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tonycries · 1 year ago

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Love Is Blind

Synopsis. Boys who don’t take their glasses off until after they eat you out. Face stuffed desperately between your thighs and nose-deep in your cunt, he knows his glasses are bound to get dirty - but that’s half the fun.

Pairing. Multiple x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, cunnilingus, oral sex (female receiving) he’s a bit mean but sexy, glasses kink (??!!?), pet names (angel, baby), swearing.

Word count. 1.2k

A/N. My way of coping with only being able to wear fake glasses.

Art by @_3aem on X.

Boys who don’t take their glasses off until after they eat you out.

His hair was askew, lips stinging, and glasses lopsided from the feral make-out session he’d pulled you into right as he walked in through that damn door. Kissing you as if your lips were the source of life itself.

He knows he’s being rougher than usual. Nails digging neat crescents into your pretty thighs as he bullies your legs apart on the cold kitchen counter. Pushing his glasses back up, he has to bite back a groan at your glistening cunt. Shit, all he did was throw you around a bit and you’re already so wet for him.

You’d been teasing him all morning before work. Wearing that damn short skirt - his favorite - and batting your lashes at him in a way you knew would have you bent over and stuffed full of his cock in seconds.

Fuck whoever invented the work week, he’d rather stay in bed with his pretty girl till the neighbors file a noise complaint again.

Yet, for the way he couldn’t stop thinking about you - fucking his fist pathetically in that dingy work bathroom - you were going to pay tonight.

Almost in a trance, he barely registers the pain as his knees hit the tile desperately, brows furrowed as if in the depths of prayer. Perhaps he was - lustful gaze looking over his frames to flicker indecisively between your half-lidded eyes and kiss-bitten lips, which move to whimper “Hngh- Baby, I need your mouth on me so bad.”

Ah, he really had a goddess splayed out and aching for him.

“Mm, oh really?” he breathes hotly over your quivering pussy, glasses slightly fogging up as he teases himself just as much as you. The slow torture was delicious.

“Yes!.”

A smug smile spreads across his face.

You flinch when the cold plastic of his glasses touches your throbbing clit as his face meets your cunt, tongue flattening against your swollen folds - not yet dipping inside. You gasp at the sensation, the lack of what you crave so badly.

He feels drunk off the pretty mewls escaping your mouth, mind almost hazy enough to go easy on you. Almost.

“Get my glasses dirty and you’ll be making up for it, angel.” he murmurs lowly, voice sending vibrations to your pussy that have it clenching around nothing.

Lewd squelches fill the air as his tongue slides teasingly between your folds in an unhurried rhythm that has your hips bucking for more. “Behave.” he warns, fingers holding your hips so firmly in place that he’s sure he leaves marks.

“B-but…want you inside me. Want to come around your tongue, baby.”

Shit, you were so good at winding him up, knowing everything that makes him tick.

But all he can remember is the little smirk curling around your lips as you bent over in that godforsaken skirt right as he was one step out the door on the way to an urgent meeting.

This time, he wanted to play with you a little more.

He breathes you in so sinfully as his nose catches on your pulsing clit, finally giving you an ounce of the friction you’ve been craving so desperately.

“Hah- Don’t stop.” you beg.

Doing exactly the opposite, he pulls away, your slick forming a pretty gloss all over his bruised lips - dangerously close to where his glasses rested on his nose.

“Oh? Thought you were holding out on me, angel. Where did that go?” he cocks his head, chuckling at your frustrated whines.

“I’m sorry baby. Hngh-” he cuts you off with a long lick dipping into your dripping hole playfully.

“Yeah?” he hums.

“Yes.”

“Won’t make me pop a boner during meetings anymore?” he whispers, lips ghosting a hair’s breadth from where you needed him the most.

“No- please! I’ll be good for you.” you sputter out.

Now, in all his years of loving you, he’s done everything he can so that you never shed a tear when you’re with him. Even going so far as to smother you in kisses to try and make you smile each time the dog dies in those damn sappy movies during date night.

But right now, the impatient tears that cling to your lashes at his actions make his cock twitch, a carnal part of him delighting in your desperation for him.

“Tell me what you want, my angel.”

“Fuck me with your tongue…please.” your whimpers send blood rushing straight to his already painfully hard cock.

The heat of his tongue and the sex in the air as he dives nose-deep into your dripping pussy has condensation building up on his glasses. His tongue attacks your hole ruthlessly, dipping in and out at a pace that has you gripping the counter for support, “Ah! Yes! Keep going, baby.”

His lips make out with your dripping cunt with a lust that eclipses the need for air. A desperation for your essence. Who needs to breathe when he prefers to be smothered by his girl’s pretty pussy.

He moans around your entrance as your juices gush around his tongue, glasses pressing against his face when he pushes his face impossibly closer to your hot core. His eyes roll to the back of his head at your addictive taste. His favorite.

Yelps of his name leave your mouth at each tight circle of his tongue on your clit, only pushing him to suck harder.

