as you do; he straight up bites your left breast on the swell of the flesh. This pulls a surprised moan from you, and he smirks, pulling back.

"You left a mark!" You scoff and he laughs, "You're going to end up with a lot more, love." You gape at him and before you can answer, his mouth is back on you, kissing over your ribs. You sigh and he moves down to your belly button, then licks a path up to under your breasts. His actions heat your skin, and he moves back down to the waistband of your panties.

"You okay with this?" His fingers had slipped under the fabric to run along your butt, his face close to your covered pussy. He can smell your arousal already and can’t wait to bury his tongue inside you.

"Yes. How about I tell you if I'm not and you just do whatever you want." You finally tell him. You love that he asks and makes sure, but you just want him to keep going.

"Whatever I want?" He whispers to himself, and his intense gaze meets yours.

"Are you sure, love?"

"Y-yes." You feel like a small furry creature about to be devoured by a tiger.

"Hm." He smirks and his fingers digs into the flesh of your ass, dragging you to the end of the bed. Felix presses his face into your covered cunt and licks at your clit through the fabric. You twitch a bit, but not enough for his liking. He clicks his tongue and instead of pulling your panties off, he tears them off. The side hem is fraying a bit, and it allows him to rip the fabric, and he tosses the remnant away. You would have complained if it was a nicer pair. The display of strength is incredibly attractive. Once again, Felix's hands grip your ass, hauling you closer and immediately shoves his tongue into your cunt. You exhale harshly, laying back. It’s as if he’s a man lost in the desert and you’re an oasis. He’s practically drinking from you, devouring you. His nose bumps your clit as his tongue reaches as deep as he can get it. You grunt slightly, surprised at how good it feels. He notices that every time the tip of his nose hits your button that you flinch very slightly. Removing his face from between your legs for a moment, he takes his thumbs and spreads you open, and you squeal. It’s embarrassing, but you don’t say anything, so he keeps going, smirking as you cover your face. Licking another stripe from your core to your clit, he seals his lips around the little bud and sucks as hard as he can. Your hips jump slightly, and your breathing picks up, but it isn’t enough yet. Furrowing his brow, he pulls back again, tipping his head. If he wasn’t doing what he is, it would be rather cute. He has one more trick up his sleeve... He takes his thumb once again and rubs a circle over your clit to see how you react. Glancing up he pushes harder against it to fully expose it, then he leans forward to suck again. It’s a stronger feeling than before and it makes your hips jump again but then he does something unexpected, he places your clit between his teeth and nibbles.

"Fuck!" You twitch hard, he wraps his arm around your hips to hold them down, then he sucks again and gave another little nibble.

"F-Felix-" You gasp, and you’re getting close. It’s a different feeling than even the few times before. As he abuses your poor little clit, he quickly inserts two fingers in your rapidly wetting cunt. This makes you gasp again, and he can feel how tight you’ll be, but he’s figuring out you need a little bit of pain. Once more, he nibbles down, and at the same time he crooks his fingers up hard against your sweet spot and you fall apart. You see white, you’d never felt anything to this extent before. You slam your hand over your mouth, but he can still hear you nearly scream out a moan and he smiles cockily; your pussy walls clenching hard around his fingers and cum spurts out of your cunt. He holds your hips down, feeling the muscles twitch and spasm. It seems like it lasts forever and when you finally come down, you’re panting hard. He kneels straighter, pulling his fingers out of you, and notes that you’d draped your arm over your eyes, and he can’t tell if there’s tears or sweat flowing down your cheeks. As he stands, Felix licks his fingers clean, and he kneels over you some and pries your arm from your face. You look dazed, and he still can’t tell if it’s sweat or tears.

"You did so good, love." He strokes the hairs back that are stuck to your forehead.

"How the actual fuck did you do that?" You gape and he guffaws.

"It seems you like it to hurt a bit?"

"Hurt? It didn’t?" You seem genuinely confused. Are you really that insensitive? With how tight your cunt was around his fingers he thought for sure it would have stung a bit. Most of the time getting bitten somewhere that tender would hurt some even if it felt good.

"Interesting…" He thinks for a second then looks back down at you.

"Do you wanna keep going?" Felix brushes a drop of the moisture from your cheek, and you glance at him.

"Why wouldn't I?" He huffs at that.

"You look like you just run a marathon."

"Felix, if you can make me cum, I'm going to let you do it as many times as possible." You deadpan and his shocked expression softens, and he hums. He bends over and kisses your forehead gently. His hand grabs yours and he brings your knuckles to his lips so he can press another kiss there.

"(Y/N), I just want you to know, that I really like you, and I want to just hold you and love you all night." He admits and your heart begins to thud.

"But I think what you need is to be fucked senseless." His voice deepens even further, and his gaze sharpens. Your heart races even more, and it seems he’s waiting for permission.

"Oh, god, please." You say quickly and he chuckles.

"Scoot up." He kisses your hand once more then lets go and gets off the bed, letting you do as he requested. He goes and turns your lamp on and shuts the big overhead light off. He comes over as you pull your nightstand drawer open to make sure you do have condoms and that they aren’t expired.

"What's this?" He stops next to you as you grab the box, and his hand reaches in a grabs something else.

"Oh, uh-" Before you can answer he opens the box. He knows what it is before he asks. Inside there is a series of sex toys and it seems none of them could do the trick. Bullet vibrator, one looks like a rose with suction, there is a rabbit vibrator, but the one that shocked him the most is the butt plug. It vibrates too and the plastic still hasn’t been taken off of the box.

"Woah." He teases, pulling it out and you groan.

"Haven't tried it?"

"I…Nothing else worked so I figured it’s worth a try, but I got nervous…"

"Hmm." He’s thinking something, and you aren’t sure you like the look on his face.

"Another time." He shakes his head and drops it back in the box and puts it in the drawer again and takes the condom box from you.

"Hm." He hums again and you shoot him a look.

"What?"

"Have you tried anything with like ribbing or whatever?"

"Yes…doesn’t do jack. Even did the ones with like warming lube and stuff."

"…I have an idea but only if you're okay with it?"

"What?"

"I know it’s good to be double sure, but you're on the pill, yeah?"

"Yes."

"It seems you have trouble feeling stuff there, you would probably feel more without this." He rattles the box. He has a point, the only reason you use both is for security.

"We can get the morning after thing if you want-"

"That's fine." He seems to know what he’s doing, and you aren’t overly worried about it.

"You sure?"

"Yes, Felix." You assure and he nods, dropping the box back into the drawer, "They're the wrong size anyway." He mutters that to himself, but you catch it. Closing the drawer, he crawls back onto the bed and kneels at your feet, then casts you a look. You nod and he pulls your knees apart and for some reason it’s still embarrassing even though his tongue has literally been inside you. You’re neither a virgin nor a prude, but for some reason, since it’s Felix, it feels different.

"Relax, love." He smiles, pressing his lips to yours again and his tongue slips into your mouth. You whine when he pulls back and he chuckles, then maneuvers and removes his underwear and throws them somewhere.

"Fuck." You whine and you want him in your mouth.

"This is about you, love, not me." He pinches your nose, able to tell what you’re thinking from the expression on your face.

"Fine." You pout and his fingers go back to your cunt and gathers the wetness there and you watch as he strokes himself to get ready. What the fuck was he fed that despite his small size his cock is that big? Whatever it was also probably made his voice as deep as it is as well.

"Ready? I'm going to be rough with you." He warns, his sharp gaze rehardened, the softness still there underneath.

"Please." You let him just grab you, he spreads your legs open wide, a slight burn in your hamstrings. There’s very little time between the head of his cock meeting your cunt and him burying all the way to the hilt. It takes your breath away and he grunts at how tight your hot core feels around him. He’d honestly never had sex without a condom before either. After being inside your wet heat with no barrier, he don’t think he can ever do anything but, especially since he plans on being with you longer than he consciously realizes. You’re shivering at the sensation, his hot flesh searing through you, spreading you open so much so instantly. It stings some but it feels better than any other time and you aren’t sure if it’s because he’s fucking you raw or that he’s just that big. You don’t even want to know how much bigger Chan supposedly is. He contemplates letting you get used to him, but Felix is losing control fast, and it seems that you like it rough. His hands on your thighs spread them open, gripping the flesh, easily swinging your legs up so he folds you in half, your knees at your ears.

"Hold on, love." Using his dancing skills, he snaps his hips as hard as he can, and your next orgasm hits you. If you whited out before, you practically blacked out this time. It’s like water rushes over your head, your rapid pulse thudding in your ears, your blood audibly racing. He grunts and you can barely hear it through the ringing in your ears and he digs his fingers hard into the flesh of your thighs to hold back his own orgasm. Your walls are hugging his cock so tight, and you’re practically gushing around him. He hopes that he’d pulled some kind of seal off of you, and that he can get you to fall apart over and over and over. He wants to be the one that can say he fucked you stupid and that no one can ever finish you simply because they aren’t him. His ego shoots through the roof, and he wants to ruin you. When he first thought of going through with this, the plan was to show you how much he loves you, what you mean to him. But he had no idea what you like and what would finally get you off. If you need it rough, he’ll do it. Looping his thoughts to keep distracted from the vice of your cunt, he finally feels you relax, and you nearly go boneless, your legs in his grip losing all strength. You’re heaving for air again, not sure which way is up or down, how old you are, or even your own name. All you can think of is Felix.

"No!" You yipe as he pulls out, but he rolls you over onto your stomach, hauled your hips up, your face pressed to the pillow and he buries his cock back into your needy pussy, making you white-knuckle the sheets. He begins a truly relentless pace, and it’s the best thing anyone has ever done to you.

"You like my cock, love?"

"Fuck, yes!" You manage to get out, each thrust makes you silently scream, forming words becomes nearly impossible. Maybe the fact that he got you to orgasm allowed you to be more sensitive; then maybe because you’d tried for so hard for so long with no success, your body can finally let go. Felix has the key to not only your heart, it seems, but your cunt as well.

Leaning forward, he grips the frame of your bed for leverage and keep his thrusts just as hard but extremely shallow. The fat head of his cock beat against your back walls so hard that you’re sure they would forever be molded to only him. You feel another climax rising and your own hands scrambled to grip the wooden rods of your bed frame as well.

"F-Felix!" You manage to get out and you watch one of his hands leave the frame above you, and he smacks your right ass cheek and upper thigh hard, and you fall over the edge again. This time, he can’t hold back either, and he fucks as deep into you as he can and fills your womb with his cum. That sensation makes your climax flare to max again even though it had begun to dissipate, and your fluttering canal helps him ride out his own orgasm. You thank the Lord birth control exists because you never want him to cum anywhere but inside after that. As you both catch your breath, he slowly pulls out of you and the adrenaline leaves you and now you’re sore. Your clit, your pussy, where he’d smacked you, everything. You don’t think you’ll be able to walk tomorrow. When he fully withdraws, your hips slump down and you flop flat onto the bed, not able to move.

"Hold on, love." He leans over you and kisses your hot cheek, covered in tears from the intensity of what he’s just reeked on you. You feel him wipe your used cunt off with a towel and you whine when he moves you to pull the blanket out from under you. He makes a note to remove the comforter before fucking you on the bed again, because he sure is planning on doing it again.

"You're fine, pretty girl." He chuckles and crawls into bed with you. He shuts the lamp off, and the room is cast in shadow before your eyes get used to the dull light of the streetlights behind the curtain. Getting settled, he sees you’d laid on your side already, the only way you can fall asleep. Smiling, he curls around you, wiggling his arm under your head and wraps his other around your middle. He rests his hand on your tummy, holding you close. He has to be careful, your cute little butt pressed against his now-covered groin is enough on its own to get him riled back up. The arm under your head bends so his hand can rest on your forehead, and he kisses the back of your head.

"Goodnight, love." Felix hugs you as close as possible, loving being your big spoon.

"I won’t be able to walk tomorrow." You mumble and buries his nose in your hair and smiles smugly.

"If you can I won’t have done my job right."

"Thank you, 'Lix."

"Of course, sweet." Another kiss to your head.

"Go to sleep. I'll take care of you tomorrow. And every day after that you'll have me." His deep but quiet voice rumbles next to your ear, and you link your fingers with his on the hand on your stomach.

"I'll always have you, Felix."

"Good, because you're stuck with me now."

-> Part 2 <-

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[kiarastromboli]

Teach me (Chris Sturniolo x y/n)

Part.2 Part.3

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Warning: Virgin reader, Smut content, don’t like it = don’t read it :)

Summary: Chris shows up in the middle of the night in your room, asking for answers to the exam you both are supposed to take in the following days, and things take an unexpected turn.

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We are on a summer Tuesday evening, the air warm and heavy, the sound of cicadas outside, and the gentle breeze causing tree branches to brush against my window sill, absolute calm. The house was silent; it was already 11:25 PM, the only reason I wasn't asleep? I was busy revising for the upcoming major exam. Honestly, I didn't need to; I had the knowledge and even more, but I'm a perfectionist. Why settle for the minimum when you can achieve much more?

Anyway, I allowed myself to study a bit more tonight since I have no classes tomorrow. I had some music playing in the background, loud enough for me to hear but not too loud to distract me. Tonight, nothing could distract me!

*knock knock knock*

I jumped in surprise when I heard faint noises coming from the window at the other end of my room. I thought I was impossible to distract, but apparently, I was wrong.

I walked slowly towards the window; it was probably my cat scratching to come in. Well, I wasn't sure; what else could it be?

I pulled the curtain covering my window to open it and came face to face with Chris Sturniolo.

WAIT, WHAT? What is that rascal Chris doing at my window? Oh my god, if my parents hear him, I'm done for.

Let me give you a brief recap to better understand the situation and the reason for my current anxiety.

My name is Y/n, and honestly, there's not much to say about me. I'm a quiet girl, the complete opposite of what one would consider "cool" and "popular." I'm disciplined, polite, courteous, studious, discreet – in short, the perfect little girl who will have a good diploma, an excellent job in an excellent city, and an excellent family. I do what is expected of me without questioning, and I never, I repeat, NEVER go against the rules.

Chris, on the other hand, is Chris. If I were a boy, I would be absolutely the opposite of that guy. He plays on the high school lacrosse team with his brother. He's a real jerk – sorry, I don't want to sound vulgar, but he's a real jerk. He spends his time skipping classes to do who knows what with who knows who. He thinks he's "cool" and "popular" because all the girls run after him, but the truth is, he's just a good-looking guy with a devilish behavior. Back in elementary school, I had a crush on him; when he found out, he mocked me, and he never stopped, even now in high school. So, yes, he's an immature jerk.

What could Chris possibly be doing at my window in the middle of the night when my parents are at home? My father has always been strict about no boys in my room, and certainly not in the middle of the night?

"Are you going to let me in?" he said, looking up at me.

"Absolutely not! How do you know where I live? You can't stay here; you have to leave now!" I shouted in a panic, looking around to make sure no one saw him here.

"Let me in, and I'll answer all your little questions," he said with a smirk.

"Oh my god," I whispered to myself, bringing my hand to my forehead. "No, Chris, you don't understand; my parents are here. If they know there's a boy at my window—"

"Okay, if you don't let me in, I'll knock on the front door, pretending to be your boyfriend. It's up to you," he said, cutting me off before moving away from my window.

"NO! Okay, fine, come in," I sighed. "Damn, damn, damn," I muttered to myself as I moved away from the window to lock the door to my room.

"Your room is cool," he said, dropping onto my bed as if it were his own. "What's his name?" he added, picking up a stuffed animal lying on my bed.

"Get your filthy body off my clean bed, please," I snapped, grabbing my stuffed animal from his hands with a brisk motion.

"Relax; I just wanted to chat," he said, rolling his eyes before getting up to move towards me. "Nice pajamas," he said with a smirk, scanning my body with his eyes.

I blushed uncontrollably; I was wearing really short shorts and an equally short tank top. What? It's fine; I know what you're thinking. I'll stop you right there; it's summer, it's super hot, and I didn't anticipate Mr. Troublemaker's surprise visit.

"What do you want?" I asked timidly, stuttering and crossing my arms to hide my stomach. I hated having my body exposed in front of others; it made me feel vulnerable.

"I need your help for the exam coming up next week," he said, moving towards my desk. "And before you refuse to help me, I have an offer you can't refuse!" he said, turning to me, leaning against my desk this time.

"And did you have to come and ask for my help in the middle of the night, Chris, seriously?" I replied, annoyed.

"I stole the test papers from the teachers' lounge. If you help me, you can memorize all the answers by heart," he said, crossing his arms with a smug smile.

I laughed when he presented his "impossible to refuse" offer. What an idiot. "If you think that I, Y/n, will help you cheat on the most important exam of the year, you're way dumber than I thought."

"Oh yeah? You seemed pretty bothered by the bad grade you got in gym yesterday," he said, advancing towards me. "You know, I know the coach really well, well enough to be able to change your grade."

Damn, it was the only grade below average I had all year. It's true that it would be convenient to make it disappear. What? No, Y/n, you're crazy; this is Chris we're talking about, he's a manipulator, and you're falling into his trap. Oh my god, stop; I need to get him out of here.

"Why do you want me to help you? Find the answers yourself," I replied, giving him a dark look.

"Because I don't feel like it, and you love this kind of thing," he said, rolling his eyes. "Y/n, it's beneficial for both of us. Look, you ensure you get 100% on the exam, in addition to seeing your gym grade increase, and it will save me from repeating this year."

"Get out of my room, Chris; I'm not going to help you cheat. It's bad," I said, crossing my arms.

"Bad? Who do you think you are? Come on, we don't care; it's just an exam!" he said, laughing.

"You don't care, but I do," I said, pointing to the window he came in through.

He smiled arrogantly before licking his lips, looking at me. "You're more tenacious than I thought," he said, plunging his eyes into mine. "I like that."

I won't lie; his words made me a little nervous at the moment. Okay, I said he was a big jerk,

not that he was ugly!

"Oh, are you blushing because of me? Does what I say affect you?" he said, slowly approaching me.

"G-Get out of my room," I said weakly, stepping back.

"Why? You don't want me to leave your room, Y/n. Don't lie to me; I know you like me," he said confidently, continuing to advance towards me until my back hit the door of my room.

I swallowed hard as I felt my throat tighten due to the proximity between us. "You're insane. I would have to be crazy to like a guy like you," I said timidly, avoiding his gaze.

"I'm sure I can drive you crazy," he said, grabbing my chin to force me to look him in the eyes.

A wave of heat engulfed me; I slightly opened my mouth to get more air. My heartbeat accelerated; I must be all red now.

"Listen," he said, getting even closer to me. "If you help me with this exam," he said, placing his hand in the small of my back, "in addition to the things I've already offered you," he said, slowly lowering his hand to my hip, "I can also show you a few things you might like," he said softly, plunging his eyes into mine.

I cleared my throat. "What are you talking about?" I said all timid.

"Oh, come on, Y/n, you know exactly what I'm talking about; you're dying for it. Look at yourself," he said with an arrogant smile. "And if you want to know, I'm dying for it too," he whispered in my ear, making my knees weak.

"Stop lying, you don't give a damn about me. You're acting like an asshole with me; you only want the answers to this exam," I said, stuttering and trying not to be swayed by his sweet words.

"Y/n, I know where you live because I follow you after school every day to make sure nothing happens to you on the way," he said, moving his face a few centimeters away from mine. "I spend my time teasing you in the hope of getting closer to you," he added, running his hand over my cheek. "If I didn't care about you, I wouldn't have even noticed the bad grades you're getting in PE," he said, rolling his eyes.

If these were lies, then he's a very good liar. Oh my god, my mother always warned me about bad boys like Chris, but I felt like fainting when his hand tightened a little more around my hip. "Chris—"

"You know what, screw this exam; I'll study it on my own. Let me kiss you, and I promise to leave your room and never bother you about this exam again," he said, almost sounding desperate. Wait, is he serious? Chris has a crush on me? I must be dreaming; it can't be possible.

"Chris, if this is a joke, it's really not funny," I said uncertainly, furrowing my brow when he moved his face closer to mine.

