#ace man meets wanting to see someone fucked

[gayzyforyou]

𝙰 𝚃𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚈𝚘𝚞, 𝙺𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢

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18+, MDNI

Content Tags/⚠️: porn with plot, smut, slight angst, voyerism, reader has a vag(gie), masochist reader, pet names, degration, secret sex, bdsm (sorta), sadism (thank alastor), soft sex (husk), rough sex (also husk), claws, biting, furry stuff?, fingering, tongue play, oral sex, squirting, kissing n smooching, knotting

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Summary: Husk has hidden interests in you, which Alastor overheard once upon a time. You're new at the hotel and have been teasing the deer demon lately, who now has a score to settle with you. He can't beat you at a sexual game, though, so he has his favorite fuzzy soul help him in his endeavors. Consensually, of course. Just with Alastor's manipulative, slightly sadistic way of things. Aka he watches to piss off Husk for fun, and also makes a mess of you, also for fun. Because he's Alastor.

"Husker!" Alastor jovially begins, appearing beside Husk behind the bar counter quicker than he can process. Making him struggle not to drop a glass for a moment, sighing loudly at Alastor swinging an arm around him.

"Some space and a greeting would do you good, you know," Husk huffs under his breath, going back to cleaning the glass.

A growl leaves him watching Alastor poke at the glass, picking it out of his claws with ease and sauntering around him casually. Which Husk knew by now meant he was contemplating. Wanting, needing. Something.

"What the fuck do you want, Alastor? Or are you going to let me do my job? This shitty job you gave me,"

"Oh, speaking of jobs, my good friend! I have a little job I need you to do, actually. So nice of you to suggest," Alastor beamed with a wider grin, watching Husk pinch his nose and groan angrily.

All while Alastor tapped the glass in his hand, moving away casually when Husk tried to take it. Quietly testing the waters. Knowing, at the same time, Alastor could drown him in those waters any minute.

"Fucking Christ, I knew you needed something. What?" Husk growled. Tricking the slowly growing fear inside him. Hissing to himself at Alastor moving the glass just away from his grasp in one, little swift movement. Forcing him to pay full attention.

"Well, friends know each other well, do they not? Oh, and they do help out one another too, don't they?" Alastor teased.

Husk peered him down incredulously, brows narrowed. Eye twitching. But internally, trying to decipher just what exactly the man wanted. Knowing the man could run circles around him verbally any day, every day if he so pleased.

"Yeah, sure. What do you want your 'friend' to help you with?"

Alastor chuckled at the quiet desperation in Husk's words. Overlooking the sarcasm, instead seeing his attempt at a strong front more weak than anything. Amusing. Snickering, gliding right back over next to Husk behind the counter.

He leaned just slightly against the edge of table top, looking down over Husk. Grinning sharper than usual. Letting him yank the glass away from his hand.

"Always so eager, Husker, hm. And to serve me nonetheless. I think this good, loyal kitty deserves a treat, yes?"

. . .

Husk choked on air. Trying not to drop the glass, again. He looked up at Alastor with an indistinguishable expression, too many emotions wreaking havoc on his mind at once.

"E-Excuse me?"

"A treat for you, kitty." Alastor very plainly corrected, eyes closed following his wide, pleased smile.

Like what he said sounded remotely normal and not completely suspicious.

"What the fuck is that supposed to---" Husk sputtered, Alastor tapping on the glass with a snicker, his voice cutting him off.

"After you're done with your job here, come upstairs. Your treat is waiting,"

That was the last thing Husk was told before Alastor walked off. Up the stairs and away from his view before he could protest, demand, ask, anything before he was silenced.

Husk didn't know if he wanted to finish his job slower or faster.

He held the glass tightly, scrubbing it harder than usual.

"Hmm..." Alastor begins in a low, slowly drawn out hum.

Feeling you shift in his lap, restless. His hum turning into a little tune he sings to himself as he moves.

Alastor whirred along as he pulled his cane back, tugging at your tail he tied to it. Drinking in the strained whine that leaves your lips at the slight pain of the gesture.

"Be fuckin'...gentle..." Husk grumbles, more in a protective growl than anything. Alastor snickering at the sight.

Husk was still processing how he got himself in this mess. But the taste of your arousal on his tongue, sweeter and more intoxicating that any alcohol he'd ever sampled, made it worth the whole pot.

♤♡♢♧

Though, Husk can't help but keep replaying the situation on loop---him following Alastor to a private room, honestly scared the man would come onto him or something. Knowing he hated him, infuriatingly amusing to the man. So he was preparing to shoot that plane down as harshly as he could without having his soul torn apart.

But seeing...you, waiting there patiently and lighting up when you saw him, he suddenly wanted to stick by Alastor strictly, no separation on his mind. Now knowing that would mean letting The Radio Demon get alone time with you, which painted nothing but bad pictures in his head.

He didn't know why you were there at first until Alastor spoke. Assuring him his 'treat' was right in front of him.

I mean, Husk knew you liked to play around with the guests, flirting and suggesting frisky times as a way to ease tension. He was as fine with your openness in relationships as he was with Angel. But it was something else seeing you so willing to do something that intimate with him at a moment's notice. With Alastor watching, nonetheless.

"Are you really okay with...him, watching us? Possibly...touching you?" Husk asked, wanting to assure that you knew what was ahead.

"Yeah, Husk, but only if you are. I just think it's kinda hot...but I also know what I need to, I promise," You playfully giggled, but also assured, moving over to whisper in Husk's ear. "He won't get what he wants. I just wanna see him get a little tiny bit pissed."

Alastor smiled harshly at the sight of their secret words, moving you back by your arms to stand before him. Husk shooting him daggers.

"Husker, a treat is of course still just a treat. You don't have to eat it if you simply don't want to," Alastor explained in a faux sigh. "Just don't claw me up if I find someone else to eat it, okay?"

The very obvious teasing sarcasm in Alastor's voice made a Husk's brow twitch, his body moving over to your side immediately. Almost as if to fend Alastor away, like a predator stalking prey.

"Are you okay with it, Husk? If it's too uncomfortable, we can stop." You explained, trying to assure him. Making sure his decision was one he actually wanted.

One look in your eyes told Husk enough. There was excitement, teasing intent toward Alastor that...he almost admired. At the same time, deep care for him. A care he didn't feel enough, but was learning to accept in this hotel.

Despite being in the presence of someone so terrifying---you smiled at him like it was nothing. Everything he wanted it to be, nothing at all. Not the problem that it was. He wished he could view it that way. Seeing you even just playing with the idea somehow brought his spirits right back up.

And damn it, before things even started you made a fool out of Alastor in your head. Tricking your own fears. He didn't know if it was overconfidence or pure stupidity, but he found something endearing in it. Something he sometimes didn't have the grit to do as boldly. And above everything, he trusted you. He wouldn't trust his darker fears of Alastor over you, he had enough shadows in his life.

"If {y/n} is here, and they want to, it's alright by me. You don't get much input in that matter, Alastor," Husk chuckled with a affectionate grin, moving over to hold you by your hips. Something in you making him drunk on a sort of confidence that tricked his strongest fears. One that would definitely get him in trouble one day. "It's bad business leaving such a wonderful soul waiting. You should consider that Alastor, tell me clearer next time,"

Alastor laughed away the frustration brewing inside him at Husk's words. He didn't know what you whispered. Only that it was merely another thing he'd make sure to find out sooner or later, snuff out as he sees fit.

With the snap of his fingers, you and him were on the bed. Alastor cradling your head in his lap. Looking up at Husk with a tilt of his head. Who was still standing, whipping his head around to look at you both. Watching Alastor slowly moving his hand down to pull up your skirt.

"Your treat is waiting~" Alastor sang devilishly.

Husk quickly pounced onto the bed, caging you with his body and hissing deep in his throat at Alastor's hand, which he pushed away.

"This is the job you wanted me to do for you, right? Cruel of you to call someone so sweet a chore. You want me to do your dirty work? Gladly," Husk growled.

"I've got you, {y/n}. You'll get your fun and games. And you know I'm good at games, don't you?" Husk purred, leaning in and running his lips softly against your cheek, taking in your dizzying scent.

"If you don't like something, tell me or tap me. Otherwise..." Husk gravelly murmured, his lips on yours without a moment to spare.

His claws traced over where Alastor had touched your skirt. Tossing it up to expose your tights, drawing the sharp edges of his fingers over your thighs squeezed by the thin material. Flicking a digit slowly over the plump imprint of your pussy against the fabrics hiding it from his gaze.

It was easy forgetting about Alastor with such a sight before his sore eyes, and it made him feel even better knowing the demon was probably watching it happen. His presence being put on hold.

Alastor scoffed lowly at the display, moving to pull Husk off your lips. All with a simple finger beneath his chin.

"Don't play with your food now, Husker. Eat it properly,"

♤♡♢♧

Soon enough, Husk refocused on the task at hand. At his tongue, more like. The prickly muscle licking up every drop that drooled from your aching core. His eyes trailing over your now naked form.

"H-Husk...please," You hiccuped, voice shaking and weak. Alastor tugged on his cane again. The base of your tail shooting a sharp, sweet pain that mixed with every sensation Husk guided you through. Making your eyes foggy, breathing coming out in whimpers that only made Alastor's grin grow.

Alastor thrummed a laugh seeing Husk move to tug at his pants. Which was now at least the seventh time he'd tried.

"You'll have to be patient, Husker. That thing can wait to put itself to use, yes? Do your job...thoroughly,"

Husk tried to ignore the sneer in Alastor's voice, snarling to himself lowly while moving his tongue back to your clit. Holding your thighs apart tightly, knowing you wanted his cock more than anything. Despite having came several times already.

He loved every last taste of you on his tongue. But feeling you squirm, hearing you beg for him to fill you, made his heart ache.

"Look at me, {y/n}," Husk rasped, licking a long slow stripe against your sensitive bud of nerves. Feeling your legs twitch and shake shamelessly. Melting at the sound of you sweetly gasping, a tug at his head following suit.

You look down at him, teary eyed. Despite Alastor tilting your head back to avert your gaze.

Abruptly, you mewl out loud feeling Husk slip two of his digits inside, grinding the sharp edges against every sweet spot he can find.

"Husk...haah, you're..." You whimper, hips arching into his thrusts. The sound of his heavy breaths making you wetter. Alastor tilts your head further back and up again, tracing a finger along your throat.

"Talented, isn't he? He can do a lot more than take down scum and pour drinks. Hmm...which makes the two of you, seems you can take more than you look to..." Alastor smirked with a pleased coo, snickering at Husk's disapproval.

"So obedient you are, Husk can learn a thing or two on that matter," He trailed off with an even bigger smile than usual, watching you, who he knew as innocent instead donning such a sinfully shameless display.

"Shut it, Alastor..."

"See?" He sneered.

Husk moved swiftly to get his lips close enough to yours, hiding your face from Alastor and kissing away any thoughts of him. Slipping his tongue soaked with your arousal right in your mouth.

He angled his fingers more, chuckling against your lips feeling you cum again. Unable to deny how strained his cock was, already fully up and leaking against his pants. Aching painfully to be inside you.

Everything was making him lose it. Your hands gripping his back, holding fists of his fur with white knuckles when you weren't leaving scratches. Clawing at him for dear life after cumming so many times, and still taking more. Moaning like an animal, whispering pleas for his cock, for his fingers to hit deeper and harder. He couldn't take it.

He drew the two soaked digits from you, holding his hand up to Alastor.

"Thorough enough for you? Or are you having that much fun watching?" Husk huffed firmly.

Alastor clicked his tongue, pulling up your head away from Husk again and inspecting your expression.

There it was. Complete and utter weakness, defeated and pathetic. Just what he needed.

"Go ahead, Husker. You can have the rest of your trea---"

Before he could finish, Husk was pulling you away from Alastor and up against his legs. Spreading yours and letting his aching length spring out. Moving in a haze to push it right into your tight, soaked hole.

Feeling you clench onto him the moment he sunk inside made him groan. Moving his hips almost immediately, hearing every gasp and moan of pleasure leaving your lips right against his ear. You kissed it, feeling it flick, feeling his sharp teeth quickly sink into your shoulder to quiet his pleased sounds.

Husk's pace was exactly what you needed after waiting for so long. Fast, hard, heavy thrusts that slapped your skin. Made your legs go numb and stomach twist with warmth. The overwhelming ecstasy and all consuming feeling that left you breathless.

"Cumming...! Husk...haah...I---" You cried out weakly, his hands still sticky with your scent delving right into your mouth, hushing you while his hips moved faster and faster. Making sure no one in the hotel could have a chance of interrupting your moment together.

Husk felt like he was high, feeling you squirt against his cock. Crying out against his fingers, tongue licking his digits so needy he almost forgot you two weren't alone.

His inches twitched restlessly inside you. He couldn't help but hold your body close, feeling his mind spiraling at the addictive feeling. Your walls sucking on him with every wave of your orgasm. Groaning, almost moaning at the sickeningly sweet sensation, Husk's own release tore through him.

He growled out at the feeling, burying himself in your scent. His hips thrusting slowly, stuffing rope after rope of his thick cum deep into your warm insides. Slicking your walls with every ounce of his seed.

Husk let you lay back softly, resting. Trying to calm down the knot swelling inside you. Whimpers drawing from your lips at the intense stretch.

"...s' okay sweetheart. It'll go down...I've got you,"

Husk ran his palm over your stomach, soothing the ache of his knot. Catching his breath.

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Not noticing Alastor moving your head up again, looking in your eyes. Sneering. Communicating exactly what he wanted without words.

Husk heard you speak but didn't actually hear it. Only static. His nerves flaring up, eyes shooting to look up at Alastor.

He was gone.

"What the fuck?!" Husk exclaimed, quickly moving closest to you as he looked around. "Where...the fuck did that bastard go? What did he do?"

"Safe word. He made me use it. It's okay Husk...it's just his usual power play. He wanted me to say it,"

"For what?" Husk asked.

"Just a stupid...bet,"

"What did you bet?!" Husk exasperated. Worried beyond belief.

"Nothing! Just my soul---"

"WHAT?!"

"I'm joking, Husk. It was just...ugh, it's kind of embarrassing now, actually," You sigh, covering your face.

"What is it? Tell me. I'll...I'll help you," Husk trailed off, trying to be assuring.

You sigh, loudly.

"I need to....ughhh...hunt his breakfast for him...for a month...and meal prep. All those disgusting meals,"

Husk tried not to, but he wheezed a little.

"Don't you laugh at me! We're on the same boat now..." You exasperate.

"Fine...fine...I'm sorry. I'm relieved...that's all it was," Husk chuckles, moving to rest himself in the crook of your neck, purring deeply.

"Don't bet anything else, got it?"

"Okay," You sigh, hugging him close.

Your chests rise and fall together, his purring soothing you both until the thought of that bet drifts away, into a feeling of just the two of you.

[hauntingblue]

Why do they say dragon is luffy's father but doesn't look much like him... I mean it is true but why point it out... in that way he doesn't look like garp either

[sparklecryptid]

Reincarnated!AtB!Finwion! Thoughts! Yes, more of them - mainly because I think/hope you might find them amusing.

Here's the thought: In previous iterations of this 'verse, the default has been Thanatos, Ardor, and Ace remembering their past lives. What if they didn't? 

What if the three Royal Bastards were forcibly summoned across time and space and woke up with a bunch of strangers peering down at them?

(Well, Ace for one would not hesitate to curse out Ardyn. Because it is always Ardyn's fault. Always.)

Thanatos would be gleeful at the potential metaphysical implications and  arguments thereof! Ace would be incredulous. ('what the FUCK, universe? Wasn't once enough?!') Ardor would be 'meh'. 

And imagine everyone trying to figure out just which brother was which!

'So - which of you creates things as a life's calling?' Both Ace and Thanatos raise their hands. 'I like to cook, okay?' 'He cooks, and I design spells that violate the natural laws of the universe!'  

'Do any of you like politics?' 'Nope.' 'Never.' 'No.'

'Obsessive tendencies, where you will do anything in pursuit of a goal?' 'Than gets really intense about his research, does that count?' 'And Ardor hates people and is very willing to punch someone if they don't respect his privacy.' 'Ace embarked in a years-long revenge plot to avenge his mother, save his homeland, and save Uncle.'

'Do - which of you is most likely to have a huge number of children?' 'Ace.' 'Ace'.  'Oh, screw you guys.' 'Face it, little brother, you and your husband are the most likely to end up with a huge sprawling brood.'

'Husband? You're married?' 'So is Thanatos!' 'And Ardor is in a committed polyamorous relationship with his large and myriad collection of swords.' 'Little brother - '

' - which of you is more likely to charge in a suicidal assault against an enemy you have no hope of defeating?' The three look at each other. 'None of us?' 'Yeah, that kinda situation seems to call for guerrilla warfare and ambushes'. 'Uncle would not be pleased if any of us did anything that stupid.'

'Which of you would be most likely to tear out an enemy's throat with your teeth?' All three of them raise a hand. 

Of course, there is also the option that all three of them remember perfectly well and are pretending not to in order to fuck with everyone present. 

@hamelin-born

i am CACKLING

i think it would be hilarious if none of them remembered until they were well into their stay in tirion and then they Suddenly Remember something when hanging out with their their Elf Family and the three share a look that just says 'we're gonna play the bit as a long as possible'

like. they could come clean at that point and say they remember who they are and spare everyone confusion and worry.

but they are also ardyn's niblings.

so they chose the most chaotic option.

i bet anything that ardor is the one who breaks first because someone was Talking Shit about Turgon and ardor just '......i like to think i was a patient and wise king in my past life. however. that was my past life. in this one say one more thing about my child and i swear i will stab you'

Turgon: :00

Fingon: :000000

Aredhel: :0

Argon: :0

Thanatos in the background: is the jig up because if so i need to call my husband and tell him about my kids.

Ardor: Ace should do that too.

Ace: Bold of you to assume I know how to phone home.

Ardor: But Thanatos does?

Ace: *gestures helplessly* he's thanatos.

[luneengene2]

Enhypen Hyung Line's Favorite Place to Make Love

~ NSFW Content! || Grammar error

• Heeseung || Studio

Heeseung is the ACE in his group. His time could be spent in a recording studio or music studio, whether for vocal practice or writing songs. When he 'needs' but is too lazy to meet you, he will call you to the studio. The crazy things he can do, like when he's doing vocal practice (Of course it's just him and you in the studio) and you're underneath him sucking his cock. Give himself a challenge that he can focus on his vocals even if you give him distractions. Bro, sucking him during vocal practice doesn't make him less focused, he's an ACE. In fact, you feel neglected because he only focuses on his vocals, not you who are giving him satisfaction.

• Jay || Car

I feel like Jay is the type who likes to take his girlfriend around Seoul or one of the cities in America in his luxury car. Jay is the type who can suddenly become aroused while driving, especially if he sees your breasts bouncing while passing speed bumps👀. He will take his car to a quiet place, like on the edge of a cliff. Make love to him in his car until you are both satisfied. Or he fingering you while he driving until you squirt enough to give him satisfaction. Oh don't forget the time you sucked his cock while he was focused on driving, Jay can handle that.

• Jake || Library

I saw that Jake was a very intelligent member, he even liked numeracy subjects like chemistry and physics (?). The library could be his favorite place, whether it's for studying or for committing 'sin' with you. He will fuck you in the corner of the library with the high shelves, covering your mouth so you don't moan, but with irregular movements. Just like Jay, he will finger your pussy while you sit next to him, but he can stay focused on reading a book. When you squirt with a low moan so as not to be 'caught' by the librarian, Jake will smile with satisfaction. Sucking on his finger which is filled with your juices then acting as if nothing happened.

• Sunghoon || Bedroom

Sunghoon? I see him as someone who doesn't like making love in public places, he likes intense privacy. He doesn't even want to see you glanced at by any man, because you only belong to him. So, chances are he prefers to make love in the bedroom, especially in his own room. He will treat you like a princess in bed, kissing you lovingly in between your hot sessions in his room. Or if he wants to go brutal mode, he'll take you to his dressing table, making you look in the mirror while he fucks you. His room will be locked tightly if he is making love to you, because he doesn't want to be caught red-handed.

[dotster001]

What kind of parents are they?

Requested by @stygianoir

A/N: as per usual with these long ones, staff and non NRC will be a separate post that I someday make

CW:raising kids, but gn. No talk of whether birthed or adopted

3k follower masterlist

Riddle Rosehearts

1 kid

Riddle is a learn as you go kind of parent. Breaking the chain is hard. It takes generations. He knows that, so was always hesitant to ever raise kids. But with you he thinks he can speed up the process. He is a little strict, you can't win every battle, but he's much more understanding. And that's the difference between him and his mother. If he makes a mistake, or upsets your child, he takes the time to understand and grow from it.

Trey Clover

3-8 kids

He's a jovial father. He's calm but everyone can see he's just so happy to have this life. He's the kind who will quietly sit with the kids to help them with homework, boop their noses with chocolate frosting, tell the worst dad jokes ever that make them laugh so hard they pee, and tucks them in snuggly so "the monsters can't reach them". A soft man, who when he passes, the kids will always remember dad as someone who had a smile for everyone.

Cater Diamond

0-2 kids

Honestly, Cay Cay is one of the ones who if you wanted to have kids, you'd have to try hard to convince him. But for the sake of these HC's, we'll ignore the 0. In all honestly, he starts out incredibly scared and tense. He's worry he'll break the kids. But he slowly gets over it, and becomes the cool dad. The dilf at pta meetings His holiday cards are always the best, he sets up a haunted house for the neighborhood during Halloween, puts on a light show during the winter, dresses the kids in modern fashion…a lot of parents are so jealous. They wouldn't be so jealous if they knew the literal blood sweat and tears he puts into it all though. You need to tell him to calm down from time to time.

Ace Trappolla

2-5 kids

Hybrid of cool dad, and concerning dad. He'll let the kids do pretty much whatever they want, as long as they don't disrespect you. Sure you and your friends can go snowboarding, but your room better be fucking spotless, or you'll be praying to the seven for your soul. Yeah you're friends can- what the fuck do you just say about Y/N? No more friends. You're grounded. You'll have to try your darndest to get him to watch his language. Spoiler alert, he never will.

Deuce Spade

3 kids

Deuce is the kind of dad where, when people asks if he wants to raise a boy or a girl, he says boy. Not because he doesn't want a girl, he's just scared he'll fuck her up on accident with some of his behavioral tendencies. But in the end…he's a girl dad. He raises three girls, whether by birth or adoption, that's just how his luck turns out. And he's the best goddamn girl dad ever. By kid three, he only wants girls, cause how the fuck do you boy dad? Even as the girls get older, he isn't scared of some of the things that come with women. He always carries pads and pain killers. Anytime they need advice on relationships, and societal problems, they know they can go to dad.