He relishes in how messy you are, slick now starting to drip around the corners of his mouth. Absolutely convinced that he’s losing more and more of his grip on reality at each tap! tap! tap! of it hitting the hardwood floor.

His glasses have now completely fogged up, forcing him to continue his abuse on your pussy through pure, feral need. Won’t be long now, he thinks at your breathless moans.

Your juices smearing all over his mouth and nose, he feels you clenching down on him as he ramps up the harsh movements of his mouth. “Jus’ like that. Shit, I’m gonna-” your mewls echo across the room.

You come fast and hard all over his mouth - and his glasses, as he had known you would.

His heavenly sight of your dripping cunt is now blurred by your slick covering the glass, dripping down the side of his frames and onto the kitchen floor. He could barely see a damn thing, but he knows he fucking loves it.

What is it that they say? Love is blind?

He chuckles lowly as you try and catch your breath, legs twitching in sensitivity on the counter.

Slowly removing his glasses, he runs a finger along them, inspecting the mess his girl’s slutty pussy has made. He collects your sweet juices before popping a finger in his mouth - unable to help himself.

He groans at the taste - shit, he should really make you taste yourself later.

In the hazy aftermath of your orgasm, your dazed eyes follow him as he stands to his full height, towering above you.

You see the slight curve of his grin before he deftly slides his glasses onto the bridge of your nose. Legs still spread and feeling the weight of his glasses, you feel so exposed - like you’ve fallen right into his trap.

“Now, now, angel…” he tuts, fingers unbuttoning his tight pants, cock straining for relief.

“What did I say about dirtying my glasses?”

- GOJO, Nanami, Armin, TSUKISHIMA, KUROO, OIKAWA, Kunikida

A/N. Pretend that Kuroo and Armin wear glasses okay. Also apologies if you saw this before, other post was being buggy and I’m still trynna figure stuff out.

Plagiarism not authorized.

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sonarspace · 1 year ago

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love cramp, choso

wc: 1.8k content: fluff (reader has period cramps and he takes care of you). nsfw (oral. fem! receiving. multiple orgasms. face riding. overstimulation if you squint.) a/n: not proofread as usual. idk why its taken me so long to write for him but here we are :D.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

the first time choso eats you out he thinks he’s in heaven. sweet taste and honey like consistency. he can never get enough of tasting you. so when you get your period it’s like his source of food is gone.

you wake up to find your underwear covered in a light shade of red. the cramps come soon after. choso comes over at night, a smile on his face — excited to be around you.

the smile is soon wiped off his face when he walks around the couch to see your eyes scrunched. your body curled up, and your hands clutching your lower abdomen, a cramp hitting when he walked in. “are you okay??” he moves over to you. his hand moves over yours holding your stomach. trying to pry them away to see if you're hurt in anyway.

"cramp," you cry in pain. he pushes the hair sticking to you back and presses a kiss to your head. you huff out a laugh "ha, that was a bad one, but yes i'm okay.. i got my period in the morning".

"ohh," choso elongates the word in understanding. he asked you about it earlier when he noticed the pads in your bathroom shelf and you explained to him what it was then. how your cycle happens once and sometimes twice if the universe was trying to fuck with you.

and sure the universe was trying to fuck with you this time cause only two weeks later your cycle starts again. having done his own research about it, choso's patient and understanding when you lose your temper or get too emotional.

as soon as he finds out your on your period he gives you a quick peck on the lips and is out the door. not because he doesn't want to be around you but because he wants to take care of you in the best way he could. "text me, if you need anything specific i'll be back in twenty minutes."

you text him a "come back quick, i wanna cuddle 😞" after he's gone for ten minutes. he replies "be back real soon sweet cheeks :)". he does a quick google search on foods to reduce menustral cramps and grabs whatever he thinks you'd like from the list: dark chocolate, bananas, avocados, chamomile tea, pineapple and some ice cream just cause, and a heating pad since you've lost yours.

you're sitting up on the couch now, knees brought up to your chest. he gives you a short haul of all the things he's got you. a smile on your face and his love gripping your beating heart as you watch him explain why he bought each item.

a happy tear slips from the corner of your eye and he notices, "why are you crying? does it hurt too much?" you shake your head and chuckle softly "i'm just really happy you're here choso". he blushes "wouldn't wanna be anywhere else, darling".

fifth day of your period and you're barely bleeding. the cramps are almost gone unlike usual. you can't help but notice how he's being a little distant. you're about to ask him but that is until you notice his hard on and connect two and two together. he's sitting beside you trying really hard to keep up with the movie instead of getting on his knees and eating you out like a starved man.

he gulps when you move your hand to his thigh. you know you shouldn't tease him but you do anyway because it's fun to see him get flustered by your touch. your hands slide further up his shorts, your nails lightly scratch his inner thigh. his breath hitches when your pinky finger lightly rubs over his boner.

you fake a yawn and competely remove your hand. "i think we should go to bed," you tell him. he follows you with a confused look. "is there something you want to tell me, choso?" you tease him. "um...can i-" he clears his throat.

he gets on his knees then. "can i please, please, please eat you out?" you're taken aback. your lips parting in a silent gasp — expecting him to ask you for a blowjob instead. "is that why you're so hard?" you raise an eyebrow.