"I'm dead serious," he said, fixing his gaze on my lips.

My eyes were switching between his and his lips; I didn't know what to do. I was bewildered by the situation until Chris placed his soft lips on mine. My eyes instinctively closed to better savor the moment. I was kissing the most handsome guy in high school in my room, just like in the movies. His hand slid under my shorts to grab my buttock, making me sigh in surprise during our kiss. He seized the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, dancing with mine. He started smiling against my lips when he heard a pathetic moan die in our kiss as he began to knead my buttocks.

"Chris," I said, separating our lips and pushing him by his chest.

"What?" he said with a confused look as I moved away from him.

"We're not going to do this," I told him, shaking my head. "My parents are here; you can't just barge into my room in the middle of the night and coerce me with sex to get the answers to this damn exam," I said, offended.

"Y/n, I don't care about the exam. I did all this to get closer to you!" he said, taking a step towards me.

I stepped back when he tried to grab my hand to hold it in his. "Okay, prove it," I said, crossing my arms. "You said you would leave me alone about this exam and leave my room if I let you kiss me," I added, heading to the window to open it again.

He opened his mouth to speak before changing his mind, shaking his head.

"Show me you're not a liar," I said, pointing to the window.

He sighed before moving towards the window. "I'm not a liar, Y/n," he said, furrowing his brow before starting to pass his legs through the window.

There, I was finally rid of him. I should feel relieved, right? So why does something deep inside me break seeing him leave?

Without thinking, before he had time to pass through my window entirely, I grabbed him by his T-shirt to kiss him again. I couldn't let him go like that. I don't know what was happening to me, but everything was screaming at me to throw myself on his lips and never leave them.

He straightened up before closing the window with one hand. His other hand came to caress my cheek.

I had absolutely no idea what I was doing; we headed towards my desk without paying attention. He grabbed the back of my thighs to make me sit on my desk just behind me. His lips left mine to move towards my neck, his arms tightened around my waist, and my thighs surrounded his.

"Do you still want me to leave your room now?" he said arrogantly.

"Shut up," I said, feeling my breath quicken when he started sucking on the skin of my neck between his lips. "Chris, you can't leave marks," I said, a little panicked.

"Why not? You're mine," he said authoritatively, raising his face in front of mine and grabbing my throat in his hand.

"First, I'm not yours, Chris, and second, my father will kill me if he sees hickies on my neck," I said, chuckling timidly at his reaction.

Without a word, he began kissing my neck again before slowly moving towards my chest, making me anxious. "What are you doing?" I asked, stuttering.

"I'm leaving my mark where I'm sure no one else will see it," he whispered before grabbing the fabric of my tank top to slightly uncover my breast and place his lips on it.

"Chris—" I said, jumping when he started sucking a hickey on that sensitive area.

I could feel shivers running through my entire body; my back arched, and my thighs instinctively tightened around his waist while a few silent moans escaped my lips.

"Are you always this sensitive, or am I the one making you feel this way?" he said, raising his head towards me with a big smile.

I started blushing uncontrollably when he said that; I didn't even have a response to his question. I had never done anything like this with a boy before.

"Did you lose your tongue?" he asked, tilting his head to the side before coming to fix a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I-I don't know," I said in an almost inaudible voice. "Is it wrong?" I asked, embarrassed.

"No, not at all," he said, frowning. "What do you mean by 'I don't know'?" he asked, confused.

"I—" I didn't know what to answer. A silence settled at that moment; he looked me in the eyes before realizing.

"You've never done anything with a boy?" he asked, surprised.

I simply shook my head from side to side, too embarrassed to say anything.

His arrogant smile covered his lips a few seconds later. "Do you want me to teach you?"

My eyes widened when I heard that. I hesitated for a moment before nodding timidly.

"Use words, princess," he said, stroking my waist to encourage me to speak.

"I want you to teach me how to do it," I said, feeling a wave of confidence in myself.

He smiled before kissing me again; this time our kiss was slow and gentle, as if to reassure me. His hands played with the hem of my tank top. "Can I take this off?" he asked calmly.

"Take yours off first," I asked directly. I didn't want to be the only one exposed for some reason. My statement made him chuckle, and he separated from my lips to remove his t-shirt.

I took a moment to observe him. Unconsciously, I started biting my lips, and Chris smiled at my reaction. "It's your turn now," he said, moving towards me again.

Once again, I hesitated for a moment, looking into his eyes. "You don't have to do it if you don't want to, you know," he said without breaking eye contact.

His words were enough to make me feel comfortable. I took my tank top off over my head without overthinking it. "But I want to," I said before covering my chest, feeling a wave of embarrassment engulf me.

Chris immediately grabbed my arms. "You don't need to hide from me, Y/n," I let him remove my arms from the way, and he directed his eyes to my chest, licking his lips. "You're beautiful," he said before pressing his lips against mine once again.

I felt more and more at ease with him. My hands, which were previously at the back of his neck, started to travel along his chest down to his waist, where he hastily seized my wrist. "Slow down, princess."

"What? Did I do it wrong? Isn't that what I'm supposed to do?" I asked, panicking. He chuckled at my reaction.

"No, you didn't do anything wrong," he said, smiling. "We have all the time in the world, don't rush yourself," he whispered before kissing my neck again.

My hand found its place in his hair, and he gradually directed his kisses towards my chest, prompting me to throw my head back at the new sensation of his lips around my nipples.

One of his hands slipped between my thighs, making me jump and tilt my head forward at the proximity of his hand to my sensitive area.

He began to gently caress my pussy through my clothes, causing a silent moan to escape my lips.

I could feel my head starting to spin due to all this sudden stimulation; I couldn't help but squirm in all directions. "Can I take off your shorts?" he asked, looking up at me.

"Y-yes," I replied timidly before he slowly removed my shorts and resumed kissing me, this time moving down to my stomach, making me breathe harder.

He stopped kissing me when he reached the level of my white panties to examine them closely. "You're so wet that I can see the trace on your panties," he said with a smirk.

Embarrassment washed over me. "I'm sorry," I said softly, trying to close my thighs, but he grabbed them to force me to keep them open.

"Don't be," he said, bringing his head closer to my thighs. "I like it," he said, planting a kiss on my clothed pussy, making me shiver. "You're so sensitive; I bet I could make you come in less than 5 minutes with my tongue," he said, running his fingers between the fabric of my panties and my skin.

"Do you want me to do it?" he asked, looking up at me with a sly smile. I timidly nodded. "Say it," he said in a firm tone.

"What?" I asked, a bit embarrassed.

"If you want me to do it, you'll have to ask me, Y/n," he said arrogantly.

"Chris," I said in a frustrated moan; I could see his smile widening, amused by the situation. He returned to plant another kiss on my still-clothed pussy. "I-I want you to make me come with your tongue," I said, almost inaudibly moaning.

"Anything you want, princess," he said satisfied before removing my panties. I lifted my hips to help him, and he placed a few kisses around my sensitive area before putting my legs over his shoulders and diving his head between my legs.

The upper part of my body leaned forward slightly at the sensation of his lips around my clit. Instinctively, my hand pressed into his long, wavy hair, and I couldn't control the soft moans that escaped me. "Y/n, quiet down; your parents will hear you," he said, chuckling against me before getting back to work.

His tongue applied pressure to my clit, driving me wild. One of his hands reached for my breasts to play with them, mainly to prevent me from squirming all over my desk, which kept creaking. He moved his tongue in circular motions, gradually increasing the speed. After a few seconds, I felt something new in my lower abdomen, as if it were knotting due to the pressure. My thighs started to tighten slightly around his face without me realizing it. When I lowered my eyes to look at him, I could see his beautiful blue eyes already fixed on me, admiring me as if I were his last meal.

My eyebrows furrowed when all this stimulation started to take over. "Chris," I struggled to say in a weak voice; it felt like I was about to faint. "Oh my—fucking god," I said, throwing my head back and covering my mouth with my hand.

Chris didn't stop; on the contrary, he accelerated his movements, and his grip on my breasts became much firmer. He started moaning between my legs, and the vibrations of his moans against my clit were enough to push me over the edge. My legs began to tremble. "Fuck—Chris," I said before reaching orgasm on his face.

He slowed down the movement of his tongue before completely stopping to let me ride out my orgasm. "I told you," he said, straightening up and using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth, "less than 5 minutes."

I chuckled at his remark, "You never stop boasting, huh?" I said with a smile, and his hands came around my cheeks before placing a chaste kiss on my lips.

"Never," he said, smiling before I reconnected our lips, making him smile at my hungry kiss. "What do you want?" he asked, separating our lips.

"I want to pleasure you too," I replied, playing with his necklace. He licked his lips, looking into my eyes.

"Is that what you want?" he asked, pressing his pelvis against mine to make me feel his erection through his pants, and I nodded.

"Yes, that's what I want," I said with an innocent look.

He immediately reconnected our lips without waiting a second longer, then grabbed the back of my thighs to carry me to my bed.

He gently placed me at the edge of the bed before leaning forward to kiss me again. "If you want us to stop, let me know," I brought my hands to his belt to remove it while he looked at me with desire.

I lowered his pants and stared at his erect member. Suddenly, panic resurfaced. "You don't have to do this," he said, bringing his hand to my cheek.

I looked up to meet his reassuring gaze. "I don't know how to do it," I said timidly, "but I want to." I added, placing my hand on his thigh.

"Do what feels right, I'll guide you," he said, never taking his eyes off me, as I slid down his boxers to his ankles.

The apprehension and stress were still there, but it was too late; after all, I was already committed. I really wanted it; I was just terribly afraid of messing up. I stopped overthinking and took his member in my hand, giving him a look to make sure I wasn't doing anything wrong. He nodded to indicate I should continue. I began hesitant strokes with my hand, eliciting a moan from his mouth.

His hand came to caress the top of my head, and I threw him a last uncertain glance before taking him into my mouth. He flinched and took a step back when I started, and I immediately looked up at him in panic. "Sorry," I apologized embarrassedly.

"No, don't be. It's okay; you just need to avoid letting your teeth touch it. It's not very pleasant," he explained in a reassuring voice before coming back towards me.

I nodded, and this time, I made sure my teeth didn't touch him. His hand returned to my hair. "Yeah, like that," he moaned, making my pussy clench at the tone of his voice. I continued my movements with closed eyes. "You can use your hand for what you can't fit in your mouth," he said weakly, and I did as he instructed. I could feel how much he was holding back from thrusting into my mouth to avoid rushing me, and the muffled sounds from his mouth sent an electric shock to my pussy.

"Fuck, you need to stop," he said, throwing his head back. I pulled away and looked up at him, confused.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked, feeling lost.

"No, baby, you did a great job. It's just that I was about to come," he said, caressing my cheek and catching his breath.

"Oh," I said, chuckling. "Maybe you can come inside me?" I said without thinking, excited by the moment; I wanted more.

"Y/n," he said, diving his eyes into mine before I got up, grabbed the back of his neck, and kissed him again. "Is this really what you want?" he asked before reconnecting our lips.

"Please," I said pathetically, guided by my desires and excitement at that moment. My hands tangled in his hair, and his hands firmly gripped my hips.

"I don't have a condom, princess," he emphasized, smiling against my lips.

"I have..." I said timidly before heading to my bedside table to take out a new box of condoms.

A sly smile appeared, and I could already feel his remarks coming. So, before he had a chance to say anything, I cut him off, "I'm a virgin, not irresponsible, Chris," I said, rolling my eyes when I stood in front of him.

"I didn't say anything," he said, chuckling, before pushing me onto the bed and positioning himself above me to kiss me again. "Are you sure this is really what you want, Y/n?" he asked, directing his lips to my neck. "I don't want you to feel forced into anything. What we've done already is more than enough for now," he added.

"Jeez, Chris, stop talking," I said, chuckling, before grabbing his head between my hands to kiss him even more passionately than before.

"Are you that impatient?" he said, chuckling. "I need to stretch you a bit first, okay?" he said, directing his fingers towards my entrance. I simply nodded, and he pushed the first finger inside, prompting me to raise my head at the sensation. "Is it okay?"

"Yes, you can add another finger," I said, feeling my breath quicken. He inserted a second finger and began to move them in and out to stretch me.

"I wish your parents weren't here so I could hear you better, Y/n. You make beautiful sounds," he said, burying his head in my neck and curling his fingers inside me to stretch me further.

"Chris," I said, moaning and pulling slightly on his hair, "I need more."

"Do you think you're ready?" he asked, looking into my eyes. He had never looked at me like that before; his gaze was tender and caring.

"Yes," I replied, nodding. He grabbed a condom and opened it with his mouth. I could feel the pressure building, but I wasn't going to back down. I was going to do it; I was ready to do it.

He put on the condom and positioned himself at my entrance. "Tell me if you want me to stop, and I'll do it immediately," he said, and I nodded. "It might hurt a bit at the beginning if it's too much for you—"

"Chris, just do it," I said, cutting him off when I felt the stress overwhelm me.

He began to push slowly inside me, scrutinizing any sign of discomfort on my face. My eyebrows furrowed at the burning sensation when he started penetrating me. "Fuck," I said, glancing down to see what was happening between my legs before letting my head fall back on the pillow. He stopped halfway to make sure it wasn't too much for me. "Don't stop," I said, breathing quickly, and he resumed his advance until he touched the depth, prompting me to bury my head in his neck to muffle a moan.

"Are you okay?" he asked without moving from where he was.

"Yes, you can move," I said before he began to make slow thrusts. At first, it burned a little; it was uncomfortable, but with each subsequent movement, the pain transformed into pleasure.

"Oh my god, you're so tight, Y/n, fuckkk," he said, moaning against my lips. His thrusts gradually accelerated, and my hand gripped his bicep.

"It-feels good," I admitted, moaning softly and clenching my jaw.

"I've dreamt of this for so long; it's even better than in my dreams," he said, gripping onto my hips.

"You dreamed of this?" I asked him, confused, not knowing if he was being honest with what he was saying.

"Mhm," he simply hummed before lowering his free hand between our bodies to massage my clit. "You're mine now," he said in my ear, and my grip around his bicep tightened with the stimulation he was providing at that moment. His hip movements accelerated again, knotting my lower abdomen for the second time tonight. "Say it," he added in an authoritative tone.

"I'm yours, Chris," I said with the little strength I had left. My mind didn't know where to focus at that moment.

"Yes, and this pussy is mine too, Y/n," he said, moaning in my ear, driving me crazy. "I want you to cum again for me, princess," he said, accelerating his thrusts, yet still gentle and delicate.

My eyes rolled back, and my legs tightened around him. "Let go, princess," he said breathlessly. "Cum all over me." With his words, I threw my head back and started clenching around him. "Fuck, I can feel you clenching around me, baby," he said, burying his head in my neck, and I started to climax. I grabbed his hand, placing it over my mouth to muffle any noise, and shortly after, he climaxed too.

"Oh my god," I said before he let all his weight fall on me, moaning one last time.

"I never want to move from here," he said, smiling against my neck.

"You'll have to before my parents wake up," I said, chuckling. "It's already a miracle they didn't hear us," I said, running my hand through his hair.

He sat up and withdrew from me before tossing the condom into my trash bin. I sat up, covering myself with my blanket. "Will this happen again?" I asked him timidly, looking at him as he put on his boxers.

"Of course, it will, princess," he said, smiling, before sitting next to me and rubbing my thigh. "Can I stay a little longer?" he asked, locking his eyes with mine, and I nodded.

He settled next to me, pulling me close and gently running his hand over my curves. "Send me the exam tomorrow; I don't have class. I'll give you the answers," I told him, looking up at him.

"I thought this was bad, and good girls like you don't do these kinds of things," he said, chuckling and furrowing his brows.

"Good girls like me aren't supposed to sleep with bad boys like you," I replied, straddling him to be on top, and he sat up to kiss me.

"I told you I'd drive you crazy," he said, smiling against my lips.

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Weekly Recap | December 9th-15th 2024

I cannot wait for the Christmas holidays!! Only one week of work left!!

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All The Lights Are Coming On by Sharpbutsoft (BuckysButt)/ @sharpbutsoft (Post-S8A, Christmas | 1K | General): What good is having a key to your best friend’s house if you can’t use it to spread a little holiday magic?

from here on out by Wildehack (tyleet)/ @wildehacked (Eddie comes back from Texas | 1,5K | General): Eddie’s been back from Texas for three days, and Buck’s not done being giddy about it.

the sweetest possible lie by Wildehack (tyleet)/ @wildehacked (Future Fic, Pre-Buddie | 2K | General): Chris’s fifteenth birthday falls on a Tuesday, and it couldn’t be more different from last year.

i’ll be home for christmas (if only in my dreams) by wafflesofdoom/ @capseycartwright (Christmas, Eddie goes to Texas | 2K | General): It was a silly thing, Buck had started, right when Eddie first got to El Paso – we’re looking at the same sky, he’d quipped, on one of their nightly Facetime calls. Even when they were far apart from each other, they were still able to look up at the same stars, and if they just remembered that, maybe the distance between El Paso, and Los Angeles, wouldn’t feel so cavernous. That’s what Buck had promised him.

You don’t have to outrun the bear (I’ll fall over for you) by paleredheadinascifi (Getting Together | 3K | Teen): “What the hell was that?” Eddie demands, standing up from where Buck just pushed him onto his ass. “It was gonna hit your head!” “So, what? You thought you’d just volunteer yours instead?” Eddie scoffs. “Yeah,” Buck shrugs. “I have a hard head.” Or, 5 + 1 times Buck stood between Eddie and danger, much to Eddie’s befuddlement.

& such by colonoscopys/ @colonoscopys (85K | Teen): prompts and spec fics and codas and all the works jumbled mumbled into one place.

Chapter 21. eddie on plane (Post-S8A, 3K)

Mr. Movember by 42hrb/ @exhuastedpigeon (Hockey AU, Established Buddie | 4K | Explicit): “Why are you staring at me,” Eddie asked with a laugh as they got ready for their game on November 5th. His mustache was already looking thick and sexy, unlike Buck’s which was still a little patchy and definitely too blond to look good right now. “I like the mustache,” Buck said with a shrug, trying (and failing) to sound casual about it. “Oh, you do?” Eddie stopped buttoning his shirt so he could turn around and look at Buck directly instead of in the mirror. “Y-yeah,” Buck couldn’t take his eyes off of it and here in the safety of their bedroom he was allowed to look, so why should he stop. “If you manage to keep out of the box tonight, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me and my mustache.”

slide it in, right to the top by oklahoma/ @queerdiazs (PWP, S8A | 4K | Explicit): “What’s it like?” he asks softly. Buck tips his head to the side and meets Eddie’s eyes, lazy and buzzed and pretty. “What’s what like?” Eddie swallows, face prickling red with heat, and says, “Fucking a man.” The worse taste weird on his tongue, foreign but good. Welcome, like it’s time or something. “What’s it feel like?” - After Buck shows up at Eddie's door with a six pack, Eddie's mind begins to wonder. A bottle of tequila gives him the courage to ask for something he wasn't aware he's been wanting.

‘Cause I Need Touchin’ So Primal by fruitsdoesnotknow/ @tayf-ghost (Post-S8E6: Confessions | 9K | Explicit): “Hey,” Buck says warmly into the phone, tucking it between his shoulder and ear with a smile at his lips. “Fuck,” Eddie muttered harshly into the phone, his voice rough through the receiver. “Eddie?” Buck called out, frowning. He lowered his phone from his ear to check the call, and yeah, still connected, full reception. He raises it back to his ear and catches the tail end of a noise, a choked-out groan. “Are you okay?” “Buck,” Eddie panted, his breath coming out in heavy exhales. “Buck –” Grabbing his keys, Buck makes it to the loft door, jacket half on when he stops dead in his tracks, phone still pressed to the side of his head as he hears Eddie in his ear. “Yes, Buck, yes, yes, please, yes –” *** Or, Eddie accidentally, sort of, maybe has phone sex with Buck for roughly five seconds, and Buck spirals about it until Eddie finally ends up in his lap.

now i don't hate california after all by jaekyu (PWP, Getting Together, Eddie comes back from Texas | 10K | Explicit): Eddie’s been waiting for months. He can wait a little bit longer.