Leona Kingscholar

1 kid

The one is a struggle for him. He doesn't want to have a second born who will go through what he did. So only one kid. That's it. He…to his surprise…turns out to be exactly the way Mufasa raises Simba. Stern when necessary, but totally down to rough house and play. He never even thought he had the energy for a kid…turns out he does. He loves his little rat more than life itself, and will do anything to prep him for life so that he can have the things Leona never did.

Ruggie Bucchi

5-8 kids

Teaches his kids early on to be light fingered. Imagine a bunch of hooligans running through the street, and when they're gone, you realize you're wallet is gone too. That's your kids. But only when you're not looking. He's raised them to understand not to snitch on dad. 😒 Otherwise no one can have fun. Other than that, he's a really soft dad. Playing with the kids, good for hugs, cooking meals that get them all their nutrients, but also provide comfort. The moment he can afford it, Ruggie is becoming your perfect little househusband.

Jack Howl

5 kids

He's the kind of dad that outsiders worry is a little cold and distant. But that's not the case. They just don't know how to read him. He has his own language that his kids perfectly understand. Left eyebrow quirked=what do you think you're doing? Right side of mouth quirked up=I'm so proud of you. Left side quirked down=that's not funny. Etc etc. The kids can always count in dad for snuggles if they are sad or have a bad dream. Even if he doesn't always remember to verbalize it, they always know they are loved.

Azul Ashengrotto

4

He's the one who has every step of his parenting and finances planned, to flawless perfection. And then immediately panics when he realizes you can't plan for everything, children are unpredictable. The first kid that breaks a bone, he's just wanting to go back to his octopus pot. Not to mention if your kids are birthed, he's not prepared for half octomer, half human, kids. He's unprepared, and very scared, but he's a loving dad…even if he seems too tense sometimes.

Jade Leech

1-3

He's the Gomez Adams, raising little Wednesdays. Female and male Wednesdays, but Wednesdays nonetheless. So excited, big smile, happy to be alive with you, and with your kids! Meanwhile the kids are all dark and brooding. It always looks so professional when you all walk up in business attire, Jade smiling, as the kids, also in business attire, have the darkest expressions on their faces. 

Floyd Leech

2-15

Rough housing dad. He raises a bunch of chaotic rascals. They're all sweet kids, but damn some of them have so much energy it scares the neighbor parents. Then they'll look over and see eel merman wrestling three of them and laughing like a mad man. He'll bandage them up, and give them kisses on their boo boos, but he won't calm down. Not that he needs to, they don't want him to calm down. Dad's fun!

Kalim al Asim

8-whenever you say to stop 😁

Party dad! He's a, "we rather you tried it at home than with strangers" kinda guy. By the time he is parenting, he's a little better at self control though, so he's willing to be that buffer, and help kid's stop before their limits. Also, he's the kind that pouts if his kids don't say, "I love you" when he drops them somewhere.

Jamil Viper

1-2

Strict dad. Old habits die hard. Or don't at all. You'll have to be self aware if he's too hard on the kids. The thing is, he has only had his freedom for so long, and his kids. The reason he's like this is because he's scared. His kids have a freedom that previous generations of Vipers never had. He doesn't want them to throw it away. He's terrified one misstep and they'll lose everything. You'll have to calm him down sometimes. But the kids, especially the older they get, will understand that this is how dad protects them. He also gives out expensive gifts if he thinks he's taken things a step too far… the kids love that.

Vil Schoenheit

1

There's no way this man doesn't raise a high achieving, future ex gifted child. So at first, he'll beam with pride as his child produces the best results, grades, magic, appearances, etc. It'll be a bit of a learning curve when the crash hits, and won't understand right away. But once he does, he becomes the biggest advocate for mental health services,and getting kids the care and enrichment they need. He does speeches, runs rallies, becomes the face of any movement that has to do with his kid. 

Rook Hunt

15

Teaches his kids to hunt like wild animals. He's the kind of dad that says, "I'm gonna take the kids out!" And later you find them in the middle of the woods, hiding in the bushes, waiting to jump you in a tickle pile that is inescapable. He's raising wild animals. And yet…somehow…the kids seem normal as they age? At least that's what you see…

Epel Felmier

5-7

Another one who raises hooligans. You have a bunch of freckled, sunburned kids, all who live outdoors and climb trees. But the kids are never alone when they are hooligans. Dad is always in the tree with them.

Idia Shroud

2

Scared shitless. He's a gentle parent, but, God, is he terrified. Everyone knows it. Anytime the kids get sick, or hurt, or sad, he's always worried it's cause he fucked up in some way. But once he calms down, he's always good at calming them down. He's gentle and understanding…once he gets out of his own head.

Malleus Draconia

1-15

He has to raise the future heir. So on the one hand, he has to be strict. But he makes it clear early on, that there's separation from work and home. Aka, sometimes he is father, king of darkness, and sometimes he is dad, server of applesauce. The kids are smart enough to know the difference, and figure out which Malleus they are talking to.

Lilia Vanrouge

3

When you and Lilia discuss raising a family together, you aren't expecting Silver to come to you with stories of how he was left in the middle of the woods for training…and if you don't say anything, you're destined to be raising kids with Lilia Vanrouge, delightful scamp, and general to Malleus Draconia's armies. If you have that conversation, you'll be raising kids with Lilia Vanerouge, delightful scamp, and nothing else. Usually. Make sure if he's giggling, and you can't find the kids anywhere, you know exactly where they are.

Silver

1-2

Quiet dad. A lot like Trey. He's soft and gentle, and the kids can count on him for snuggles, whether he's awake or not. A man of few words, but perfect for a lullaby, deep life advice, and snuggles.

Sebek Zigvolt

3-6

Soccer dad. Angrily yelling at his kids when they are subpar, and angrily yelling at other kids when they come for his kids. Fiercely loyal to the end, and to a fault, he will protect his family at all costs, even if he does grump and groan about it the whole time.

[rafecameroninterlude]

₊˚⊹˚ 𐙚 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐨

pairing: dealer!rafe x barry’s little sister!reader

summary: ❝i like you a lot, putting on my music while i’m watching the boys.❞ — there’s no denying the attraction you and rafe share when you meet each other. the only problem? he does business with barry, your older brother.

warnings: slight age gap, mentions of drugs, dealing of drugs, protective barry, heavy flirting, teasing, playful banter, slight slut shaming, mentions of underaged drinking (reader is twenty, rest assured!), unprotected sex, semi-public sex, rafe fucks you against the wall, hair pulling, overstimulation, cream pie

word count: 3.8k

a/n: i got a little too invested in this lol. remember my requests are on and you could request more of this pairing if you’d like! (i have some more ideas with dealer!rafe and barry’s little sister!reader ;) series masterlist

tick, tick, tick.

you glanced at the clock in the corner of your room, the time 3:37 PM flashing back at you. the hottest time of the day, and you were definitely feeling it. you sighed, deciding to play some vinyls to pass the time. barry had stepped out real quick, leaving you by yourself to play your music as loud as you want.

you hummed along to the tranquil sounds, putting your hair up in a ponytail as you watched the record spin. placing your hands on your hips, your head shot up as you heard the revv of a bike outside. probably barry, you thought. making your way to what’s supposed to be the living room, you waited for the door to open, ready to give your brother an earful about the ac going out, again.

instead, you were met with a loud bang and a series of knocks after that. you jumped at the sound, peeking outside the window to see who it was. fresh haircut, collared shirt, and a gold ring on his index finger, he was definitely not from this side of the island. “it’s rafe man, open the door!” you paced back and forth, wracking your brain if whether or not you should let him in. barry’s number one rule for you was to never open the door to anyone who comes looking for him, he refused to get you involved in anything he did.

what was a kook doing here anyways?

the man outside kept knocking until finally you cracked the door open, his eyebrows knitting in confusion. “ah, shit, i’m sorry i didn’t know barry had a girlfriend.” you were immediately taken aback by his words, a grimace gracing your face. “ew, no way! he’s my brother.” you moved forward, your body basically wedged between the flimsy metal.

at this, rafe raised his eyebrows. “your brother? i’ve never seen you here before.” you crossed your arms. “yeah, that’s because he’ll have a heart attack if i come out while he has someone over.” rafe scoffed. “yet, you opened the door for me?” the corner of his lips lifted slightly, your heart squeezing at the sight. “don’t flatter yourself, it’s not everday that a kook turns up outside.” you tilted your head, letting it rest on the doorframe. rafe scanned your outfit before his gaze settled on your eyes. “that’s fair,” he nodded, “i could see the resemblance a little.” you laughed softly.

“we have different dads, but i’m way prettier than he is.” you rocked on your feet, letting your orbs wander across the man in front of you. “yeah, you are,” your cheeks reddened instantly, rafe taking notice of the effect he had on you. “you gonna let me in? or do i have to stand here until barry gets back?” you pretended to think, tapping your red nail against your chin. “you could wait!” you slammed the door, laughing loudly at the look on his face.

as much as you really did want to let him in, you knew you had to be smarter, considering the kind of business barry was in. you went back to your room, still giddy from your interaction with rafe. you moved the curtain, watching as he plopped down on one of the crates outside. your music still played in the background as you kept your eyes on him, your teeth pulling your bottom lip.

there was no denying how attractive he was, anyone with two eyes could see how handsome he was, especially with that pained stare of his. less than five minutes later, you saw barry walking up the dirt path, rafe jumping out of his seat to greet your brother. you quickly stood by where the entrance of your room was, listening closely to their conversation. “hey, man, did you try to come in or something?” your eyes widened as you mentally slapped yourself. of course you’d forget to lock the door when you really needed to.

“nah, a girl answered it.” to be fair, you slammed in rafe’s face, but you didn’t expect him to full on tell on you. “you don’t say…” you threw yourself on your bed, pretending to read a magazine just in time for barry to come in. “come out here,” he ushered you towards the living room. “you answering doors now?” he sat down next to rafe on the couch. rafe wore a smirk, obviously enjoying all of this. “i just answered this one. he looks harmless anyways,” rafe’s smirk disappeared as barry burst out laughing beside him. “damn country club! can you tell we’re related?” you rolled your eyes, taking a seat at the small round table by the kitchen.

rafe held his hands up in defense. “i’ll give that one to her,” he took out a wad of cash, throwing it in barry’s lap. “just don’t do it again, alright? i ask you not to do that for a reason.” barry pointed at a paper bag in front of you. “stopped at your favorite spot, mary gave it to me on the house as soon as i mentioned your name.” you smiled, taking the slice of cherry pie out of its container. you made a mental note to go by and thank her later. “thank you, bear,” barry shut his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as soon as the nickname slipped.

“y/n..” you laughed, licking the cherry filling from your finger. rafe watched you the entire time, loving the way your laugh sounded in his ears. “i’m sorry!” you wiped your brow, the sweat reminding you of what you were gonna tell him in the first place. “the ac is out again by the way,” barry took a box out from behind the couch, “yes, y/n, i know it’s like a thousand degrees in here.” he cracked open the windows. you looked past him, your eyes falling on rafe who was manspreading on the couch. with a view like that, it was nearly impossible to look away.

him and rafe started trading cash and blow, both of them wearing a serious expression as rafe weighed the baggies, and barry counting the money. “i ran into lori on my way back,” barry spoke up, “she said you and her were gonna go out tonight?” rafe paused, looking up at you as you nodded. “yeah.. so?” you arched a brow at him. “you aren’t going to the tavern again are you? i’m not gonna be happy if i get another call that you and your troublemaker of a friend are dancing on tables together.” now it was your turn to be embarrassed.

you cleared your throat. “yes, we are going to the tavern, but no dancing on tables this time, just to hang out with some friends.” barry nodded. “if that bartender serves you, you better tell him i’ll be paying him a visit.” you swallowed at his words. “you’re not even old enough to be in there.” he added. rafe’s jaw clenched as you answered back. “i’m old enough for them not to ask questions, they don’t care.” you got up, throwing the empty pie container in the trash can.

“i’m gonna go get ready at lori’s, at least at her place i could make it out the door without melting.” you went to your room, quickly throwing some clothes in your bag before making your way to the living room. rafe stared at your exposed midriff as you stood in front of the door. “lori’s is kinda far, why don’t you wait till i’m done here and i can take you.” you shook your head, your fist twisting the doorknob. “no need, i’ll come back home later tonight.” you spared rafe one more glance before leaving, a small smile forming on your lips when he winked.

“i didn’t know you had a little sister, bear.” rafe mocked your nickname for barry, barry shoving his shoulder soon after. “call me that again and i’m gonna fuck you up country club.” rafe clapped his hands, putting the bags he weighed in his backpack. “i’m just fucking with you man,” he ran his fingers through his hair, “but seriously you had a sister this whole time? and i’m barely finding out about her now?”

barry flashed him a look. “yeah, and? you don’t need to know about her,” he put his cash in the same box as the coke, flipping the top closed. “she’s the only family i got, i don’t want her in the mix with what i do.” he sat back in his seat. “she’s cute.” rafe shrugged. “yeah? your sisters cute too, think she’ll give me a chance since she’s already running around with a pogue, anyway? watch your mouth man.” rafe laughed as beads of sweat started forming on his forehead.

“jesus christ.” he shook his head. “kook party tonight, so i’m gonna be on my way.” rafe slung his backpack over his shoulder, making his way outside. “come back with my money tomorrow!” barry shouted from the living room, cursing under his breath as he watched rafe leave.

-

“aw, come on, one more!” lori pushed a shot glass at you, all your friends watching with anticipating eyes. this was only your second shot, not nearly enough to get you drunk whatsoever. obliging, your friends roared into cheers as you downed the burning liquid, slamming the glass down on the counter. “that’s our girl!” lori shook you by your shoulders, the bartender looking away from where you sat. “okay, no more. seriously, i can’t go home drunk.” you laughed.

you had been at the taven for nearly two hours already, your friend group settling down for the night as some of them started to leave. “hey,” lori took a swig from her beer, “would you mind if i left with chris? he’s been trying to get me to go home with him all night.” a part of you knew your best friend would leave with her on again off again boyfriend before you two had even arrived here.

“no, you go ahead. you know me, i’ll just catch a ride with someone else.” you hugged her, shaking your head as she mouthed ‘thank you’ on her way out. just as the door closed behind her, it swung back open, your breath catching in your throat at the man striding in.

rafe.

you spinned in your chair, eyes shutting tight as if that’d make you disappear into thin air. sure enough, you felt the heat of someone on your back, his voice cutting through the thick air of the bar. “two cokes,” you relaxed, accepting your fate as he cleared his throat. “you gonna stay facing the wall the whole night?” you caved, unshielding your face from your hands. “what are you doing here?” you suddenly felt exposed, your top suddenly feeling more tight than it did five minutes ago. “this is a bar isn’t it?” he scooted a glass towards you, taking a sip from his own.

“you know what i mean. barry isn’t anywhere near here.” you heard your heart beating in your ears as he eyed you carefully. “i didn’t come for barry.” rafe leaned closer to you, his cologne intoxicating you more than any bottle of liquor in here could. “aren’t you supposed to be making my brother money right now?” sass was your defense mechanism, and right now you needed it. “i already did, sweetheart. sold out in thirty minutes.” your mouth opened slightly.

“i didn’t know blow was in such high demand over there on figure eight.” you covered your chest, a shiver going down your spine when his eyes flickered to your cleavage. “yeah. a bunch of sheltered rich kids made me, well your brother, nearly two thousand dollars in less than an hour.” you scoffed. “anything to rebel against mommy and daddy, right?” you accepted the soda, letting yourself relax. “you’re telling me you never rebelled?” rafe scoffed. “i never had to.” you shook your head. at this, the man next to you scooted closer, his thigh touching your own.

“where are your friends? i thought you told barry they’d be here with you.” he looked around, noticing everyone talking amongst themselves. “they were here with me. i usually like to stay later after it calms down a bit.” you shrugged. rafe nodded, his hand moving your hair off of your shoulder. his touch was enough to make goosebumps spread across your skin. “tell me something, y/n..” rafe leaned in, his breath fanning against your cheek, “does your brother know that your tits spill out of your tops when you go out?” your head shot in his direction, your face growing hot at his proximity.

“i wonder what he would say if he knew there was so many eyes on you.” you sighed, rafe’s large palm now resting on your thigh. “including yours?” his fingers dug into your skin as you let out a shaky breath. “why don’t you tell him, then? let him know that you were in the same bar as me.” while you expected him to respond with something smart, his lips hovered above yours as he whispered, “i won’t tell if you don’t.”

rafe kissed you, your hands balling up his shirt as you kept yourself from moaning at the taste of him. he kissed you slow and deep, the feeling of his lips moving so languidly with yours becoming your new favorite thing. rafe groaned, the sound pulling you out of whatever world you were in at the moment. his eyes swept over your face, his chest rising and falling as you pulled away. “i, uhm- i need the restroom, i’m sorry,” you panicked, clutching your bag as you speed walked down the dark hallway of the bar.

what the fuck were you doing right now??

you shut the door behind you, your eyes narrowing as the neon signs on the wall flashed their colors at you. you had never even been with a pogue, let alone a kook. not to mention, rafe does business with barry, it would make things complicated and you don’t even want to think about what your brother would do if he found anything out. you ran your fingers through your hair, taking a deep breath before you found yourself touching your lips, the feeling of rafe still there.

you knew what you had to do; you needed to get out of here as soon as possible and forget about him, as harsh as that sounds, you couldn’t risk everything just because he’s so dangerously handsome and gives kisses that’ll make you reminisce about years from now. okay, you muttered to yourself, gathering yourself together as best as you can. as soon as you opened the restroom door, it all came crashing down as rafe looked up from where he was leaning against the door frame. the second your eyes met, you pulled him in as he attacked you with another kiss. this kiss was rough, it was bruising, but so fucking good.

rafe locked the door behind him without turning around. “we shouldn’t be doing this.” you spoke inbetween kisses as he backed you up against the wall. god, he was tall. rafe towered over you easily. “no, we shouldn’t,” he ran his thumb across your bottom lip, “this will be our secret, alright?” him indicating that ‘this’ was going to become a thing, meaning this wasn’t a one and done situation, made your heart flutter in your chest. you nodded, your bag long forgotten on the floor as he undressed you. “fuck, you’re perfect,” his shirt was next to go, the sight of his erection pressing against his jeans was enough to make you clench around nothing.

you shuddered as he took his belt off in one swoop, his pants and boxers pooling around his ankles. he grabbed you by your hips, picking you up as he pinned you against the wall, your legs wrapping around his waist. “i’ve wanted to do this to you since the second you answered that door.” his mouth latched onto your neck, your fingers tugging at the ends of his hair as he ground his cock against your wet folds. “these fucking eyes,” he moved your hair, both of you moaning as he entered you slowly.

“oh, fuck,” your head fell on his shoulder as he fucked into you. you don’t know what was hotter, the expression on rafe’s face, or the fact that he was fucking you while standing up, your weight like nothing to him as he slammed you down on his hips. “saying i look harmless? wait till you find out about me.” he repeated your words from earlier at the trailer, understanding completely that this man was anything but. he made you want to do things you’ve never done, things that have never even crossed your mind.

“i was wrong.” you planted a kiss on his jaw, the action sending a shiver down his spine. rafe never let anyone kiss him during sex, or at all really, he didn’t know what was happening, all he knew was that he liked it when you did it. you hissed with every thrust, your back scratching against the wall. “hurts, rafe,” you mouth hung open as he grunted, letting you down on wobbly legs. he grabbed your wrists, placing them on your back as he bent you over the sink. rafe only entered the tip, a smile growing on his face as you looked up at him through the mirror.

“why’d you stop?” you nearly pouted before he delivered a sharp slap to your ass. “fuck yourself on my cock, i want to watch.” rafe’s head lolled to the side as you glided onto him, your velvety walls sucking him in with ease. “oh, my god,” he took his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyebrows knitting in pure bliss. “you’re doing so good.” he breathed out, his hips bucking when you clenched around him. you were a high he could never come down from, the realization hitting him in his chest. he grabbed your waist, his large hands encircling your lower back as he started thrusting.

even though your elbows ached from your arms being tucked behind you, the pleasure overpowered any discomfort you felt as you fought to keep your eyes open. you were so full, the feeling of his head constantly hitting that soft spot inside you, making your knees buckling as rafe reached under, rubbing your clit at an unforgiving speed. a sob ripped from your throat, your head hanging in defeat as rafe watched your reflection. even when you were getting plowed into, your eyes sparkled under the neon lights, your lips looking swollen and perfect for him.

rafe felt his own climax approaching as his determination to make you cum first grew. the coil in your tummy was unwinding with each stroke of his fingers until finally it snapped, your eyes rolling back as he pulled you up by your hair. if it wasn’t for the music blaring outside, the sound of skin slapping against skin would bring a blush to your cheeks. “gonna send you home tonight with my cum sticking between your thighs, how does that sound?” you moaned at his words, nodding as your soaked cunt fluttered around his cock.

rafe buried his face in your neck, leaving sloppy kisses as he finished inside of you, thick hot ropes of cum shooting against your walls. “take it,” he covered your mouth as you whined at the overstimulation. “take every last drop you fucking slut.” his movements came to a slow stop, your eyes damp with tears. rafe dabbed the corner of your eye with his thumb, shushing you as he pulled out. “you’re too pretty to cry,” he spun you around, your fucked out eyes gazing up at his. “there’s no way in hell i could walk all the way home now.” you sighed, an exhausted laugh falling from your lips.

“you were going to walk home?” disbelief echoed in his voice as he pulled up his pants. “yes, but don’t worry i’ve done it plenty of times-” rafe picked up your clothes from the floor, “you’re never doing that again, got it? i’ll be your personal chauffeur if i have to.” he helped you put on your shorts and underwears, both of you smiling softly at eachother. just as rafe was going to hand you your top, you shook your head, pointing at the bag in the corner. “i have a spare t-shirt in there, i can’t let barry see me in this.” you leaned against the sink, your legs feeling like jelly. rafe slung your bag across his shoulder, putting your t-shirt on for you.