"god yes, baby, please let me touch you. let me make you feel good, please it's all i've been thinking about for the past five days. thought i'd be able to spend the night between your legs but you got your period," he pouts. you laugh, your hand grasping his cheek, "oh choso, you're a such a needy boy, aren't you?" and he nods feverishly.

"go ahead." you tell him. and his lips are immediately kissing up a path to your shorts. his hands on your hips to keep you steady, as he kisses you over your shorts. his nose nuzzling against your clit and he whimpers. his hands make their way under your shirt, his cold fingertips cupping your boobs. you gasp your head falling backwards.

you feel his teeth nipping at the skin of your hips. you look down to see him pulling off your shorts with his mouth. determined to keep massasing your boobs he successfully pulls down both your shorts and panties. "choso," you whine at his neediness. he stands up and press a quick kiss to your lips. his hands under your shirt helping you remove it. fully nude now, he gets rid of his own clothes quickly and pushes you down on the bed. "just relax, i'm going to take such good care of you sweet girl."

he kisses his way down to where you need him the most. leaving hickeys on his way — obessed with the way your skin felt under his lips and between his teeth. his arms move under your legs as he gets comfortable. he slowly licks once from your entrance to your clit, twice, thrice until you moan out a please.

"shh sweet honey, need to take my time. been waiting for five days, you can wait a bit longer for me, can't you?" he pouts. and his pouts always have you melting. "yeah i can wait," you pant. you're so wet — all because of him, he thinks. he takes pride in having you sprawled and needy for him like this, it's rare. sometimes he can't believe he has the same effect on you like you do.

he takes a finger and gathers your wetness on his tip, smearing it all over your stomach. he moans as he bites your inner thigh and inserts a finger into your needy hole. he moves up your body to lick at the wetness he left on your abdomen. the sounds he lets out as he licks it off you are pornographic.

"clenchin around my finger so much, breathe for me baby, deep breaths," he guides you. he chuckles when you give him a blank expression. another kiss to your hips. he always had to kiss you. it's as good as oxygen for him — the taste of you on his lips, on his tongue.

his tongue pokes out and licks lightly at your clit. "that pineapple's made your taste sweeter," he hums. he loved your taste. could live off of it forever. he presses his tongue on your clit, heavy. his eyes meet yours. your lips parted in a whine. his finger plugged in you starts slowly moving in and out, curling — trying to reach that spot in you.

your eyes roll to the back of your head. his long fingers reaching deep inside of you, curling and meeting your sensitive spot. you buck into his hand. your hand makes its way into his hair, scratching lightly. he replaces his finger with his tongue. dipping in and slurping. making filthy noises.

he links a hand with your free hand. the need to hold you through this in some way. his tongue alternates between flicking and sucking your clit and dipping into your needy hole. his thumb rubs your clit quickly trying to get you to reach your orgasm. he feels your walls tighten around his tongue as you cum.

he doesn't stop though. his tongue moves over your clit sucking. desperately wanting you to cum once more. and you do with a loud cry of his name "choso, choso, god, choso".

"no god here baby, just your choso." he smiles. his chin drenched in your juices and his hair slightly undone, sticking to his face. he tries to go down on you once more but you pull him away with the grip you have on his hair. "i can't" you pant.

"it's been five days, sugar. please, please, just one more," he begs and you give in. his tongue moves over you quickly. his teeth coming out to lighlty nip. adding an extra sensation. making it harder for you to keep your orgasm in, you let go. he lays beside you, breathing heavily. he kisses you deeply, enough that you could taste yourself on his tongue. you look down to his cock, rock hard and covered in white liquid. "did you..?" you ask with knowing smile. "yeah, your pussy drives me crazy." he laughs.

still unsatisfied, he grabs your hips moving you over him. "choso?" you question. "need you to ride my face, doll. get yourself off on me, come on. please?" he asks. grabbing your ass and moving under your pussy. you clench around nothing when his breath hits your core. "it's just beggin for my mouth, peach," he pulls you down on his face.

his tongue works you to yet another orgasm. your hips have a mind of their own as they move over him. his nose pushes into your clit. his ministrations this time have you more than cumming. you gasp as you squirt all over his face. surprised that he made you reach this state, he takes it all in like a proud man. satsified groans and whines falling out of his lips.

you pant pushing yourself off him. you lay beside him, breathing heavily — too tired to move. you hiss when you feel a warm towel between your legs. he cleans you up quickly and softly. a gentle peck on the marks his nails left inside your thighs. "choso, no more. please." you whisper.