🔥 Somethings Said (to turn you inside out) by taegyungie (Post-S8A, PWP | 12K | Explicit): Eddie tilts his head. “Why are you being so weird, Buck?” It’s funny to Buck that Eddie has to ask; one finds out his ridiculously hot best friend is now also sleeping with men, one begins thinking about sleeping with said ridiculously hot best friend. It just makes sense, right? So it almost offends him, a little bit, that Eddie is the picture of cool right now. Has seeing Buck in such a deliberately sexual context not altered Eddie’s brain chemistry, too? Does Buck need to update his Grindr profile? or, Buck catches Eddie on Grindr and now he can't stop thinking about it.

🔥 bad luck to talk by jaekyu (FWB, Misunderstandings | 14K | Explicit): Just before Eddie tells Buck he loves him, he’s pretty sure they’ve been building up to this for months. Just after Eddie tells Buck he loves him, he realises he’s deeply misunderstood this entire situation. And Buck? Well, Buck didn’t even think they were dating. (Aftermath, and then: the road less travelled, with the benefit of hindsight.)

at this fork in the road (I want the path that leads me to you) by kabnd/ @polkadotk804 (Post-S8A, Eddie goes to Texas | 24K | Teen): It is at that moment that Eddie realizes that he has a choice. There are two roads ahead of him. Two paths. Two potential futures. One with Buck at his back, and one with Buck eight hundred miles away. Eddie knows which one he wants, but he just needs to be brave enough to ask for it. OR: In one series of events, Eddie asks Buck to come with him to Texas, in another he doesn’t…but whatever steps they take, Buck and Eddie always find their way to each other and bring Christopher home.

WIP

Finding Mr Christmas by JJK/@trenchcoatsandtimetravel (Canon Divergent, Reality TV, Christmas | 4/? | 24K | Teen): "Welcome to Finding Mr Christmas! You’re all here chasing the same dream, to star in a Hallmark Christmas movie, and over the next few weeks we’re going to be putting you through your paces to see which of you has the most star quality and that ‘it’ factor that makes you shine above the rest." 🎄🎄🎄 An AU where Buck and Eddie meet as contestants on Hallmark's Finding Mr Christmas competition (and fall for each other).

can’t fight the moonlight by coldbam/ @coldbam (Werewolf Buck, Canon Divergent | 1/2 | 10K | Explicit): “Apparently I stole his very special mug,” Eddie says, not bothering to hide the sarcasm. “I know you guys keep saying he’s all bark, Buck’s a real sweetheart, but I'm starting to worry you all just have terrible judge of character,” Eddie half-jokes. He sighs, rubbing at his eyes. “What the hell is his problem?” “Full moon tonight,” Chimney says with a smirk, chewing his gum like he’s proud of himself for that joke. * Or, everyone works at a wolf sanctuary and Buck is a werewolf.

Snickerdoodles of Longing by ElvenSorceress/ @elvensorceress (Post-S8A, Demi Eddie | 1/2 | 14K | Mature): Eddie piles up all his baking supplies and tells him, “All yours. Whatever you want to make. I’ll get more of anything if you need it. We should have plenty of flour though. I got you five bags.” Buck’s head snaps toward him. “Five bags? You got me five bags of flour? The little two pound ones, right? Or the five pounders?” “No, the tens. Like that one.” “You bought me fifty pounds of flour?” “You’re the one who decided his coping mechanism for loneliness was snickerdoodles and sourdough. I’m just being supportive. Since you’re my wingman and I’m yours or whatever you said when you stole my tablet and my realtor call.” Buck smirks. “More like saved your call.” More like saved Eddie’s everything but who’s counting? ~ Eddie decides he needs to move to Texas and slowly unravels as he comes to terms with how he really feels and what he's losing.

there is no road by littleghost/ @ghostlandtoo (Post-S8A, Eddie moves to Texas | 2/6 | 24K | Explicit): Years ago, almost a full decade, Shannon had asked him to move and Eddie refused because he was trying to build a life for himself again. Eddie knows if he asks Buck, he’ll get that same refusal. Worse, Buck could say yes and Eddie would be uprooting Buck from the very life he built for himself. He doesn’t ask, and Buck doesn’t offer, and they pack up Eddie Diaz’s life in Los Angeles into cardboard boxes. Or: Eddie moves to Texas. Buck buys his house. There’s a love story somewhere in here.

Gentle On My Mind by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, Shannon Lives, Buck/Eddie/Shannon | 9/? | 55K | Explicit): In which Shannon lives, tells a lie, and sends hers, Eddie's, and Buck's lives down a very different path.

[starberry-cupcake]

LAST CHAPTERS!!! I have to make another one for the extra story and all that but these are the LAST OFFICIAL CHAPTERS!!!

previously in ice cube barbie de la tumbita(1):

this happened

this is the general tag of all the collection of recaps

(1) Note: "tumbita" means "little tomb" or "little grave", there was an audio meme going around some years ago where a little girl told another little girl that santa was "en la tumbita" aka dead, which was why parents were the ones who actually bought the gifts

I'm bringing back the very niche cultural slang meme thing that I started the nona recaps with here at the end

also because that audio gives me 'nona and the kids' vibes

CHAPTER 30 (the tower!!! in tarot it means upheaval, disaster, sudden change, ESCÁNDALO)

nona aka ice cube barbie de la tumbita aka AL aka annabel lee wakes up and sees how the truck is swimming in grey stuff

THE RIVER BABY!!!

also, Annabel Lee pause, this quote from the poem, upon knowing what I know now, really hits

And neither the angels in Heaven above Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

coronabeer is talking sweetly to judith

sorry, j o d y

coronabeer 👏 and 👏 judith 👏 sitting 👏 in 👏 a 👏 tree 👏

individually, I feel mid about them but, together, I'll defend them forever

nona looks at camolyctor paul atreides and says "I'll take it from here"

"hold my chewed half-eaten eraser"

ice cube barbie, who is still nona for now, keeps feeling like her body is not her own

which maybe has to do with the fact that it isn't her own

funny how that works

nona tells pyrrha and camolyctor paul not to ask her questions and not to "say things that aren't said like a question but are questions"

she says "take it away" and they decide to indulge her

since she's the one who seems to know what to do in this river surfing situation

she says that the water "doesn't want to touch them" while coronabeer asks judith to come back

nona also feels a lot of people crowding behind her

pyrrha asks "what the fuck is that" and gideon goes "Told you so"

and so the tower comes up from the water, like it did for harrow, last time we heard of her

nona is trying to stay as nona by grasping the "middle of the brain" thoughts that aren't "above" and "below"

the thoughts that know what the tower is

but if she looks at those, she's gonna stop being nona

judith starts talking in that not-judith way again and goes "He left them too long—You left them too long, my salt thing"

to which nona responds "You are here. Okay, good —the water really won't touch us."

at this point, we can do nothing but trust whatever she comes up with, so buckle up

nona has to reach the accelerator but, because harrowcita's body is smol, she's like

she's also kind of having a heart attack in harrowcita's body at the sight of the tower, so everything's f i n e

"The more she thought, the more problems she had"

AIN'T THAT THE TRUTH

DON'T WE ALL

judith keeps repeating "the hole" which is kinda funny

everyone either collapses or is losing it, except for nona, who continues on

because someone has to

they are sucked into the current and a crack appears in the glass like in jurassic park 2

camolyctor paul comes in and asks nona if she can get them to the ninth

I don't know how I feel about camolyctor paul atreides yet

they don't feel camilla enough for me idk I'm feeling abandoned again, but this time I don't think I'll get my love back

unless camolyctor paul pulls a vegetto and unfuses inside the stomach of some entity

but that's highly unlikely

so I'm unwell

I know there was no other way around this and camilla wouldn't have survived anyway but I'm not handling this well you folks

I WOULDN'T PULL A RESSURRECTION FOR HER JUST BECAUSE AND RUIN THE UNIVERSE THOUGH

RIP DR REV EMPEROR JOHN BUT I'M DIFFERENT

this book series is about learning to let go huh

it's about necromancers who, for all intents and purposes, thrive in bringing back dead things but, in some clever irony, is about actually letting go, not bringing back

every book you start, you have to let go of what you were used to in the previous one

you have to let go of characters you grew to care about

of povs you got used to

of things you thought you finally understood

you have to let go of preconceptions of characters who end up showing more than you thought they would

and all this mess started because one man wants the power of never having to let go of what he wants to keep to himself

even if it isn't something for him to have in the first place

*colors of the wind from pocahontas starts playing in the background*

ANYWAY

NO PHILOSPHY IN THE MIDDLE OF A LONG RECAP

BAD LULY

uber driver nona says she can get them to the ninth but she's tired and doesn't want to let go of nona, she knows that this is what's gonna come down to

AGAIN WITH THE LETTING GO

THIS IS WHAT I'M SAYING

nona doesn't want to let people go or let herself go

even if judith is "gone, forever probably" and gideon is "used to" being dead

nona is considering letting it all go then and there and dying with the body she's using

but then camolyctor paul atreides reminds her that noodle is in the back

and BY GOD we're not letting noodle die

middle nona thoughts are brought to the forefront by the presence of noodle

and nona "drove the truck home"

CHAPTER 31 (NINTH SKULL BAYBEY!!!!!)

nona's chakra thoughts align and she wants something

they all find out they're alive and well and gideon rises

nona has lost the ability to move and doesn't quite remember how she was able to do what she did

pyrrha proceeds to carry her around again

like the 0 years baby she actually is

and gideon goes "Home, sweet home"

WE'RE BACK!!!

WE'RE BACK WHERE IT ALL BEGUN

camolyctor paul atreides asks gideon where they are and congratulates nona for her parking precision

pyrrha wants to ask what that was in the river, since it wasn't an RB

but gideon hears something nobody else can hear and decides to just go on her own

so that leaves camolyctor paul and a pyrrha carrying nona to chase after her

nona asks about tsundere pash but she has to stay with angel teacher, who got scrambled around in the landing

don't know what good would tsundere pash do in this situation and I think she wouldn't even want to be there if asked, but nona has a crush or whatever this is

how tsundere pash managed to attract the earth personification or whatever, idk, but I also know nothing about attracting anyone, so who am I to doubt game

nobody can see shit and pyrrha says anastasia should have added skull-shaped fairy lights to the ninth

how many of you lovely freaks went and bought them

nona sees the light, but a literal one for now, because they find a tunnel with light inside it

they find gideon in there

gideon: found, sword: drawn, blood: on it, bodies: scattered

in moments like this, I miss camilla

nona then sees a man that looks old as sin

at this point, I had forgotten crux's name ngl

he didn't matter enough to me to give him a nickname and I just forgot his name and also maybe that he existed

camolyctor paul atreides wants to help him but he doesn't want to be helped

also, there are weird corpses that gideon tells them to look at

weird as in body horror territory again

as in some magnus archives level bs

nona keeps pointing out how different camolyctor paul is to both camilla and palmolive, which makes me sad

and they say they find it all interesting

which is very spock of them, palmolive would approve of that

gideon says that "he said they'd only be on Antioch"

camolyctor paul asks gideon where they've seen that before and gideon says in duracell bunny nephew

remember duracell bunny nephew? I was thinking about him the other day, actually

he's a character I wish I had known more about, poor kid

anyway, duracell bunny nephew had his soul detached too far from his body and Other Stuff took over, so I guess that's kind of what this is

gideon is very shocked and upset at the fact that they're there because dr reverend emperor john said they couldn't travel

I'm holding gideon's face in my hands, putting my forehead against hers and asking her patiently in which universe does she think she can believe a word that man says

gideon says that the entities use revenant magic and that they're waiting for crux to kick the bucket to use him as well, so they'll eventually get to him anyway

if they're waiting for crux to die, they can join the congregation of people who've been waiting, with gideon at the front of it

crux has time and energy to be rude af to everyone around him, especially gideon

nona interrupts the family reunion to announce that there's more of these guys coming soon, so they have to grab crux and move on

gideon is about to stay around and throw hands with a bunch of revenants but pyrrha tells her that "any kid in the Cohort knows the mission comes first"

since when is gideon's priority the Cohort, I asked myself at this point, but anyway

nona sees a figure with dark robes and a pale face swaying in the archway, which doesn't look good

nona starts the description of something that took me a minute to understand was an elevator

gideon asks crux, who had been promoted to seneschal before they left for canaan house, where aiglamene is

remember aiglamene? I liked her

crux tells her she's dead and gideon would have had a heart attack if that would still affect her body

but nona tells her he's lying

what's the point in lying if we're going where the remaining ninth is, you dramatic old bastard????

they ask crux how long the thingies have been in town and he says he has to answer because they're holding "the Reverend Daughter"

which, they technically aren't, but anyway

says they've been there for about a day

they're looking for the youngest of them, which gideon thinks is tough luck for them

they use bodies but don't seem to be interested in bones

BAD HOUSE TO GO TO IF YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT BONES

camolyctor paul is still trying to fix it but gideon says that, since it's "spirit shit" (technical term) the only thing you can do, if you're really good, is ward people so that they aren't taken

I am assuming this is a River imbalance that's going on over here, things are Happening in the River

gideon is about to say "how bad are we" but corrects to "you" in the last second, in another way to attempt to cover up the fact that she cares deeply and isn't fooling anyone

catching the tsundere-itis from tsundere pash

it's a family thing, commander wake sounds like she was very tsundere as well

pyrrha says she was there before it was known as the Anastasian and that she "painted a nursery mint green" which ????????

forgot people were born in the ninth at some point

without baby blending required

gideon makes an ass joke and nona laughs, which makes crux suspicious

pyrrha thinks nona isn't doing that badly if she's laughing at ass jokes

nona is actually falling apart, but doesn't want to bring down the mood of the operation

also, her arm gets scratched with pyrrha's zipper

they end up in a corridor with a bone gate and gideon asks for aiglamene

aiglamene arrives and nona compares her to what she thinks sriracha girlie will look like if she grows older

I can see the vision, actually

aiglamene passes a pike to sister berta, who nona says might be honesty's age, and I am reminded there were supposed to be new people in the ninth, according to dr reverend emperor john in book 2

I can't keep up with everything, so much happens at all times

aiglamene says they welcome back the reverend daughter and it's like that scene in mulan

gideon then reveals that she's very much not alive and goes "You always said I'd come back in a box"

:'(

so aiglamene goes all feral with nona, believing her to be harrowcita

which is a nice change of pace, I missed people getting angry on gideon's behalf

but gideon tells her that it isn't harrowcita in there, it's just her body

and what's left of it, because it's getting complicated to keep it alive

pyrrha starts flirting with aiglamene

(pyrrha has a type for women in command who get angry quickly)

and she calls her a "brandishment baby", which I felt like a generational name

the ninth also seems to not be in good terms with what the emperor might want and aiglamene says last time they dealt with that was thirty years before

nona is laid on the ground next to a heater to warm up a bit and someone kisses her shoe, which she thinks is very unhygienic, to the point that not even kevin would do it

we love kevin

last "we love kevin" of the nona recaps :'(

pyrrha asks what happened to her arm and nona tells her about the zipper

nona realizes that's her first wound and everyone realizes they need to keep it moving

crux calls her "harrowhark" and nona tells him she's not her

he asks her who she is, then, which is something nona is trying very hard not to think about

"There's a box and...and there's someone in that box who isn't me. I'm me. I don't know who's in that box, not really, only—when you open it—I'll be gone, because I can't survive...knowing. And I think—inside that box—there's something that looks like a girl"

I talked about this back in chapter 11!!!!!

I'm considering doing a Top 10 Best Recap Moments, this one might have to go in there if I do it

camolyctor paul is calling nona's imminent collapse "interesting" and pyrrha says their bedside manner is shit

nona says that the more she goes back, the less harrow resists because she wasn't made for it, she isn't "the right shape"

she also tells them that, when she's back, she won't help them and she'll be different, because knowing makes her not be nona and she won't be able to love anymore

pyrrha says that she was loved and liked by a lot of people and goes "what's like except a love that hasn't been invited indoors?" because the time to make sentimental speeches is here

she went "Gideon liked you" and I was like "no, she doesn't" and then remembered she was talking about og!gideon lmao

pyrrha also tells her she had bought her a birthday present she didn't get to give her

it was a tshirt that advertised "cheap moustache rides"

I had never heard that euphemism before, but now I know

camolyctor paul says palmolive and camilla wouldn't have let her wear it but they think "moustache rides should be free"

I don't know what to do with that information, so let's continue

nona says she's gonna make herself remember and promises to use the tshirt and that, then, they'll know it's her

I'd love to see THAT

she's about to not be in a cumple anymore, and we're all gonna be worse for it

CHAPTER 32 (TOMB TIME!!! LA TUMBITA!!!!)

nona can't see in the darkness but recognizes gideon's voice

the doors she's opened

in more ways the one

crux says nobody should be going in there but the Daughter and her cavalier

and gideon says "The Reverend Daughter has no cavalier living"

:'(

suddenly there's light and they feel a weird noise at their feet

nona thinks she sees coronabeer but nope

she describes yandere twin as a "washed out coronabeer"

coronabeer with the desaturation on

yandere twin starts talking in that way in which she says stuff, that tries to seem she's unbothered and everything is beneath her but she actually cares a great deal about it

she reminds me of those youtubers who think that acting like they don't care and making a show of having to drink wine in order to get through what they're talking about will make us overlook the fact that they made a 1 hour video about the topic in question, which means they do care a great deal, and acting in a "non-fangirl way" won't make them seem "more credible"

we're all nerds and losers, it's fine to care

it's ok to care, yandere twin

ANYWAY

she calls camolyctor paul "hectus", which is very uninspired, in my humble opinion of a nickname expert

btw the stuff they're standing on is "Adipose fat and mucous membrane" which I imagine kind of like the grease that collects from the grill after an asado

yandere twin is finally introduced to pyrrha and asks her whether what happened to her and og!gideon normally happens

she's relieved to hear it isn't, because probably she doesn't want chad to be using her body, even if she got to use his

pyrrha tells gideon not to do anything stupid, to which gideon replies that she's too late for that

also, yandere twin isn't drinking wine like the youtubers I mentioned, but is smoking, which serves the same purpose

gideon tells her that coronabeer is outside and she didn't have to use her charm to get her there

yandere twin calls her sister an "ill-shampooed slut"

which is A Lot

and then nona realizes gideon and yandere twin are wearing "friendship bracelets"

yandere twin pulls gideon outside the pool of goo and they do a friendship handshake

my brain is short circuiting a bit at this because last time I heard of them, they were at each other's throats

so ?????????????????????????????

camolyctor paul reminds them that harrowcita's body is on a time limit

yandere twin says harrowcita would want to die rather than open the tomb, as if she hadn't opened it already once

she asks for gideon's opinion but gideon suddenly can't read

they keep acting like besties, which's got everyone and me shocked and weirded at

they're super friendly until gideon goes like "anywayyyy gotta open the tomb, though"

yandere twin does not like that idea

she calls gideon a "three way double crosser" which is one level lower than pyrrha's quadruple crossing record

gideon is saying a bunch of stupid ass stuff

that dr reverend emperor john doesn't care if they kill ice cube barbie, that she'll be his cavalier

yandere twin also thinks all of that is bs and she can't really believe that

idk if this is actually about that or about harrow, honestly

gideon says dr reverend emperor john is very depressed and yandere twin starts talking about who he's sleeping with, which I don't care to know

gideon also doesn't want to hear it, but she's ageist about it because he's allegedly sleeping with a sixty year old guy

that's the least of anyone's concerns

yandere twin is the one making more sense, which scares me tbh, and says she doesn't know what he'll become with ice cube barbie and asks what I'm also wondering: "Is this about Harry, after all?"