“all ready?” he wrapped an arm around your waist, supporting you up as you made your way outside the restroom, trying to the best of your ability to avoid the stares of those who watched you two leave the bar. as if he could sense your unease, rafe turned as you walked up to his bike. “what’s wrong?” he moved your hair out of your face. “word travels fast around here,” you looked into the distance, your mind racing with how barry would confront rafe if he ever caught ear that you and rafe left a bar together. “yeah? so,” you flashed him a look that said ‘my brother will actually kill you if he finds out about this!’

rafe sighed, pushing his helmet into your hands, “don’t worry about anything, i’ll ride out of there fast enough for him not to see me, alright? if he questions you just say it was someone else. it’s dark as shit out there anyways.” with his reasonings, you felt a lot better, ultimately deciding to let him take you home. he had you back at the trailer in less than ten minutes, your heart racing as he rode up the dirt path. you swallowed nervously, hopping off when he came to a stop. you handed him his helmet, about to run inside before he grabbed you.

he took your lips in a searing kiss as your hands snaked over his shoulders. “i’ll be here tomorrow to give your brother his money,” he whispered, grabbing a handful of your ass while you looked back at the seemingly quiet trailer. “okay, rafe you have to go!” you laughed, pecking his lips one more time before you jogged to the front door. sparing him one more glance, you waved as he watched you go inside, only hearing him ride off when you shut the door behind you. you sighed, not being able to stop smiling at the whole thing. “you’re back late.” you jumped at the sound of barry’s voice as he walked away from the window. “uhm, yeah- i’m pretty tired though, so..” you avoided his gaze as you started to make your way to your room.

“hold it right there.” just like your movements, your heart stopped as barry let out a bitter laugh, the light from the tv illuminating his face. “am i tripping or was that country club that just dropped you off?”

fuck.

[asteroshearts]

My Type

Oh no! Nanami's wife is just Itadori's type!

Or the story of how, upon meeting Nanami's wife, Itadori just can't take his eyes off her.

Nanami x Reader

Tags: this story was referenced here, but can be read completely alone, she/her pronouns, discussions of body types, Itadori's a bit of a pervert here (but he doesn't actually see anything!! Nanami, however, ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)), typical anime flashing

Hey Ken: How are you feeling?

You: Like shit My fever got worse after you left

Hey Ken: I'll be home soon. Please take ibuprofen, drink lots of water, and rest as much as you can. I'm finishing up now.

You: I just checked our cabinet We ran out of Bufferin UGHHHH I feel terrible I fucking told Daiki from accounting that he should go home if he was coughing but he said it was fine AND COUGHED IN MY FACE And now look at me

Hey Ken: We're out? I'll pick some up on my way home while I grab our other groceries. Please wait for me until then. Take a nap if you can. You're just going to get more exhausted thinking of the idiots in your office.

You: I looked online, delivery is going to take over an hour I'm getting dizzier I don't want to wait I'm going to go to the Matsukiyo near us to get it myself

Hey Ken: What?

Hey Ken: Don't go. I'll pick it up.

Hey Ken: Darling. Read my messages.

Hey Ken: Pick up the phone.

(10) Missed Calls

Several moments ago…

Itadori already thought that today got off to a weird start.

To begin with, it wasn't Ijichi in the driver's seat to pick him up today, but Nanamin. It also wasn't the Jujutsu Tech standard vehicle, but a nice, sleek, and expensive Porsche.

"W-Woah! Nanamin!" Itadori called then. Eyes wide and bright at the polished paint that glistened in the heavy sunlight. "Nice ride!" he said giddily, running his fingers across the aerodynamic doors. Popping his head up toward Nanami's window, he said, "This must've cost you a fortune!" And he thought that Gojo-sensei spent crazily.

"It was a gift," Nanami flatly said. The boy gaped at him like a fish. But who would just give away a car like this? They had to be really close — or maybe he had saved some rich guy and he thanked Nanamin by giving him a brand new car! The boy's eyes shone. Maybe one day he could get a nice gift like — "Get in." The doors unlocked.

"Hiya, Ijichi-san! Must be nice not driving for once, huh?" While marveling at the car's clean interior, he hopped into the back seat, feeling the leather under his hands and the cool blast of the AC hit his sweaty hair after being in the summer sun.

"Good morning, Itadori-kun," the dark-haired man said with a nervous smile. The car rumbled beneath them as Nanami turned the engine back on. "Nanami-san is surely giving me a nice change of pace — "

"Our duties will not change," Nanami stated, turning the wheel. "Ijichi-san is still required to do his job, as well as you, Itadori-kun. Don't get distracted." The pink-haired boy pouted in the backseat. "It just so happens that I have urgent errands to run after this, so time is of the essence."

Turning into an alleyway, Nanami smoothly hit the brakes and put the car into park. "Let's go."

Luckily for him, the curse was a low-level one mostly used for teaching Itadori the ropes, and the two of them managed to exorcise it in record time. For someone who was just thrust into the world of curses several weeks ago, he was doing well. As well as anyone could in his situation.

The boy was still a bumbling newbie, but he had a good head on his shoulders and was a strong opponent for most curses that they dealt with on a daily basis. Lips twitching into a frown, the blond thought that if Gojo didn't poison the youth's mind, surely Yuji would continue having a nice and mature head on his shoulders.

Nanami had to drop Ijichi off at his next assignment, but other than that, all he needed was to drop Itadori off at the college and then he could return to his sick wife. Paperwork still needed to be done, but luckily he could finish that at a later time. Unfortunately, last night you had a major headache and showed signs of an upcoming sickness this morning.

He had just barely convinced you to not do remote work and just take the day off to rest instead. However, as he checked on his messages with you, he found out that you were insisting on double — no, triple mask to go to the pharmacy yourself. All while you had a 37.5-degree fever.

He tried to call you once, thrice, and all of them were left for voicemail.

Cursing inwardly, Nanami leaned his head back on the headrest. Normally, the blond man was the arbiter of restraint and level-headed thinking, but all of that went out the door at the mere thought of his sickly wife dragging herself out in the street to get some medication. Why did you have to be so stubborn?

"My apologies, Itadori-kun." Nanami pushed up his glasses. "I need to take a detour before I drop you off at your dorm. I apologize for the inconvenience."

The boy blinked owlishly. "Oh that's alri — GH!"

Without another word, Nanami quickly turned left, jolting the teen to the side from the momentum, increasing the speed of his vehicle, and raced down the streets.

Within five minutes, Itadori felt like a dog left in the car as his "owner" raced into the nearest grocery store to grab medication, vegetables, and grains for the upcoming, proverbial storm. Even as the cashier tried their hardest to ignore the intense stare of the tall blond man before them, every second that ticked by as they scanned his purchase felt like hours.

As soon as he nearly threw his money on the tray and took all of the grocery bags under his toned arms, Nanami was off again, shifting into drive and ignoring the speed limit all the way back home.

Nanami could've nearly run into his apartment's chain-link garage doors if it had lifted any slower, allowing him access to his own underground parking before he landed in his designated parking spot within three seconds.

Racing out the car, he took all of the grocery bags over one muscular arm and was prepared to run off until he remembered he had a teen in the backseat.

"Itadori-kun," he said hurriedly. "Can you — " The man stopped himself short.

He originally planned to tell the boy to wait for him in the car, but caught sight of the boy's skin gleaming with sweat, reflecting one of the garage's low lights. Summer was brutal right now, with insane humidity that made Itadori's hair damp as if he had just taken a dunk in water. Even though the parking garage was cooler than it was outside, it was still unbearably hot, not to mention cruel, if he had forced the teen to just sit here and deal with it. Itadori had already waited in the hot car when he went out to grab groceries, and although he rolled the windows down, suddenly Nanami remembered all of the articles of puppies and toddlers dying in the back of cars during the summer.

Sighing, the man pushed his glasses up. "Behave yourself. Come with me."

"Ken?" Eyes wide, you held the door open. Keys were lifted up in the air in the man's hands, but you had beat him to the chase and opened the door before he managed to get the key in the keyhole. "Oh! I didn't know that you were bringing a guest." Stepping back quickly, you realized another person was standing behind your husband. "If I had known, I would've worn a surgeon mask!" Alert, you said. "Hold on, I'll go grab one right now — !"

"No need. We'll make this fast." He was about to take a step forward, but then realized that the student hadn't moved an inch ever since you opened the door. "Itadori-kun?"

As still as a statue, pink slowly rose from the boy's neck all the way up to the tips of his ears. He couldn't rip his gaze from you for even a second. Although your hair wasn't done and your face was covered, he could tell just how beautiful you were.

Furthermore, you looked just like the pin-up models he had in his room — you were just his type! Your little chemise barely ended at the middle of your thigh, and although everything important was covered up, it left little to the imagination with how the fabric hugged your waist and hips. As you held the door open for them and leaned forward, the loose triangle top of your nightgown was teasing him with the exposed curves and valleys of your chest.

You were too hot!

"Itadori-kun," Nanami repeated, irritated.

Way too hot for Nanamin!

"Nanamin! You didn't tell me that you were married!" Eyes nearly bugging out of their sockets, Itadori almost thought they had gotten the wrong apartment when you had just opened the door. While his mentor was an attractive man, it was like a mountain and a molehill to the teenager. Not to mention that this strict and serious ex-salaryman was hitched! To a babe no less!

Certainly, you didn't marry for personality!

He couldn't imagine what your daily life was like while Nanamin talked about doing the bare minimum and never smiled.

Raising an eyebrow, Nanami followed Itadori's stare to your state of dress. You weren't even wearing your indoor slippers, and you were absolutely breathtaking even if you had a dark clay mask over your face. He wasn't an idiot, and he could feel his blood vessels pumping harshly. Trying to remind himself with mantras of how Itadori was just a stupid, hormonal teenager, and you could dress how you wanted, and that he especially couldn't beat up Itadori. Pinching his nose bridge, the man couldn't even look at the boy. "My personal life and my work life are completely separate. I wouldn't anno — !"

"But you don't even wear a wedding ring!" Itadori insisted.

"Why would I wear my rings when my daily job involves fighting and getting messy?" Nanami rhetorically asked, stepping through your door with all the groceries in one go. "Wedding and engagement rings are investments, and I'd be damned if I lose my rings and be forced to inflate the wedding ring industry any more than I already have."

Grinning, you beamed at Itadori. Only you really know how seriously Nanami took the "three month's salary on rings" tradition, especially on his sorcerer's salary. "Now you know, Itadori-kun! If you catch him committing adultery while he's out without his ring, you'll shank him for me, right?" Placing both of your hands on your husband's waist, you laughed when you playfully tried to shake him. Of course, that didn't do much. Your man continued to stand there like a stone statue, as if you tried to rock a brick wall while he remained wholly unamused.

From your weak roughhousing, all that managed to do was drop your spaghetti strap from your shoulder. With your dress threatening to slip, Nanami sighed and quickly stood in front of you, blocking your body from Itadori's gaze. He carefully and slowly pulled your shoulder strap back up your body before you managed to flash the poor teen. When you looked up, his brown eyes met with yours.

Gently rubbing your bare shoulder with his large hand, he asked, "I thought you said you were going to Matsukiyo?"

"I was," you rasped out, voice raw from all the coughing you did. "But then I took one step outside and it was too damn hot." Laughing weakly, you said, "I slunk back like a vampire the second the humidity hit me."

The man sighed deeply, and his shoulders dropped in relief and exhaustion. While he ran around like a chicken with its head cut off from worry, he was glad that you ended up not going out after all.

"Why didn't you pick up my calls?" he said deeply, leaning in close enough for you to feel his breath on your ear.

"I was making okayu with kombu," you explained. "Sorry," you said genuinely, "that's all I managed to make for our dinner today."

"I'm upset that you cooked in the first place," Nanami scolded. "You should be resting. I said I'd take care of it. Why were you in the kitchen when the hot fumes could make your fever even worse?" Turning away from his nagging, you pouted.

"I'm hungry though…" you mumbled, far too much like a spoiled child, and Nanami was sure, in some way, that you were spoiled, of his making too. He always prioritized you and let you have your way. "And I already ate the miyeok guk you made."

"You could've ordered delivery," the man countered.

"Nothing interested me there."

Inhaling deeply once more, Nanami tried to calm the upcoming headache he felt. There was no point in arguing with you, not when you were coughing and sick like this. "Stay here. I'm going to whip up a bowl of okayu to have with your medicine," the man ordered before he picked up a blanket you had draped over one of your couches and wrapped you in it like a burrito. When you opened your mouth, your husband only sternly repeated, "Stay."

Playfully rolling your eyes when he left to go to the kitchen, you puffed out your cheeks in mock irritation. Closing the door to your apartment so the AC couldn't escape anymore, you turned to the teen who was standing awkwardly in your home.

"Aw I'm sorry," you said, voice sounding like sandpaper again. "You know, Kento's kinda strict, but I assure you he's a good man," you said gently. "Thank you so much for taking care of him."

"M-Me?" Itadori sputtered. "I'm not the one taking care of him! He takes care of me! Um…" The boy grew demure when he realized he had no way to address you.

"Oh," you realized you didn't introduce yourself. "I apologize! I totally forgot! I know you since Ken talks about you and Ino all the time, but I didn't realize you didn't know me!"

Itadori gasped. "He talks about me?!"

"Of course! All good things!" you assured. "Even though Kento seems like a meanie, he's a genuine person and wouldn't exaggerate, so he wouldn't praise you unless he absolutely meant it." You knew that this was the teen that hosted Sukuna, the King of Curses. It was a heavy burden for someone who wasn't even an adult yet, and your heart grew heavy at the thought of this boy's fate.

"Before I forget…" Quickly, you ran to your bathroom and cleaned off your clay face mask before you returned with your bare face wet and a cloth Pompompurin headband keeping your hair out of the way. "I need to introduce myself."

Now Itadori was sure that you two were married with the way you introduced yourself nearly identically to your husband. With your back straight and shoulders squared, hands flat, and arms straight at your side, you closed your eyes and bowed.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Itadori-kun." You acquired your business card out of thin air and held it out for the boy. "My name is Nanami [Name], and I'm a senior project manager at Yurukawa Corp. If you or your friends ever get tired of exorcising curses and want to look into engineering, you can ask me!"

Huh?

It was too silent.

When you rose and looked up, you realized that your husband had suddenly materialized out of nowhere. Standing in between you and Itadori, your husband's stern expression could freeze hell over as he stared down at Itadori with a frown, arm outstretched and his hand held up — right where Itadori's eyes would've seen your cleavage when you bent over to bow.

"Itadori-kun."

"Y-Yes!"

"We are going. Now."

The car was completely silent the entire way to the dorm rooms. Quickly shifting the car into park, Itadori jumped at the sudden stop.

No one said a word. The entire ride felt like the air was heavy enough to drown in.

"Itadori-kun." Nanami's eyes were hidden by the reflection in his glasses.

"…Yes?" the boy squeaked out, pressing his index fingers together.

"Never ogle my wife again."

[millienia]

hi !! m not sure if u take rqs but if u do ,, do u mind writing the first years x a rllyyy short reader? any gender is fine !! <3

i didn’t expect you to be so tiny

synopsis: the first years with a.. really short prefect.

gn!yuu

ACE TRAPPOLA

this guy is average (i suppose) height, so he’d probably laugh right in your face about your height.

“HAHA bro how are you that tiny😂😂” coded

you, as a member of the short community, want to do nothing more than yank his hair.

smh.

if you needed to grab something from a shelf taller than you (most shelves in NRC), he’d probably watch you struggle for a hot minute and then laugh at you — only after that routine is he willing to help you out.

“loud sigh, fineeee, since you need my help so bad, i GUESS i’ll help you out”, he says.

though with his reaction, you think you’d much rather have just climbed onto a chair and done it yourself.

you are sick and TIRED.

DEUCE SPADE

he’s not as.. assholey about it as ace, but you can definitely tell he’s aware of your shortness.

the moment you stand in front of a shelf that is, in fact, taller than you — he’s already behind you and has the item you needed in his hands, smiling warmly.

you died.

he carries stuff for you because apparently, ‘you might not be able to carry it! because you’re, well..’

you appreciate it, of course, but —

— you can carry a single grocery bag, okay?

he underestimates you quite a bit because of your height, which is most of the time annoying, but it’s funny sometimes.

JACK HOWL

he’s like 6’3” what the fuck. and considering you’re.. cough cough really short, it’d probably be funny seeing you two standing next to eachother.

the contrast would probably bewilder some people, add-in the fact he’s really muscular and then it’d even be creepy to some.

like deuce, he’d probably underestimate you to some extent because of your.. rather diminutive height.

he’d have to look straight down to see you, and you’d have to crane your neck up to see him, which is honestly sad.

he doesn’t seem like he’d be hard to deal with, though.

he’d just sort of, not really mention the difference.

EPEL FELMIER

short people solidarity WOO!!!

he’d be shaking, crying, shitting, literally all the bodily functions, when he first meets you.

there’s someone in the school who is shorter than him!!

he’d be helping you grab things from shelves, resting his arm on your shoulder or head, and other things.

literally anything to validate himself in the fact he is taller than someone his age.

he’d tease you for being short, but if anyone full-on bullied you about it, he’d beat them up.

lmao.

the day you wear heels that make you taller than him is the day of his downfall.

SEBEK ZIGVOLT

okay, we have to remember what he grew up being taught, alright?

this man is a KNIGHT. bro is CHIVALROUS.

regardless of your height, he’d be helping you carry and grab stuff.

but when you’re short— and much shorter than him—, his, uh, coddling is amped up a bit.

“as a knight, i must protect you! especially because you are so harmless!”

you, who literally survived through multiple overblots: 🧍.

it’s sweet, though.

the effort is definitely there! 

[alexa-fika]

Pops reacting to childreader 💳💳💳💳💳💳💳💳💳💸💸💸🪙💰

I have been cliff hung 1 to many times...

*this part opt but I have a feel either dragon or winged reader would be kinda scared at first.. cus he's built fucking different bro*

Wandering Dragon pt2 (Whitebeard Pirates x fem!reader)

A/N: Homie you got me dying with the comment uou left on the last post and the request made me cough out a lung 😂. What do y’all think bout this one? Cause I think I COOKED, it’s really wholesome

Part one With Whitebeard pirates and revolutionary army

Dividers by @/saradika

“And you know what? Even if you are only 8, I’m sure Pops isn’t going to turn you away. He’s gonna love you, Reader. You are just that darn adorable.”

She digs her head in his shoulder.

He snickers, feeling her face hearing up

“Aww. You’re so cute, you know that? What happened to the bold rascal?” he teases, gently stroking her head and hair.

The only response he receives is a gentle swat from her tail

Ace laughs even more.

“Aww, is that your way of saying you’re shy? “he says, pulling her closer.

“And a bit of a brat, aren’t you? Don’t think I missed that tail swat. But I can’t stay mad at such a cutie, now can I?” Thatch snickers, ruffling her hair

“Hmm... I need to bring you to Pops. You’re getting clingy already.”

She gasps and shoots up

“Am not!”

Ace laughs a bit.

“Are too!” he says, playfully poking her nose.

She pouts

Thatch grins at their interaction and gestures to Ace, who nods slightly; he approaches the girl slowly and suddenly digs his fingers in her.

She shrieks as he starts tickling her as she tries to wriggle out of Ace’s grasp

Thatch laughs loudly at seeing her struggling.

“Heh.. that’s adorable,”

She begins flapping her wings, getting out of his grasp, and flies up and out of the Storage room, giggling

“H-Hey, come back here.”

She laughs, looking back at them as they try to catch up to her, a similar emotion on their faces; as they chase her, she fails to notice where she is going, crashing right into someone.

“Ow, So…rry?” she begins, but her words die out as she sees who she crashed into, as right in front of her was a man the size of a mountain.

She wraps her wings around herself, coiling her tail around her body in a similar manner as she tries to hide from the man in front of her in fear.

The man is none other than Whitebeard himself, looking down at the young stowaway.

“Hm... who are you?” he asks, glancing at the men who run and stop behind her.

Ace laughs, pointing at her.

“We found her below deck. She says her name’s Reader. Looks like she was exploring before we happened upon her. Probably didn’t even know she was on our ship.”

She whimpers, wrapping her limbs tighter around herself until someone slowly steps closer and kneels down next to her; she takes a peek, spotting a man whose appearance reminded her of a pineapple

Marco smiles at the girl.

“Hey, kid. Don’t be scared. I’m not gonna hurt you,” he says softly in a soothing tone for her.

She stares at him but makes no movement to release her defensive stance

He approaches slowly before squatting in front of her.

“Look, I’m the first division commander of this ship. It’s fine. You’re in safe hands. And that guy you crashed into...”

He points at the big guy.

“That’s our captain. Edward Newgate, but most of us just call him Pops. He’s a real sweetheart. But he can be a bit of an intimidating when you first meet him.”

She sniffles, glancing at the man towering next to them and back to Marco, and then glances at Thatch and Ace behind her

Ace and Thatch smile, seeing her look at them.

“Don’t worry,” Ace says gently

“Pops, he’s not gonna hurt you either. No way.” Ace confirms

“Marco’s right. I know he may look intimidating, but he’s like a father to all of us; he would never hurt you,” Thatch says, backing his crewmates up

She glances back to Marco in front of her

He’s still smiling softly at her, not pushing her to come out of her defensive position.

“Do you want to come say hi to him?”

She nods, slowly unfurling herself

Marco gently grabs her hand, walking her right up to Whitebeard himself. He gently nudges her forward so she and the captain can meet each other.

She glances up at him, stretches her wing, and slowly flies up so that she is face-to-face with him

“..ny…mi…ter” she mumbles

He raises an eyebrow

“What was that?”

“You look funny, mister,” she mutters

Whitebeard laughs uproariously.

“Haha! Do I look funny? That is quite an interesting description, young lady. I mean, I suppose I look a bit weird but funny? You’re the only person to ever say that to me.” he snickers

“I like this one, bold one,” he says, glancing down at his sons

“And she’s pretty feisty, I can tell. Not too many kids can call Whitebeard funny,” Thatch adds in

“She’s one of a kind, that’s for sure,” Marco says, smiling at her

“She’s a clingy one, too,” Ace adds

This snaps her out of her shy, fear-filled state as she flies down and barrels into Ace

��Am not!”

Ace laughs, catching her.

“See, clingy!” he says teasingly.

“And a brat, can’t forget that,” Thatch scoffs.

Whitebeard laughs louder, amused by his crew’s responses

She hmph fluttering away from the pair and closer to the giant; she began buzzing around him

Whitebeard chuckles, amused by her playful behavior, as he begins playing with her, making her flutter around.

“Heh, you’re a real-spirited kid. Almost reminds me of a certain someone I know,” he says, looking over to Ace.