"no more baby. just cleaning you up". he smiles softly. his hair fully undone and framing his face perfectly. he lays down beside, pulling you in as close he can. "really tired you out, huh?" he pushes your hair back so he could take in your features clearly. your eyes slightly open, cheeks flushed, lips bitten red.

you take him in for the first time in hours as well. his lips flushed a darker color than usual and his cheeks warm as your palm cups his face to pull him in for a kiss. you hum a yes into the kiss. "my girl, my sweet girl. my girl. the most perfect girl. my honey bun. my sugar filled doll. i love you. thank you." he whispers against your lips.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

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vanya-evergreen · 9 months ago

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Quick blurb- batfam x civilian sibling

This was an idea that has been rattling around in my empty shell brain for about the past two days now. Anyways, basically, Sibling was adopted after tim before Damian in classic fanfic fashion, but you decided that you wanted nothing to do with Vigilante activities, if it is because of trauma or pure laziness is up to you. What you need to know is that you maintain a very public appearance with the Wayne name and all.

This means that you are lying your ass off every time one of the batfam members miss an event that they were expected to be at. So you decided to have some fun with it.

"Excuse! Where might your father be?" A reporter, covered by the crowd, shouted interrupting you mid speech.

You stop almost immediately and look out into the direction you heard the voice come from. This was the third time that you had been interrupted. And it was all about the same topic. Bruce Wayne.

This was meant to be a grand opening of a new building Wayne Enterprises had built for a small charity that was for treating childhood cancer, and the only thing I cared about was some rich guy? You didn't like this at all, and it didn't help Bruce's case that you were already pissed at him too.

"I am sorry to say but he couldn't make it..." This is typically where you left it, but out of pure spite you couldn't help but add more "he's resting in bed currently, I think he got a bad burn from last night's activities."

There are multiple rumors you could've been referring. It could've the one about him trying to grab a muffin tray out of the oven, or maybe one about him trying to slide down a pole... in his underwear. The options were endless, and you definitely weren't going to specify.

you continued on with your speech as crowd sat stunned in silence for a few seconds before people began to write once again. Even if their mind was still lingering back to what you implied..

Bruce was pissed, but everyone else thought it was hilarious. Until it started happening to them..

Some took your last snack or stole your phone charger? So what do you do? Make up an embarrassing cover story.

"Oh poor {batfam member}, I heard that he couldn't come today because they were injured. But I could have sworn that they were in the mansion playing around with some suction cups on their face."

The possibilities are really endless! Everyone would try to avoid pissing you off because of these rumors that you created. Hell, some of them even stopped skipping out on public event because of this. Your family began to fear you, you could monopolize the entirety of their public image just because you had more time to attend public events, then them.

Social media absolutely loved you though- everyone got a kick out of how you over shared Wayne's lives (even if it wasn't true). You were the prime source of Wayne gossip, a reporter needed to write something on the waynes they would just go to an event you're speaking at and ask what where your family members are and you would give them the most ridiculous stories. But they ate that shit up.

#batman #batfam #batfam x reader #batfamily x reader #batfamily #x reader #bruce wayne #dc universe #dc x reader #fanfic #blurb #platonic x reader #dc x you #batfam x you #reader is a menace #I enjoy writing a quick witted reader.

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misqnon · 2 years ago

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Royal Blue

A gen Sanji fic, around 6K words. also on ao3, here

“Hey, guys? The News Coo just dropped off a letter with the paper, but I think it was a mistake. It’s not addressed to any of us.”

“Who’s it addressed to?” Robin asks.

“Vinsmoke.” Nami says simply, and Sanji actually staggers in his place on the deck.

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Five times Sanji’s secret past as a Vinsmoke almost got revealed to the crew, and one time he can’t help but tell them.

AKA I love dramatic character revelations and I’m bitter not everyone was there to react to Whole Cake Island.

Disclaimer- I’ve never actually written for an active fandom before, nor have I finished reading/watching One Piece. Please forgive any blatant errors. I’m currently in the middle of Water 7 and I skip around a lot. 90% of my knowledge comes from secondary sources.

pls enjoy!

The first time it happened, it was less of a danger to his cover, and more a painful reminder that he had anything to hide at all.

After all, he’d left that history behind him so long ago that by now, more than 10 years later, he was sure he wouldn’t ever have to reveal that history. Hell, not even Zeff knew. As far as he was concerned, Sanji was just an orphan boy who’d ended up in that unlucky cruise ship kitchen, and he didn’t need to know how he’d gotten there.

So when they’d all been traveling through the Alabasta desert, Luffy and Nami and Vivi and all the rest of the crew, Sanji hadn’t been thinking about it much at all. When they’d found out Vivi was a princess, well, it had put a little ping into his mind. That little, “You’re technically a prince, too, remember?” But he had quickly squashed it. Not anymore, and never again, so he didn’t need to dwell on the commonality between them.

That was, until weeks later, during that boundless desert trip, when they’d all been sitting around the campfire, resting up for the night on the cool desert sand. It was so much more pleasant than the heat that’d been oppressive over their heads all day. Everyone was chatting, idly enjoying the soup he’d made for everyone. Luffy had downed two bowls of it, and was now snoozing with his hat over his head to the right of them all. Zoro seemed to have a similar idea, though it wasn’t clear if he was actually asleep, or just leaning back with his eyes closed in his usual introverted manner.