gideon gets all defensive without answering the question and tells yandere twin to leave with coronabeer and stop bothering her

gideon insists on dr reverend emperor john wanting to kill ice cube barbie and yandere twin slaps her

yandere twin says he loves ice cube barbie and needs her and without her he's nothing and they need to keep him that way

which again makes me feel like I've lost part of the narrative while looking through nona's perspective

and, at that, nona starts losing her nona-ness

she begins to fall apart, exploding from the inside out, and both yandere twin and gideon run to her

someone says "Keep it together. Wherever you are, idiot, I know you can hear me. Keep it together"

I thought that was gideon talking to harrow, but I'm not sure

camolyctor paul tells pyrrha to "go" and pyrrha shoots yandere twin with a magic bullet

a magic bullet which isn't the blender they made harrow in, another magic bullet

pyrrha says she was saving the bullet for dr reverend emperor john, which would have been a much better use for it, but anyway

gideon and pyrrha carry nona while camolyctor paul instructs to "open the door"

nona, who starts talking more like ice cube barbie, refers to harrowcita as "the baby", which is funny but also accurate since she was The Baby, you know, the Ninth Blender Baby

she starts remembering when she was there before, with dr reverend emperor john, who took her there saying he wanted to show her something

I WOULDN'T PUT IT PAST HIM TO HAVE GOTTEN INSPIRATION FROM IT, TBH

the corridor has things that were disabled and others that are yet to be disabled, but pyrrha says they need fresh thanergy for it

gideon says they should kill her but, since she's already dead, it won't work

pyrrha goes all mushy for wake again and says they should kill her, that if wake had asked her she would have died with her for this

pyrrha always gets very emotional in stressful moments

meanwhile, ice cube barbie no longer nona keeps remembering that she was dr reverend emperor john's cavalier and that she loved him and he loved her because he loved "the world"

idk about that tbh but ok

ice cube barbie no longer nona says she hadn't come on purpose, she was brought by harrow, the kiss and the tear

lots of fairy tale kissing in this book series

crux says they should kill him instead

everyone wants to die suddenly

except for nona, which is ironic

gideon goes "Die for her...it's the only goddamn good you'll ever do her"

aiglamene and camolyctor paul keep insisting if crux is sure and gideon is like "can we kill him already?"

not with those words, but she's like metaphorically pointing at her watch like judge judy

ice cube barbie no longer nona keeps remembering how johnny boy cask of amontillado-ed her and she asked where was anastasia while he was doing it

crux and gideon keep arguing and gideon starts reading her pedigree receipts

she says "I want you to know who I am!" and crux goes "You died as you lived, Gideon Nav—a disappointment to me—and to God"

idk if he was being an asshole on purpose so she'd kill him already or if he just wanted to be a nasty bastard until the very end

also, I don't know if gideon really believes all this, because we haven't seen her perspective in this book, but it'd be sad if she does

I mean, I get it, she lived without an identity and being naruto-ed in the ninth for it, and suddenly she's princess amelia mignonette thermopolis renaldi

but it'd be very sad if she thinks that what makes her worthy is who she was born as or who her father is and not who she actually is

we love you for you, gideon sweetie

more so in spite of your dad than because of him, actually

you're worthy just for existing and you've done good and brave things just being you, before you knew of your background

don't fall for the emperor propaganda

gideon kills him but feels terrible still, because there are a lot of issues to unpack that killing a dreadful old man can't fix

ice cube barbie no longer nona keeps remembering and there are beetles in her memory, as well as a pool of salt water from which she drank

ice cube barbie no longer nona steps into the cold water, with harrow's heart freezing, as she remembers doing the same back then, when she first came into la tumbita

she hears yandere twin coming closer as she sees herself lying there

WHICH I CALLED???? BACK IN CHAPTER 11???

YAY ME

she says dr reverend emperor john made her ugly, which is slander to one of my favorite barbies ever

but anyway, celebratory screencap of the reason I called her ice cube barbie this whole time

she hears someone shout "No" from the shore, which I think is probably yandere twin

and she says she sees anastasia's body, all bones, ready to close the door whenever it was opened

wasn't anastasia the one who "never made it" into the bolthole? whose room was empty? who had "figured out" the lyctor thing? whose cav was killed by the emperor?

did she die there guarding the door or...?

I'm sure you'll correct me in the replies

unless it's a spoiler for the story or the stuff I have yet to read

nona, who is now more ice cube barbie than nona, says her last nona thing and goes "well happy birthday to me, I guess" and head dives into ice cube barbie body

EPILOGUE (first house skull means trouble every time)

ice cube barbie proceeds to break her chains

now here it all turned into shakespeare all of a sudden so I had to go over this a couple times

and the descriptions of the people are like "child 1" "child 2", so

be patient with me here

these books make me feel very dumb very often

yandere twin comes in for the kill but harrow stops her and says that, if she tries to kill ice cube barbie, their vow will be nullified and she'll kill her

yandere twin tells her she doesn't know what she's doing and harrow says "Not lately, but now"

yandere twin says she's half dead to which harrow replies "I am as one half-dead, but you would be two-halves dead, bitch"

I feel like I'm having a stroke

I feel like they're not really talking like shakespeare in the park, that's how ice cube barbie hears it, but idk at this point

yandere twin goes into her mocking flirty kinky territory and says "I only die of longing for thee"

and harrow goes "Then perish"

ice cube barbie then gets up and smacks yandere twin across the tomb

skeletons start coming up but when ice cube barbie lifts the sword, they all go like "better not"

now we're stating to call ice cube barbie "alecto", which I'm not gonna do, because that nickname was signaled upon me by apollo himself

and, now that I think about it, if this book was gonna be part 1 of alecto and then author got carried away, makes sense that it's the same bitch

anyway, pyrrha calls to ice cube barbie and she goes "he has never appeased me, and now all he has done was teach me how to die"

ice cube barbie remembers "the vow" and turns to harrowcita

she raises her sword, but then remembers her from her dreams and doesn't strike her

harrowcita tells her she's loved her all her life and that she can kill her if she wants

which would make this a very very bad day for gideon

ice cube barbie is angry but lifts her up and kisses her and draws blood, because she can't be not feral about anything

ice cube barbie is confused of why harrow isn't appeased by this because that's "how meat loves meat"

gotta teach this earth entity about different kinds of love

through harrow's blood, ice cube barbie understands what she is

at this point I went "a blender baby?"

but she says she's "the blood of the tomb keeper"

so then I got that she meant anastasia lol

ice cube barbie apologises for dr reverend emperor john killing anastasia's cav

testing my memory, these people, had to double check who samael was

she swears to harrowcita the way she swore to anastasia and says "I am in your service until you bid me the favour, and whatsoever you appoint I shall perform, and consider the vow rendered. This is what I promised, until such a time as you deal with me as you see fit"

what was going on between ice cube barbie and anastasia????

harrow thinks she's not worthy of the vow

but ice cube barbie kneels, offers the sword and cuts harrowcita's hand so her blood is on the sword and goes "Notwithstanding, I offer you my service"

and then gideon, very angrily, shouts from the shore "Get in line, thou big slut"

we love gideon

there's a time skip then and ice cube barbie ends up in dr reverend emperor john's ship

she says she still finds the river dead

dr reverend emperor john is butt naked, drunk and looking a mess

ice cube barbie seems to be carrying an unconscious harrow around in one arm

which means we keep separating gideon and harrow and this is the slowest burn ever

I don't even know if they're endgame, at this point

that tagline I really have issues with, the one about the "lesbian necromancers in space", made me expect something entirely different by this point in time

ANYWAY

ice cube barbie is carrying the sword in her other hand

she uses it to stab dr reverend emperor john in the heart

but that just wakes him up and he says "Annabel, good morning"

I reached my quota of images per post for the second time in the recaps lifespan

BUT THAT'S IT!!!! Next time, I'll have the story and the other extra stuff that's at the end of the book and we'll see what we do next!

Some of you have said you'd be interested in me doing Alecto when it comes out, even if you'll be busy with more important fandom input than these silly recaps at that time, others have been interested in me potentially doing this with Murderbot, but before any of that, I'm thinking of doing a couple extras of some stuff, like a top 10 Best Recap Moments, maybe with the best things I predicted or something, you guys can cast votes if you want!! Until next time!!! ♥

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Numbers Game ~ Chapter 40

One More Chance

Pairings: Cross Guild Polycule x Shanks x Fem!Reader x ???

Numbers Game Masterlist

Word Count: 12.7k+

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Chapter Tunes: Run Rabbit ~ ALT BLK ERA | Broken (feat. Amy Lee) ~ Seether

Summary: The Hunt is nearing its end, but it's still too early to tell who your favorite is. At least not before that red-haired Hunter claims the final date tonight.

Ch. 39 Recap: Detailed recap is directly below the cut!

Author's Note: This one is big, and not just the wordcount. I hope you enjoy the ride! 🥰

Dark Content Warning: No bracketed scenes, but brace yourself for Uncle Cedrick and some Sylvad family bullshit. And ya know... the feels, as usual 💜

Also, I hope everyone remembers the tag/warning: Cross Guild Boys are VILLAINS. It’s been there since day one, so 🤷‍♀️

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Alternate POV Symbols:

🌲 ~ Reader | 🐊 ~ Crocodile | 🗡 ~ Mihawk | 🤡 ~ Buggy | 🔴 ~ Shanks | 🐈 ~ Kat |⏰ ~ Flashbacks for listed POV | ⚫ ~ Scenes depicting Dark Content as listed in Author's Notes

!!! SPOILER WARNING !!! This fic (And This Chapter in Particular!) contains spoilers for current One Piece plotlines!!! Sorry y'all, I've been trying to keep most spoilers small or vague details, but Cross Guild is endgame, lol.

Rating/Warnings: Author May Choose to Exclude some Warnings to Avoid Spoilers for Certain Chapters, Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Use of Y/N, Dark Content, Blood & Violence, PTSD, Panic Attacks, Dissociation, Mental Illness, Grief, Hospitals, Doctors, Mental Health Treatment, Toxic Family, Childhood Trauma, Swearing, Alcohol, Cigars, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Guilt, Drama, Jealousy, Manipulation, Pet Names, Power Imbalance, Cross Guild boys are VILLAINS, Possessive Behavior, Teasing, Threats, Relationship Drama, Inappropriate Use of Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit Powers, Shameless Shameless Smut, Uncle Cedrick Has Become His Own Warning, Death of an Unnamed Character, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

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Ch. 39 Recap:

Reader had to say goodbye to the man of her dreams on Uncle Cedrick's orders. He claimed that he was being generous, but that Iceburg didn't have anything they couldn't buy.

Crocodile tried to find anything useful in the recordings of his sweet girl at the asylum, but all he saw was that fifteen year old girl breaking, and that doctor praising her for admitting what she was: a monster.

Kat struggled to pretend while her sister had to keep smiling at the villainous Vinsmokes.

Mihawk found purpose again, a feeling he'd forgotten. He kept up his hunt through the seedy underworld, following the trail of greed while he left a trail of blood behind him.

Reader managed to relax and enjoy the second date with Katakuri. That Sweet Commander was too sweet, but Reader still couldn't make any promises.

Shanks felt desperate as his failures kept growing, until he finally hit his mark. He had sworn to become a villain to save Buggy's star, yet he would have preferred violence over the threats he made against Katakuri's little sister.

Reader managed to avoid being alone with Yonji during his second date, at the cost of his soldier's pain while he beat them bloody. She praised him, and managed to pretend during the breakfast the next morning. Neither Kat nor Reiju had joined them for breakfast, and the thought of her sister being happy helped Reader keep up her smile.

Now, the Hunt is nearing its end. The wedding will be in two days, but first Reader must face the final date, and the red-haired traitor that wants to claim her for himself.

One More Chance

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

Run, little rabbit. Please, run away.

This island was lush, abundant, a thing of true beauty.

Yet the sight of that wild rabbit hopping through the courtyard made you want to scream. If only you could move, you would run to it, protect it from the hunters and their hungry arrows, their greedy fingers, their gluttonous mouths.

That little bunny never stood a chance.

Uncle Cedrick had already snapped his fingers for his bow, all eyes on him while he aimed for the helpless creature that was stupid and unlucky enough to interrupt him.

Looking away didn’t save you from the little horror. The image of the rabbit’s extravagant death was spread too large across the screens, and your cowardly move to look away only trapped you more.

A hunter’s eyes tore through you, and you choked down stupid hope that you might survive longer than the creature that was bleeding its life away onto the pretty cobblestones while leeches and wolves applauded its dying breaths.

Those soft, brown eyes were arrows, and you knew that you were nothing to that greedy hunter but something to capture, to claim.

You were nothing but a little bunny to him, and tonight it was his turn to win you. To claim you.

His lips curled just slightly, a wicked little smirk that would have made your skin crawl if you hadn’t been holding in every piece of yourself that you could.

The screen behind that red-haired hunter showed a servant lifting that prize into the air, blood staining all that pure, white fur.

You returned Shanks’ smile, hoping that your death would be as quick as that little bunny’s if he was the one that caught you.

Hoping you would feel his blood on your hands first.

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🔴🔴🔴~~~

The Great Red Haired Shanks was drowning. He couldn’t fucking hear a thing, could hardly breathe unless he could watch the rise and fall of her breath, nearly bolting across the courtyard whenever she’d hold it in for too long.

Her eyes caught his, and cruel hope filled him.

Shanks smiled at that wounded star, aching for tonight.

I just need one more chance.

Y/N’s smile was perfect. So very sweet that the leeches around him began to swoon over the berries they’d bet on him winning the lovely heiress.

Her smile was anything but sweet. That charming pirate had seen behind the mask, catching just a flash of hate shining through every glance she sent his way.

I’m gonna save you, Y/N. I promise.

“Sorry about the mess,” Cedrick bragged while he drew everyone’s attention back to himself and his twisted, little game. “I know you all have been dying to hear from our lovebirds after that delightfully savage tournament last night—”

“My apologies for the interruption…”

Cedrick managed to rein himself in, but Shanks caught that flash of rage in his eyes when the towering hunter cut him off. He didn’t seem to be as good at pretending as Y/N, at least not when someone else was hogging all the attention.

“But of course, Katakuri,” Sylvad bowed his head just a fraction while the hunter kneeled before the little stage he shared with his niece. “You’re well known for your impeccable manners, so I imagine it must be important.”

“It is.”

Shanks didn’t want to watch this. He’d already downed the sparkling wine they’d poured into another carved glass for him this morning, so there was nothing to help him swallow his shame.

He had promised to become a villain for her. It was for her. For Buggy. For Mihawk.

He had to save her.

But that wounded star had stopped breathing again while she waited for that sweet commander to speak.

Was it really for her?

She still wasn’t breathing.

It wasn’t for her, was it? I came here for Buggy. For Mihawk. I came here to soothe my own fucking guilt.

No. I came here to use her again. To get what I want.

Shanks wasn’t good at pretending, unless his own delusions counted. He had truly believed that he was a good man.

What kind of man believes he’s good? Believes he’s better than others because he does what’s right? What he decides is right?

Who the fuck am I to decide what’s right?

Even with waves of self-loathing and guilt crushing his greedy heart, that Emperor of the Sea couldn’t stop.

He just held his own breath until she stopped holding hers.

~~~🔴🔴🔴~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

Of course. Of course, your last hope was kneeling before you. It felt like the cruel twist of a knife that you could tell he wasn’t smiling beneath those feathers. You were a fucking idiot for getting attached, for getting to know this lovely dream too well before it ended.

Katakuri’s deep voice barely reached you, hitting just enough to confirm what you already knew.

It’s over.

“I am so sorry, Y/N,” that voice failed to soothe. “I want to stay with you, to take you with me, but my family needs me now. I must protect them. I’m sorry—”

“I understand,” some alien part of you spoke. Leeches made noises over your sweetness, but you weren’t sweet. You were empty. A doll with nothing inside. “Thank you, Katakuri. I hope your family is safe.”

Those crimson eyes saw you too deep and you needed to scream. The need was so intense, it felt like the screams were tearing you apart. So close to falling to your knees,

Leave. Just leave. Go away. Please!

Family. What a fucking joke.

Fuck. Now you were about to start laughing. This was not good.

Katakuri had moved slightly, but he tilted his head while he studied you. He seemed to pull his hand away before he’d reached for you, and you were grateful when he left without another word.

There were so many words around you now. So many sticky, pointless words, some of them from your own lips.

You were hardly there while you made it through the interview with Yonji, hardly there while you praised that rabid, little puppy dog whose hands pulled you too close. Like you were his favorite chew toy.

A flash of red caught your eye, but you couldn’t look at that other hunter while you praised the one beside you on the stupid, green couch he’d brought with him.

Numbers. Counting. Math. That would help you get through this.

Three minus one is two.

Two minus one is...

One hunter would leave you drugged and strapped to another table, only this time you’d be dissected, violated, forced to birth monsters until you died.

The other hunter made you sick with hate, with disgust. The traitor that broke Buggy’s heart, that used you to steal him away, only to abandon him again. A dangerous man, a monster. Just a fucking leech that couldn’t get what he wanted from your dead father, so now he would hurt anyone in his path to tear it from your flesh.

A hunter claiming his prey, with not a thought for the pain the rabbit must feel while its heart’s blood spilled at his feet.

Either choice meant death.

Pros and cons.

You weren’t naive enough to think that you had a real chance at killing an Emperor of the Sea. Even if you did, you’d be trapped on a ship full of terrifying pirates that he’d threatened to punish you with the first night you met.

Both options were torture, but red grew in your mind. It spread, slow and thick like the blood of the man that was killed just for insulting you.

Shanks had hurt Buggy. He would hurt him again if he got the chance.

I’ll kill him for Buggy. At least I can do something for him before it’s over. If I can kill him, then everything else is fine.

But you couldn’t kill him tonight. Tonight, you would pretend, you’d please the monster, so he’d steal you for himself. Tonight, you would use him to forget the world.

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

~~~~~~

~~~⏰🔴🔴🔴⏰~~~

Red Haired Shanks was always searching. Not for treasure or glory, but for the perfect tavern.

For years, every tavern was fine, filled with bunnies and booze, laughter and ease, but every now and then he’d find what he needed.

“There you are,” Shanks whistled as he raised his mug. “You never know who you’ll run into at a tavern, eh, old friend?”

“We’re not friends, asshole,” Buggy spat, already so flustered and cute when Shanks leaned against his shoulder at the sticky bar top before he leaned away. “We’re enemies.”

“Come on, Bugs, it’s been a couple of years since last time, hasn’t it,” the redhead coaxed. It felt as though the world was falling away, nothing but that lovely clown and the unacceptable space between them. “At least let me buy you a drink. Something sweet?”

He held in his laugh at the way Buggy frowned, the way everything about him was so bright, so vivid. Shanks studied every movement until he saw the shift in those crystal eyes, and he couldn’t help but scrape his bottom lip through his teeth at the feeling of victory it gave him.

“Ugh, fine! But only because you owe me,” the clown sighed, his skin a bit flushed beneath his greasepaint while he downed his drink.

“Lead the way then, old friend,” Shanks purred. His body was tingling when he gestured toward the nearly empty tables in this shitty, wonderful tavern. Finally, the world felt right again.

~~~⏰🔴🔴🔴⏰~~~

~~~~~~

~~~⏰🌲🌲🌲⏰~~~

“Just follow me, star,” Buggy soothed your panicked breaths. “You know your captain will catch you, don’t you?”

“Yes, Captain, it’s just—oh gods!”

You were too breathless to pout at his smug laughter while you clung to him, the only anchor within reach. Buggy had guided your steps, holding your hands while he floated beside you, but you’d barely moved across the tightrope before slipping off, and into his waiting arms.

“Come on, I’m not about to let my flashy financial advisor go splat,” he teased, and you couldn’t hold in your squeal while he floated you in circles toward the ceiling of one of the many true circus tents in Buggy Town.

“Financial advisor’s usually work at a desk, you know,” you pleaded, closing your eyes against the striped tent that spun around and around, faster and faster. “On the ground!”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

The heat and danger in your clown’s voice sent your thoughts away. No frustration, no fear, just Buggy. Right here, right now.