“Are you a dragon? You’re big like one.”

Whitebeard laughs at her question, amused by the comparison.

“No, I’m not a dragon. I’m a Human, just a very, very big one.”

“Do you know much about what a devil fruit is, kid?” he asks her

“Yeah! Mister Sabo told me about it! They give you these superb powers, right?”

Ace’s eyes widen

“Oi kid, come over here a sec.”

“Hmm?” They dive down towards the three men

“What?”

“Who did you say told you about a devil fruit?”

“Mister Sabo!”

Ace grins

“By any chance, did this Sabo tell you if he had a devil fruit?”

“Yeah! He said he had a Mera Mera fruit. I thought he was a dragon since he could make fire, but he said he wasn’t a dragon.” She pouts as she says this

“He just ate the Mera Mera and was a fireman! And it’s so funny, 'cause there was this grumpy guy called Dragon, and he wasn’t a dragon either! I was so sad,” she rambles on

Ace burst into laughter, igniting his hand on fire in a similar fashion Sabo had done back then

She looks at it and glances between the flame and Ace’s face a few times

“It’s you!”

Ace grins at her before extinguishing the flames on his hand

“It is me,” he says, confirming the little girl’s discovery

“Mister Sabo said you and him had the same mera mera fruit, which is never heard of!”

Ace nods

“Yup, that’s about right. Me and Sabo both ate a specific type of fruit known as the Mera Mera no Mi; I got really hurt a while ago, was gone for a minute there, which is why we think the mera mera appeared again, and he ate it, so now we both have it’s power” he said pointing to a big scar on his chest

“That’s so cool!” She squeals

“Ah! Are you okay? That looks like a pretty big scar!”

Ace chuckles

“I’m fine now; got seen by the best doctors to get a look at it; one of them is the guy behind you!”

She glances at Marco

“Mister Pineapple did?!”

Marco stills as her comment slight red tint growing on his face while Ace and Thatch start laughing uncontrollably; even Whitebeard lets out a snort at her exclamation

Marco sighs, shaking his head with a slight smile on his face

“Really are a little Rascal,” he mutters

“Yes, I helped patch him up a while back, used my devil fruit,” he said as his body ignited in flames

She gasps

“Did you also eat Mera Mera?”

Marco chuckles

“Not quite. I also ate a devil fruit, but unlike Sabo and Ace, I ate the Tori Tori no Mi.”

“Wah? There’s more than one type?”

“There are hundreds, if not thousands, of them. Each grants you a different power.”

“Superb! Mister Pops, what about you? What fruit did you eat?”

“Me? Well, I happen to have eaten the Gura Gura no Mi. It was a long time ago when I ate it, but it’s a very powerful one. It allows you to control earthquakes and vibrations.” Whitebeard explains with a smile on his face

“That's so cool,” they squeal

“It certainly is,” Whitebeard says, smiling.

“I can do all sorts of things with it, like this.”

He raises his hand, and a massive shockwave emanates from it, shaking the Moby Dick to its core. It even causes the little girl to fly backward into Ace’s arms.

The tiny child squeaks, her coordination being thrown off at the sudden movement

She takes a second to get her surroundings straight but marvels at Whitebeard’s display

“Haha, see what I meant? Pretty potent fruit, huh?” Whitebeard asks, seemingly pleased that the girl is so engaged by his abilities.

Ace takes this as a chance to play around with the little girl a bit, holding her and swinging her slightly as she lands in his arms.

“Ah, that reminds me, Reader, you hungry? I can prepare you something. Got you this in the meantime,” he says, throwing an apple her way

“Thank you! Here!” She says, coughing; the others look worried; their worried stares soon turn into something else as she coughs up some gold coins, offering them to Thatch

They just stare at it dumbfounded as she coughs up gold coins.

“What the hell?!” Thatch exclaims

“Watch your language around her,” Ace says, slapping the back of his head

“Why you…” he growls as they begin brawling

Reader flies above them, laughing at their interactions

“You have a wild family, Mister Pops”

Whitebeard sighs, chuckling at his son’s antics.

“Oh, you have no idea, girl,” he chuckles

Marco laughs quietly at the both of them,

“Settle down, boys,” he chides them, not moving to try and settle the argument between the two of them; as Reader continues laughing at the chaos unfolding, Whitebeard glances at her.

“Man… you’re gonna be a real handful for all of us, aren’t ya?” Whitebeard chuckles

I was intending this to be a real short one but then I couldn’t find a place to stop it without it being to sudden so I just kept going I found a place I could have cut it but then I was like nah, we need more.

Taglist:

@imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

[lbxbx]

Cockpit 7 | knj

Pair: Namjoon x reader

Summary: Namjoon goes through a rough time while getting a divorce, meeting you at the club two weeks in a row when attraction becomes unreal.

Rating: +18 mature content, Smut, divorce, fatherhood.

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“Four aces.” Namjoon puts his cards down and he thinks he won, he claps his hands and takes a sip from his beer. “What do you got?”

“Don’t celebrate too early Joon.” You put your cards down. “Straight flush.” And you finally beat his cards and win the game.

That day was a lazy day for both of you, after your nap you two woke up hungry and ended up cooking pasta with prepackaged sauce to save time, and after dinner he wanted to see if he could beat you in a poker game, and you won the game three times in a row.

“Fuck.” He murmurs. “Practice round.” He tries to manipulate the game which makes you laugh. “I’m ready to play you again and I’ll win.” You shrug.

He nods and takes another sip from his drink. “You got lucky y/n.” He has the habit of messing with you and you know he’s doing it again now so you hit his chest. “You’re such an idiot.” You get up on your feet and collect the plates that were still on the coffee table before you head to the kitchen, he follows you and takes the plates from your hands before putting them in the sink. “You should go lie down, I’ll do the dishes.”

You giggle and cross your arms. “I’m okay, I promise.”

He’s been treating you like a fragile piece of glass the entire day, When you’re making dinner, he felt like a burden when you got up and insisted to cook, even when you didn’t even finish half of your plate, he knows you cooked just because he’s there. So he insisted on helping in the kitchen even though when he turns everything into a disaster.

He washes the plates before stacking them in the dishwasher, you tilt your head and just think.

Why?

Is she blind? His wife must fucking brainless for treating him like utter shit and turning his life upside down.

This man walked out of a book, he’s sweet, sensitive, caring, smart, cute, attractive, and really good in bed. Why would she do that?

You were never the type to praise a man or care for one emotionally because you’re a little sure that most of them are heartless really.

But Kim Namjoon needs to be treated with love, he deserves to be loved and to be taken care of.

There’s just one thing left to do, you’ve studied this man enough and now you need someone else to do that instead, you’re probably blinded by his good looks or something, so you need someone to see him differently.

“Do you have anything planned Friday?” You use your palms for support and jump to sit on the counter, he hums and looks up for a second trying to remember his schedule. “I’m supposed to fly to Gwangju tomorrow night, and I’m flying back Friday evening,” He nods when he remembers before he asks. “Do you wanna do something?”

You didn’t think it much, but this is the perfect opportunity to finally get him to meet your friends. “I’m planning to host a game night with my friends, and I want you to come over and join.”

He grabs the kitchen towel to dry his hands before he scratches the back of his neck, a little hesitated to answer.

“Don’t worry, they already know about you and they’re really nice people.”

You really wish you didn’t say that, because it obviously made him uncomfortable. You can tell from the way he fidgets in his spot and looks away. “I hope I didn’t make things awkward for you.” He says.

You shake your head immediately. “No, Hoseok found out when he saw you here a couple weeks ago, And Jimin actually found out on his own, you’ll get to see the others on Friday, but I promise, other than their inappropriate jokes and really loud arguments, they’re good people.”

He turns to face you again before a smirk sits on his face, taking a few steps closer to you. “So you want to introduce me to your friends?” And you playfully hit his chest, “They’re finally going to see the guy who fucked their friend huh?” He continues. Your face flushes red for a moment and you feel heat creeping all over your body.

He nods slowly. “Sure, I’d love to join then.”

-

“You’re kidding.” Of course it’s Kim Taehyung, who’s face suddenly drops and changes to the point you would barely recognize his features, he’s the last one to find out that Namjoon is joining you tonight and he clearly isn’t that glad about it. “Y/n, he lied to you, you can’t just-“

“I know.” You interrupt him, “I got to know the man very well in the past month, I just need you guys to help me, you’re a guy and you know how guys think, I really care about everyone’s opinion, but I care about yours the most.” You shut the cabinet after grabbing out large bowls for the chips.

You had everything completely planned, you refilled your fridge and mini bar with alcohol and other drinks, you stacked your pantry with different types of chips and candy, and you even made the dips and popped some popcorn.

“You already know my opinion.” He crosses his arms. “And I don’t think I’m going to change it.”

You roll your eyes and sigh. “Just give him a chance, oh and please oh please don’t scare him off and don’t do that thing with your face.” You pause. “Oh and please don’t mention anything about his personal life, I already warned the guys and now I’m telling you, he doesn’t have to know that you know.”

“I’m not going to mention anything, but I can’t promise you anything about not scaring him off.” He grabs the bowls and heads out to the living room, he’s really irritated that when he saw Jungkook in front of him, he snapped at him loudly. “Jungkook will you please move your fat ass and drag the poker table to the living room?” He scolds the younger which makes you laugh, you know the topic of Namjoon irritated him just because he’s really protective of you, they all are, but Taehyung never had close girl friends and you’re the first one ever, that’s why he protects you at all costs.

“I kinda wish Namjoon joined us all the time if you’re going to wear dresses like these.” Jungkook finally gets up to get the poker table, you cringe and kick him in the shin. “What a creep.”

You do admit you look good in that dress, you had just bought it, a dark grey shapewear slip dress that complemented and highlighted every single curve on your body, it had a square collar to bring out your tits, and it was a little above the knee. You matched it with the pair of slippers you wear around your house, cute but really attractive.

Jimin grabs the bowl of chips into his lap and starts eating. “Where is he anyway? Is he always late?”

You rub your forehead, all of them are acting weird today as if they got jealous, not jealous in a romantic way, but jealous in a possessive-over-their-friend jealous. “He landed an hour ago, so he should be here any minute.” You head back to the kitchen and take out ash trays, some of your friends were social smokers and they always light up a few smokes during game nights.

The door bell rings and you hear the rushing footsteps from the living room, and like the kids they are, they rush to check the cameras before they all take their seats and act nonchalant, but all eyes are on the door.

Poor Namjoon he’s about to be scared off.

“Can someone please get the door?” You yell from the kitchen.

Namjoon was a little taken back when the door was opened by Yoongi, he was expecting you to be the one to open, his eyes even wonder inside the house looking for you. “Hi.” Yoongi shoots a smile before stretching his hand out to shake Namjoon’s. “I’m Yoongi, come on in.”

And the moment Namjoon steps in, he lets out a nervous smile and looks around the room aching to find you, he’s getting nervous by the second especially when all of them are looking at him.

“Joon?” You finally get out of the kitchen with the ashtrays in one hand, and just like magic, Namjoon suddenly feels like he’s home, his breath is regular again and his heart beat is.. Well he’s still anxious about meeting your friends.

“There you are.” You purposely give him a hug and a kiss on his cheek in front of your friends. “How was your flight?”  He wraps one arm around you and kisses you back on the cheek .”It was great, you look outstanding.”

He did notice the dress and he so desperately wants to check you out but everyone is looking. You giggle and put your hand behind his back. “Guys, this is Namjoon.”

And you introduce him to each one of them, you were too occupied looking at Namjoon’s body language and behavior to notice any discomfort, but he’s doing surprisingly okay, not because your friends are nice to him, but because you’re here with him.

What you didn’t know is that Taehyung is studying this man head to toe, he knows how men look when they’re attracted to someone, and he knows how they even act, and he’s a little amused when he sees the way Namjoon looks at you, he knows that you two know each other for a month, but Namjoon’s looks give him away, he does have something for you, and it’s very obvious.

“Come on everyone, take your seats.” Seokjin stands up, Namjoon pulls a chair for you next to him and speaks. “y/n is on my team.” Which lights up the first argument around the table, calling you on his team is like calling out for shotgun and everyone wanted you to be on their team.

-

Namjoon sits between the hyenas and you’re genuinely scared when he’s around your friends, you still don’t know how far along Namjoon will be able to endure,  your friends are really heavy blooded and ruthless when it comes to joking and making fun of each other.

“It’s me, Namjoon, Yoongi and Mia against the rest of you.” Hoseok said while examining his cards.

You had already played a couple rounds and called it over, but they decided to continue playing since the bet just got higher and they all have alcohol in their systems.

“Yoongi and Mia should play in different teams.” Taehyung teases. “Make them fight.”

Yoongi flips Taehyung off and you look at Namjoon worried he may think this is too much, but he laughs and looks at his cards, his long fingers shuffling through them, a little too focused on them.

“Are they good?” You put your arm on the back of his chair, and he startles for a second, totally not used to being touched in public like that. “Hmm?” He looks at you, your noses almost brushing against each other. “Your cards.” You explain and brush a hair strand away from his face.

“Yeah, they’re not bad.” He says, looking back at his cards. “Come closer.” He proper grabs your chair and pulls you closer to him.

“Come on captain you’re up.” Jimin got way too excited, which makes everyone laughs at him at the nickname he just called Namjoon, and they continue calling him that for the rest of the game.

You get up to get more beer from the kitchen and you hear their voices go louder when the game gets hotter, you return to the living room and you see them pick at Namjoon for being too obvious with his expression, almost exposing his cards. He’s handling it well and biting back at them, they’re still joking of course. You grin and walk closer to him, wrapping an arm around him from behind. “Now stop teasing him will you.” You print a soft kiss on his neck, inhaling his perfume. “They’re just jealous you’re a better player.” You raise an eyebrow at the team playing against him.

Namjoon’s cheeks flush and his heart races a little, he’s been fighting the urge to touch you since the night started, he even finds himself salivating at the look of your bottom lip bitten between your teeth when you’re looking at him, his pants are getting a little uncomfortable for him.

Your actions don’t go unnoticed by your friends and you clearly see Jungkook smirking and Taehyung’s eyes locked onto Namjoon.

You pull your chair and get back into your seat next to him, you feel his thigh pressed against the side of yours and it burns to the touch, you’re trying so hard to control yourself but you’re on the verge of taking him to your bedroom for a little ‘chat’.

You lean in closer to put your chin on his shoulder and take a look at his cards, he’s already got the winning cards but he’s stalling you’re friends and messing with them. You look at him and your eyes meet, he grins and stares at your lips for a split second before looking back into your eyes.

Taehyung’s eyes are piercing at the two of you now which doesn’t go unnoticed by his girlfriend Jade, who ends up elbowing him subtly gaining his attention, but he just couldn’t help but to look back at Namjoon.

Taehyung himself has the highest body count out of everyone, and he’s been with way too many girls and he managed to get away with an excuse not to call them again, he even didn’t call Jade back after their first night together. He knows that men actually do end up calling back women they actually do find attractive, or women who they can benefit of.

Then he thinks, what would Namjoon want to benefit out of you? He’s financially stable, quite good looking he could just point out to any woman and she’ll go on her knees for him, a man with an admirable job, apparently someone who doesn’t mind long term relationship since he’s already married.

Oh yes, the man is married.

And Taehyung finds it funny that they’re all sitting there basically showing him that it’s okay to cheat on his wife with their best friend, gosh this is fucked up on so many levels.

Your friends know that Namjoon is your current fling, but if anyone outside of your circle who doesn’t get the context they would think you two are madly in love. No no…

They would think he’s madly in love.

Plus, Taehyung first considered Namjoon to be a total red flag, but after a couple hours from sitting around the table with him, he doesn’t seem half bad, actually, he’s really cool, and very smart.

Oh and for you?

You totally don’t care who’s looking and who’s not, you’re totally feeling up Namjoon’s thighs under the table, your fingers squeezing softly on his inner thigh, he manages to hide his facial expressions really well, but he man spreads his legs to give you more space to stroke more of his covered skin. “Royal flush.” He couldn’t wait to put his cards down on the table just so he can lay his palm over yours, proper grabbing it and putting it on his clothed erection. The idea itself is arousing the two of you when you’re surrounded by other people and teasing each other with touches from under the table.

“I’m calling Namjoon and y/n on my team the next round.” Hoseok calls which makes Seokjin argue. “That’s not fair, you only get to choose one.”

“Not a chance, Namjoon and I are a team.” You take a sip from your bear.

Of course Namjoon is unbothered by the argument, hell he’s not even listening, his eyes are fidgeting between your hand that’s rubbing his boner subtly under the table, and on your lips and chest rising when you’re breathing.

He could take you right now on the poker table and they can watch, he won’t mind.

-

“Next week, I promise I’ll find a place.” Hoseok suggests when they were already planning the next weekend with Namjoon, they usually discuss it with you but they’re all over the guy, and he’s doing pretty well that he was planning everything and they were listening carefully. You’re watching in awe as they talk to him like they’ve known him for years, and it makes you feel a little anxious.

You recall what he told you the other day, and he was totally right, this isn’t just a hookup, it’s way more than this and that’s what’s making you anxious.

Namjoon digs into his pocket to fish out his phone and he unlocks it. “My parents got this beach house on the outskirts, we could go there. It has a pool and a hot tub and we can light up the bonfire by the beach at night.”

Jungkook is standing really close to Namjoon, he even grabs the phone from the older’s hands and starts swiping through the pictures, an amused look on Jungkook’s face. “How rich are your parents? This house is incredible—Oops, sorry.” Both their faces change and you panic a little wondering what they saw, Jungkook swiped too far and a picture of Jay appears on the screen, of course Jungkook is smart enough to swipe back to the previous photos quickly without making it seem awkward, but it actually is.

You even earn a look from both Taehyung and Seokjin, the air even tenses up a little, you look at Namjoon who contains himself and acts like nothing happened, he thinks that they don’t know, and that they will probably assume that it’s his nephew or brother or anything. But really, they all do know and they’re not acting oblivious enough, thank god he doesn’t notice.

“Okay, clear up your schedules for the next weekend, no excuses y/n.” Jimin speaks sarcastically and you realize you’re holding your breath, you rejected going with them a couple weeks ago, but now since you have your plus one, you actually wanna go. “Shut up.” You squint your eyes at him.

“I should get going.” Seokjin gets up. “I’m on call tomorrow.”

“I need to go too, I’m visiting my parents tomorrow.” Jimin gets up too and walks closer to give you a hug. “I had so much fun tonight, thanks for having us.”

“I had fun too.” You kiss his cheek. “Drive safe.” And he bids goodbye with Seokjin and they get going.

You grab the empty plates and pickup the empty cans of bear when Mia gets up to grab the rest of the empty bowls. “Let me help you.”

Both of you head to the kitchen and you start rinsing the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher, you can sense that Mia has something to say from the way she’s hovering around you and scratching her eyebrow awkwardly, her eyes carefully scanning you. “Are you okay?” You ask.

You and Mia always shared secrets together and she was always there for you, and so were you, she came up to you for an advice every time she had an argument with Yoongi, you both trust each other.

“Do you not see it?” She whispers, her hand sitting on her hip, one of your eyebrows cocks up in confusion, you’re totally clueless on what she’s about to say. “See what?”

“The way he looks at you, he’s head over heels.”

You roll your eyes before you chuckle. “Mia, Namjoon and I met exactly 6 weeks ago, of course he’s not head over heels for me, what are you talking about.”

“Honey, Yoongi asked me to be his girlfriend after our third date.” She spits. “And look at us now.”

You shrug one shoulder and shake your head. “I can’t see what you’re talking about, he’s still married and he has a child, so this is all probably temporary, no strings attached.”

“No strings attached?” She laughs quietly. “Girl, he’s over here handling your annoying friends on a Friday night. Plus, he’s getting a divorce, so this doesn’t count.”

You pause for a second before you look at the woman. “Who told you that?”

“Hobi told us.” She bites on her fingernails, the asshole did read the papers, but why didn’t he tell you?

“It doesn’t mean anything, he’s not getting the divorce because of me.” You step on the pedal of the trashcan to get rid of the empty cans of drinks.

She sighs. “I’m just saying think it through—“

“Of course I’m not going to, especially when I don’t know where he is about this.” You interrupt her, you had a point. Of course you’re not going to like a man who you met only 6 weeks ago, what if he was on a total different page than where you think you are?

“Baby? Come on, we should be going home.” Yoongi leans against the kitchen door frame and he feels like he interrupted something. “Is there anything wrong?”

“Not at all.” You turn towards the sink and wash your hands.

“What do you think about Namjoon?” Mia asks, her arms crossed, she already knows what her husband thinks, she just wants you to know that he thinks the same.

Yoongi pauses for a second before he puts his hands in his pockets. “I personally think he’s okay, but Jungkook out there is all over your boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You grit on your teeth before you peak your head out of the kitchen door, Jungkook is sitting really close next to Namjoon, and both of them are in what seems to be an important topic,  before he flexes his arm muscles and feels up Namjoon’s. Men.

You roll your eyes and get back into the kitchen. “Jungkook is all over everyone even himself.”

Yoongi laughs quietly before walking closer to you, pulling you into a soft hug. “It doesn’t matter what we think y/n, it’s what you think that matters. I know you wanted us to study the man, and we do actually like him, but it’s you who matters.” And his wife nods eagerly showing you that this somehow was her point too before she adds. “And he seems to fancy you a lot.”

“Yeah.” Yoongi agrees. “But take it slow, will you? The man is still married and we don’t know what’s happening next.”

You sigh and rub your forehead. He’s making sense, and you’re not sure why you’re a little afraid to admit that you finally like someone, but you do, except no matter how hard you think it’s okay to like someone, it still feels wrong when he’s involved with someone else.

“We had so much fun tonight, take care chief.” He squeezes you closer and kisses your cheek. “Goodnight.”

You walk them towards the door, they bid goodbye to everyone before they leave. Jungkook is still occupied talking with Namjoon and the poor guy is listening and he seems to be actually interested.

Taehyung and his girlfriend finally get up too, he walks closer to you to pull you in for a hug. “We had so much fun tonight.” He prints a soft kiss on your cheek before he whispers. “You wanna go out for coffee tomorrow? Just us two.”

You wrap your arms around him and kiss him back on the cheek. “Sure, I’ll call you.” You’re a little glad he suggested this date, you know he’s going to let it all out.

He nods and pulls back before saying goodbye to everyone, actually handshaking Namjoon specifically with a smile on his face, before he grabs his girlfriend and leaves.