Nami and Vivi were sharing stories over the meal, shawls pulled over their shoulders, and Usopp and Chopper were messing around beside them, occasionally joining the conversation to interject one of Usopp’s grand adventures or Chopper’s impressed gasps.

He decided to stroll over to the two women, now with his own bowl carefully balanced in his hand. The chef always ate last, after all.

“Hello, Vivi my sweet! And Nami, my swan! How is the soup?” He asked, practically floating through the air to slide in beside them both. Usopp silently rolled his eyes.

Vivi just smiled, answering for both of them. “It’s delicious, Sanji! Thank you for making dinner again.”

“Why of course! It’s my job as the chef, after all!” He sang, still balancing the soup in his hands that he has yet to even touch, now distracted.

Then, he continued, “You know, this recipe is sometimes called ‘Marry Me Soup.’ They say it’s so good that it’ll convince you to marry the chef.” He said, wiggling his already swirling eyebrow.

Vivi just giggled. “I’m flattered, Sanji, but I don’t think my father would appreciate me getting married right now. Besides, I’ve always been told I’m expected to marry a prince.” She didn’t seem particularly happy about this, nor did she seem very enthusiastic about marriage, period- but Sanji still deflated at the undercut of a rejection. For multiple reasons.

The hopeless flirt within him almost blurted out, ‘Well, it’s your lucky day then, Princess Vivi!’

Except it didn’t, at all, because even for Vivi’s hand in marriage he wouldn’t let that secret slip.

Instead, he just clamped his jaw shut, sat down beside them, and took a sad sip of his soup. Usopp and Chopper laughed, unaware of the true reason for his melancholy. Nami reassured Vivi he’d be fine after she momentarily worried she’d offended him, before scooching closer to inquire further if she really had to marry a prince someday, against her will. They began chatting again, Nami looking fiercely protective all of a sudden.

Sanji only had a couple more spoonfuls before he stood, silently, and walked off a few feet away from the group for a smoke.

A certain green-haired swordsman poked an eye open to glance over at him as he walked by.

That was odd. Sanji didn’t usually smoke while people were still eating. Especially the ladies. It was inconsiderate, he said, cigarette smoke wafting into people’s faces while they tried to eat, tainting the taste with the smell of nicotine.

But there he was, huffing away at the cigarette a bit too fast, in Zoro’s opinion. Then again, he didn’t really know anything about smoking. Nor did he care. He shrugged, shut his eye again, and went back to resting.

Now that Sanji thought about it, looking back, maybe it’d been on his mind more than he thought. After all, why else had he used the codename “Mr. Prince” while he impersonated Mr. 3?

—

“Liar Noland?”

“You know it, Sanji?” Nami asks, peering at this book that she’s never heard of. “But it says it was published in the North Blue.”

“I was born in the North Blue.” He says, and actually smiles, wide and true. His memories of back then are anything but good, but…

“Didn’t I tell you?” He tries to play off, though he knows he’s done no such thing. “It’s where I grew up.”

“No, I thought you were from the East like the rest of us.” She muses, and Usopp agrees.

Sanji continues. And a smile comes to his face again, for the same reason. “My mom used to read me that book when I was a kid.”

For a moment Nami and Usopp both think this is the first Sanji’s told them much of anything about his childhood- they know he had a pretty rough going when he met Zeff, but that’s about it. They’re too focused on the task at hand, though.

Nami opens it and begins to read, the rest of the conversation forgotten.

—

The seven of them stood around the ancient stone door as if peering at it would do anything.

“WHY WON’T THIS STUPID DOOR OPEN!?” Luffy yelled eventually, stomping his feet with impatience.

Robin stepped forward, looking closer at the intricate carvings of winged creatures and giant serpents. Most compelling was the small bowl that seemed to be carved into the center, right below a sharpened bit of rock in the enclave.

“I’ve never seen anything like this before…” She said, hand to her chin in thought. Unlike Luffy, she wasn’t upset, only engulfed in academic curiosity. She stepped back then, walking away to inspect the other parts of the carvings, further down the wall.

“Can’t we just break it down?” Zoro asked, poking at the old stone with little regard for its value. Nami frowned at him, slapping his hand away.

Robin didn’t waste any emotion at his comment, still looking at the newfound bit of text she’d found behind some ivy.

“This stuff is ancient, you idiot! It’s irreplaceable!” Nami growled, scowling as Zoro narrowed his eyes back at her. For a moment, Robin felt a bit of appreciation for the navigator. She was definitely the most levelheaded of this group so far.

“It could be booby-trapped! Besides, it’s probably worth a ton of Berry.” She said, eye’s suddenly aglow with a mischievous shine.

Nevermind, Robin thought with a sigh.

Sanji, Usopp, and Chopper stood back with little to contribute. Usopp seemed to be trying to think of a way to get them over the impossibly tall wall, while Chopper distracted Luffy with the sighting of a big beetle.

Sanji just stood there, a lit cigarette lazily lilting smoke between his teeth. They’d probably figure it out between Usopp, Robin, and Nami. Meanwhile, he could continue to plan out what to make for the rest of the week with the meager rations of fruit and meat they’d gathered.