“My pretty star shouldn’t be stuck on the ground,” he taunted while he floated even higher. “Will you shine up here with me, baby? I won’t let you fall too far.”

“I know, Buggy,” you managed to gasp while he tossed you just enough to shift your position in his arms. He stopped spinning to let you cling to him, wrapping your legs around his waist while you tried not to look down. “I know you’ll save me.”

Those words felt dangerous, but the look in Buggy’s eyes made everything disappear. His slow, crooked smile sent warmth through your body, even while he spun through the air again.

“Of course I will,” your clown yelled a bit too close to your ear, and you giggled before he kissed the sound away. Buggy ate at your lips, desperate for the taste of you.  His hunger pulled little moans and whines from your lips while he gripped you tighter around his body.

Still hanging on to him with your arms around his neck, you grinded against the hard length of him, always so fucking needy for you.

“Fuck, baby,” he broke the kiss with a groan. Gloved fingers dug into the meat of your ass, until he wrapped one arm around your back to hold you steady, still bobbing too high above the three rings you kept forgetting were there. Until he tugged the glove from his free hand off with his teeth, letting it fall and fall while his bare fingers teased along your thigh. “My girl’s so fucking good for me. Can I—”

“I need you, Buggy.” You had said that the night you met, that truth growing more with every moment that he stole you from the world. “Please—gods, yes!”

He was still floating, still standing in the air while you clung to him, yet Buggy managed to curl his fingers beneath the costume he’d picked for your tight rope act. He pushed that shiny fabric aside before working himself into you while your eyes watered at his wicked praise, his panicked thrusts, his pretty little noises.

You wondered how he got the leverage to fuck you like this, as though he were standing on solid ground while he held you. Then he hit so fucking deep, using the weight of your body to bounce you onto him, and you were too far gone to wonder anything at all.

All you could do was take him, take every delicious feeling he gave you. Still, as terrifying, and thrilling as fucking so high in the air should have been, you couldn’t fight against the dangerous hope that this feeling was real.

It was stupid. Naïve. You had tried again and again to shove it down, to just enjoy it while you could.

Buggy made you feel both safe and free. It couldn’t be real.

Right now is good.

“Gods, star… You feel perfect,” Buggy moaned through stuttering thrusts. “Come for me. Shine for me, baby. Just. Like. That.”

His name from your lips turned to screams while you came together, floating through space like stars in the sky. He couldn’t seem to stop his own pleasure, forcing his come even deeper inside you as though he could carve his own home within your twitching body.

“You don’t want me to stop, huh, dollface? Want me to—

No more dollface. No more Sylvad smiles.

“Hey, Star, what’s wrong,” your clown panicked when you were frozen by those hopeful thoughts. He cursed softly when he pulled himself out of you before racing down too fast. You shut your eyes against the spinning world, surprised by how many tears spilled when they closed.

Buggy caught every tear that fell, and you smiled at him when you felt him making strides across something thicker than air.

“You okay, baby?” Anxiety rippled off him when he laid you on something soft to look you over. “I’m sorry, did I—”

“I’m okay,” you choked out while you touched his hand that cradled your cheek. Relief moved across his features, but not enough. “Thank you, Captain. I’m just happy to be here with you.”

Your clown paused, and his eyes flashed with anger, with disbelief. You hated that look and all the disgusting people that must have trained that reaction into him.  

Then those crystal eyes melted, warmth seeming to fill him to the brim before he squeezed your cheeks.

“Well, I wasn’t about to leave such a flashy girl behind, but if you really feel like thanking your captain, I can think of a few—"

“Buggy!” Laughter spilled from you now, even as you struggled against his grip on your face. Your giggles slowed when he stared at your lips, brushing his thumb across your mouth. The taste of your own tears nearly stopped you, but your sweet, lovely clown kissed you before breathing his next words against your skin.  

“I like the smile better.”

The warm tears that fell now were joined by more laughter, and more dangerous hope, while he kissed your true smile again and again.  

~~~⏰🌲🌲🌲⏰~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

The dress was pretty.

It felt light and soft against your skin. A comfortable sundress to enjoy a picnic under the stars. Your locket even fit the theme, but you still kept it tucked away when you weren’t fidgeting with it.

Yet, you preferred the other stupid costumes you’d been forced to wear.

“That red looks lovely on you, sweetie,” your mother gave a flawless smile. She leaned against the vanity to beam at you while her stylists finished your hair. While you tried not to bite them.

At least it wasn’t your mom dolling you up today.

Closing your eyes against your mother’s perfect smile, you fought to shove out the image of a broken doll in a red dress.

The trill of a transponder snail tore a gasp from you, and the voice that followed was worse.

“Delaine, be a dear and bring your daughter to my office. I need to check in on our little bride before the final date.”

“Of course, Cedrick,” your mother purred while she gestured for the servants to finish up. “We’ll be right there.”

Delaine Sylvad kept her smile while she led you to him. She gave you to your uncle once again, and she hummed when he brushed his lips against her cheek before she obeyed his order to leave you alone with him.

Your mother left you without a second glance. 

“My, my, Y/N, what a sight you are,” Uncle Cedrick praised. His eyes raked over you as though admiring a prize horse before gesturing toward the beautifully carved, but uncomfortable seat across the desk from his own cushioned chair. “Take a seat, niece. We need to have a little chat.”

Emptiness flooded your mind slowly, fog rolling in until the world felt dull.

Good.

“Enough of that,” he snapped his fingers in front of your face, cutting off your escape. “The Hunt is almost over, niece. I need to know who your favorite is.”

“It’s too early to tell,” you recited. His smug little smirk only proved that your instincts were right.

“Not to worry. I believe I can help with your decision,” your uncle laughed, so at ease.

Uncle Cedrick toyed with a decorative arrow that he’d displayed on his massive desk, and you couldn’t keep your eyes off it while he started tapping the side of it against his palm, gesturing with it while he spoke.

“It really is your choice, Y/N,” he taunted, twirling the arrow a bit before pointing it at you over the desk. Aiming straight for your heart. “Do you remember what your choices were before the Hunt? Did you figure out the pros and cons?”

Nothing matters.

“I can be well.” You only clenched your jaw a bit. “Or I can be unwell. And I want to be well, Uncle.”

“That is all I want, you know,” your uncle lied, his voice dipping low. It might have sounded gentle if you didn’t know what he was. “I only want what’s best for you, and for our family. That’s why I am excited to tell you about a little extra deal I made.”

He wiggled the tip of the arrow in front of your eyes, grinning as though it was all a game. You managed not to flinch, but your eyes closed against your will for a moment to fight against the dizziness the movement had caused. His smile had deepened after your show of weakness.

It is a game. His game.

“Aren’t you going to ask about the deal?”

“What’s your extra deal, Uncle,” you drowned in impotent rage.

He sat back with a laugh, bringing his pristine shoes up to rest on the corner of the desk. You were suddenly aware of the tension in your own body, your legs shaking slightly beneath that red fabric.

You shook more when he ordered the servants and guards from the room before pulling a small snail from his desk. He patted the creature, his fingers grazing the horned shell until its eyes flashed red.

“Well, I might be getting ahead of myself,” Uncle Cedrick tilted his head back and forth while he twirled the arrow in lazy circles. “Tomorrow your Hunters and I will discuss the arrangements. If they don’t agree, then they are out, but if all goes well…”

“Fuck.”

“Do pay attention, dear. You have a date with an Emperor to get to, so I’d hate if I had to repeat myself.”

An apology forced its way through your lips while you watched him sweep all that splintered wood onto the floor. Your uncle caught you slipping away again, so he’d broken that arrow over his desk, startling you back to whatever fresh torment he had in store for you.

“You have your choices,” he started, and his handsome features were finally starting to warp, a hint of the monster that only you could see. No one else saw what he was, or they were just too greedy or scared to admit it. “Now that you’re well, you will fulfill your duties as a Sylvad and marry a suitable match. You get to choose between an Emperor of the Sea, or a Prince of the Germa Kingdom. Such a spoiled, little bride.”

“Yes, Uncle.” Your voice was sweet, and you almost laughed at how skilled you’d become. It would never be enough. “Shouldn’t I be leaving for my date soon?”

“You’re quite right, dear niece,” your uncle agreed. He lowered his legs from the desk, brushing a few splinters from his slacks before smiling at you again.  “Vinsmoke Judge and his partner have some riveting plans for their new research institute. I was considering sending an offer to fund some of their ventures after the Hunt, but they proposed a deal that I just couldn’t refuse.”

You couldn’t count your breaths. There weren’t any while he left you waiting again.

“If you choose to marry the Emperor, then one of the Princes will marry Kathryn instead,” Uncle Cedrick announced, cheerful while you struggled to understand. “Such a fine match, and after all these years of waiting for her selfish sister to stop holding her back…”

“No.”

“Yes,” he mocked your desperate tone.

You were awake now, no drifting away, no escape. Just fear and denial flooding your veins.

“They’ll use her, Uncle. Those princes were born without feelings. They’re vicious!” The monster before you looked pleased while you fought to steady your voice. “You can’t give her to them. You won’t.”

“I can and I will,” Uncle Cedrick seethed, eyes wide with fury as he slammed his fist onto his pretty desk. Just for a moment, he let you see how he truly felt when something in the world dared to displease him.

His show of hatred stilled your breath, but that snarl was followed quickly by his charming, Sylvad smile.

I liked the snarl better.

You had to bite and chew the inside of your lips, sick laughter nearly ruining you again. Your uncle pressed his finger to your lips now, shutting you up.

“Please, mind the hysterics before your date,” he scolded, removing his hand from your skin to pet the horned snail again. Its slow eyes drooped, that red fading out while he studied your face.

Looking for signs of weakness.

His fingers drummed against the gleaming wood of his desk; your eyes caught on the movement. He kept that abhorrent rhythm going until you wanted to claw at him. Finally, he traced those fingers down the side of his desk until he winked in time with a sound like a snap, like something clicking into place. The painting on the wall beside you moved, the little cedar trees opening a window to another room.

An enclosure.

Uncle Cedrick hummed a cheerful tune while he leaned through the window to pet the massive projector snail. Always so many fucking snails. He guided it to aim toward the opposite wall until its eyes cast something you knew you didn’t want to see.

The selfish urge not to look was shattered when you heard her.

“Let me see my sister,” Kat demanded, the words icy with rage. She gritted her teeth, flinching away from the hand that dared to reach for her face.

Your sister wasn’t restrained. She didn’t look hurt.

Kat was sitting between two monsters on a pretty, green couch.

“Don’t worry so much, princess,” Niji purred, thankfully pulling away from her.

“Yeah, the last date is starting soon,” Ichiji soothed, unable to hold in a satisfied laugh. “We can watch your sister all night.”

They weren’t touching her right now, but you were already running toward the door when he cut the feed.

“That’s enough,” your uncle sighed while you struggled with every door out of the massive office. He’d locked you in a cage with him. “You know very well that I am not bluffing. Now, do you understand your choices, or do we need to— “

“You can’t hurt her,” you declared, willing yourself to wake up from this nightmare.

No. No. Not real. Not her.

He just smiled, gently stroking the horned snail until its red eyes glared at you.

“They’re gonna breed her! Torture her! She could die!” There was no change in that charming face. “Please don’t let them hurt her, Uncle. Please, she’s your daughter!”

Words that you’d never spoken hung in the air, and your ears rang with aching silence as though your body had tried to pull them back into you.

If only that ringing silence could have stayed to spare you from his sadistic laughter. He was still cracking up while he relaxed back into his seat, gesturing for you to join him.

“My little smarty. Did you think that was a secret,” Uncle Cedrick mocked while he caught his breath. He dabbed the moisture from his eyes as you slumped into that uncomfortable seat across from him. “I must admit, your mother and I were sloppy at best when it came to hiding our transgressions. Only a fool like my brother could have missed something so glaringly obvious.”

Uncle would have dragged you back anyway, but you fought to stay present. Only your nails on your thighs through that thin, red fabric kept you here.

she needs me

“I’m disappointed in you though, Y/N. I thought you were smart enough to keep your mouth shut.”

“but...”

“But what,” he scoffed as he leaned over the desk to pinch your cheek. You were too lost to even flinch.

“you won’t hurt her you won’t let them—”

There was no fighting it. Your body was starting to carry the inevitable future for you, although your mind was still small. Parts of you had run away, but he didn’t bother to chase them down.

“My daughter has the opportunity to elevate the Sylvad line.”

His voice wasn’t loud, but you winced at the force of it. He leaned back, his pretty shoes on the desk again, but you couldn’t let your eyes wander there. If you looked away from his gratified gaze you would disappear.

You had to stay.

“Finally, I can bring our family the respect, the honor we deserve.”

Uncle Cedrick’s mask fell just enough to show that monstrous hunger. That greed. What do you get for the man that has everything? What more could he possibly be hungry for?

It felt like it had always been you. Your pain, your humiliation, your supplication.

But your suffering was just the bonus prize.

“Arbo never cared about leaving a mark on the world,” your uncle spat now, his revulsion growing with every word. “No ambition. No pride. He rejected every opportunity to lift our family name above the merchant class. No, my idiot brother just wanted to spoil his selfish, little numbers girl.”

“stop”

He would never stop. He kept going, even as your body started rocking back and forth, breaths going heavy and wrong.

“Your daddy was always weak-willed. Pathetic.” Uncle laughed at the tiny sob that escaped your lips, even while you chewed on your flesh to keep them shut. “Arbo’s obsession with you held us all back, Y/N. It even got him killed. That sentimental fool couldn’t even wait a fucking week to fetch his ungrateful brat a toy boat—"

“please”

Broken doll.

Broken sobs tore through you now, and you curled in on yourself. Breathing hurt, you couldn’t see, couldn’t hear over the horrible, broken noises.

nothing now nothing now nothing—

“Stop crying.”

Dolls should be quiet and still, so that’s what you were. Just a doll when he knelt beside you. Not real when he touched your face, sneering at the pathetic tears on your skin.

Uncle Cedrick held his broken doll by the chin, but his words couldn’t hurt something that wasn’t real.

not real

can’t feel

“The choice is yours, dear niece,” came a voice that meant nothing. “Marry a Vinsmoke, or your sister will take your place. If you don’t want the pirate then you know what your options are, but Kathryn will wed one of those princes if you don’t.”

One more burning tear stained your cheek while his fingers pressed just a bit more into your skin, still careful not to tarnish his little doll. Your uncle never needed to use his hands to hurt you. He’d broken you just fine with his words.

Now he had trapped you into this reality, this world that he owned, because you couldn’t let yourself slip into nothingness. You couldn’t be that selfish again.

“I’ll marry Yonji,” you spoke with a voice like your mother’s, “but only if they let Kat go. They can’t touch her.”

Uncle Cedrick patted you on the head when he stood, and you counted your breaths while he picked up his transponder snail from its decorative table. He sat in his comfortable chair, placing the snail he’d dressed to match his own image beside the horned snail that was beginning to slump while its eyes still flashed red.

“Kat will be staying with her future brothers in law until your vows have been sealed,” he declared, the threat sending fresh terror to rip through your heart.

He stroked the horned snail again to let it rest. His fleeting mercy was given only to the toys that bent to his will.

“Don’t fret though, niece. I won’t let my daughter become anyone’s mistress, not even a prince. She’ll never be a cheap whore like your mother. Speaking of,” your uncle trailed off before making a call, your mother’s, ‘hello, Cedrick,’ floating from the snail’s sticky lips. “Delaine, dear, please come tend to your daughter. She could use some freshening up before the big night, and we can’t have her running late.”

You stayed here. Distant, but not empty. Suffocating with a gentle smile while your mother dolled you up.

“Don’t forget the rules of the Hunt, dear niece,” Uncle Cedrick reminded you as he guided you to the courtyard. “Our guests are here to have fun, so be sure to show the Emperor a good time. Can you do that, smarty.”

“Yes, Uncle.”

~~~🌲~~~

There were no stars out yet, but you stared into the golden sky all the same. Your pretty dress and the picnic blanket beneath you did nothing to keep the gentle breeze from sending shivers over your skin.

The theme of this date was crueler than your uncle could have known, but it was your own fault for choosing it from the list. Another opportunity to torture yourself, and now you wallowed in it.

Stargazing.

Waves and waves of grief poured through you while that darkening sky revealed each star like a mirage. Hope had done nothing but torment you, yet you couldn’t wish it away.

You had felt true love before meeting your fate. If your sister was safe, then everything was worth it.

Bargaining with the stars above while distant eyes enjoyed the show was a balancing act. It took all your strength to keep your pitiful cries inside. No matter how many times you tried to push it down, your mind went back. Back to that strange, little island you’d almost called home.

The steadiness you held impressed even you. It almost pushed you into laughter, until guilt finally won out over grief.

Buggy had given you so much. All you’d given him were lies and betrayal. You had abandoned him just like all the rest, and now you couldn’t even die for him. You couldn’t kill the monster that hurt him.

You couldn’t stop your disgusting desire to betray him again.

Pretty, shining stars were dancing above you now, yet you kept your relaxed position, not even digging your nails into your palms. Those stars dug into you instead. They pierced through your sick heart while you tried to soothe your own guilt, and you clung to that beautiful locket while you gave yourself permission to hate yourself even more.

Pretend. That was all. Just one more night to pretend.

One more night to forget the world, even if it meant letting that traitor use you again, for no other reason than to numb your own pain.

Selfish. I never deserved you, Buggy. I wish I could kill him for you, but I… I wish—

A shooting star cleared your mind for one, shining moment.

Why is it so dark?

“Hey there, little bunny. Sorry about the wait,” said a domineering pirate that knocked over the basket of food when he walked across the picnic blanket.

The leeches were loving the chaos, and the growing chill in the air made you aware of how long you must have been lying there. That Emperor of the Sea was late, and he’d left you for the vultures to pick at, squawking with pleasure while you’d been fighting not to cry.

He was still late.

“The chief didn’t feel like stargazing, so we set up his tent for your date instead. Hope you don’t mind.”

That tall gruff man offered his hand, and you were too foggy to resist. A few strands of his long gray hair fell over his eyes while he got you to your feet, but he only shook them aside. He kept his warm hands on you, smirking when he caught your eyes widening at the impressive flex of muscles across his arms and chest.

“The name’s Benn,” he shared with too much heat in his voice. That name spiked your heart rate, even more now as he lifted your chin to meet his gaze, pulling you against him.

Leeches were louder, but there were more voices close by that you couldn’t make sense of yet.

“Don’t be scared,” Benn scolded when you tried to step away. “The crew’s only here to make sure your date doesn’t get interrupted.”

“Yeah, the Captain’s got big plans for you,” shouted a deep voice from behind you. It was too close, and more taunting hollers and whistles followed.

Somehow, humiliation broke through your guilt and grief, and you gave another useless attempt to get out of this man’s reach.

“What do you mean,” you growled, too much rage in your voice.

“That’s a question for Shanks, bunny girl. I’m just the delivery man,” Benn shrugged, his eyes still heavy on your skin. Then the overwhelming pirate threw you over his shoulder and ran, to riotous applause and laughter. The Red Hair Pirates flanked you, teasing and taunting along the way.

Benn moved so fast that you almost missed it while you struggled in his arms. He’d placed one of those muscular hands on your ass, smoothing down the thin, red fabric of the sundress while he charged on. The image of his groping touch was blown up across the screens for all the guests to revel in. They gorged on your humiliation, still cheering and jeering so loudly you could hear them through the forest he’d carried you into.

Maybe I can kill him tonight.

That vengeful thought was doused quickly by the memory of your waiting sister, so you had to swallow it down. Remember your place.

This world belonged to greedy, monstrous men like your uncle, and like this Emperor that had ordered for you to be delivered to him like a meal. The Hunter and the prey whose blood would stain his hands while he feasted on its flesh.

Might as well close your eyes and try to enjoy it. You knew what this hunter could do, and the threat of danger reminded you of how sick you were.