You finally walk closer to Namjoon who’s sitting on the couch with his arms crossed, Jungook in front of him on the coffee table not planning to shut his mouth anytime soon, you squeeze in between them and sit on Namjoon’s leg and hug him closer.

The poor man isn’t used to being touched like this or publicly shown affection at all, he’s startled to the point where he doesn’t know what to do with his hands, you grab his arm and put it explicitly on your ass, totally unbothered by the existence of Hoseok and Jungkook.

They’ve done a lot worse so you secretly think that it’s your turn to finally do things like that.

“Did he give you a headache?” You pout, running your fingers through his hair and scratching the back of his head, he melts completely by your touch and he even closes his eyes, barely shaking his head.

“Oh, I’m the one having a headache, you’ve been blabbering nonstop.” Hoseok complains, gritting on his teeth at Jungkook, he gets up and collects his wallet and keys. “I’m going home, I’ll see you next week Namjoon.”

He manages to kiss you on the cheek softly while you’re still sitting on Namjoon’s legs before leaving and forcing Jungkook to finally leave.

You fall next to Namjoon on the couch, yawning and stretching your arms. “Can you please lock the door?”

He laughs quietly before using his palms for support to hover over you, printing a few kisses on your jaw and neck. “But I need to go home.” To which you immediately pout, “One night won’t hurt.”

He leans his forehead against yours and comes to realization, that the last time his lips touched yours was actually very long ago, and as much as he actually wanted to just fuck you senseless, he’s holding back to avoid making you uncomfortable, he doesn’t even dare to press his lips against yours.

He also can’t say no to you, he shrugs it off and finally nods. “One night won’t hurt.”

Even though both of you have been teasing each other with touches the entire night, you still can’t do anything with him since you’re on the last few days of your period.

He rises up on his feet and moves towards the door to lock it before clicking on a few buttons to dim the lights. And from his walk back towards you, you can easily tell that he’s been suffering with his boner that’s hiding in his jeans.

“I’m sorry.” You giggle playfully, he follows your eyesight and scoffs, his hands immediately rushing to his pockets to relieve some of the tightness. “Don’t worry, I got used to having blue balls my entire life.” He sarcastically speaks.

His joke makes you laugh your heart out, your head even falls back on the couch. He finds it contagious that he laughs with you, walking closer to lean his palm on the back of the couch and leaning down to kiss you on the neck and jaw, your laugh slowly halting down and your bottom lip sits between your teeth. “Come on, let’s go to bed.” He grabs you by your hand and pulls you up.

To say he’s trying so hard is an understatement. The way you currently look is making him near losing it, your hair is frizzy and your eyes are half closed, even your dress is no longer covering your legs. Fuck he needs to touch you.

“Ugh.” You groan when you look at the poker table. “Can you please take it inside?”

He looks back at the poker table and carries it up, his veiny arms about to rip his t-shirt open when they bulge, this big boy is insanely attractive that it’s hard for you to keep your hands to yourself.

-

“Of course not.” He pouts, you’re both in bed, your head on his bare chest and he’s tugging random strands of your hair, you look at him and squint your eyes. “Well, I do mind.”

He’s been trying to convince you since the moment you two got in bed, that he won’t mind sex during your period, and of course you argued with the only reasonable excuse, it’s going  to be a blood bath.

“Are you saying you don’t mind other stuff?” He suggestively asks, his finger tapping your nose softly, you know exactly what he means and you take a second to answer. “I don’t know, the whole idea is odd to me.”

He shrugs one shoulder. “We can try if you want to.” Which makes you scoff and roll your eyes. “You’re just saying that because your dick won’t go soft.” And he nods quickly. “I know, it won’t go soft when you’re this close to me and I can’t touch you.”

This knot sits in the pit of your stomach and you feel your body heat up, it feels really good to be sexually craved by someone, you love hearing it so much. “I can’t say I’m not flattered.” You lie down on your stomach, your elbows supporting your upper half as you grab a strand of your hair messing with it. “We could try I guess.”

He looks at your lips and licks his lower one, he could easily bust a nut at how far his imagination is going. “Okay.” He throws the blanket away from your bodies and drops it on the floor before bucking his hips up to pull his boxers down, his throbbing and already leaking cock slams against his lower stomach, the head already red and sensitive.

You swallow when you’re mouth suddenly excretes a stupid amount of saliva, you could kill to just choke on  his dick, you want to make him feel good.

He leans both his arms behind his head and gives you an inviting look, he’s fully surrendered to you, he wants you to help him.

You spit on your palm and wrap your fingers around his cock, instant heat rushes through his body and even his legs spread apart a little. He swallows once, his hand then moves to caress the side of your face softly, he’s been waiting for this moment for a while now.

You stroke his erection slowly, your  eyes focused on the only task you have in your hand, you wanted to just jerk him off at the beginning, but now you need to taste him.

You move your mouth closer to his dick and print the softest kiss on the tip, your eyes now locked into his, you lick once from the base of his shaft to the very tip, a string of saliva mixes with his precum and stays attached to your bottom lip, your other hand moves to the tip to smear his precum with your index finger before you put  it in your mouth, the saltiness sits on your taste buds, and it tastes fucking good.

His cock twitches in your hand at the sight of you doing so, you even giggle playfully and kiss the head again. “All that for me?” You whisper. His eyes almost roll to the back of his head when you wrap your lips around the head and bob your head down and up, your hair falling on your face. “Good fucking girl, just like  that.”

You bob your head lower each time before you pull back and stroke it again, you look him into the eyes and speak with a low voice. “I can suck your cock better than she does”

“Fuck!” He moans at the top of his lungs before he accidentally cums too fast, you even gasp when he shoots his cum in the air and it lands down on his stomach and on your hand, a little drop falling on the corner of your mouth, he holds the bed sheets into his fist and bucks his up with every spill. “Mmm,” His chest heaves dramatically when he’s done, his cock still in your hand and you’re still stroking him slowly. “Look at the mess you made.” You teasingly click your tongue, he looks down at you and smiles lazily. “This is so fucking embarrassing.”

You giggle and climb up towards him, you press the softest kiss on his lips and he immediately kisses you back eagerly, begging to feel more of your lips against his, he’s been wanting to kiss you the entire night, he licks your bottom lip and grabs your head closer, his tongue licks the small drop of his cum near your lips and he spits it into your mouth and you’re more than glad to swallow it.

He pulls back from the kiss and grabs your hand. “Let me clean you up.” He licks every drop of cum off of your fingers and kisses you back on the lips to spit the remaining cum into your mouth and again you swallow.

He wraps his arms around your hips and turns you so you lay flat on the bed, he hovers on top of you and prints small kisses repeatedly on your lips before he moves down to your neck, kissing it and licking softly which makes your body heat up again.

Namjoon never had the chance to study the female body correctly, his previous sexual life was solely just about getting the job done, of course it felt good to him, but with you this whole experience feels new to him and it’s filled with ecstasy. He wanted to explore your body, know what you’re into, not just because it felt insanely erotic to him, but he wanted to please you and make you feel good and satisfied.

He moves down to your chest, your nipples are perked up from underneath your tight white top from the blood pumping all over your body, almost begging to be touched by him, his index finger circles your hard covered nipple softly, his eyes focused on it and his tongue running on his lower lip.

He sticks his tongue out and licks the fabric once, rubs it with his index finger again and now using his thumb to pinch it lightly, your cunt feels numb and you can’t press your thighs together since he’s nestled between your legs.

The moisture he applied to your clothed nipple makes the shirt no longer white, it’s started to get see through and he can see it better now. “You can take my top off if you want to.” You suggest, a little out of breath, he looks up into your face to see the really obvious red flush on your face, now he’s a little more eager to make you cum.

He doesn’t hesitate as his warm fingers climb on your torso from under the shirt and he throws it off of you, your breasts fully exposed to him now, one of his hands lean on the pillow behind you to support his upper half, and the other gropes your breast in a tight grip, fuck, It hurts, but still feels so good.

He leans down and licks the valley between your tits and licks your nipple before sucking on it for his dear life, pulling his head back a little with your breast still in his mouth, the tugging makes your back arch against him, your hand moves to grab his wrist that’s leaning against the pillow. “Shit.” You clench your jaw when you feel your nipple sitting between his teeth, your eyes meet and he grins, almost threatening to actually bite it.

You grab onto his face, your thumb on his right cheek and the rest of your fingers on his left one. “No biting.”

Seeing you under him like that is more than enough to make him erect all over again like he didn’t just shoot a load a couple minutes ago, you find out when you accidentally graze your thigh between his legs and you feel his cock brushing against your skin. You really are flattered.

And he obeys, moving to your other breast to give it some love, before he turns you to lay on your side, and he lays behind you skin to skin, his arm sits under your head and he leans his forehead on the side of your face to kiss your ear. “Did I tell you how much I liked the dress you were wearing tonight?”

Your eyes automatically shut when you feel his hot breath into your ear when he speaks, you let out a breath when your head falls back against his. “You had no idea how much I wanted to bend you over that poker table and fuck your tight cunt.” He whispers, no he explicitly moans into your ear when he speaks. “Let them see how good your man can stretch that tight little pussy of yours.”

You shut your eyes tightly and you can’t take it anymore, you need to cum, you need him to touch you or do anything, you have to cum. “Fuck, Namjoon it hurts.”

“Hmm?” He hums, kissing your ear again, your hand moves to hold onto his that you’re leaning your head onto, you squeeze onto his palm and beg. “Please, please make me cum.”

He could embarrassingly cum fast like he did a couple minutes ago, but this time he’s able to hold back.

“You wanna cum?” He teasingly asks, his free hand grazes on the side of your body before it moves to your ass, he squeezes it into his palm and gives you the hardest spank ever, your butt cheek tingles with heat, on regular bases it would hurt, but now, it’s pushing you closer to your end.

His fingers hook on the elastic band of your panties before he pulls it down to reach your thighs, then wraps his fingers around his erection and settles it against your folds, your wet cunt glazing his cock and making it glisten when he rubs it in between your folds.

The numbness in your cunt hurts and you could feel your arousal on your own thighs, you’re getting way too impatient and eager for him that you grind your hips against his. You know he’s not going to penetrate since you’re basically still on your period, so grinding will do the job.

He grabs onto the back of your thigh and lifts one of your legs up to give him the desired space to start grinding against your folds, the slickness from your cunt making it easier to grind against you.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel the tip of his dick rub against your throbbing clitoris repeatedly, your jaw drops and you even reach for the back of his head behind you and pull onto his hair. “You’re gonna make me cum, please—“

“I know baby, can you hold back for me just a little?” He whispers into your ear, his irregular breath against your ear sending shivers across your body. “Just a little.” And you respond with shaking your head, your lips falling between your teeth, the knot inside your stomach is going to burst any second now. “I can’t.��� You tug onto his hair tighter and grind your hips against his, your butt cheek slams against his body and you finally release, the heat washes through your spine and back and you could see starts in your eyes. “Ha.. Namjoon, I’m sorry.. I couldn’t.” Your hand falls and you start panting for a breath.

He kisses your ear softly and runs his hand on your thighs, pressing his fingers lightly into your skin and he can feel the heat of your body on his fingers tips. “You’re off the hook this time.” He teasingly whispers before he pulls back from behind you, his eyes land on his dick and he sees how much you’ve soaked him with your cream and he smirks, totally ignoring the little smear of blood on his dick.

He sits up on his knees on the bed and helps you lay flat on the bed again before pressing his lips against yours for a few wet kisses, his tongue grazing on your lower lip, his hand grabs onto yours and he leads it to his cock that’s seconds away to busting a nut.

Your body already feels loose that it takes you seconds to gather the strength to stroke his cock, taking the speed up every second, pleasure washes through his entire body that he can’t focus on the kiss and return it to you, his forehead falls against yours and his jaw falls down, his breath quickening and his eyelids falling down slowly. “That’s it.” He managed to hiss under his breath, both his palms sit on the pillow behind you and he lets you do all the work, your hands are getting tired that you have to stop for a second to change your rhythm, which makes him hold his cock into his own hands and stroke it fast.

You feel the need to not waste a drop, so you position your head near his cock and stick your tongue out, clearly telling him to cum on your mouth and face, and that’s the last thing he needs to see so he just lets go and shoots out continuous ribbons of his seed on your tongue and face, decorating it just the way he likes, and he swears you looked fucking gorgeous with his cum all over your face. “Fuck-“ He grunts and his hand falls down, his cock twitching and still shooting out cum on your tongue.

One of your hand grazes on his big thighs and the other one just cleans the cum off of your face to put it into your mouth, your eyes meets his and he stares at you out of breath and in awe, watching you clean every drop of his seed and put it into your mouth, you smirk when you see his cock twitching at the sight, before you stick your tongue out to show him the cum you gathered inside your mouth and swallow it, giving your lower lip a single lick. “Hmm.” You sit up on your knees and pull your panties back up, before wrapping your arms around his shoulder and smacking your tongue teasingly at him. “You taste okay.” You shrug, which makes him laugh and wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him, his soft dick grazing on your lower stomach. “You’re fucking incredible.”

“I know.” You tease and kiss his cheek once. “Now you can go to sleep.”

Both of you lay down on the bed, his back faces you and you hug him from behind, kissing his bare shoulder softly before you finally go to sleep.

-

You walk into the warm café and the scent of the freshly roasted coffee beans and freshly bakes pastries wafts through your nose, you miss going to cafés like that since you’ve been deprived from it ever since you started your job, you used to study in coffee shops back then.

You look around and finally spot Taehyung on one of the tables waving his hand towards you, you walk closer to him, give him a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek, before you pull the chair across from him and take a seat.

Almost one hour in and you two spend it catching up on daily things, his job, yours, his girlfriend and how he’s planning to ask her to move it, before he finally speaks of the not so forgotten topic and asks you about Namjoon.

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you?” You ask him, your eyes locked into his face to study his features, you’re getting anxious slowly and impatient to know what he thinks.

He takes a long sip of his iced Americano before he rests his back against the chair and crosses his arms. “Does it matter what I say?” And that confuses you for a second. “He seems to like you, but we need to address the elephant in the room y/n, he’s still married and you don’t even know where you are on this whole thing.” He shrugs.

You lean your elbows on the table and shrug. “You’re right, but I’m not being delusional Tae, he clearly feels something, don’t you think?”

And he nods. “Perhaps, yeah.” Before he continues. “Look we just need to give it some time, you guys just started talking and you’re just high on each other.”

You huff and take a sip of your drink. “The man is perfect” And it feels like a heavy weight on your shoulder just disappeared when you finally said that to someone. Taehyung grins and shrugs slightly. “The guys like him.”

“And you?”

“I do.” He says. “But it doesn’t matter what any of us thinks, it’s all up to you.”

“You’re not really helping me.” You whine and hit his leg from under the table.

“We can’t discuss anything right now, we need to know where he is at least, we could be reading him wrong after all.” He rubs his leg before cursing at you under his breath.

“Then what are we doing here?” You blink your eyes, “I thought we were going to discuss the entire thing.”

“I just want you to take everything slow, we’re all here for you and we’ve got your back.” He puts his hand over yours and squeezes it softly. “You’re a successful woman, who’s smart enough to take her own decisions and know what’s good for her and what’s not.”

You thought the heavy weight on your shoulders is gone but it’s slowly returning, you’ve always seen people falling in and out of love and you always rolled your eyes at the entire idea, why would people deliberately go through relationships when most of them go down the pooper? That’s why you never did relationships.

And now for a second you judge Namjoon, this man is going through a rough patch in his life all because of his failed marriage, and yet again he’s right here, clearly developing feelings for you and choosing to go sort of the same path again.

“You’re right.” You nod. “I would be lying if I told you I didn’t like the man, I actually do and he ticks everything on my list, I just need to be careful, that’s all.”

“Good.” He squeezes your hand again for reassurance. “How good is the sex?”

Your drink goes through your nose and you actually choke, you cover your mouth and cough repeatedly trying to clear out your airway. “Shut up.” You manage to curse at him.

-

“What do you mean? Of course this can’t happen.” Her father is in mere denial, the divorce papers fall accidentally in his hands. Copies has been sent in the mail on Monday morning to him and his daughter.

She wanted this to happen long time ago but she didn’t realize that she’s dragging down her entire family with her. She too was silenced and forced by her father to do the whole thing since the beginning, so she saw it coming.

She’s going to have to pay for all the manipulation that was done by her family to Namjoon’s.

Namjoon didn’t even tell anyone about the divorce that was going to happen, he filed for it a little before he met you, and then when he did meet you, he knew that he cannot and will not end up with the woman he has under his roof, this can’t be his ending. So he called a few people and even paid his lawyer to help him end it faster.

Her on the other hand just locked the door behind her when she got back to their house, the mail is in her hand and although the title is already clear, she’s still confused by it..

Ministry of Justice,

Seoul family court, Gangnam.

Divorce Agreement.

With her full name on it, she squints her eyes and finally opens the mail eagerly, almost ripping the envelope, luckily Jay slept on the way home, she carried him into his bed before she opened the mail.

It’s her name, and Namjoon’s name, she did see it coming, but she never knew how she would react. But she’s breaking into cold sweat, worried what her family might think if they knew.

Her purpose of this marriage is long gone when she finished her education that was paid by Namjoon’s parents, her parents live off of his family now, but she never needed their money, she never bought herself clothes, makeup, or even anything she craved because it’s their money.

She didn’t pay actual money for her education, she paid her life when she decided to share it with Namjoon.

She despises him, the way he talks, the way he moves, his hands, his eyes, his face. She hates his sense of humor, his voice tone. She even hates the way he breathes or snores. She too, can’t end up with him.

And no matter how hard she tried to convince her family that she’d do anything to make them live a better life without the Kim’s, it ended up with fights and arguments and actual threats from them.

So she went with it, married the man, but she made a promise to herself, that she’s going to turn his life into hell, she never cared what would happen to him, or if it would hurt him or not, so she just went ahead.

And the divorce papers in her hand are the actual clue that her plan worked. But fuck, she knows that this divorce will wreck their lives. She’s terrified by her family.

The door unlocks and Namjoon walks in and he’s in his uniform since he just flew back from Gwangju, he doesn’t even bother to look at her, he kicks off his shoes and loosens his tie.

Something inside her tells her to just make things right, so she just hides the papers back into the envelope and quickly into her purse. “N-namjoon?”

He turns his back to her and walks into his room, closing the door behind him, he still doesn’t know that she got the papers.

She takes a few steps closer to the door and her hand hovers over the door knob, she’s a split second away from opening the door, but Namjoon locks it from the inside.

She doesn’t know what she wants, or what to do.

-

“Please? I’ve been wanting to go for a while.” He whines with a pout on his face that you can hear through the phone.

You’re in your bed, you were sleeping before he called you since you were on the previous night shift, you have the phone pressed against your ear with your eyes still closed, he’s been trying to convince you about the wine tasting tour.

“I’ll come pick you up, and you can call it a date.”

Your eyes are no longer closed when he speaks of a date this easily, you two haven’t been together alone in public other than the day of your conference, and it was a coincidence that day. But he’s asking you to go out on a date with him, and you weren’t even sure you were at that point yet.

“Joon—“ You sigh. “I don’t know.”  Your phone starts vibrating in your hand and you look at the screen to find him requesting a video chat, and you don’t hesitate a second to accept the call.

Your faces meet and he’s lost at the sight of you for a second before he smiles, his pearly whites and dimples clearly visible. “You’re still in bed?” He asks, leaning his phone on the nightstand near his bed, you could see him topless and unzipping his pants.

“Yeah.” You rub  your eyes and stretch, leaning your phone against the pillow next to yours and snuggling under the blanket. “How was your flight?”

“Don’t change the subject.” He smirks. “Are we going wine tasting tonight?” a smile creeps on your face before you click your tongue. “Let me think about it, I need time to decide.”

He puts his clothes on the couch next to his bed while laughing and walking back to his phone to grab it. “Alright. Until then, what are you wearing?” He licks on his bottom lip as he finally sits on his bed and lights up a cigarette.

You take a long breath before you teasingly look under your blanket.

It’s boiling hot outside, and you’ve had too many snacks on your shift that you couldn’t wait to get home and actually get rid of your scrubs, so you chose to sleep with only your panties.

“A ball gown.” You joke, barely stifling a smirk. And he laughs quietly, trying not to be loud. “I don’t believe you.”

“I like to dress to impress, mister Kim.” You giggle, he raises an eyebrow and blows a cloud of smoke. “Then show it to me.”

He knows you’re not wearing anything since he can see your bare shoulders, you have your blanket covering your upper half. “How was your flight again?” You ask and he rolls his eyes. “You’re such a tease.”

You crack a laugh at him before you finally nod. “Alright, I’ll go on the wine tasting tour with you.”

“Thank you.” He smiles at his phone screen. “I’ll come by this afternoon and we’ll be picked up from your place.”

Namjoon heard about this tour from one of the cabin crew earlier this week, and he’s been wanting to go since then and he wanted to go with you, he’s itching to show you off in public even when he still can’t and you two aren’t even labeled yet.

He enjoys your company so much, and he knows you do too, he can be himself around you and he knows he won’t be judged.

“Okay.” You yawn and snuggle into your blanket, still sleepy. “Can I get back to sleep?”

His lips curve into a little smile when he admires how cute you look when you’re tired and sleepy, he’s admiring your face for too long that he even forgot to answer you. “Namjoon?” You ask, which snaps him out of his thoughts. “Yeah, alright. I’ll see you later.”

You nod before you wave your hand to him, he waves back and finally ends the call and you go back to sleep.

Namjoon on the other hand, finishes booking for the tour while he’s taking the last few puffs of his cigarettes before his phone starts to glitch, it seems to be that there are two people calling him at the same time, and it’s his father and father in law, which makes him panic for a second.

Of course he decides to ignore his father in law’s call and call back his own father. “Dad?”

His father’s voice tone full of worry when speaks. “Namjoon? What’s the matter? Is it true what they’re talking about?”

Namjoon is completely clueless that everyone knows of the divorce now, he’s even clueless that his wife got the papers. “What are you talking about?”

“The divorce? Is it really happening?” He asks, and Namjoon doesn’t hesitate for a second to answer. “Yes dad, I made that decision on my own.”

“You two were incredible together, what’s the matter?” That makes Namjoon scoff, “Are you sure we can’t work things out?”

“No dad, nothing can fix this.” Namjoon swallows the dry lump in his throat, he regrets the years he spent with his wife, he wishes he can just erase that chapter from his life because it did engrave a type of trauma into him.