That was, until Robin finally stood, hand still on her chin but a look of accomplishment dancing on her features.

“Here. It says that to open the door, we must provide a drop of royal blood.” She explained, pointing to the ancient language inscribed on the ivy-covered wall.

Everyone rose their eyebrows at that, including (and especially) Sanji.

“Royal blood?” Usopp asked, confused. “Like a king or something?”

“Aw, man!” Luffy cried. “If only Vivi was still with us!”

“That doesn’t make any damn sense.” Zoro said. “How does the wall know whether the blood is royal or not?”

Robin shrugged. She was an archaeologist, not a scientist. “Who knows.” She said simply.

“I’ll just try it.” Luffy said, rolling up his sleeves and stomping over to the little enclave that held the bowl and the piercing rock.

“Wait!!” Chopper yelled. “You can’t just go stabbing yourself with ancient rocks! Especially ones that have already had other people’s blood on it!” He cried, now trying to pull Luffy away from the wall. He continued to drone on about bacteria and blood-borne diseases as Sanji began sucking a little harder on his cigarette.

Honestly, he didn’t really see the need to get into the old temple anyway. He was starting to think they should just leave. For completely unselfish reasons.

“For once, I agree with the marimo. Let’s just break the damn thing open.” He said, stretching his leg.

“No, damnit!” Nami said, stomping over to him. “You could set off a trap!”

He frowned at that, putting his leg down obediently.

Usopp was next to Robin now, looking between the inscription she’d found and the spot where Chopper was still frantically pulling Luffy away from. “I don’t get it.” He decided finally. “Besides, what do they mean by ‘royal blood,’ exactly? Will any royal blood work, or only the royal blood of whoever ruled this nation?”

Robin found it to be a very good question coming from the teen. She nodded in agreement. “True. The inscription doesn’t clarify.”

As soon as Usopp said it, he began to wonder the same thing. And it made him more nervous. His poor cigarette was almost spent now.

Would his blood work? If it did, would they suspect anything? Should he put it in now, and claim the door was just stupid, like Zoro had claimed earlier? If so, he’d better do it before Luffy, in case the rubber man’s didn’t work-

“HAHA!” Luffy exclaimed, finally pricking the tip of a rubbery outstretched finger on the rock. Chopper deflated in resignation, now joining the rest of them in peering at the bowl as Luffy’s blood fell into it.

The drop of blood fell into the bowl, sat momentarily on the bottom, then was suddenly absorbed by the porous stone as if it was dying of thirst. Everyone looked on in various states of amazement and fear as they waited, one second, two seconds, three seconds, five, ten-

“...I don’t think it’s doing anything.” Nami finally grumbled.

“Well, the good news is, it doesn’t look like it set off any traps.” Replied Usopp, looking around anxiously for any sign of movement in the jungle around them.

Robin was peering at the bowl with curious blue eyes. “Intriguing…”

“Aw, man!” Luffy huffed. He turned suddenly to Usopp. “Usopp, you try.”

“WHAAA? WHY ME?”

“You like Kaya. And Kaya’s kinda royalty. That’s close enough, right?”

“KAYA ISN’T A PRINCESS, LUFFY! SHE’S JUST RICH! AND I’M NOT EVEN HER! THAT’S TOO MUCH OF A STRETCH.” Usopp yelled in frustration.

Zoro, Chopper, and Nami were various degrees of frustrated and fed up listening to the two of them bicker. Sanji was still anxiously tapping his foot, hoping the captain wouldn’t systematically make them all try. And if he did, hoping that his didn’t do shit.

That is, until they heard the familiar call of Marines from up the path behind them.

Sanji turned, eyes wide with panic. “Shit-” He said, lighting another cigarette.

“Marines? All the way up here? How?” Someone said. Sanji wasn’t even paying attention anymore.

“HURRY USOPP! C’MON, GO!”

“NO, LUFFY! MINE WON’T BE ANY DIFFERENT!”

Zoro started unsheathing Wado, ready for a fight, though even he seemed to realize that that was far too many Marines and they were far too close to be able to run.

As the group devolved into arguing, panic, and frantic attempts to prepare for a fight, Sanji looked back one last time at that stupid door and its stupid little blood-sacrifice bowl.

The Marines were visible now, charging from the bottom of the hill and quickly approaching- the path they’d used to get here- the only path out- now blocked.

Sanji cursed, pushing through the mess of the crew and jabbing his thumb onto the rock.

The group went quiet as the giant stone doors began to shake, then pulled slowly open into a dark, but open, temple.

They all looked in surprise to Sanji, who bit down on his cigarette and began running through the opening.

“C’mon, idiots! The Marines are right behind us!”

The group took one look back and followed, sighing in relief as the giant stone doors began to pull shut again just as they’d all made it through.

Everyone was still running, unsure if the Marines would be able to power through, though Luffy had bound up beside him to ask,

“WOOOAH, SANJI! ARE YOU ROYALTY OR SOMETHING?”