Breaking out of the tree line again, you recognized this rolling set of hills, even though you could only see behind your captor while you bounced over his shoulder.

So many scrapes, bruises, and grass stains had followed you and your sister home from the spot you’d named, “Upside Down Hill.” The two of you would roll down the slope again and again into the basin-like stretch of grass until it was filled with laughter and squeals. It was surrounded by hills, just more piles of dirt, but that dip in the world had always felt a bit special. Magical.

That had to be where you were headed when Benn’s steps tilted down, as though you were descending into the earth itself.

You weren’t.

You were carried like a sack of potatoes through the thick flaps of a tent, the scent of the traitor filling that warm space.

“Package for you, chief,” Benn grunted as he tossed you onto a bed in the center of the large, captain’s tent. If you weren’t too busy catching your breath and trying not to flash him while you sat up, you would have bitten the fingers he ruffled through your hair. “Ooh, look at that fire. You didn’t tell me you caught a bratty, little bunny.”

“Out,” Shanks ordered, and the power behind that single, quiet demand made you freeze like prey, yet again. Your anger meant nothing against such a beast. “Make sure no one’s within earshot. Bunny and I need some privacy tonight.”

“Aye, chief,” Benn submitted as he turned to leave, his job complete. That older, powerful pirate nodded in deference toward the hunter that held your gaze.

Shanks’ eyes weren’t soft. He stared at your heaving chest while he lounged on a pretty, red chair; your body was still frozen except for the desperate breaths that pounded through you. Every instinct told you to run.

Run away.

There was no point in running anymore. Just let the beast devour you one more time. Just stop thinking, just feel something before you married a fate worse than death.

He kept you waiting in silence long enough that you broke loose, aching to feel anything but this. You crawled across the bed toward him, ready to beg. Shanks went to his knees, and you nearly wept with need, but he avoided your greedy hands to pull a small box from under the bed.

“You kept me waiting out in the cold quite a while, Emperor,” you purred, pushing that red fabric higher up your thighs while your fingers traced along the skin. His eyes were frightening now, but you didn’t care. Nothing mattered. “I thought you were going to keep me warm.”

Shanks clenched his jaw as he looked down at the box, setting its contents onto the red chair while he slumped onto the worn rug beside it.

Confusion and terror filled you in equal measure while the traitor patted the little, horned snail.

A jamming snail.

What more was this monster planning to do to you that he’d need this much privacy? Surely, he’d save any real punishments for after he owned you. The presence of his crew in the surrounding hills made your mouth dry, but the memory of his manic eyes while he’d played with you didn’t fit with whatever was on his face now.

“Shanks,” you muttered helplessly while the snail’s eyes turned red.

The Hunter crawled to you, sitting on the floor at your feet while he took your hand in his.

“Stop.” The plea was useless when it left your lips. You didn’t know where it came from, only that those brown eyes looked soft again. Too soft.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” the leech lied too fucking well. “I’m sorry for everything. Please, believe me. I came here to bring you back to Buggy. He’s waiting for his star.”

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🔴🔴🔴~~~

“Fuck you!”

“Bunny, I…” Shanks was pathetic again, useless against this woman’s rage. Y/N had ripped her hand from his grasp to crawl off the bed until it was between them while she paced. She kept glancing at him and forcing her eyes away, as though the sight of him made her sick.

Maybe it did.

“Really,” she spat, near manic while her hands clawed into the air as she spoke. “Winning isn’t enough for ‘The Great Red Haired Shanks?’ You have to fucking torture me too?”

“It’s the truth, bunny—Y/N,” Shanks nearly whimpered as he crawled around the bed, careful not to spook her as he drew closer. He had to keep crawling while she tried to keep the bed between them, disgust in every frantic movement. “I promise, if you marry me, I’ll take you home to Buggy. Home to the Cross Guild. I’ll do anything, please, believe me!”

That wasn’t… I didn’t.

There was no way that his last, desperate words had been a command. He could never do that to an innocent. Never to someone he cared about, someone so sweet.

The Emperor of the Sea was choking now, the air in that little tent burning into an anger so vicious that he winced, almost shielding his face from the blast of it.

How can she carry all this inside her, he wondered, cowering yet again.

“Believe you,” Y/N mocked while waves of cruelty suffocated him. “Even if I believed you, I know what you are.”

She’d seen through him from the start.

“You think I’d think better of you for using me to get to Buggy,” Y/N challenged, gritting her teeth while she leaned over his slumped form. “I think I’d prefer it if you used me for berry, or to destroy a Jewel Tree for your magic fucking boat. Knowing you, you’ll try to do it all, won’t you? The Emperor wants EVERYTHING!”

Buggy’s star was shining with white, hot rage, stunning the greedy Emperor at her feet. She was so good at hiding, so very good at pretending. Yet, Shanks was awestruck at the sheer weight of hatred she could hide inside that precious body.

“Out,” Shanks ordered again, feeling his first mate’s concern before the man stepped too far into this storm of murderous wrath.

“Chief,” Benn checked in through the flap of the tent. Y/N’s eyes went wide with fear and fury at the sound of his voice before turning that malicious gaze back onto the trash at her feet.

“Get out,” Shanks commanded, the flavor of domination too familiar. Too easy.

He held his breath to brace for her fear, but Y/N just slumped onto the bed, her body loose while her head lolled to the side to meet his gaze. The tent was still thick with her emotions, but they seemed to slow. Less heat, but a feeling of sickness grew, nausea pouring through him.

The sight of exhausted tears in her eyes made him unable to tell which one of them those feelings belonged to.

“Why don’t you get out, Shanks? I know you don’t want me. I’m just in the way.”

“Shh, bunny. Don’t say that, please.” He almost touched her hand again, catching himself before another wave crashed down.

A wave of madness, of cruel laughter that ripped his worthless heart to shreds. She writhed on the bed, mocking and taunting, spitting words like acid to sear his flesh until nothing but bones and burning truths remained.

“You want me to be quiet so you can pretend I’m not there? You can fetch Buggy his star and sail away together on your magic boat. I’ll just sit in the corner so you can have everything you fucking want.”

“No, please—”

Shanks couldn’t think. It felt as though he’d lived too long without shame, and now an ocean of it was being forced down his throat.

He couldn’t breathe while that wounded star sneered at him.

“Don’t you fucking dare tell me, ‘no.’ I watched you. You took him from me, even when we were—I know I had no right to feel that way after everything but…” Y/N pulled him close, dragging him by the collar of his cloak while her voice cracked with pain. So sharp and jagged, Shanks could feel it in his own body, deeper than all the rest.

He’d caused so much pain.

“You made Buggy forget about me,” she sobbed, anger still present in the air like a weapon within reach. “You pretended I didn’t exist, but I forgave you. I told you to fucking take him, Shanks! You promised me!”

“Y/N—hey? Bunny,” Shanks panicked. The air around them had gone calm, everything soft and heavy when the woman before him went limp. He reached for her pulse, dreading that it would be as still as the air she’d been dominating a moment before.

Maybe she passed out? She couldn’t hide all that energy so quickly, couldn’t—

His fingers found that miraculous pulse on her neck, drumming slower and slower, until his own spiked at the touch of her hand on his. Y/N sat up straight as she held onto him. She stayed so calm while she begged.

“I can’t go with you, Shanks. I told you already, remember?” She made him dizzy, trying to remember something vital, but he couldn’t look away from her. “You promised that you would take Buggy and make him happy, but you lied! You promised me that you’d love him with everything in you.”

Buggy.

Shanks shook himself, but it was too late to save those words. Words he’d always meant to say to his oldest friend but never found the right time.

I don’t deserve it anyway.

He pulled back enough that she was pulled forward slightly, refusing to free his cloak from her shaking hands. Her eyes were wide and unblinking as though she was trying to keep her tears at bay, but their failures had already stained her cheeks.

“You promised. So, leave,” Y/N demanded. “I want to stay. Please, make him happy.”

“Bunny,” he gasped while he reached for his last chance, fumbling with it as though he wasn’t the ‘Great Red Haired Shanks.’ Finally pulling it free, he held the key between them and almost huffed a laugh at the adorable look of confusion on her face.

This whirlwind of a woman had overwhelmed him so thoroughly that he’d nearly forgotten the little key in his pocket. This key that he might have worn down into nothing if he held onto it another night, the tiny bit of metal like a worry stone to soothe his wretched soul.

Y/N was still staring at it, brows furrowed until he cleared his throat.

“That’s a pretty necklace you’ve got there, bunny,” Shanks breathed, a little freer now that Buggy’s locket had spilled from that red dress. He was feeling too much hope, but he was too damn selfish to fight it. “Whoever gave it to you must have good taste.”

~~~🔴🔴🔴~~~

~~~~~~

~~~⏰🔴🔴🔴⏰~~~

Somehow, no matter what corner of the world they’d passed out in, the air always tasted sweet when he woke with Buggy in his arms. Shanks had never been a morning person, yet his body seemed to crave that feeling as much as his heart did.

His body seemed to grieve the loss of it, a split second of fear before he melted into the pleasure of feeling his lover beside him.

“Mornin,’ Bugs,” he teased, trailing his breath along Buggy’s shoulder while his little morning whines got louder.

“Shanks…”

His eyes rolled back at that perfect sound. He needed to make it louder, needed to hear it again and again. Shanks held himself back, though he was nearly drunk on Buggy’s sleepy moans.

He had to savor this.

Buggy wasn’t ready to come back yet, but the future Shanks held in his mind made every goodbye all the sweeter. He didn’t want to dwell on the absence when he could look forward to every chance encounter. Especially when each time they parted brought them closer to that lovely future.

He didn’t see any other future ahead, except for the days he drank his doubts away.

Buggy would join him in the end.

“Of course you will,” Shanks almost commanded as he whispered along Buggy’s ear.

“I will—what? Ah, shit,” Buggy squirmed away when he caught eyes with his lover, though he didn’t squirm very far. “You’re still here? You’d better pitch in for this room since you—Fuck. Idiot…”

“That’s no way to greet a guest,” the red-haired pirate teased, his hand curled around Buggy’s body until he found his clown waiting and ready. Until Buggy started moaning again and the rest of the world, the rest of time, disappeared.

“You’re more of a PEST than a guest,” the clown complained before Shanks gripped his balls, tugging slightly until Buggy relaxed against him. “Asshole.”

“Is that an invitation,” Shanks chuckled. He left kisses now while he pressed his cock against the squirming, grumbling clown. “Missed me, didn’t you, Bugs?”

“Shut up and fuck me already,” Buggy ordered, though his voice was breathy while he fetched the lube with a floating hand. Now he was squirming so well, lifting his thigh to let Shanks in. The red-haired lover played and praised, fingers reaching and stretching before he claimed his clown.

Perfect.

“Knew ya missed me, baby,” Shanks growled, triumph coursing through his veins when his body found Buggy’s again. Still lying on their sides, his hand reached around to grasp that swollen length while his own, brutal cock made all those pretty whines return. “You’re so good for me, Bugs.”

“Fuck, please,” Buggy whined when Shanks stopped stroking him. He gave out the cutest, little yelp when Shanks nipped at his neck, still pounding into him when he replied.

“Please what, baby? Missing my touch already?”

Buggy turned to look at him over his shoulder, those beautiful eyes so desperate while he frowned.

Shanks snatched that blue hair, and Buggy disconnected his head from his neck to turn into that hungry kiss. He was rewarded with that greedy hand back on his leaking dick, but Shanks bit the clown’s lip to keep him from ending that delicious kiss.

The red-haired pirate drank in those precious noises now. They kept going while Buggy twitched and came in his hand. Such perfect noises while Shanks filled him up, so fucking high while he shoved himself deeper and deeper. Only the urgent need to breathe could have broken that kiss.

His clown stayed for a bit. Shanks ached to keep him now, but he took what he could get. Buggy stayed in his arms long enough to catch his breath before he was bickering again.

Shanks smiled at Buggy’s frown, even while he floated away.

It wouldn’t be the last time.

~~~⏰🔴🔴🔴⏰~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

A key.

A missing key.

The onslaught of emotions you’d just drowned in seemed like nothing compared to the sickening mix of horror and hope that little key had sparked.

“No.”

Shanks looked pained at your cowardly word, but he didn’t reply, and he didn’t move.

The key was just there, and you wished you didn’t have to know.

A laugh, twisted and terrible, left your lips when you reached for it; your shaky hand was smeared with makeup and tears, and the thought of your pathetic cries was too much.

This was too much.

“I can help—”

“DON’T TOUCH ME,” you screamed, batting that greedy hand away while yours fumbled with that warm lump of metal. That chain of guilt and brightness slipped easily from your neck, yet the loss of its weight was heavy, pulling you deeper into the quiet earth beneath you.

It’s just a picture. I’ll get to see his face one last time. That’s good.

You hadn’t looked at it in a while, and the pressure of more stupid tears burned your throat as you traced your fingers over the pretty pictures. That ship and its shining star. That six and its spade. That keyhole and it's no longer missing key.

The locket fell with its key, just a lump of metal on the bed while you held onto the true source of that warmth. You cradled an ear in your hands and somehow the raging storm of emotions within you went still.

It wasn’t the sick stillness of escape. This stillness was quiet and warm. Soft and secret.

It made you forget the world.

It was just you, and Buggy, and his ear that had gone pink like it always did when he got flustered, when you praised him, and kissed him.

For just a moment, you were free. The vision was so clear that you laughed with gratitude. The most precious daydream played out in that one glorious moment, and it made everything alright.

Everything had been worth it.

“Thank you for saving me, Buggy,” you breathed over his skin. “But I need you to stop. I need you to let me go.”

“Bunny, wait,” cried the red-haired hunter when you placed that lovely ear in his hand. “Please, tell me what you need. I’ll do anything.”

There was no mirror in the tent that you could see, so you did what you could to clean the mess of makeup and tears from your face. Shanks followed you while you searched, while you stretched your body that felt so perfectly light without that chain.

Everything was fine now.

There was just one last thing…

 “Please, love him,” you smiled up at the Emperor while you cradled his cheek. “You owe me, Shanks.”

Bells. Distant, but drifting through the hills. Soon you would leave this magical tent, this dip in the world.

Better to end it now before the pain hit again.

“Let me go, Shanks,” you sighed, still giving a true smile when he blocked your path to the exit. “I want to—”

“I’ll kill him for you,” the monster vowed, those soft eyes gone hard as steel. His voice clawed through your stillness, until fear filled your veins. It started slow like poison, drifting up from the floor until you were nearly paralyzed beneath his looming form. “Let me end it right now, bunny. All these leeches deserve it, don’t they? Cedrick deserves—”

“Don’t you dare hurt him!”

Too much fear and rage slammed through you, so you couldn’t even laugh at the dumbfounded look on his face.

The bells were closer.

“Same goes for you, Buggy,” you let out a hiss, regretting that your last words couldn’t be sweet. “Tell Crocodile and Mihawk, too. If any of you hurt my family in any way, I will never forgive you, or myself. I will hate you all with everything in me.”

“But…” Shanks tried, but his mouth hung slack, his shoulders slumped while he still stood in your way.

“No buts, Emperor,” you mocked. Your precious moment was gone now, replaced by anger and disgust in the only weapon you had. You were disgusting, but it would all be worth it. “If you hurt any member of my family, I will kill myself. You’d have to keep me in a fucking cage, but I’d still find a way. Now, let me go.”

The Hunter didn’t move, but he didn’t stop you from going around him.

The night air was cool and sweet, but the fluffy robe wrapped around you like burning chains. You closed your eyes until you were shut away, not wanting to gaze at the sky again.

You’d seen just a piece of your true love tonight, and no other shining stars could compare.

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🔴🔴🔴~~~

She was gone.

Red Haired Shanks stared into the space she’d left for what felt like decades, frozen in shame and disbelief, until glinting red caught his eyes.

“Wait, Bugs! I…”

The jamming snail’s glowing eyes drooped, slowing until the creature slumped within its horned shell. It looked nearly as sick as the failed hunter felt.

Shanks collapsed onto the bed, resisting the twisted urge to kiss Buggy’s ear, to take comfort, to take and take like he always did.

He’d failed them all. He couldn’t do anything.

And now he’d wasted his chance to apologize, not willing to risk the slim chance that he could still do any fucking thing to help.

He returned Buggy’s ear to that locket. It was a new, lovely worry stone for him to use.

I’m no hero. Just an asshole.

Sick laughter surprised that Emperor of the Sea when it spilled from his lips, the memory so bittersweet as it flooded his mind.

Y/N’s first accusation.

It hadn’t been that cursed island; it was that sweet, sick girl. She had held up this mirror, and Shanks could only thank her, pitiful and weak while he cowered beneath his own reflection.

“Too much fun,” Benn asked, that deep voice too soft while he leaned over the bed to look him over.

Every bit of his life felt like a lie.

“Nothing another bottle won’t fix, old man.”

~~~🔴🔴🔴~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

Nothing was real. Waking, breathing, moving, all felt wrong. It was supposed to be over already, yet you still existed in this unfamiliar body.

You still had to function for a few more days and Kat wasn’t there to remind you to eat.

Your mother did the bare minimum, beaming at Shanks while she tasted all the dishes on the breakfast spread to encourage you to act like a normal, pretty doll.

How could you eat when the Emperor of the Sea kept his eyes on you?

The Hunter had almost been late, and he almost smelled like wine, but his voice was soft and villainous, and his gaze was a cruel torture. Temptation and punishment for your weak, selfish wants.

Yet, nothing could have weakened you more than the knowledge that Buggy was listening.

Shanks would keep him close, and any word you spoke would reach him.

How could you eat when you were being flayed alive?

“You must have had quite the date,” Uncle Cedrick quashed what remained of your useless hope. “Seems you wore out the little bride already. Need some coffee, niece?”

There would be no escape, but Kat would be safe, and Buggy would be loved.

That’s good.

Everything else is fine.

~~~🔴🔴🔴~~~

Red Haired Shanks had woken early.

Stupid, fucking birds were chirping too fucking close, the sharp sounds piercing through his skull. None of the bottles he’d drunk had fixed a thing.

The pain of the bright, loud morning outside his tent hadn’t woken him; that warm lump of metal in his fist was enough. His clown was there, listening to his failures that piled higher and higher. He could have suffocated beneath the weight, as though this grassy basin was being filled with a mountain of dirt.

He could have laid there until the end, let the earth bury him away. The Emperor was nothing but a coward, relieved that he could drift into darkness on his own now. He didn’t need the pomp and circumstance, the admiration or the trust he’d been gifted by so many.

Visions of laughter and smiling faces poured through like poison.

Shanks did want all of that. He wanted the life he’d made, and the comfort and steadiness that only being a hero could grant.

Yet, it was never enough.

More than anything, Shanks wanted to be a hero for the people he loved.

I’ve been going about this all wrong.

Shanks pieced himself back together, struggling not to think out loud. He held that warm metal in his pocket to keep from speaking to the piece of his love that dwelled within it.

I came here to be a villain, the red-haired hunter reminded himself while he watched Y/N fading away behind a smile and an empty plate. Shanks worked the crowd during their vapid interview, still disgusted by his ability to charm, and bewildered by her ability to pretend.

Y/N seemed truly empty now. Broken.

It’s not over yet.

She had slipped from his grasp, all that energy inside her gone cold. He’d spent so long chasing her, yet that precious little bunny had never been his prey.

“Dear friends and Hunters,” his true prey beamed. Cedrick Sylvad had taken the stage again, controlling this insatiable crowd with ease. He seemed to glow when his game was played out, when his toys followed his every whim. “It’s been an honor to host you during this Hunt. Only two remain, and in two days’ time, one of these Hunters will claim her.”

Shanks followed his prey’s guiding motion to stand beside him, the green-haired prince flanking his other side.

Leeches. Vultures. Pigs.

The horde of vermin writhed and squealed with pleasure, as though Shanks couldn’t kill them in an instant for treating him like a toy, just there to amuse them.