His father is in denial and so is his father in law, everything seemed to be okay to them, but they never saw anything behind closed doors.

“Please tell him to never contact me, and if he has anything to say, tell him to save it until the day of the hearing.” Namjoon says with a solid tone, not willing to negotiate the entire thing what so ever.

“When’s your hearing?” His father asks and Namjoon answers. “September 12th.”

An audible sigh escapes his father’s mouth. “But son, that’s your birthday.”

“I know, and I got everything under control dad, don’t worry.” Namjoon’s stomach drops when he speaks of the hearing, he feels extremely anxious and  impatiient.

He’s confident that after going through this difficult and challenging experience, he will be starting fresh and new that day.

He cannot wait to feel reborn.

[kunikame]

# PURPLE LILACS !

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ace trappola x fem!reader smau

! warning(s) : cussing, st@bbing mention, sewerslide & kys jokes, is ace developing a crush? is he not? well never know, author real story incorporated (yes the scissor story is real.) ! w/c : 865

even through your doubts, you chose to accept aces invitation in the end. perhaps this meeting will help clear up said doubts, who knows? plus, you suppose it wouldn’t hurt too much to pay the octatrio a little surprise visit.

upon entering the mirror chamber you immediately notice the ginger waiting for you by the octavinelle mirror, fiddling with his phone angrily. probably texting deuce, you assume. once he takes notice of your nearing footsteps he looks up and immediately brightens when his eyes land on you. “[name]! i didn’t think you would actually come!”

“.. that would be really rude. sounds more like something you would do.”

he winces momentarily, then after a moment, he nods in understanding, “can’t say i blame you for thinking that. shall we go?” 

ace holds his arm out for you to take, which you glance at warily, only to walk past him and through the mirror.

it’s not that you don’t trust ace, you’ve been through a bunch of shit during your time in nrc together, but you don’t really want to be seen arm-locked with him, either. people might get the wrong idea, or something (you fail to realize you’re literally going on something that looks like a “date” to outsiders). 

after a short mirror trip you find yourself outside the magical octavinelle dorm building. due to the dizziness the mirrors effects still have on you, you stumble a bit upon landing and immediately feel aces hand on your arm to help you steady yourself. after the year you spent here, your friends have all learned the mirror makes you dizzy, and there’s always someone reaching a helping hand out whenever you use it. ace himself has done it a million times before.

so why is your heart racing just a tad faster this one time?

and why are aces hands shaking slightly?

“jadey my dearest!”

“seven save me,” was all the eel got to utter before getting body slammed.

“oh, how i missed you so! i’m so happy to see you’re finally back from war!” you say, wiping some fake tears from your cheeks.

“he is not ‘at war’. he is simply ‘working’. as all humans should, because some clearly have way too much time on their hands.”

“zuzu! … go back to war, i did not miss you.”

azuls expression was a hilarious mix of flabbergasted and backstabbed and you wish you had a free hand to take a picture, but it seems floyd had you covered when you notice his flash go off.

“what’re ya here for today, shrimpy? .. oh, crabby is here too! here for a squeeze?”

“no. nope. absolutely not,” out of the corner of your eye you could see ace slowly backing away from floyd, who wore his signature menacing grin–

“c’mon floyd, back to work you go.”

–before azul (who was still pouting) hauled him away. to this day you still don’t understand how he can do that.

“thank you, zuzu! love you!”

“i hope you explode.” (he’s not pouting anymore)

“so, what are you here for today?”

“ace asked me to hang out. i decided i’d see how it goes.”

“i see,” the eel hums in thought, “alright. give me a call if anything. or floyd. any of us, really.”

“thanks, jade. i hope i won’t need to."

“he threw you down a well?!”

“he sure as hell did! and our dad just stood by and watched, no words, nothing! like a damn statue!”

you’re pretty sure you’re doing an ab workout with how bad your stomach hurts from laughing so much.

“they couldn’t even pull me out! had to call the fire department, they were all like, “oh yeah, my child tripped and fell in the well in our backyard” tripped and fell my fucking ass, hello?! i was screaming ‘n crying when they got me out.”

“i’m so… so sorry… i can’t-can’t breathe–” you continued your hysterical fit for a short while longer before you finally managed to calm down.

“ohhh my god i can’t believe this, man,” you finally took a drink of the smoothie jade placed on your table about 30 minutes ago, “your childhood days were fucking wild.”

“yeah,” he copied you by also drinking from his drink, “how about yours? if you want to share that is, i understand that’s a.. sensitive topic right now.”

“no, no, it's fine. umm.. let me think..” swirling the contents of the glass before you, you thought deep and far back into your memories, until you found something appropriate, “oh, i stabbed myself with scissors once,” ace nearly chokes on his drink, “intentionally, i think? we were making some christmas cutouts with my mom when i was 7 and she left me unsupervised for 5 minutes. i started playing with the scissors pretending they were planes and the plane was supposed to crash into a mountain, which was my knee, and yeah. boom. scissors i my knee, blood everywhere, mom screaming bloody murder, and im just staring with my stupid little blank face.”

you look up from your smoothie and ace is staring at you like you just told him you ate your foot raw.

“dude…”

## ❝ after the events of the phantom bride wedding, ace started wondering whether he still had the ability to charm girls. he hasn’t thought about anyone romantically in years, hasn’t really flirted with anyone either, what if he’s gone out of it? perhaps it’s time to put his talents to the test; with the person who hates him most, no less. if he can charm her, he can charm anyone.

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[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Random Hobie Headcanons [Prt.1]

me screaming about Hobie Brown just existing like these are just random headcanons of him doing fuck all and chilling but uuhhh this is also so long i had to split it in two parts so this is part one

chronic hobie brainrot u know how it is _______________________________________________

He's actually a fairly high ranking member of the Society

I like to think that Hobie - like Jessica and Ben - has a high ranking position in the Society

Even though he didn't mean for this to happen

Hobie's really good at working with teams, and persuading people. He's been Spider-man for a while, plus he has unique experience

He broke the barrier that 3 spider-people couldn't - sorry Miles you didn't loosen anything

Hobie would probably just ace every mission. In like record time

Miguel and Lyla watching it go from HQ and Lyla's like 'Oh, he's gooodd.'

The watches get a bug and need an update - but low and behold, Hobie knew about the bug and fixed his watch weeks ago. Chumps.

They need advice in taking down a particular anomally and Hobie is the only one with ideas that work -

And sure he may take the piss out of everyone and walk around HQ like he either owns the place or is about to burn it down but they can't tell him anything

He's just that good

I could see him helping out new trainees (and radicalizing them), checking in on every new recruit to see if they have a place to stay.

And Miguel respects that. Miguel isn't heartless, he cares about the society. And even though Hobie isn't doing it for him he appreciates the work Hobie puts in

Miguel probably knows Hobie is friends with Gwen, and that he was the one who stepped up when Jess wasn't

He loves to read

It just makes sense

With all the knowledge of anarchy and stuff, I assume he kinda has to be

I love the idea of Hobie and worn paper-back books that he reads again and again

All well loved, all second (or third, or fourth-) hand.

I imagine he reads a lot of non-fiction, and his favorite genre is history

He doesn't know why, but his brain loves reading about it and understanding the communities that existed in different times

But there are some fiction favorites he has, The Giver being one of them

He donates all the ones he doesn't absolutely need, leaving a sticky note in the front cover with a comment, same way he left one on Gwen's new watch

Hobie is a minimalist in morals

But not like the 'all white-house' aesthetic, but like the 'choosing to live with and on less to respect yourself, people around you and the world'

Everything he owns is second hand, and he likes finding really old cheap stuff, cause it connects back to the history thing

Every couch he's ever owned he's found on a street curb

He doesn't have much clothes, most of the stuff he does have were gifts, or from bands and shows

Instead, he goes to community swap-meets, and swaps his clothes for new ones every couple of months

He LOVES seeing other people in the punk scene wearing a shirt he'd swapped months ago, knowing it's gotten a second life

Hobie genuinelly tries not to throw things away if he can help it. Not in a hoarders way, but in an environmentally respectful way.

If he doesn't want it, he'll barter it away, or gift it to someone who'd like it, or make something new.

Even if something is broken, he'll try to gift it to someone who can fix it than trash it. He'd rather leave his busted TV at the door of a repair shop than a back-alley dumpster

He's low food-waste too

He's like 'Miguel bruv we don't waste empanadas in this house' and takes them for himself

He tries to finish everything on his plate (past survival tactic), but now he'll save it for later. Hobie be tearing leftovers UP.

He makes the choice to not carry money

Connects to the minimalist thing, also an anti-capitalist thing

Hobie doesn't like carrying money. As a personal thing.

Fuck he look like keeping pictures of the Queen in his pocket - absolutely not.

He barters everything he can - and he's good at it. He has an extensive network in the underground punk scene of London, and everyone helps out everyone

Weirdly enough, I feel like if you were dating him he's always ask for a fiver or ten quid or something because he genuinely doesn't carry money or change but somehow he's carrying a rare swiss army knife from 1935

But on the inverse side, if he ever comes across money for some reason, he'll have you 'hold it' in you wallet (just give it to you)

To him, it doesn't matter. He doesn't want to be attached to it. It's genuinely a moral he tries to live by.

He loves cats

He has a picture of a cat on his nightstand in his intro

I bet he has multiple indoor cats

But I also imagine Hobie being really interested and connected in the street cats in the neighborhood he lives and frequents (bonus point if cats are his special interest!)

He names them and knows their faces. Feeds them and checks up on them, tries to take care of them best he can

The ones who get hurt or a little old or weak become boat-cats, and they come live with him

He'll feed them fish from the river - and they always eat before he eats breakfast

None of them have bells or collars, they're not his pets - they're his little friends

He had 'weird' but practical eating habits

Hobie eats standing up.

He'll open the fridge and eat right there. He'll set the bowl on the table then stand in front the TV eating. He goes to the food court and doesn't sit down, just walks about

He's use to eating on the street, so to him, it's comfortable

He grew up going to Gregg or Tesco and eating outside. Grabbing something from the chip shop and scranning it as fast as he can before the rain starts coming down

He actually likes food, and wish he could get more into it - but fuck, he'll never be like those snobs that eat $500 dollar dishes at shitty restaurants

Small routines

In the morning, he takes the boat to the docks. Brush his teeth and get ready for the day

Next he feeds the cats that stay by the water, eating breakfast and playing records

He doesn't make his bed, but he checks all the parts of the boat's engine, just a good once over, and makes sure everything's running right

And then he HAS to say hi to all the people on the docks who know him - old men who'd been working there for decades, delighted when Hobie offered to help them unionize

He always reads before bed too, or on restless nights, he writes songs - practices new songs.

if you read this far, thanks! let me know if any of this mattered at all or if youre like 'sib what does any of this got to do with anything of importance bye have a good day and/or night

[mysticmunson]

steve’s girl: steddie x reader

prompt: after an interesting dream, eddie munson finds his way into your boyfriend, steve harrington's, bedroom

word count: 3.4k

warnings: smut (18+), threesome, orgasm denial/ruined orgasm, choking, dacryphilia

authors note at the end :)

The predicament of having your boyfriend's eyes on you as well as another mans was not how you thought you would end your Saturday night.

Sitting on Steve’s lined comforter where you had been time and time again felt comfortable as he sauntered towards you. Whatever agreement the men had found themselves in had led them here, unbeknownst to you what that included. His lips pressed to yours softly, standing between your sore knees.

“Wanna play a little game?” He asked, a slight glint in his brown eyes, drastically lighter than the eyes of Eddie Munson who stood a few feet behind him, observing the way his hands touched your hip and cheek.

Granting a small nod, he chuckled and glanced back at the leather jacket clad man. Without a word, you were being yanked up by your wrist to sit against your boyfriend's lap. The flimsy skirt did little to cover your beige panties as your legs were forced to spread.

Eddie hadn’t said a word yet, but every time he looked at you, he became quite easy to understand. His gaze wouldn’t detour off your body, the way Steve manhandled you consensually, and ultimately, made you wet beyond belief.

A gasp fell from your plush lips as Steve’s hand shoved its way beneath your underwear, smirking at the warmth, “Always so ready for me, angel.”

“Now, I want you to look at our buddy over here, okay?” Steve instructed, rubbing small circles across your clit, watching as you finally met the other boy's eyes.

“Hi there.” Eddie smirked, index and middle finger hitting his forehead to give a salute. His rings shined under the dim light of Steve’s room, falling back by his side as your breath hitched at the growing pace.

While still slow, it was a foreign concept to have someone else in the bedroom with you, meaning the seemingly lethargic tempo had you falling. His firm hands only left when he went to slip off the thin material covering your soaked center, planting a kiss on your temple as he spread you out again.

“Now, I think you have something you want to tell Eddie, don’t you baby?” Steve cooed, fingers returning to your bundle of nerves, but also to your dripping cunt. Eyebrows furrowing in pleasure and confusion as you looked at Eddie, returned with a look of amusement.

“Not ringing a bell?” Eddie questioned, taking a step forward, watching as you tensed around your boyfriend's fingers. Hands perched at his hips, he watched as you thought, well, as good as you could think with two fingers inside you and two rubbing you.

Steve looked from your face to meet his companion’s, giving a quick affirmation nod that brought his hands to the hem of your shirt. The white blouse was tugged off, lifting your arms and exposing your breasts to the chilly AC. Instinctively, you tried to cover your chest, only to receive a harsh slap on your pussy from Steve.

“Should I refresh your memory?” Steve pondered, “Does that dream you had the other night ring a bell?”

Dammit. That fucking dream.

“Awe, look, she’s already tense. Came home from work to see her asleep, whimpering, and I woke her up to be of some assistance. But my good girl was honest about who was in that dream.” Steve taunted, ignoring when you cried out as he reached your deepest spot. “Tell me again, what got you so worked up?”

You felt warmth rise to your cheeks, simultaneously embarrassed and turned on as Steve played you like a fiddle with Eddie having a front row seat. Watching as he shrugged off his jean vest and leather jacket, you moaned at his exposed arms in his tank top. The black ink across his pale skin rose and fell as he laughed, mumbling, “I think I have an idea.”

“You.” Was all you could muster, earning a tsk from the lap you sat upon.

“Who? What happened?” Eddie peered, leaning forward to have his face meer inches from yours that earned you a shutter.

“You, Eddie.” You whimpered, feeling your slick begin to slip down Steve’s fingers. “I thought about you fucking me.”

At your confession, the pace quickened and had you teetering your end. As soon as your climax started, both hands retreated to your stomach and chest respectfully, caging you to Steve’s clothed body as you cried.

A ruined orgasm could hurt more than edging, getting just a taste of sublime before being yanked to the ground. Steve knew how to be mean, he liked to be in some settings, and you knew this was a part of it.

His hands found their way to your throbbing sex again, resuming the mission that you were now scared would not be in your favor.

“Tell him everything.” Steve gritted, tone much harsher than previous, tilting his head towards the object of your fantasy.

“You ate me out and then let me suck your dick. I-It was so nice.” You mewled, feeling a wave of pleasure run down your body as you grew closer. “You fucked me too, really good. Steve was there too, playing with me while you helped.”

When you had woken from your sleep just a few days ago, the guilt was eating you alive leading you to break down. Were you being a bad girlfriend by having a dream? Would he leave you or be disgusted? The heightened anxiety was instantly picked up on.

Thankfully, Steve was calm about it, finding it fairly entertaining that you had that intense of a sex dream. Expressing your sexual desires with one another was common, the topic of a threesome just hadn’t come up yet.

Yet.

“Did you like it?” Eddie grasped your chin, forcing you to look upon him as he inched towards you. You agreed, biting the inside of your lip. Steve watched the interaction closely, fingers going to autopilot from how well he knew your body, finding more pleasure in watching the erotic tension between all three of you.

He didn’t even realize you were almost there until he saw Eddie glance down at the mess in front of him. As you attempted to finish again, he yanked his hands away, capturing you against his broad chest. A loud whine filled the room as you wiggled against him, much to both of their delights.

A wet smack landed on your cunt before your skirt was tugged off and guided you to kneel on the ground before them.

It looked so sinful, sitting there completely naked at total submission for the two fully clothed men before you. Steve looked at you, petting your head comfortingly against his lower thigh.

“How badly do you want to suck Eddie’s dick?” The vulgarity of Steve’s words made you shutter and Eddie a bit taken back, but undeniably plumping underneath his tight black jeans.

“Really bad.” You said looking up into your boyfriend's kind eyes, he grabbed your cheeks to kiss you before jolting your head towards the man in front of you. Eddie loomed over, hair falling beside him, watching attentively as you meddled with his belt.

Successfully undoing the handcuffs at his waist and pulling his zipper, his boxer briefs did very little to hide his erection. Audibly whimpering, you placed gentle kisses up his groin to reach his naval, placing a wet kiss there.

“May I?” You asked, fingers dipping under his black waistband, feeling the trail of hair beneath too.

“Fuck,” He muttered, “Go for it.” The sight alone made him slightly dizzy, it wasn’t every day that your friend comes up to you and lets you know that his girlfriend thinks you’re ‘really hot’. He had to have been dreaming.

Heaven felt an inch away as you put him in your mouth, grabbing the base as you slowly bobbed your head. Tongue sliding up his slit gently, the taste of him landed on your tastebuds, sighing.

“Now, now, don’t you think he deserves better than that?” Steve challenged, standing to your side, hand cupping the back of your head. Laced in your locks, he shoved you further down Eddie’s dick to hear you choke.

Hands flying to his hips to steady yourself, the loud moan rang through your ears as tears lined your eyes. Feeling the heat intensify, Eddie shrugged off his shirt, leaving black ink exposed on his chest.

Guiding you up and down, Steve watched proudly as you gagged, spit dripping to his plush carpet. But he knew you could take more, shoving you all the way to his naval, nose tickled by his coarse pubic hair.

“Holy fuck.” Eddie breathed, abs flexing at the constraint in your warm mouth, holding onto Steve’s shoulder to stop from falling.

Pulling you off, Steve smashed his lips to yours, barely giving you time to breath. Your mascara was slightly running, salvia all across your chin and some even trailing between your breasts.

Eddie hissed when his rosy length slapped against him, watching as you made out in front of him, which just made him want to come even more. Pulling away, spit connected your mouths, a combination of all three of you.

“Took that like a champ.” Eddie laughed as you smiled, looking down at your hands resting in your lap.

Steve stood, hands under your armpits to all, but threw you to his bed. The sound of his belt unbuckling made you look up, observing as he stripped to his blue boxers that hugged his thighs.

While his gaze focused on you, he glanced over at Eddie, dick now shoved back with his pants undone. Scoffing, he rolled his eyes, “What are you, Munson, a prude? Strip.”

Now, Eddie didn’t consider himself a submissive man, but his pants did come off the minute Steve told him to. Possibly due to this being his dynamic, Eddie is just a volunteer who happened to appear in your subconscious at the right time.

Making his way to the end of the bed, he got a look at you, doe eyed and waiting with a messy cunt that practically dripped onto Steve’s bed. He hummed at the sight, letting his hand wander to your lower stomach, accidentally tickling your soft skin.

“Stevie, can Eddie please?” You asked, fiddling with the gold chain necklace around your neck, head propped up against his firm pillows. Steve went to the head of the bed, pulling down his last article of clothing to sit next to you, tugging you to hover your mouth over his erection.

“That’s up to him, sweetheart. But what you are going to do is blow me twice as good as him, got it?” Steve sneered, feeling you nod against his grasp on the nape of your neck, taking him whole.

Examining the way you took your partner was almost as much fun as watching you clench around nothing before him. Eddie greedily put his lips on your lower set, groaning at the taste and shoving your knees up.

The sudden pleasure made you choke, coming up for a sharp breath, tears streaming down your puffy cheeks. Moaning pitifully, attempting to jerk him off, Steve could only snicker at you.

“Awe, is it too much for you, pretty girl?” He teased, holding your head in one hand and taking his dick in the other, forcing yours to recede. Eddie watched through his lashes as Steve smacked your face with his cock, beads of pre-come marking your face with each hit.

Returning back to your original action, you tried going as deep as you could, swirling your tongue skillfully like you knew he liked. Confirmed by his groan and brief loosening on your hair.

Laying belly down on the bed, Eddie continued to suck your clit, fingers finding their way inside you. You had only been with Steve, taking time to understand each other's bodies as thoroughly as you expressed.

But as Eddie found your point of pleasure inside you and let his tongue dance upon your bud, you found yourself slipping further under their spell. His mouth was enticing, drawing a masterpiece against your smooth skin that was already trembling with need.

You felt Steve was getting close, as you were too, making you pull away from his lower half. The cries escaping you were salacious, eyes squeezing shut, believing to finally be approaching a successful finish.

“Eddie. Off.” Steve commanded, Eddie’s eyes rolling as left a kiss against you. As much as he enjoyed being a bit rough or mean, the tears on your face and dripping center were driving him mad. If Steve wouldn’t let you finish the whole night, he would take care of it himself if you’d let him.

The boys swapped places, Steve resting on his haunches and flipping you onto your stomach. Shakily getting on your hands and knees, Eddie sat in front of you, giving you a soft grin.

“Can I have a kiss please?” You whispered, staring into the boy's deep brown eyes, but he flickered his to Steve, awaiting approval.

Not looking behind, you only knew it was granted when his lips met yours. His lips were soft, tasting a bit like you from his previous endeavors. He set your cheek in his palm, deepening his intensity as Steve shoved his dick inside you.

Eddie pulled away to hear your pretty sounds, smiling ear to ear at your blissed face. He pushed his thumb between your lips, allowing you to suck greedily. As your eyes rolled back, he took his other hand to pump himself, watching you, but also as Steve grabbed your hips and thrust in and out.

“Let me.” He heard you stutter, finding your way to his dick to take him in your throat again. He watched you take him with ease, sliding up and down.

Attempting to give you a breather, Steve kept it slow for the first few strokes, biting his own lip as you clenched around him.

“You love being full, don’t you?” Eddie pondered, feeling the whine around his member, coming up for air shortly after. He went to say another menacing comment until you put his balls into your mouth, sucking them while jerking him off.

A string of curses came from him as he ran a hand through his hair, Steve stuck between watching you destroy a man’s sanity below or the face of the mess himself. As you rocked towards your fourth climax, none prosperous, leaving you overstimulated and unsatisfied concurrently.

The thrusts inside of you quickened, a ring clad hand wrapping around your neck to pull you into a heated kiss. The mix of spit, tears, and pre-come was enough to make a demon blush, but it was intoxicating as your tongues danced against one another.