“No, idiot. The door’s just stupid. It probably just didn’t work for you ‘cause your blood’s all rubbery and shit.”

Luffy frowned at that, though he seemed satisfied with that answer.

Sanji didn’t turn around after that, but by the feeling of several pairs of eyes boring into the back of his head, he got the feeling the rest of the crew wasn’t quite as convinced.

—

Luckily for him, (and quite unluckily for everyone else), the temple was indeed filled with booby-traps. No one had any time to ask him why the hell his blood had worked because they’d spent the next hour or so of their lives trying not to die.

When they finally made it out the other side, sweaty and beat-up and a few crewmates still a little bit on fire, it was the last thing on everyone’s minds. Especially considering the map they’d found as spoils for their trouble.

Later that night, though, when they’d made it back to the Going Merry and everyone had feasted on grilled pork and pineapple and rice, Zoro stayed behind after dinner, arms crossed and leaning broodily against the doorframe, all despite the drinking that was now taking place out on the deck.

“What do you want, Marimo?” Sanji spit, though he had a feeling he might already know what it was.

“Why did your blood open up that door?”

“Like I said, I don’t think that hunk of rock can actually differentiate between royal blood and not. We just got lucky.”

“Luffy’s blood didn’t work.”

“Yea, and like I said, it’s probably because his blood’s all fucked up and made of rubber.” Sanji bit back, emphasizing the fact that he’d already explained this.

“He’s still human. And I’m pretty sure I heard the Marines trying to prick themselves on it too after we got through.”

Sanji shrugged. “I guess I got some royalty in my family line somewhere, then. Like I said, lucky for us.”

Zoro glared at him. ‘Like I said, like I said.’ It was suspicious.

“Whatever, shit-cook.” He finally replied, shoving off the wall and heading back out to deck to join the party.

Sanji bitterly lit another cigarette.

—

“Newspaper’s here!” Someone calls from the front deck of the Sunny. Sanji’s already walking around with a tray of drinks, currently stopped at Zoro, who takes it without much of a thank you aside from a glance.

He rolls his eyes and moves on, wanting to take a peek at the paper anyway. Nami has it at the moment, so he heads over, even though he’s already given her her drink- first, as always.

“Anything interesting, Nami?” He asks, forgoing the swan~ that got him an eyeroll earlier. He’s also just genuinely curious, which has him distracted just enough to act normal around women.

She skims it and frowns. “Nah, not much. Unless you consider Buggy interesting news.” She says, throwing the stack of parchment to the nearby table without a care. She takes her drink and leaves, presumably to go work at her desk.

Sanji does not find Buggy the Clown to be worthy of his attention, but the damn weirdo happens to pop up way more than he or any of the crew seems to think reasonable.

Regardless, he takes a peek at the newspaper anyway, since he’s already there. Nami’s right, nothing’s of interest- save for the stupid comic strip they’ve included on the last page.

Sora, Warrior of the Sea.

Sanji frowns, his face twisting up into the kind of gangster-like grimace he reserves for Zoro when he’s most exceptionally pissed him off.

He’s not nearly as bothered about it as he should be, but the comic is included in almost every issue of the paper they’ve received since they hit the Grand Line. The first time he’d spotted the Vinsmoke name he’d nearly had a stroke, but apparently, the few crew members who actually read that bit of the paper seemed convinced it was all fictional, the villainous Germa 66 army included.

Sanji was quite fine with leaving it that way.

It’s just a shitty attempt at Marine propaganda, and the fact his family’s been written in as villains as if they aren’t a real royal family kinda does make him laugh. They’ve become so synonymous with evil that they’re written as cartoon villains by the same news company that works with them in the crime underworld. Sanji’s surprised they don’t see it as a slap in the face- maybe they do, but the strips continue to come out unchanged.

On the best days he laughs acridly at the insult it does his biological father, on the worst he bites his lip in anger that he and his crew have to be exposed to their existence.

Though…

He reads the title over again.

Even if it’s just some bullshit marine propaganda, the way they’ve named the main character who beats the evil Germa family again and again brings a small grin to his lips.

—

All in all, the various times his past had almost come out had been relatively easy to cover up.

The closest call, however, had been when they’d landed on an unsuspecting Spring island, a little too close to the North Blue for his liking.

Franky had stayed behind to work on the ship, but the rest of them had gone ahead and went inland to restock supplies, stretch their legs, and find what this island had to offer.

And for once, they'd decided to stick together instead of splitting up. Mainly because some signs around town had said something about a big festival taking place in the square, and Nami, Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper had convinced the last few less sociable crewmates to come along.

Despite the proximity to North Blue, Sanji wasn't actually that worried. He'd never heard of this island before, and he doubted his father would be anywhere near it either. Germa may be a wandering country, but it hadn't left the North Blue in a while as far as he knew, and at the moment they were still in the Grand Line.

So when they all walked up the brick path to the town square, finding before them a wonderful spread of tents, stages, and food stalls, he actually found himself a little excited. Good food, good entertainment, and- he squinted his eyes at the closest stage, where a group of women in traditional garb were performing a folk dance.