“We will have a day of rest tomorrow, so our Hunters and their lovely doe can think on their choice,” Sylvad announced. He dared to put his hand on Shanks’ shoulder, so at ease while he enjoyed the attention. “I wonder which of you will be joining our family… Either way, this wedding will be one for the books!”

Shanks nearly ended the man on that stage when those owning fingers squeezed his shoulder, shaking for just a moment as though showing off his new toy.

He couldn’t kill him. Couldn’t.

But Shanks would hunt him all the same.

~~~🔴~~~

The next day was dark without that wounded star, her fading light still more beautiful than anything on this greedy island. No amount of wandering, or jokingly asking for his little bunny, could guide him to her.

Even her mountainous rage and despair were absent from the air, as though she’d faded away completely.

It would have been easy to find her. He could just take her. His power shook beneath his skin, tempting, calling, seducing. Like an addict, Shanks had to ward off every bargaining thought.

If he wanted to be a hero, he’d have to do this the hard way, which was harder with every passing hour that his prey kept him waiting. Everywhere he looked, his own stupid face was displayed beside that cocky prince. Decorations and invitations to a wedding that was more of a game than anything else flooded the space.

Shanks frowned at one of the banners again, zoning out on the foggy treetops and decorative arrows and leaves.

Antlers were the only hint that Y/N was involved in this wedding at all. They framed the title, ‘The Hunt Is Over,’ leaving the faces of the Hunters to float above the trees, arrows pointing down toward the tantalizing question that so many had already lost berry over.

‘Which Hunter Will Claim Her?’

~~~

~~~

It really was pretty. If Shanks didn’t want to rip out their throats, he might have praised whoever designed the annoying sign that he couldn’t stop staring at.

“Excuse me, Emperor Shanks?”

The pretty servant girl cleared her throat. Her eyes flew wide with fear when she met his stony gaze, until he remembered that he wasn’t there to slaughter them all. She blushed at his false smile, his charm enough to cover the violence humming within, at least for this pretty girl that led him deeper in deeper into the monster’s den.

“There's my favorite Emperor,” Cedrick welcomed Shanks into his gleaming office.

Every perfect item seemed in its perfect place, except for a wooden chair along the wall beside the desk. Y/N’s uncle motioned for Shanks to sit across from him in a cushioned chair that matched his own, but that wooden chair left a hint of disgust on the pirate's tongue that he had to choke down.

He tortures his food before he eats, doesn’t he?

Shanks had to focus now. He had to charm this beast. Yet, it was all he could do to soothe the beast within him when Sylvad ordered his guards and servants from the room.

He couldn’t kill him. Shanks couldn’t go against her wishes, but he knew he was right on this.

Cedrick Sylvad deserved to die.

“May I confess something rather embarrassing, Shanks,” he smirked, like a child that already ate all the sweets. It was all the pirate could do to keep pretending, so he nodded while he reached for the offered glass of whiskey to have something to cling to.

“Of course. You’re one of my most fashionable friends now, aren’t you?”

The beast laughed with pleasure while they tapped their glasses, hunger in his greedy eyes before he spilled his secrets.

“The truth is, I’m a bit of a fan,” Cedrick laughed at himself, and then at Shanks’ blank face. “I was enamored with tales of the Pirate King growing up. The thought of being so powerful that the world declared you a king… I couldn’t get enough of those stories. Quite a cliché fantasy for a second son, I know. Yet, here I am, sharing a drink with Roger’s apprentice.”

“To Roger.” Shanks raised his glass again, hoping that the old man couldn’t see him now.

“To the One Piece,” Cedrick urged, a manic glint in his eyes while they toasted again. “And to Hunters and Kings that claim what’s theirs.”

The man laughed while he opened a hidden window into a room beside the desk, so many glinting shells in that luxurious snail enclosure. The beast was having so much fun, almost giddy while he played with his toys.

The newest was a familiar, horned snail, but its red eyes stayed dormant for now, while he lined up a large projector snail to face the opposite wall.

“Shanks, I am about to share some delicate family secrets with you. Regardless of whether you accept the terms of this marriage contract or not, I hope that you will take them to your grave.”

The beast dropped his smile with this somber tone, but Shanks could still taste it. He was having fun.

“You have my word,” Shanks lied.

“I’m glad to hear it. I am going to show you something quite shocking, and quite dangerous. Please hold your questions until the recording is over, and the horned snail is active.”

He didn’t wait for a reply before dimming the lights for the show.

Shanks almost killed him then. His own Haki fought against him, and he had to conquer himself now, otherwise that greedy island would be nothing but dust.

That wounded star… It was a nightmare. Endless clips of that broken girl reaching her breaking point, sick laughter filling the space while Shanks fought not to reach for the locket.

Many of the scenes were in a hospital—an asylum, but the Emperor swallowed down more bile as other scenes followed Y/N through the world, as though everywhere she’d gone had been owned by this monster and his fucking snails.

Each clip was short, but they all showed him what Cedrick wanted him to see.

~~~

‘Don’t worry,’ the young girl cackled while she rubbed her hands over her face, smearing lipstick down her chin while her little sister cried at her side. ‘It’s just dolls! Just pretend. Just a brokendollbrokendoll—'

~

‘I’ll make you poor, and dead. Don’t forget, your daughter’s not well!’

The wounded star was older as she breathed her rage against her mother’s face. A hint of fear showed in her mother’s eyes before Y/N walked away, harsh laughter following her through the halls.

Her laughter.

~

‘Everyone here wants to help you, Y/N,’ floated an unnervingly soothing voice from off the screen while Y/N struggled with the restraints at her wrists. ‘We want you to get well.’

‘And I want you to fucking DIE! Haha HA!! That's right, you piece of shit, I’m going to fucking KILL YOU!!—‘

~

Y/N had no laughter or tears in the last clip. Just fury on her face while she lunged across a breakfast table toward her smirking uncle. Dishes shattered as she sent things flying, but she seemed to break more once the guards and servants pulled her back, soothing voices guiding that empty girl away.

~~~

“My apologies, Shanks. I know how shocking it must be to see such a sweet, young girl for the monster she truly is,” Cedrick sighed, the corner of his lips hinting at his delight. He swapped out his toys now, the visions of nightmares replaced by the jamming snail’s red eyes. “Please, allow me to explain.”

The Emperor of the Sea couldn’t speak, but the beast didn’t seem to mind. Cedrick filled their glasses again and enjoyed the sound of his own voice.

“My dear brother was quite sentimental, if you recall,” Cedrick began, almost including Shanks in the conversation. “He cared for my dear niece so much that it broke the poor girl’s mind when he passed. After all these years of treatment and support, I’m afraid that Y/N will always be sick. That last clip was just a few weeks ago, you see.”

The burn of whiskey on his tongue. His mind couldn’t focus on anything else.

“I’ve done everything I can to protect her, and the people around her,” Sylvad bragged, resting his feet on the edge of his desk. “Unfortunately, Arbo put us all in a difficult position with his will. That sick girl is his sole heir, and she’ll only become the heir when she marries. Even more dangerous than that, he declared that whoever my niece marries will own half of our family’s company once the vows are sealed.”

Shanks remembered to act surprised, but he still couldn’t speak. Cedrick nodded at his furrowed brows and continued on.

The beast knocked on the wood beside the jamming snail, drawing the Emperor’s eyes. Controlling even him.

“I’m sure you can understand why I’ve gone to such lengths to protect Y/N from her father’s blunders. The poor girl isn’t well. Putting her, let alone whatever villain that decides to take her for himself, in charge of her father’s legacy would be cruel. Shameful.”

“Of course,” Shanks managed to say something, although he wasn’t sure what.

The beast seemed pleased by the sound, his tone shifting while he tilted his head back and forth.

“I have had the great honor of guiding my family through this storm,” Sylvad dragged on. “I will do everything to protect the Sylvad family legacy, so I have allowed my sick niece as much freedom as possible, but it’s time to set things right. She’s unwell.”

He had to stop sinking. Shanks had to wake up.

Had to fix this.

“So, she needs a husband that can head the company? I didn’t think—”

“Y/N needs a husband that will sign their half of the company to me so that I can continue to run it without exposing how vulnerable and violent Arbo’s favorite daughter is.”

Finally. Finally, fucking getting somewhere.

Cedrick pulled a crisp sheet of paper from the drawer beside him, laying it out along with a wooden pen carved and etched with gold branches and leaves.

“This seems a bit rushed,” Shanks teased, trailing his fingers across the contract. “What if Y/N doesn’t choose me? What if I decide to take her and elope instead?”

“Such a pirate,” Sylvad chuckled, as though praising a favorite pet.  “As you’ve seen, my dear niece has been sick since she was a child. We have kept it hidden to protect her dignity and the family’s reputation, and although we’ve kept the full details of Arbo’s will hidden as well, it wouldn’t matter. Y/N can’t get married.”

He gave a deep laugh now, leaning his head back after Shanks’ confused expression.

Shanks was going to kill this man if he kept this going much longer.

“Due to a legal conflict of interest with the stipulations in Arbo’s will, Delaine wasn’t able to take on the role after he passed, so my sister-in-law came to me for help. As Y/N’s conservator, it has been my duty to keep her healthy, and to provide as much freedom as is safe for someone in her condition.”

The realization hit the Emperor like a punch to the gut, but he sipped his drink to keep from showing it.

He really does own her.

“So, don’t go getting greedy, friend,” Cedrick scolded, tapping the contract between them. “Even if you steal her away, I must give consent and sign the documents for her marriage to be binding. Worry not, I’m sure you’d rather be out on the seas than mired in paperwork. You’ll still gain plenty of wealth, land, resources, a butchered Adam tree… Hells, I can even call in favors for you if you need certain areas cleared on your path to the One Piece. The Sylvad family takes care of its own.”

Shanks looked it over, noting that all he said was true. All it asked of him was to transfer over his portion of the Sylvad company immediately upon marriage. If he married Y/N, her uncle would win.

He signed it. He was here to charm the beast.

“Wonderful,” Cedrick purred while he studied Shanks’ signature and added his own. “Now, regarding the question of Y/N’s choice… I’d like to offer you another deal, in case my dear niece chooses the prince. You will gain everything from this agreement, except you will be marrying a younger, healthier, less… traveled bride.”

Cedrick pulled a picture frame from the top drawer of his desk, smiling at it before he laid it between them like he had the contract.

Kat. Y/N’s little sister, beautiful, even without the matching family smile.

“I understand if you’d like to punish the brat that cost you the Jewel Tree Adam all those years ago,” Sylvad beamed over his steepled fingers when Shanks met his gaze, “but I assure you, Kathryn will make a much finer Queen.”

“Both of these deals favor me,” Shanks tried, lost in the riptide of this man’s little world. How could he charm the beast when the beast kept pulling him closer, offering more and more? “What is it that I’ll be bringing to the table? There’s no company to sign away for Kathryn, is there?”

“I’m a fan, remember?”

The pleasure in those words shifted the air in the room, and Shanks was too busy trying not to be sick to figure out why.

“Follow me, Shanks, I’ll prove it.”

He obeyed, following the man that owned too much across the large room to stand before one of the many paintings of cedar trees along the walls.

Sylvad was humming again when he pressed the side of the gilded frame. The painting swung out on a hinge to reveal a few smaller frames that held various wanted posters and newspaper clippings inside, but Cedrick drew his attention to the article in the center.

It was old, so many secrets protected behind glass and gold.

“That article doesn’t say much,” the beast sighed, letting Shanks read it, as though the pirate could read a thing right now. “But the author is a friend of mine, so I got to hear Morgans’ real take on the God Valley Incident. Rumors that even that old bird wouldn’t risk putting to paper, but if they’re true… Well, I’d be an even bigger fan.”

The Emperor could just leave. Run like a coward from the sick desire in his enemy’s eyes.    

But he had promised.

“What do you mean,” Red Haired Shanks asked. He hoped he could tear that question from the world, so he’d never have to say those fucking words again for the rest of his life.

Cedrick took in a breath, wetting his lips before gripping the Emperor’s shoulder again. He couldn’t know how close to death he was.

“Sylvad’s are good at keeping secrets, Shanks,” he promised before leaning close enough to breathe the secret along Shanks’ ear. “My nieces would be honored to carry the blood of Dragons.”

No. Run away.

Shanks couldn’t run. He’d promised to become a villain to save her. A monster.

Cedrick Sylvad dragged that greedy hand along his arm, not even flinching when the Emperor looked down his nose at him.

This trash thinks he can own everyone, doesn’t he?

“Do you agree to both offers, Shanks? Will one of my nieces be mother to a— “

“Of course, Cedrick,” the monster purred. “How could I resist?”

~~~🔴🔴🔴~~~

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Author's Note: Wowzers, this one was a lot. I've had this chapter outlined since before the Hunt began, but finally getting to write it felt intense. I think I psyched myself out, lol. I hope you enjoyed it! Also, who's ready for the wedding?? I have some wedding plans drawn up already, but I had to stop myself from focusing too far ahead until I got to this point, so I don't have a chapter estimate yet. Knowing me, this might be a lengthy wedding, lol. It'll definitely be a wild one though 🥰

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Chapter 41

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Little pieces here and there (1)

Pairing: Buggy x Fem!Reader (One Piece Live Action)

Chapters: two, three, four, five

Word Count: 2,6K (i was inspired by god itself)

Warnings: none, lot of context (i promise the next chapter will have way less filling), light flirting

A/N: I HAVE ALREADY THOUGHT ABOUT AT LEAST 5 CHAPTERS MORE, I HOPE SOMEONE LIKES THIS FIRST ONE BECAUSE I'M ON MY KNEES FOR THIS DAMN CLOWN. Let me know if you wanna be tagged in other parts! (Side note: i'm spanish, so if there's some mistakes, i'm trully sorry, i don't have beta readers).

It's not enough to suddenly find herself locked in a box with 3 idiots she met a matter of hours ago, no; To make it worse, as it could not be otherwise, it turns out that she is in a bloody circus, ''kidnapped'' by a band of pirates that she recognizes as soon as she sees the red and white tent over their heads, the distressed faces of the poor people that make up the audience, and the costumes of the band around them.

She sighs, and wonders what the hell she's doing there despite knowing perfectly well what kind of decisions have led her to that damned place. Wanna know what happened? Let's recap, shall we?

(Y/N) (S/N). That name doesn't sound familiar, right? Very few know it but the reputation that accompanies the person who responds to it is very famous throughout the 4 seas. She is not a bounty hunter, nor a marine, neither a pirate or a pirate hunter, like the green-haired hottie with whom she finds herself in such trouble, or a thief, like the ginger who she bet, will escape running without looking back at the slightest opportunity she finds.

No, she's a mercenary. She doesn't work solely for money, otherwise she would go against the most bloodthirsty and ruthless of each sea, and that doesn'tt interest her, because she would put herself on the radar of both the pirates and the marines.

No, she is contacted through different channels, none of them direct, and if the job interests her, amuses her, or even piques her curiosity, she accept it. She goes after all kinds of people, whether they are pirates or marines, gangsters at the top of the terror scale or criminals who, like her, tried to keep a low profile.

However, and as we were saying, despite trying to remain anonymous, she is good at her job, a born strategist with an incredible facility to adapt and blend in with her surroundings to sneak into the most remote places, so her existence inevitably began to be noticed along the seas, rumors about this young mercenary with an angelic face, who only responded to her own morals and of whom few escaped to tell the tale.

And this is how she met that group of weirdos who found each others through the power of the plot's convenience; her last assignment was to steal the map from the Grand Line. There are not many, these kept safe and protected in large fortresses throughout the globe, and among all those that she could have tried to steal, she made the horrible decision of going for the one that was closest to her, encountering those three idiots in the crossfire of the disaster that unfolded in Shells Town.

How did she end up giving up the assignment and at that precise moment there, with them?  Simple: Luffy piqued her curiosity. And there are few things stronger than (Y/N)'s curiosity.

"Hey, I know you. I saw your wanted poster in Shells Town, you're the clown guy. Umm, uh… Binky, right?" Luffy exclaimed, as confident of himself as usual.

Buggy, she mentally corrected, arms crossed over her chest, rolling her eyes at the same time the clown corrected loudly and dramatically listed his many nicknames. Which she was sure, only he called himself.

''Wow, you have a lot of names. I bet everyone in the East Blue knows who you are.” The audience gasp. There's confusion in the boy's face, and an almost psychopatic tic in the clown's one. ''What did you just say?'' Buggy asks lowly. ''Just that everyone knows who you are.'' Luffy repeats.

''Nose!? Are you making fun of my nose!?’’

Then came the slap, like the one someone usually gives when a friend is trying to steal their food or touch something they definitely shouldn't. Buggy is killing the straw hat boy with his eyes but the gesture is so… innocent.  She expected threats with knives, to be honest.

And because of the unexpected, she almost let a laugh escape in the form of a cough but she controlled herself fast enough to not grab unnecessary attention to her.

''What's real is...'' Buggy resumes the conversation, getting some distance with Luffy to walk around the rest too.  ’’I’ve been scheming for months to steal that map from old Axe-Hand moron…’’ (Y/N) sees how he approaches her, but she didn't expect him to close the distance between each other so much, his nose almost touching her own, sharp blue eyes fixed on her from a slightly lower perspective. The truth is... that she also doesn't know how to tell if that nose is real or not, but now she really wants to touch it to find out. Dear God, what a realistic texture. It’s incredible.

Pressing her lips together in a contained expression as she shakes her head, she raises an eyebrow, letting him know that the joke wasn't as funny as he hoped, and he clucks, accepting defeat in such good humor that no one would say, that is a kidnapping and someone would end up dead by the end of the day.

She heard of him. His reward was not one of the highest but neither one of those that go unnoticed in the East Blue. He was also an eccentric, of course people talked about the blue-haired, red-nosed clown who terrified his victims in a macabre way. Those who survived ended up traumatized.

He is, or at least looks, younger than she imagined, and he fit right in with the urban legends of evil clowns kidnapping children and then dismembering them. She wonders, silently, thoughtful eyes scanning his face and body language from a distance, if this is some softie on the inside with high aspirations in life who was unfortunate enough to bump into someone who traumatized him and hence all this show and facade of the cruel and heartless clown -to protect himself as the good cliché he seems- or if, on the contrary, he is, simply and plainly, a yandere who craves attention no matter how he has to obtain it.

If she remembers correctly, there was also a rumor that he ate a devil fruit. Just like Luffy, which it doesn't take long for the clown to discover after Zoro tries to save the situation by showing off his reputation -obviously it doesn't work- and Nami does exactly what (Y/N) predicted. Not her fault, either, she doesn't owe any of them anything at all.

''Okay. Here ends the theatrics.’’ The lights go out and it’s then that everyone can small the disaster in the air. A chill runs down the back of (Y/N), who tends to infiltrate without being seen and avoids, whenever possible, a direct encounter; hand-to-hand combat is not exactly his specialty. And given the circumstances is impossible for her to know if the daggers she usually hides in the side of his combat boots -for emergencies like this one- are still there. ''I know one of you has my map, and I'm gonna get it back. What was it you said, Rubber Boy? That it was in a safe place?”

How long were they unconscious before? Enough to hijack the ship, get to land, and move 4 dead weight bodies to that circus, locking them in a box. By that point she would bet some member of the gang would have thoroughly searched the ship, and them too. Disgusting.

Buggy takes a last, attentive look at both Zoro and Nami, ruling out that one of the two has the map because when the girl tried to flee, Luffy was not shocked thinking that perhaps she would steal it from him. Which leaves the two of them, Luffy and her, alone with him.

''So, please'' the clown gestures to his subordinates with his head. ''make these two guests uncomfortable in the green room. I’m gonna have a chat with my stretchy new pal and…’’ His eyes jump to her, tilting his head to the side with genuine curiosity. ''this beauty that was incapable of taking her eyes off me.''

Fuck. Was it that obvious?