Just as you were about to conclude, Steve pulled out to come on your lower back, a whine of pleasure harmonizing with your tearless sobs. All Eddie could do was watch as you shook, falling to his shoulder and burrowing against his neck.

“You’re doing so good for us, sweetheart, letting us be greedy.” Steve assured, grabbing his shirt from the floor to wipe himself off you, making sure to put some on his finger for you to suck off.

He stood up, stretching his back, motioning Eddie to stand. You couldn’t help, but giggle at them both standing naked in front of each other, Eddie painfully hard and Steve just recovering.

“What’s so funny, little lady?” Eddie cocked a brow, looking at your glossy eyes, going to the end of the bed where the other man was previously. You scrunch your nose, smiling at him to which he returns, pinching your thigh to make you squeak.

A thud hits Eddie’s chest, a gold foil packet as Steve slid behind you, settling you to his chest.

“I like you, Munson, but not that much.” He joked as the other gave a fabricated pout, “Oh, but I’m the prude, Harrington?”

Too fucked out to engage, you stared as Eddie slid on the plastic covering, settling back into your lovers embrace.

He slid the head of his cock between your folds, letting it toy with your clit to watch you flinch. Admiring the way you coated him, he caved and slid inside, unable to contain the groan crawling from the pit of his stomach.

Easing his way in, he felt every detail of you, enjoying the way you clenched. Your lower lips puffy from the beratement it had experienced over the past hour, your bud just peeking from under its hood.

Lower hairs grazing one another as he settled into you, your legs wrapping around his waist as you mewled. Steve’s hand grasped your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers. The attention was now on you, positively, for the first time tonight, both men having their end goal to make you feel good.

The soft ‘uh’s’ were the only thing spoken as Eddie grasped your hips and created his rhythm. His mushroom tip pressed deliciously inside of you, an eruption of pleasure seeping through your veins.

Both of you had been on the brink for so long, the end was nearing as your brain floated into a higher state. Steve smirked as his fingers danced across your clit, eyes wiring shut, but mouth hanging open.

“You got it, go for it.” He mumbled against the shell of your ear as you began to tremble against him. Tears streaming against your cheeks, you started to breathe heavier than before, each hand reaching for each boy to interlock.

“You look so fucking pretty,” Eddie stuttered, quickening his pace, familarizing himself with the way you felt when you got close, “C’mon, babe, cream all over me.”

The dirty words finally sent you over the edge, catapulting Eddie to his finish as well, the sound of your skin smacking his would put any porno to shame. He couldn’t bring himself to pull out of you just yet, enjoying not only his place inside you, but the way his thumb rubbed your knuckles near your hip.

“Shit, she’ll sleep well tonight.” Steve quipped, making Eddie laugh, sitting back with a huff. Tying up the condom and throwing it in the trash, his head hit the wall behind him softly.

Latched onto Steve, he slowly coaxed his way up, standing as you laid with your arms wrapped around his shoulders.

“I’m gonna get you some water, okay? I’m sure Eddie would want to hold you.” He said, rubbing your back, watching Eddie lift his head. Scooting closer, he wrapped his arm around your waist, the cool metal on his fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps.

You exchanged them, finding your way to his lap like a koala, to which he hugged you just as tightly. Your bodies were both warm and sticky, but so blissfully content in each other's arms.

Pushing back some hair, he planted a kiss to your forehead then nose, giving a cheeky smile as you looked in a daze.

“Did you have fun?” You whispered, chin against his pecs and slightly over his guitar pick necklace. He laughed, shoulders shaking, somehow squeezing you tighter.

“Time of my life, sweetheart, you took that like a champ.” Eddie’s lower hand rubbing your lower back soothingly as you shied away in his neck bashfully.

Steve came back in with a few waters, handing one to you first with a kiss to your temple. Even if it was just you two, Steve was always adamant about aftercare, especially if the night had been particularly intense.

Putting on some clothes, their boxers back on whilst you get a fresh pair of panties and a warm t-shirt. Sandwiched between them, backs against the headboard as you began to drift off, enjoying the radiating heat and comfort from the boys.

“Goodnight.” Eddie smiled, kissing your cheek as you hummed.

“You guys should kiss next time.” You mumbled, eyes fluttering shut and sinking further into the bed beneath Steve’s covers.

“Oh my God, go to bed.” Your boyfriend mumbled, an unquestioning blush on his cheeks as he morphed against your body, with Eddie following.

“Don’t want a smooch, Harrington?” Eddie teased, puckering his lips above your head, only receiving a flick on the forehead.

“Your boyfriends a big meanie.”

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authors note: hi so this is a repost from like two days ago but the horndog got unleashed :p feedback is always appreciated!

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[one-idea]

Hi! Just wanted to tell you i really like you reverse strawhats au and after you said that you planned on the crews meeting I started to think about what the reactions of the og crew would be so here are my hcs I guess you can tell me if you agree or not

Franky - would be fine a bit weirded out that iceburg here but wouldnt really question it until someone pointed out that it doesnt make sense

Ussop - freaking out that kaya is here in the middle a fight so his more worried about her well being than the logistic of her being here in the first place. The fact he is also excited to see her again after so long helps delay his realization

Nami - she is questioning how the fuck nojiko ended up here and she will mention it but will hold back the interrogation until after the dust has settled

Zoro - he just think its tashigi but then he notice she does not sound like tashigi or act like tashigi or fight like tashigi and then he see ace is here and starts to think theres some evil clone thing going on

Sanji - did reiju follow him? has she been following him the whole time? why is she here? did she come to help? did she not come to help? She is looking at him with a lot of emotion and is freaking him the fuck out

Robin - is trying so so so hard to figure it out what is going on but she is also disassociating a bit because her brain is not really handling the fact that her mom is alive in front of her. will have a panic attack later

Chopper - oh hes crying hes crying so much

Luffy - oh he is going insane just tunnel vision because his brother is right there and he is alive and luffy is just tearing through everything the way to get there

Thank you so much! Oh my friend, I love all of this!

It totally depends on if the strawhats get dumped in the middle of the fight. I think we agreed that they would be joining the reverse crew in Wano (I need to come up with a name for this crew 🤔) or if they all just bump into each other on an island.

I haven’t reach Wano yet so this is a very rough draft of ideas.

If they get dropped into the Wano fight I think the first thought the Strawhats will have is how did we get back here?!?!?.

Luffy definitely sees Ace fighting, and is off like a shot. Nothing else matters. The others hear him yell “Ace” and now they are really confused. But there’s no time for that. Main goals are:

Stay alive

Figure out what’s going one.

I think Zoro and Sanji would try to follow Luffy, because it’s Wano part two apparently?!? And there is a copy of Ace here? They doesn’t trust this and their captain isn’t going alone.

They get drawn into fighting King and Queen again.

This is where they meet Kuina and Reiju.

And this is where I get to tell you you missed the really fun part of this. It’s not just how the strawhats feel but also how the reverse strawhats feel

Zoro and Kuina

Zoro sees what he thinks is Tashigi fighting King. Which weird why is she here? But Ace(?) is here so nothing really makes sense. He jumps into the fight and Tashigi starts screaming at him. That’s on par for Tashigi. Except she’s calling HIM the look alike, rude! That doesn’t even make sense!

Meanwhile Kuina thinks stupid Tsukin just interrupted her fight. Why is he here? You know what it doesn’t matter. She doesn’t need this dumb marine’s help to beat Kiado’s right hand man. She’s the first mate of the the (not strawhats but whatever they will be called) she is wining this fight herself.

They are about to get into an argument when they both recognize that the other is wielding Wado Ichimonji. But that’s just not possible. It has to be a fake or a copy. But both would recognize Wado Ichimonji any where. It’s not a fake. But how?

King attacks them and they have to focus. They start to recognize each others moves and styles. Little things that they would do even as children. Habits that carried over. Things that Tashigi and Tsukin don’t do. And there’s this little voice in their heads saying “could this be-?” They don’t officially put it together until they meet up with everyone else.

Sanji and Reiju

Sanji sees Queen attacking a woman with pink hair. And while she’s not wearing her kimono he still thinks it’s Umi. He moves to intercept the attack yelling at Queen for attacking a woman.

Reiju is in shock. Because this person is obiously from Germa 66. But who would follow her? Then Sanji turns to face her to make sure “Umi” is okay and she realizes who this person is. It’s Sanji. But that’s not… but it is. It’s Sanji. Her kind little brother.

Sanji finally gets a good look at the woman he just saved and… what? What is Reiju doing here? Why does she look so different? Her hairs different. She’s missing her tattoos and her Germa armor. What is going on here? Did she leave Germa 66. Did she leave their father? Did she follow him? Or is Germa here to help Big Mom and Kaido. No that can’t be it, But why is she here?

He’s spiraling. Both of them are. But Sanji’s frozen. Reiju doesnt know what happening but she knows this is her brother. Before she can hug him or confront him about how he was in Wano she sees queen moving to attack Sanji. No, no way, not her little brother. She launches herself at Queen.

Sanji sees the moment Reiju tenses and then throws herself towards him. He braces for an attack that flies right by him with a vicious battle cry. He turns to see Reiju beating the crap out of Queen. “Don’t you touch him! I won’t lose him again!” Lose him? Like when he left Germa as a child? Or whole cake? But she’s the one who pushed him to go. What is Reiju talking about?

While all of this is going on the rest of the crew is on the move. They are catching glimpse of their counter parts but it’s late enough in the fight that the main problems are Kaido, Big Mom, King and Queen.

(Which will allow for a sequence of Law joinging that fight only because he sees Rosinante fighting Big Mom. I will write more on this once I actually get to dressrosa and Wano)

Nami and Nojiko

I don’t think Nami runs into Nojiko until after the fighting. I haven’t decided what Nojiko’s fighting style is yet. She seems to wield her mother’s gun in the series so she might be a gun slinger instead of fighting with a staff (I haven’t figured out if she’s going to have weather powers yet)

But I can see Nami finding Zoro and Kuina arguing after the fight. (Nami is looking for Luffy/Zoro/Sanji to make sure they’re alright and bring them back to the group.) she find Zoro and who she thinks is Tashigi yelling at each other. Which not to weird besides the fact that Tashigi wasn’t here the first time and she’s calling Zoro the wrong name. Like not even an insult just straight up the wrong name.

She goes to interrupt them when Nojiko comes running in yelling at someone named Kuina. Which seems to make Zoro freeze. (This is his moment of what the heck is happening) Nami sees Nojiko and okay this is to weird, why is her sister her. So she calls out

Nojiko turns and sees this orange haired woman standing in front of her. She has no clue who she is. (Her hair is the same color as Nami’s but Nami died when she was 10. There’s no way she’d recognize 20 year old Nami as well, Nami) but that’s okay because Zoro is going to handle that for her.

“Nami why is your sister calling the copycat Kuina!” He calls out because of course he doesn’t believe this is Kuina. “I’M THE COPYCAT!” Kuina yells at him which he ignores for now.

Nojiko’s world stops. Nami. This woman’s name is Nami?

“I don’t know Zoro! I don’t even know why she’s here!” Nami yells back at Zoro. Breaking Kuina’s brain as well because a woman with the same name as Nojiko’s dead little sister just called this man Zoro. And while she is impulsive and stupid at times, she’s starting to put the pieces together. But we’re not going to focus on Zoro and Kuina right now.

Nojiko storms up to Nami and asks who her mother is. And Nami is real freaked out because “it’s Bell-mére and why are you asking that?” But Nojiko’s not going to explain because Nami’s here! She’s alive! She’s hugging her sister and sobbing. Saying how she’s so happy she’s alive. Nami is so confused. Since when did Nojiko think she was dead?

Meanwhile the sword wielding duo is watching this and Kuina starts quizzing Zoro about their dojo and Zoro’s not going to be out done so he starts asking questions back. The questions get more unhinged as they go. At some point Sanji and Reiju join them (Reiju has not let go of Sanji since the beat queen) and while both siblings still don’t know fully what’s going on. Reiju’s starting to come up with a theory as she watch’s Kuina and Zoro argue and Nojiko sob into Nami.

Usopp and Kaya

The first time Usopp sees Kaya is after he almost dies. He was taking shots protecting his crew when someone almost hits him. He turns just in time to see the hit coming but can’t do anything to stop it. He braces for impact when a crossbolt hits his attacker dead on. His eyes follow the shot, making sure it’s a friend not a foe, and he gets the surprise of his life. It’s Kaya.

Kaya who’s studying to be a doctor. Kaya who’s never hurt anyone in her life. Kaya who just shot a man in cold blood. Kaya who didn’t flinch at the action. Kaya who’s already lining up her next shot and yelling.

Oh wait, is she yelling at him? Yes. She yelling at him to move. He can do that. He starts moving to her position and watching her snip anyone who gets remotely close to him. And he has to wonder ‘am….am I into this????’ (Yes yes he is)

When Usopp finally reaches Kaya she starts yelling questions at him as they work together to watch over their crews. It’s a mess of a conversation.

Usopp’s asking her why she’s not at Syrup village.

She shoots someone and asks why she’d be there? Then has to yell at Usopp not to shoot at the the woman with pink hair fighting besides Sanji, that’s Reiju her crewmate.

Usopp’s so confused “when did you join a crew?”

Now Kaya’s confused cause she been on her crew since they were 14 duh.

Usopp’s freaking out but before he can ask about that Kaya continues “when did you leave Water 7?”

Side bar I got a whole idea for Usopp that since he and Merry take over the ship yard for Kaya when she sets sail at 14 he falls in love with making ships. When he does finally get out of syrup village it’s to go to Water 7 to learn to become one of the best shipwrights in the world. He never crosses paths with the giants, and meeting Ace and the others so early, (and seeing what happened in this world Marineford) changed a lot of things for him. But we can talk about that in a different post.

Usopp is so confused. But he can’t focus on that because “no Kaya don’t shoot at Chopper he’s our doctor!”

“You mean the reindeer creature that’s about to attack MY ships doctor is your ships doctor?” (They witness Chopper and Hiriluk’s reunion. It’s sickeningly sweet.

Needless to say they are both so confused, scared, and happy to see each other. Kaya’s always known that Usopp was a great shot but the Usopp she meets in Wano is on a different level.

They don’t catch on to what is happening until later when they reunite with everyone.

Robin and Olivia / Franky and Iceburg

Robin trying to figure out what the heck is happenings. Why are they in Wano again? How is Ace here? She catches a glimpse of Olivia fighting using HER devil fruit. She doesn’t get a good look at the woman, but a white haired woman using her devil fruit. That sounds an awful lot like Seraphim. She’s not positive. But if there is a Seraphim of herself could this ‘Ace’ also be a Seraphim? If that is the case she needs to get her captain away from it now!

She’s keeping an eye out for other white haired versions of their crew and allies. She hasn’t shared her theory yet. They need to first put a stop to the fighting and get to safety.

It isn’t until after the fight that she comes face to face with Olivia and all ideas of Seraphim fly from her mind. Because this woman is older than her. The seraphim are always younger.

Olivia sees Robin and is shocked to see that they share the same devil fruit power. That’s just not possible. She grabs the nearest crewmate, Iceburg, and goes to figure out what is going on by on. She thinks Iceburg will be helpful, he’s incredibly intelligent, but that all flies out the window the moment they get near this mysterious black haired woman.

She’s standing next to a cyborg who strikes a familiar pose and Iceburg brain stops working. It’s not possible. Franky died so long ago. But who else poses like that, talks like that? Has Franky been alive all this time and Iceburg just didn’t know? His little brother, cut apart into a cyborg, but still alive.

Olivia is talking about how they need to figure this out. They just survived Wano but if someone is copying devil fruits they will have a real problem and wait… Iceburg where are you going!

He just walks away in the middle of her statement. There is no subtlety in his movements. The cyborg and black haired woman see him coming. Olivia’s getting ready just incase they attack but that’s not a problem. The cyborg looks up and calls out “Ice-for-brains? What are you doing here? It’s great to see you don’t get me wrong but what about Water 7?”

Frank and Robin were talking about how they got thrown back in time? Put in a different universe? Or is this is all an illusion? Robin is still on her Seraphim theory. Maybe this is an elaborate training simulation for seraphim’s of the strawhats that the crew wondered into? When Franky spots Iceburg. And he’s excited to see him again but also filled with dread because is Water 7 okay?

Iceburg knew this was Franky the moment he heard Ice-for-brains. He’s crying. This is really Franky. He moves to quickly hug his brother. Franky’s thrown for a loop, because like it’s been a while, but not sobbing so happy you’re alive while, you know. Like Iceburg didn’t even treat him like this when he first returned to Water 7 after being presumed dead for years.

Robin sees all of this and it’s not right, Iceburg shouldn’t be here. But his appearance is also off. The Iceburg they know always looked pristine, he was the mayor and a business man. He presented himself as someone people could trust with important decision. This man looks like a wreck. Not just because he’s sobbing but his clothing and hair. They look different than how Iceburg would present himself.

While she’s having all of these realizations Olivia walks over to join them. She’s worried for Iceburg and wants to make sure he’s okay. She and Robin meet eyes but they don’t recognize each other (if they ran right past each other in Ohara they are not recognizing each other in Wano where they are both much old and believe the other dead for 22 years) it isn’t until Franky looks to Robin (with Iceburg arms still wrapped around him) and goes “hey Ice-for-brains you remember Nico Robin.” (He’s trying to get Iceburg to stop crying so he can find out what the heck is going on here)

But the name brings Olivia’s world to a screeching halt. “What did you just say?” She quickly move to Robin grabbing her face and examining her. “What’s your name?”

Robin isn’t afraid to tell people who she is anymore. Her crew will always protect her. “Nico Robin”

Olivia thinks this is a trick because it can’t be her daughter. But no one knew of her daughter’s existence. She died in Ohara 22 years ago. The only people who know her name are Olivia’s crewmates. “And where are you from?”

“Ohara.” Robin answers without hesitation. Franky is watching closely ready to help her if this crazy lady attacks her.

“That’s not possible. Nico Robin died 22 years ago when Ohara was buster called.” The white haired woman says. And Robin’s dumb founded because she pretty famously the only survivor of that buster call. “How dare you impersonate my little girl!” Olivia is furious. But her words shock Robin. Because WHAT?

“Who are you?” Robin asks this obviously very angry woman.

“Nico Olivia the only survivor of Ohara. I watched my daughter die so you can’t be her.”

This could go on forever if Franky wasn’t standing there like, “um yes she is Nico Robin. We declared war on the world government and destroyed Enies Lobby to get her back because she you know Nico Robin? Back me up Ice-for-brains you were there.”

Olivia and Iceburg are so confused because they stormed Enies Lobby to save Olivia. But Franky, who is somehow alive, says his crew stormed Enies Lobby to save Robin. Several moments or mother and daughter using their brains later they realize that this has to be either an illusion, or a parallel world.

Olivia and Robin have a break down because their daughter/mom is actually here. Like brain stops working when they finally make the connection and are like oh….OH. Meanwhile Iceburg and Franky have already started comparing notes. Not on their journeys and where they differ, no that would be helpful, no they are comparing notes on the ships they built for their crews.

Chopper and Hiriluk

Chopper and Hiriluk don’t have the same blocks that everyone else does. Unlike Nami, Sanji, and Franky, their counter part isn’t alive, so there’s no awkward “how are you alive?” “What do you mean I saw you the last time I was home?” There’s no confusion on how they are here fighting like with Usopp and Kaya. And unlike Robin, Olivia, and Nojiko they can instantly recognize each other. (Hiriluk hasn’t changed that much, Chopper’s the only human reindeer)

The only people in a similar situation are Ace and Luffy as it’s only been two years since they lost each other, and oddly Zoro and Kuina. Though it’s not because they recognize each other and more because they think the other is someone else. (By the time they realize it’s truly their lost friend, it’s because they recognize Wado Ichimonji.)

Chopper runs into Hiriluk on the battle field. They both imidiatly recognize each other. They call out for each other, knocking out any enemy between them, and Chopper just jumps into his arms as Hiriluk falls to his knees. (They have no clue Kaya almost shot Chopper) they are sobbing “My son! My wonderful wonderful son!”

They are a mess. The enemy’s are avoiding them because you don’t get in between a sobbing father and his son. Especially when that father is telling his son just how much he loves him. Even more so when the father and son just took out a 1/4 of the enemy’s just to get to each other.

Just back away from the sobbing old man and his raccoon dog son as slowly and quietly as you can.

Luffy and Ace

Luffy sees Ace. Which just can’t be. This has to be a dream. Or a vision. But Ace never fought Kaido as far as Luffy knows.

But then he sees Ace hit Kaido hard. He can feel the heat from Ace’s fire from here. This is real. It has to be. And Kaido is about to hit Ace. Ace who he already watched die once. Luffy is gone in point .0001 seconds. He’s left his crew behind (he trust them to take care of themselves, to take care of everything else) he has to get to Ace.

Ace sees the hit coming and he’s bracing for it. But it never lands because some maniac comes flying out of no where and slams into Kaido with a speed and a force he’s only seen once before. But that’s not possible, that person was dead. His baby brother was dead. It couldn’t be him. Except Kaido is sent flying and the boy lands, and it is. It is him. It’s Luffy. From his Strawhat to his sandals, that’s his brother.

His baby brother is here. He’s alive! And he’s just punched Kaido. Kaido who Ace was struggling to fight. Kaido who is launching himself back at Luffy. No. Never again. Never again will Ace let Luffy get hurt.

Cue the boys desperately trying to punch Kaido first. They are both yelling about Kaido staying away from THEIR brother! There’s no way Kaido can win. Anytime he tries to defend himself from one the other launches themselves at him with a rabid feralness that should not be seen in humans.

Gear 5 comes out at some point. Ace awakens his fruit. They demolish him.

Afterwords Luffy just launches himself at Ace knocking him to the ground. His rubber limbs wrapping around his big brother. Ace is cradling his brother as close as he can. They are sobbing. Until they pass out. Exhausted from the fight. They don’t care about the why or the how, their brother is here that’s all they care for.

Their crews find them and move them somewhere safe. And I do mean them. Ace is not releasing Luffy even in his sleep. Not that it matters much, Luffy is so tangled around him it wouldn’t be possible to separate them. Not that their crews would.

They wake up two days later still tangled up. By this point Robin, Olivia, Iceburg, and Jinbei have put the pieces together. They know that the Strawhats are from a different timeline? World? They’re still working out the particulars. And they have no idea how to get the strawhats back. (Oh no extended vacation!!)

Not like the reverse crew wants them to go back.