''Doll, you are the only one who hasn't opened your mouth yet and I don't think it's because you’re a shy little flower.'' He begins, circling around her like an animal hunting its prey, analyzing it, hoping to see a chink of weakness to attack. ''Are you bored?'' He asks almost in a whisper near her ear. ''Is that it? Are you so, so bored that you don't think it's worth enough interacting with the rest of us?'' Breaking away from her when he realizes she doesn't falter, he smiles a huge, threatening smile, looking her up and down in such a way that it almost makes her feel dirty. "Or maybe you're the one who has my map, and you're quiet to try not to attract /my/ attention."

She? The map? Wearing such tight pants and top? Yeah, maybe up her ass, but she's not the one who is going to tell him otherwise because if he, or one of his subordinates, comes to search her, she could take advantage of the opportunity to steal some sort of weapon from them.

In particular from Buggy; (Y/N) saw the knives he keeps in his coat and… she wouldn't mind taking a closer look at that interesting nose.

"Busted." She finally admits with a lopsided smile, raising both eyebrows when she sees the surprise on the clown's face. He didn't expect such a cocky response, did he? "I'm not the type of person who likes to attract attention, the spotlight is for others who are more... flashy." She pronounces it honeyedly, repeating the same nickname he used before, pointing at him with a gesture of her chin. "However, I'm not going to tell you where the map is. If you want to find it, come and search for it yourself."

Shrugging her shoulders, she stretches out both arms in a gesture that invites him to come closer. Bold, he thinks, more than pleased with this unexpected turn of events, taking some steps in her direction. She adds once more: "although I would be surprised if you hadn't already done it during the time we have been unconscious"

"Me?" He points at himself, stopping right in front of her. "Take advantage of a defenseless young lady?" He almost sounded offended if it wasn't for the shit eating grin and the eager way he was scanning her body now. "What kind of degenerate do you take me for?"

She scoffs, and Buggy, unsure, seems to consider -for some long seconds- whether or not to do the job himself, (Y/N) being too calm for how helpless she seems. But surely, he knows, she doesn't have any weapons on her; his subordinates were in charge, as she said, of searching all of them as soon as they were brought to the circus.

In the end he gives up, because he would be damned if he dared to refuse to thoroughly touch this mysterious woman who may, just may, have his map hidden somewhere. He strongly doubts it, tho.

Soon enough, he moves again, standing then behind her, and without asking permission, he doesn’t need it either, his hands start roaming her shoulders and sides slowly, making sure to feel anything weird between her clothes and the skin underneath. Like the fucking map, folded until it is nothing more than a small piece of paper easy to hide. 

Because that is the whole point of that scene, right?

"Go on, be my guest." she says sarcastically, trying to stay calm and breathe slowly, because (Y/N) likes to pretend to be made of stone, but not /that much/. The pressure of those gloves against her already tight clothes and the hungry way she knows those -green? blue? difficult to say with those circus lights- eyes are watching her every move make her heart beat a bit faster in something she’d call /the average amount of nervousness when a known, wanted pirate search for something we wants while threatening to kill you if he doesn’t find it/.

Buggy, on the other hand, is so engrossed in his task that his usual cocky smile has disappeared a few seconds ago; he is waiting to feel a change in the girl's body language to be able to guess if she has it or if, on the contrary, this search will be saved in his memory as no more than a small pleasurable pause after all the stress that the goddamn map is putting him through. Because he can't deny it, she's actually a beauty, and in other circumstances he wouldn't mind getting to know her in a funnier way. At all.

Inhaling deeply, wetting his red lips with his tongue, he lets the air out slowly, tilting his head to the side to see her better. He should hurry up and stop making that scene as intimate as it's becoming, audience and all, but he's a thorough man. Or that’s the excuse -explanation- he will give to whoever dares to ask.

"Where the hell did you hide my map?" He asks melodiously as he finishes searching her torso, his right hand starting to go a little lower, getting dangerously close to her hipbone when (Y/N)'s right hand flies up and catches his wrist between her fingers, stopping him dead in his tracks. She couldn't help it, she acted on autopilot, she is not ready to be the main character of a porn movie with audience included letting him roaming all around as he pleases. "Not between my legs, so keep lowering your hands and I'll cut them off." she threatens, turning her face to look at him standing behind her.

Right back, as if those words were magical or something, the huge, shit eating smile of his returns to the lips of the unstable clown, and without letting go, he makes her spin, facing her with both hands on her waist, strongly keeping her in place, sharp eyes fixed on her, and without realizing it, she stops breathing for a second. "You promise?" He whispers, pleads almost, in an amused, delighted tone of voice after such a threat. She was way interesting than he expected, not as shy or scared as an unarmed girl like her should be. He likes that. A lot.

However, he has -sadly- things to do and he did in fact, already lost time with her. His eyes betraying him the moment they land on the girl's lips, Buggy winks at her with a cocky expression and pulls away suddenly, raising both arms "Another disappointment, how many more can our audience endure? You’re the only one left, Rubber Boy, don't let me down." He points him, moving closer, while (Y/N) just stays there where he left her, wondering what the fuck just happened and why does her heart run so fast now.

Adrenaline, probably.

"Take her with the others" he ends up saying to a couple of members of his gang, to which she responds by moving on her own in the direction of where they have taken Zoro and Nami before, preventing them from guiding her by force and discovering the knife she stole from Buggy when he got so damn close to her, and which she secretly hid between the waistband of her pants and her shirt.

Risky, she could cut herself with the smallest movement at the least expected moment, but it was way worse to see herself unarmed.

Buggy, infatuated, takes one last look at her and, raising one hand, waves his fingers in the air with a huge smile on his face as he says goodbye to her.

"See you later, love."

[naybii]

𝓞r 𝓷ah ?

CW: mentions of toxic relationship, forgiveness,mentions of past sex experiences (drunk sex), breast/nipple play, Pet names (gorgeous,good girl,my lady, etc.), cunnilingus, face sitting, unprotected sex (wrap your Willie’s, don’t be silly), consent - (non consensual sex is not valid at all.), reader getting called a slut 1x, squirting, creampies (if there’s more. Tell me.)

A/n: I’m Still in writers block, so if I end up liking it I’ll post it. If not. Then I’m not gonna post this story until I can write an actual good story. Idk thought. I gave up on Freak-tober so Idek if I’ll catch up. This writing style is new and I don’t release that much story’s since I need to improve on my writing.. but if you have advice. Ty :33 I just realized that when you try to enter for a new paragraph with an already written one. It deletes it. It’s so fucking annoying. This is NOT. Proof read and this is an old smut fic, I am so sorry. This might be a little shitty..💔

- the following story does Hold Explicit Content, if you’re a minor please proceed w/ caution -

Synopsis: in the night in Seoul, South Korea. You were at this club. Not very crowded which works with you, you were drinking some alcohol, washing your throat down with it. You were having a good time, listening to the Music that the DJ had been playing. It was gonna be a good night. Though, while you were drinking there was a shadow right above you. Like any other person, you looked up and your night was immediately ruined. Why is he here? And what will happen?

“I finally Found you.” The Black-haired male said. A subtle smirk emerged on his face, you wanted to slap that Look off of him. He’s messed you up enough, why even bother with him? He was such an asshole. he would prioritize himself before you. Which annoyed you. And got in arguments with you, a lot of times. So you had the right to not like him, right?

“San, please get out of my face. I Don't Want to Talk to you.” you tried to be polite to him, not wanting to spark a stupid argument in public. Especially because he will make sure everyone knows that he's the ‘victim’ it had always been like that during your relationship. Oh, you got hit by San, his excuse? ‘She was putting me in danger!’ it was the same thing over and over again. “Oh please y/n, I was the victim in this relationship. You made me feel unloved. I believe I had a right to treat you badly. And besides. Maybe it wouldn't have been like this if you had tried harder to make me happy.” he said boldly. Is he hearing himself?

The audacity for him to say such a stupid comment. “Excuse you? So you’re telling me. If I tried Harder to make you happy, I had to throw my whole life away and act like nothing mattered but you?” You Were Offended, the audacity from him the waltz in and throw your Rocky relationship’s blame on you? “Oh please, y/n. I was the best thing that happened to you. Besides I did do you pretty good in bed.” He added to his already Cocky comment. He cleared his throat and chuckled at you. “Who am I kidding? I make every woman who Im with good.” yeah that's it, your gonna punch that motherfucker in the stomach.

“Quit talking about that San, I don't care about what your stats are with people in your bed. That doesn't mean shit. And no? You weren't the best thing that's happened to me. You're being so cocky and it's so repetitive and annoying, the best thing that has happened to me was leaving you.” you retorted. Who does he think he is? “Come on y/n, don't act like you're some saint too.” he pursed his lips. “That's not what you were saying 1 month ago. Either.” that was right. You had hooked up with him while you two were drunk. It was consensual and protected, but it was still a regret of yours. How could you be so desperate?

“That was a month ago, dipshit. By the way. I didn't say anything.” you said confidently. You remembered about the sex. But not About the words or actions. “Let me recap it for you gorgeous, I had asked You ‘Who’s is it?’ and you immediately said, ‘this pussy is yours.’ so it Still is mine, gorgeous.” your jaw Slacked. Wait, what? You don't remember any of that. Of course, you had forgotten. “It was in the heat of the moment, San. I didn't mean it.” you excused yourself. Though you knew damn well you meant everything you had said.

“So, you think I can still have what’s mine?” he asked out of nowhere. It was a Turn-on. Not because it was San. Actually it was because it’s San, but because his straightforwardness was Attractive and enticing to you. “Oh fuck you, San.” you rolled your eyes. “Oh yeah, fuck me.”San said back, snickering. Staring at your ass While you were grabbing your purse, Taking his hand that he had held out in front of you. That hand had quickly snaked to your waist.

That whole way to his apartment, you and San had talked it out. It wasn’t that easy to do since there was some wrongs that both sides of the parties had done. But you guys had ended up talking about it like adults. “I want to apologize, I don’t want to come with any excuses and I just want to start fresh alright? I don’t. Exactly expect you to forgive me instantly since I had messed you up.” You Just listened to him Speak and ramble about, you smiled and Hugged him while you to were walking. “It’s Alright, at least you had acknowledged your wrongs. And I do too.” You glanced over at him. You guys were coming up to this Tall and bougie looking building. You had Assumed it was his apartment complex. Since i mean, he was wealthy and responsible with money.

You guys finally made it to Sans's luxury apartment complex which was around 5 minutes from the club. He rang up the elevator, pressing the button which calls the elevator, he heard the little ping! And the elevator doors swiftly opened, He had made sure you had gotten in first and stepped into the elevator after you. It took a good 20 seconds to get to his floor, the door Sliding open. He grabbed your hand and led you to his Apartments front door. Grabbing the keys, fiddling with it until he got to the right key to open his Door. He placed the key into the keyhole, turning the keys and the door clicked open. Walking you into his humble apartment.

“Welcome home, my lady.” He introduced you to his apartment. It was so much different than the one when you two were together. “Woah.” You said. It was a lot bigger from the outside, but you weren’t complaining. It was clean and Modern apartment. A living room, a 8x8 bathroom. And the bedroom was Clean and comfy looking. “I’m surprised you actually clean it.” You made fun of him. “Well excuse you, y/n. And yes. I do clean it regularly! So don’t doubt in me.” He frowned. And then smiled.

“You need anything to drink, gorgeous?” He asked you, that hot ass smirk on his face. It was Always doing something to you. “No thank you, actually. Yes, just water.” You corrected yourself. “Alright, one water coming up for my lady.” He said so barista-like. “One cup of water for y/n!” He was Sometimes so wholesome. That’s what You genuinely liked about him. “Thank you for my Little order.” You took the water from his hand. “I’m still getting my payment, right?” He Smiled slyly. “Yes, yes you are.” You Sipped on the water, leaving a lipstick mark on the cup. You placed the empty glass onto the marble counter. “Now, can I get that payment?” He asked you in a whisper like tone.

“Yes,San. Yes.” You rolled your eyes in play-annoyance. Come here already then. “Gladly, my lady.” He walked over to you, then swiftly got you off the stool. He placed you onto the Countertop. And stepped back. Taking a look at you, practically undressing you with his eyes. He walked over to you and undid the dress, moving the zipper down your dress, trying to get you out of your pretty dress. “Let’s get you out of these, my love.” He murmured against your neck. Sending a shiver down your Spine. He looked over at you and smiled. “Raise your hips. And there we go.” You complied with him, raising your hips. He slid the dress off your thighs. Letting it fall onto the ground.

“My god.” He murmured, looking at your Beautiful lingerie, was he Infatuated with you. “Red and black Lingerie,huh?” He asked you. Then taking a good look at you. Fuck, the urge, he has the urge to take a photo of you in that Lingerie, fuck you looked sexy.. his Boner quickly Awoke, Before clearing his throat, not wanting to think with His dick, but.. come on. “Is it alright if I take a photo of you In this… god..sexy Outfit?” he asked You Politely, before You gave him the okay. With him Getting permission, he Takes His phone out, before snapping a picture of your beautiful body. “ ‘mazing sweetheart.” He had that Sly Smirk. Fuck it was hot!

“Let’s take this off now.” He muttered as he got to you, his breath hitting your face as he unclasped Your bra. Then sliding it off and letting that fall to the floor too, your Breasts came out of its confines, slightly jiggling from the Tightness of the bra, that was now off, he Looked into your eyes, waiting for you to say something. “I’m okay with you touching me, San.” He nodded, humming in content and then bringing his hand to your breast, And massaging it, kneading it in his right hand and the other with his left, you Were liking the free no-charge. Massage and You sigh. “That feels good.” You hummed, relaxing yourself. “Let’s see if we can get you to Make some noises, yeah?” He Smiled and Took one tit into his mouth, savoring it then sucking onto it glancing up to you, making sure you were okay. “Oh fuck San.” His face just made this all Hotter, yeah, you were absolutely Turned on.

“You like that ,dear?” He Asked you in a slow and seductive manner. Then swirling his Tounge around your Nipple. The other one hardening in an instant. He pulled away and Started to Roll the Sensitive bud between his index and thumb. You arch your back, raising your hips off the Counter. Letting out a series of Soft moans, and he hadn’t Even Penetrated you yet. You might Just cum, untouched. without Even being Fucked. You pursed your lip. “G-God San. Slow down.” You breathe out. He chuckled softly. Continuing to stimulate your Sensitive Bud. “I’m enjoying this, a lot. And your body is telling me so too.” He pointed out your Damp spot on the front of your underwear. “Fuck,that was on accident.” He could obviously see through your blatant lie. “Riiight. “Accident” hm?” He said in air quotes since he knew you so well, that was not on accident.

“Okay. Well maybe it wasn’t on accident, but you turned me on. So is that really my fault san?” You Replied back. “No, it’s not,pretty girl. Just wondering why you said it was an accident.” He glanced over at you. “Be a Good girl and take your underwear off for me.” He demanded and smiled at you. Seeing you from his peripheral, lifting your hips and Shimmying your Hips and legs. Your Underwear falling onto the floor with all of your other clothes. “That’s some pretty legs. Open those legs for me, pretty girl,” you Nodded and immediately opened your legs. Letting San have a look at your pretty Dripping cunt. “You’re soaked, did I turn you on that much?” He Asked you with a Grin on his face. I’m gonna carry you to the Bedroom, is that alright?” He glanced from your pussy to your face. “Yeah, go ahead.” He grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder, your ass up in the air. And god, was he strong. “You’re strong, sannie.” You told him. Making him chuckle. “I know what I am, m’lady.” He was so damn cocky. But that’s another attractive thing about him. He opens his door with one hand, then door letting a soft click. He walked into the room, throwing you onto his bed. You let out a Yelp and He closes the door. “I need you to sit on my face so damn bad y/n.” He pleaded. His bulge visible in his pants.

“Then come over here and lay down.” He could hear the smile in your voice. He walked over to the bed and laid down. “I haven’t had dinner so consider you, my dinner.” He smiled, looking at you. “You need help with getting on my face?” He asked you, grinning. “No.” You said sharply, you Shifted on the bed. Getting above his face, straddling his Head, giving him a Good and clear view. You Lower yourself down. And He grabbed your hips, reflexively. Sitting you above his face. His Tounge darting out to taste your Sweet juices. Having your Hands Supporting You, on the headboard. You let out a soft sigh. “Fuck, San.” You Mewl. He Continued to move his tongue through your Folds, the Sounds of explicit Slurping and Squelching Echoed around his rooms align with your moans. “Oh shit, San!” You threw your head back. Grabbing onto his jet black hair. “You’re eating me out So good.” You praised. Riding his face, his Nose stimulating your Clit. You Bit your lip. Riding his Face. And Stuffing it right in his face.

“God, oh my god San.” You Cursed. You already Feel yourself close to cumming. His Tounge was working it’s damn Magic. Flicking against your folds, then Slipping it into your Sweet Pussy, slurping all of the juices. Man were you sweet as hell. “San I’m gonna Cum..” You warned him. He had you ride his face. “Fuck, right there. Oh my goshh.. please..” The combination of pleasure from His nose and tounge was Scrumptious.. and You Started To whimper against your lips. The bed squeaking. “Holy shit I’m cumming!” You Squeal, then Letting go. Grunting and Stiffening. You cried out in pleasure. Shaking uncontrollably as he’s still Eating you out. “Fuck! San please stop!” You go off him. Seeing his face clearly Some cum on his nose and mouth. Dripping down his chin. He sat up and Murmured. Turning you around “Let’s have you taste yourself.” He kissed you. Having you Taste yourself on his Tongue. “Good girl.” He cooed. He got up trying to clearly get his pants off. he Unbuttoned his pants. Fiddling with the zipper. Before laying you down.

“I’m collecting what’s mine.” He Said. Then slipping his Pants Off. you could clearly see the out-line of his cock, through his boxer-briefs. He Slides that off too. His cock coming out stiff, his red, swollen cock head dripping pre-cum. He walked over to you, then positioned you so your legs were Spread open. And facing him. He smirked slyly. And grabbed your hips. Mushroom-tip prodding against your welcoming entrance. “Oh fuck San.” You threw your head back. Before kissing him. “Aww what’s wrong? Is this the first time in forever since you’ve had Dick in you you little Fucking slut?” He murmured Those words into your ear before You Let out a shaken moan.

“Yes, San.. it’s been forever..” you nodded, before He Kissed your Lips. Shutting you up. Before he teasingly Entered the head of his cock in your tight pussy. before You whine for him to put the whole thing in. Before he nodded and slowly pushed Into your Eager and tight Pussy. Before you both let out a Loud moan. “Fuck, y/n your Tight Pussy is so fuckin’ warm and snug.. it’s like it’s made just for my dick.” He thrusted in you, your legs impulsively wrapping his waist, Before he Chuckled. “Don’t want me to move out, hm?” He whispered with a hushed voice. “Fuck, San. faster..” you mewled before He began to slap his hips into you. “Oh shit !” You Moaned out. Tears in your eyes. “San please.. oh fuck !! I’m gonna Squirt around your Fucking cock..” you warned before He Grabbed your shoulders and Slammed into you repeatedly, hitting the Sweet spot in your nice gummy walls, making you see stars before You felt the String in your tummy go snap. Before Your eyes Immediately roll back. a rush of Liquid Gushing out of your pussy and around Sans Cock. You cried Out in Utter pleasure, San then Looked at you while it just kept Coming out. Still pounding you. And He Looked So enamored and Happy. Before He let out a Grunt and murmured. “I’m cumming..” Before he Relentlessly Slammed his hips into yours like his life depends upon it leaving your sensitive Pussy put the Work in, he let out a loud moan. His hips stuttering and Finally Cumming in you, leaving a Mess. He Plopped down onto you. not bothering to pull out while having you in his Arms. panting and Shaking. he kissed your head tenderly. “You did amazing, babe. take Some Rest, my baby.” He said in a hushed voice Before letting you rest, just like the Previous nights you guys had Hooked up. Though. This one would definitely bring you two back.

„ 𝓣he 𝓔nd !! ”

— This was made in oct 2024.. it’s March 2025.. 😭😭 I’ll be brave and post this.. 💔🥀