Again this is a VERY rough outline of what it will look like. I’ll write way more detail when I actually get here in cannon. But for now here’s a taste of what is to come.

Thank you so much for the prompt/ask it was so well articulated I had to expand on it.

Master post

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Ace of Spades

Pairing: Criminal!Seonghwa x PoliceCaptain!Reader

Summary: Kim Jiwoo, a rookie Police Captain, is handed a case about “Ace of Spades”. Park Seonghwa. He’s a wanted criminal in the whole country and now it's Jiwoo's task to bring him in, but it doesn't go as planned. Instead she realizes how ridicolously good looking the dangerous man is. And she can't see how one man could possibly be that dangerous, or terrifying.

cw/tw: Guns, violence, harsh language, sexual jokes, might be more

Not proof read

- Ace of Spades: It is a symbol of power, authority and also death

As Jiwoo pulled up to the town square and spotted the man. He was clad in a black suit accented with gold details. He almost looked like a pirate, except the clown make up and the mad-man smile on his red lips.

Jiwoo got out of the car, sighing to herself as the other cop cars had left before they could even reach the town square. ''Greatest police force in the country they said''

She was mumbling to himself abou her force bing wusses as she approached the man with caution in her steps. She was sure he knew she was there.

He did.

Seonghwa cracked his neck loudly before he turned towards the woman. His mad smile grew even wider as he spotted her. ''Kim Jiwoo! I've heard a lot about you!''

''Only bad I hope'' She mumbled.

''Of course! I'm Park Seonghwa! Or you might know me as the "Ace of Spades". I shall greet you welcome to the force!''

Jiwoo chuckled to herself. At this exact moment the man seemed quite harmless. ''So you're the man the whole country fear? The one who scared of my entire force? I really can't see how a single man could be thar terrifying''

The man kept the psychotic smirk as a deep chuckle left his lips. ''Well, dollface, you'd be surprised what a single man could accomplish with the right motivation''

''Well, might not use the word pleasure, but it is an honor to meet the legendary "Ace of Spades", the one who makes my life a living hell through my superior officer. Now, what have you been up to?''

Seonghwa was intrigued by the woman. He'd never seen someone this confident around him.

He approached the girl and grabbed her jaw in a firm grip. He tilted her head from side to side as if he was inspecting her face. As if she was a porcelain doll covered in a speck of dust.

''Well aren't you a brave one?'' Seonghwa asked out loud as he was done with his inspection.

Jiwoo didn't reply. She didn't know how to reply to that statement. She felt like no matter how she replied she'd piss of the man.

Seonghwa wasn't really expecting an answer. He was mostly talking to himself. Something he did often. Well, mostly the voices in his head, not exactly himself.

''You are absolutely fucking gorgeous, have anyone ever told you that?'' He asked her as he ran his thumb across her cheekbone

''A few disturbing men, why?''

''Well, you should have someone in your life who always tells you how gorgeous you are, especially with a body like that'' He leaned even closer, eyeing her up and down.

Jiwoo was almost convinced he was gonna kiss her right there, at the town square in front of all the scared civlians.

She was surprised when he didn't. Instead he poked his tongue out and licked her face. Out of relfex, which most people would proabbly deem normal, she slapped the man with all the power she had.

''Goddamn'' Seonghwa hissed as he pulled back from the woman. She knew how to slap. ''You are one ballsy woman!''

Jiwoo continued staring into the man's eyes. ''If you let my face go now, and you walk away, I'm not gonna take you in in cuffs''

''And what if I like handcuffs?'' Seonghwa continued smirking. He knew he was kinky, but he wanted it to come out like that.

Jiwoo had come to the conclusion that, if he liked it, he wouldn't mind, and if he didn't like it, he would've walked away. Which is how Seonghwa found himsel sitting in a place he'd never been seated before. The backseat of a cop car with his hands folded neatly in his lap. He'd only driven them before, after stealing them that is.

As they reached the station she pulled him inside, without much struggle, she earned more than look as she led the the country's most wanted criminal into the station.

''Hey!'' Seonghwa snapped. He raised his hand and pointed a knife at each and single one of them. He had gotten out of his cuffs the moment Jiwoo put him in the car. ''If you don't stop staring, I might have to cut up all of you! Wouldn't like to look like the joker, would ya?''

He approached one of them, Wooyoung, and grabbed his jaw in a firm grip. He held the knife close to the right corner of the poor officer's mouth.

Wooyoung, who was known for being a bold man and always talking back, sat frozen in his chair. Jiwoo wasn't even sure he was breathing.

Jiwoo let out a sigh. ''Seonghwa, you're in a police station, the second you hurt someone they can, by law, fire their weapons at you''

Seonghwa's grip on Wooyung's jaw only tightened, but the knife dropped to the floor. ''Fine, but if you repeat this, I promsie you, something will happen''

Jiwoo grabbed his arm and dragged them towards their holding cells. As she shoved him inside the cell, the other perps were quick to press up against the wall in terror.

Seonghwa sat down in the middle of the room, on the floor, and took out a pen. As he took out the pen the perps pressed even harder against the wall.

He was enjoying the terror he put in other people.

''If your plan is to kill someone with that pen, please give it to me now''

''Look, I'm not planning on it, but even if I was planning it, do you really think I'd tell you?''

''Whatever, do you want a paper?''

Seonghwa nodded and smiled, this time not one of his psychotic, demon smiles, but a softer one.

The woman couldn't believe how a man could have such duality. One moment he's threatening to cut you up like the joker, and the other moment he's sitting on the floor, doodling away like a three year old.

As Jiwoo sat back down by her desk Wooyoung approached his superior officer. ''Look, don't get me wrong Jiwoo, respect for getting Seonghwa, but don't you think it's a bit weird he stayed even though he wasn't cuffed. He must have something planned''

''I know, but let's give him the benefit of a doubt. Or just shove the other perps into the hearing rooms if you think he's gonna kill them. They're too dumb to escape, but I don't trust Seonghwa in there as he could escape. Hell, he could escape now as well, despite eight armed officers watching over him''

Wooyoung nodded. ''I guess...'' He sat back down by his desk and threw his legs up on it.

Jiwoo kept her eyes on the holding cell, where Seonghwa was still sitting peacefully, drawing on his paper and twirling the pen between his fingers every now and then.

''How is he the most feared man in Korea?''

48 hours passed, which meant they couldn't hold the man longer without proof or a hearing. And they had no solid proof. All they had were his tag "Ace of Spades" and he would never admit to that on tape.

''Come on Seonghwa, either you help us out here, or you've gotta leave. We have to fill the cell with other perps and they're all terrified of you'' She motioned to the other perps who'd been pressed up against the wall for the past two days.

''What do I have to do for you to give me something? Please~ give me anything!'' Jiwoo whined. She'd given up on her cool after the first 36 hours.

''Make out with me'' He stated simply, not lifting his gaze from his doodling paper.

Jiwoo couldn't believe she was even considering the offer. Making out with the most wanted man for something he might not even tell her afterwards? ''No! Nuh-uh''

''You hesitated, Princess''

And so the days kept passing and Seonghwa would not budge. They had to get creative about where they put the perps.

Some were shoved into the hearing rooms, which didn't work out in the long run since they needed those for... well hearings.

Some were simply cuffed to nearest surface and the guys hoped they wouldn't escape.

Jiwoo was getting tired of having to come up with different ideas of where to keep the perps, so she took it upon herself to throw the man out so their holding cell could be used.

She walked into the holding cell. ''Guys, take the other perps and store them... somewhere. I just need 10 minutes''

Hongjoong nodded and stood up, as well as the rest of the men, and walked over to the cell to escort the perps into different hearing roooms, with each other.

As Jiwoo entered the holding cell she closed and locked it behind her. She sat down opposite of Seonghwa.

''Can you either help us, or just... leave?''

''But if I leave I can't see your pretty face everyday, Princess'' He finally lifted his gaze from his painting.

Jiwoo took a peek at it. Her eyes widened. It was a picture of herself and Seonghwa... doing unthinkable things. ''You've got some talent, but eh... why in the world am I on the picture?''

''You're hot'' Seonghwa replied without stuttering.

Then again, he was probably used to saying anything he wanted and no one batted an eye.

''You're crazy'' Jiwoo mumbled quietly to herself.

The man's head snapped up in almost inhumane pace. ''Crazy you say?'' The psychotic smile was back on his lips. ''Say, I've been called lots of things, but crazy isn't one of them'' He stood up and started pacing as well as insepcting the cell. ''See I'm a bit hurt you call me crazy, Princess. I was starting to like you''

''I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, but to be fair, you're wanted for basically everything you can be wanted for''

Seonghwa chuckled. ''Fine, I'll leave, but we'll meet again soon. I can promise you that''

''I doubt it''

Jiwoo was walking home after a long shift. The clock was two in the morning and it was pitch black outside. The sun would be up in a few hours, due to summer time. The only light she was given came from the street lights, which were almost ten meters apart.

She was thanking the weather for being on the warmer side since she was clad in a crop-top and a pair of jeanshorts.

An attire that had made her whole department laugh since she'd never showed up in such clothing. Or to quote Wooyoung "I didn't know you had the ability to look like a female human being"

She wasn't worried. She had her gun on her, and she'd never been scared of the dark. But something was irking her. She didn't like it one bit.

What Seonghwa said to her a month ago, actually got to her.

She wasn't necessarily scared of the man. He had never given her a reason to be scared of him. Well, depends on how you wanna interpreter the whole thing, he had given her several reasons to terrify him, but she always wanted to give people a second chanve, and believe in the good in people.

But she was worried about what he could accomplish, since she had after all heard stories about him.

She stopped as she spotted a silhouette standing under the next lamp.

''The chances of it being Seonghwa is small'' She mumbled to herself.

She didn't know if she wanted to reassure herself or if she was just praying that it wasn't him.

Since the light came from above she couldn't see his face, or any form of detail that could reveal the person's identity.

As she got closer the silhouette started chuckling. Jiwoo cursed herself. She recongized his chuckle.

''Well Princess, didn't I promise we were gonna meet again?'' He stood up straight and walked the last few feet, since Jiwoo was frozen in shock. ''Aren't you happy to see me, Princess?'' He gently grabbed her jaw and tilted it upwards.

''I- uhm... no?'' Jiwoo felt intrigued by him.

''Lie. You know what we do with liars?'' Seonghwa's smirk grew. ''We punish them'' Seonghwa grabbed her arm and pulled her towards a car. ''Scream and someone innocent dies''

Jiwoo cursed herself in her head but allowed the man to pull her towards a random car, which he decided was now his.

What she said previously was out the window. She was starting to grow scared of the man. He was unpredicatble.

Seonghwa stomped on the gas and drove towards his mansion. Yes, mansion.

''We've got an hour to kill, ask me anything. I know you're curious''

''Well... cheesy, but your origin story? Why?''

''Well, I think you know my family. My father Park Baekhyon, asshole for that matter. He's most of the reason. Abusive, alcoholic, manipulative, did as wished because he was rich''

Jiwoo racked in her head for the name Park Baekhyon. She slowly realized who he was. ''You killed your own parents''

''I did. I'm not proud of it. But-''

''How could you kill your own father?'' Jiwoo exclaimed.

''You didn't know him as I did!'' Seonghwa shouted and gripped the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles were turning white. Jiwoo thought he was break it. ''He would rape young boys! He would bring home my friends and he would lure them into his study. Something happened behind those doors and then I would never see my friends again! I only know because he got drunk one evening and bragged about it! And when those boys couldn't satisfy his needs he turned to mom and me!''

Jiwoo's eyes softened. No, it didn't justify the face that he was a murderer or the fact that he murdered his own parents, but him being messed up might have something to do with his messed up childhood.

''I would call the police, but as everyone adored my father and knew nothing about what happened behind closed doors, they would dismiss it as some rich kid around abusing his power, or just just asking for attention! No one ever believed me when I said I was in trouble!''

The car fell silent. The rest of the hour long drive was quiet. Jiwoo was processing everything Seonghwa had told her and Seonghwa was slowly regretting that he told the girl his whole lifestory.

As they reached Seonghwa's mansion Jiwoo's jaw fell open. ''Goddamn''

''Close that pretty mouth of yours'' He tapped her chin and led her inside.

''Look, your sad childhood is, most likely, the root of your hell-like life, and it oesn't excuse your behvaiour, but I get it. No one ever showed you love''

Seonghwa stopped walking and turned around. ''I don't like how you read me like an open book. If you're trying to tell me I've got daddy issues, fuck you. But you're right, no one ever showed me any love and I've been just fine without it! I don't need you, Ms. Police Captain to come around and act all sweet and pretend to give me the love you decided I need''

The woman sighed to herself. She was gonna regret everything she was about to do.

She walked up to the tall man and wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his chest. She thought that despite his cold and rough aura, he needed some love.

Everyone needs love, but especially those who've never received it.

The man froze. He was confused. ''W-w-what are you doing?'' All his hard work at building up walls around himself faltered in a second. This woman did what no one else had ever accomplished.

And he hated it!

''I'm hugging you''

''Why? I don't deserve that- I don't-''

''Everyone deserves love. Everyone needs love. Even the most cold hearted people in the world needs love'' She mumbled and kept her arms wrapped around the man.

Seonghwa didn't move from his frozen state. He had never gottan a hug from anyone. Hell, he'd never even gotten a slap on the back, or heard anyone tell him he did a good job.

As Jiwoo pulled away she smiled. ''Everyone-'' Before Jiwoo could start talking Seonghwa had stormed off into a random room.

He had never showed his feelings, he never had to, so now that the woman managed to get his feelings to spill out, he didn't know what to do.

Jiwoo sighed and started walking through the hallways to find the man.

''Why does one lonely man need 200 bedrooms?'' Jiwoo asked herself as she opened another door.

''Empty''

She opened the last door in the hallway, which was a double door. As she threw the doors opened she was met with the man she was looking for.

He was sitting on the floor, something Jiwoo realized was a habit of his, with a big knife in his hand. He was twirling it between his fingers, occasionally throwing it up in the air and catching it.

As Jiwoo opened the door, said knife came flying towards her head. It stuck to the door, less than an inch from her face, but despite the closeness she didn't flinch.

She simply removed the knife and took a closer look at it. ''Nice knife'' She threw it back to Seonghwa. She walked over to the man and sat down in front of him. ''Look, I know you’re not used to… emotions. So I’m sorry that I just… emotion-vomited on you''

Seonghwa didn’t say anything. He simply raised his gaze and deadpanned the woman.

''I can be your therapist! Tell me all your problems''

Jiwoo knew it was weird for a police officer to be nice to a criminal, it was weird for her to even be this nice to a criminal. But she felt like he needed it.

Seonghwa swiftly raised his knife to Jiwoo’s throat and his gaze was ice cold. ''I don’t care if your job is to make me a better a person, I don’t care if your intention is to make me less of a criminal, or however you want to word it, I won’t tell you shit. Are you gonna get a promotion if you do this?''

Once again she didn’t flinch. She gently laid her hand on Seonghwa’s and lowered it. She carefully took the knife from his hands, all while keeping eye contact with the man.

Seonghwa’s gaze softened as he realized she wasn’t scared of him. She wasn’t gonna let this go anytime soon. No one had ever put in this much effort for anything that was about him.

Jiwoo grabbed his other hand and just held his cold hands in her warm ones.

''Look, I know you’ve never heard this before, and I know it’s weird especially when it’s coming from a Police Captain, but I’m here if you need something''

The man didn’t know what to do.

His heart was thumping loudly in his ears. Her hands holding his gave him a tingling sensation. Her sweet, gentle smile made him wanna smile.

''Why is my heart thumping so hard? And fast? And why does my skin tingle whenever you touch me? And why do I wanna smile when you smile?'' Seonghwa rambled his questions out loud.

Jiwoo chuckled at his ramble. How would such a notorious criminal be so adorable.

''Your heart is thumping hard and fast because you’re excited, or when you’re in love. Your skin is either tingling because you’re in love with me or because your allergic to me, and smiles are infectious''

Seonghwa’s eyes widened as he came to a realization. He was in love with the woman in front of him.

''I’m kidding. I have no idea why all that is happening to you'' Jiwoo smiled.

Deposited the woman joking, he was quite sure he was in love with her.

''I think I like you… more than I’d like to admit''

The woman froze. He couldn’t. It was like a poor version of Romeo and Juliette.

''Well, I don’t know if I can say the same right at this moment-''

''I knew it! No one could ever love me! You lied to me!''

Seonghwa swiftly pulled out a gun and pressed it to Jiwoo’s forehead.

The cold metal pressing against her forehead would turn anyone into a frantic mess, but Jiwoo was surprisingly calm. She trusted him.

Which could be stupid, but she listened to her gut feeling.

It almost annoyed Seonghwa that he couldn’t terrify her. He always put fear in people without even trying! He could walk down the street to get a cup of coffee and people would disappear faster than one could count to three.

But why wasn’t this woman scared of him?

She was more scared of his feelings than she was of a gun, pressed against her forehead by the most notorious criminal Korea’d ever seen.

And why couldn’t he hurt her? He’d never had a problem with killing, torturing, kidnapping and so on.

But this woman, something about this woman made him wanna remove all the evil in the world. He could never hurt her! He wanted to protect her from anything that could possibly be evil.

''I- I- I can’t do it! Why can’t I kill you? I’ve never had a problem with it before! What makes you special? You make me wanna quit the criminal life! You make me wanna remove all the evil in the world! I wanna protect you from anything that could possibly hurt you'' He threw the gun across the room in rage.

Jiwoo smiled. ''You are in love with me, Park Seonghwa. Whether you like it or not ''

''I don’t like it! You don’t like me back!'' Seonghwa exclaimed. He almost looked like a three year old throwing a temper tantrum.

''Look, it might be because I've only just met you, or the fact that you're wanted for basically every single thing you can be wanted for, but if I get to know you, the feelings might change'' She held his, cold, hands in her warm ones.

Jiwoo grabbed his arms and pulled at them. ''Come on, I saw a giant TV in one of your millions of rooms, you've gotta have some kind of games. Let's play''

''For a police Officer your aim is really shitty'' Seonghwa chuckled as he won another match.

''It's a lot easier in real life'' Jiwoo mumbled and threw the controller on the couch. She threw it hard enough for it to bounce, and smack Seonghwa in the face. ''Oh my god, I am so sorry!''

Seonghwa glared at the woman. ''How dare you?''

Jiwoo tried her best to not laugh as Seonghwa glared at her. She couldn't really take him seriously. Why? She had no idea, he was terrifying when he glared at someone.

He grabbed her by the waist and pinned her down to the couch.

''I said I'm sorry'' Jiwoo mumbled as the mood changed within a second. ''What more do you want? Kiss it better? Where does it hurt?'' Jiwoo cooed in a judging way.

''I mean, that would be rather nice, wouldn't it?'' He leaned closer to her with a small smirk on his lips. ''My lips hurt, kiss them better?''

The woman didn't know what came over her, but she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. Seonghwa smirked as her lips pressed against his.

As they deepened the kiss Seonghwa removed one of his hands to place it on Jiwoo's cheek, but instead he managed to fall off the couch with a small "Ouff"

Jiwoo sat up and looked down at the boy. She chuckled slightly before he grabbed her and pulled him down on top of him. A small "Ouff" left them both again. Jiwoo chuckled as she straddled his waist.

Seonghwa looked at her with adoring eyes. His hands laid on her thighs, on which his thumbs drew small circles. The woman didn't know what to do as he stared at her. She blushed and lowered her gaze, causing him to chuckle.

''Cute'' He mumbled before he allowed his hands to travel up her thighs, past her waist and under the hem of her shirt. Goosebumps grew on her skin as his fingertips did as they wished.

''What is your next plan?'' Jiwoo raised an eyebrow as she looked down at the man. She tried to not blush as he stared at her.

''As I said, you'd be surprised what a single man could accomplish with the right motivation'' He winked and sat up, face less than an inch from hers.

''What's your motivation right now?''

''You''

[fbfh]

hey would u be into writing logan huntzberger? i desperately want to see 40 year old x 29 year old pregnant rory (or reader) and him getting all possessive and territorial and glaring at anyone who comes near them

yo yo YOOOOOO HELL YES I WOULD

no bc as SOON as Logan meets you he knows that you're literally perfect. you are THE one he absolutely has to end up with. if he doesn't cuff you immediately he's going to lose his goddamn shit. he does, bc of course he does, and he knows that he will barely be able to hold back. your relationship moves so fast and between that and the age gap if it were anyone else it would be a huge red flag. but it's not anyone else, it's Logan. he overheard you on the phone with one of your friends talking about how bad your baby fever is, and how you wish you could talk to Logan about it but you don't want to make it weird since you haven't technically been together super long. but you don't need to. as soon as you're off the phone he throws your birth control in the trash and tells you he doesn't want you taking it anymore. you try to protest but he sits you on the edge of the bathroom counter and kisses you in that way he does that turns your brain to tingly mush.

"What if what?" more kissing. "'f you get pregnant?"

he mumbles it against your lips in that intimate way of his before he starts kissing you more and more and your head is already spinning as you feel his cock getting all chubby and hard faster than ever.

"That's kind of the point, ace..."

my god if you thought he spoiled you before????? holy shit just wait until you're pregnant. this man will move mountains for you. he will move heaven and earth in ways you never thought possible to make sure your and your baby's every conceivable need are always met. he will ensure that y9ou are more stress free than ever. he will ensure that your pregnancy is as wonderful and magical as a unicorn leading a parade of rainbows and puppies. And he is SO MOTHERFUCKING PROUD and SO MOTHERFUCKING PROTECTIVE! He can’t keep his hands off your fuckin belly. He looks at you with such overwhelming fondness and the sweetest smiles. One of his love languages is touch and he will be so so so affectionate with you. He literally LOVES shopping for maternity clothes with you, loves getting you cute little dresses and supportive belly bands, he seriously cannot keep his hands off you. You are GLOWING and everyone can see it. If anyone so much as looks at you for too long, Logan clocks it in an instant. He loves showing off your wedding rings, the huge ass diamond practically as big as your head. He loves how clingy you are with him, how much you rely on him. He loves seeing other guys stomachs drop when he catches them sizing you up. Logan has a huge ass powerful aura, people know he’s not someone you wanna fuck with, and he sleeps so well at night cuddled up next to you, KNOWING that he can and will and does protect you and your baby. Your little family. He knows his 20something year old self would be shocked, and he can’t believe it’s all real. That he has you, that you’re having his baby. That he gets to be a better dad than his, and he gets to do it with you.