Beautiful women? Hell yea, maybe this pit stop would be worth it after all.

“Wow, this looks amazing!” Nami cried, clapping her hands together. “I wonder what it’s all for?”

Usopp jutted a hand over his shoulder. “I think one of the signs we passed said it’s somebody’s birthday. Probably one of the kingdom’s rulers, if I had to guess.”

“Usopp, look!” Chopper interjected, pulling lightly on the leg of the sharpshooter’s pants. “They have cotton candy!”

“Cotton Candy!?” Luffy grinned, patting his hat. He ran off like a cartoon character, leaving a trail of smoke and guffaws of laughter behind him. Usopp and Chopper followed behind.

“Wait! You guys don’t have any money!” Nami said, jogging after them with her Berry pouch already half-opened to loan some out (with interest).

Eventually, she’d caught them, and handed out a bit of Berry to the rest of the crew, too. She sent Zoro back to the ship to grab Franky, both so he wouldn’t miss out and so that Zoro wouldn’t get lost on his own. (If he could even make it back to the ship, anyway).

Then she and Robin began making rounds to all the shops and stalls while they waited, leaving Sanji to do whatever he liked by his lonesome.

And he had absolutely no problem with that.

Obviously, he went straight over to the dancers, making obnoxious heart-eyes in the audience while he watched.

Soon enough, though, he calmed down and ended up wandering the food stalls, trading recipes with the vendors and even picking up some local produce from others.

He'd spent nearly an hour doing so, occasionally running into another Strawhat or two, when a man stopped him near one of the textile stalls.

Sanji had been about to head back to the ship, looking over one last fancy gourd with a scrutable eye, when someone called out his name. Well, a name.

"Young Master Vinsmoke?"

Sanji felt his blood run cold. He snapped his head up, his eyes meeting a man he didn't recognize.

He looked friendly enough- actually, he looked quite pleased to see him. He was posed nervously, as if he couldn't believe what was before him.

Now that Sanji thought about it, he did look somewhat familiar- the frilly outfit and the pins, bobs, and needles stuck into his pin-cushion bottoms. Some measuring tape hung loosely from a pack on his side, and bifocal glasses sat atop his head.

Not familiar enough, though. And Sanji didn't care who the hell he was, not after calling him that.

"Are you talking to me?" Sanji asked, cold anger already growing, though at the moment he was trying to keep his cool.

The man shook his head in amazement. "It is you, isn't it? Young Master Sanji? Why, they told me you'd died!"

Sanji just gaped at him, his latest cigarette falling gracelessly out of his mouth.

He suddenly grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt and dragged the two of them behind the nearest stall, to an unoccupied alleyway nearby. The man squeaked in surprise, which Sanji ignored.

"Who the hell are you?" He gritted out, suddenly realizing his friends could be nearby. He prayed nobody had heard them. After last time, there'd be no way he'd be able to sweep it under the rug again.

"O-Oh, you don't remember me! My apologies, sir. I'm Taloose. I work as a royal tailor. I worked for your family when you were young, Mr. Vinsmoke.”

“STOP CALLING ME THAT.” Sanji growled, resisting the urge to pull the man up by the lapels of his frilly suit. He knew the other man didn’t know any better, but it still pissed him off.

Taloose squeaked again. “I’m sorry, sir!”

Sanji let out an irritated breath. “And stop calling me sir.” He grumbled, though with considerably less bite.

“I don’t answer to that name anymore, and I’m not a prince either. So just Sanji is fine.”

The tailor seemed hesitant to comply, but he nodded, silently.

There was a long and uncomfortable silence then. Sanji did recognize him, now that he thought about it. He barely saw the guy- maybe every couple months when he was really young, coming in to fix up little suits for special events for him and his siblings. At that age Sanji was still quite friendly, despite the abuse, but he didn’t form close bonds with the various workers at the beck and call of the Vinsmokes. If anything, he was too focused on his mother’s health and his failings in training. Any memories of this guy were quick snippets and stills of standing on a platform with measuring tape around his waist, and little else.

Realizing the silence had stretched a bit too far, Sanji figured he should probably say something. He had dragged the guy back here, after all.

“Tell me…If you worked for my family, then what are you doing here?” He tried not to let his anxiety seep into his question.

“Well, I’m a traveling tailor. I serve many royal families, including the family here. I helped craft the princess’s dress for this party, as well as some of the other family members. Once I was done, I decided I’d stop by and peruse the textile booths around the market- quite a fine selection if I do say so myself-!” He watched Sanji’s face become irritated and decided to shut up. “But, yes. Just here for the event, really.”

Sanji eyed him carefully. “Do you…still work for my family?”

Taloose shook his head. “No, actually. I don’t mean to flatter you, but you were always my favorite of the Vinsmoke children. Miss Reiju was alright, but the other three boys were quite rude, and with age they only got worse.” He made an unsettled face, as if to imply ‘rude’ wasn’t the full extent of it.

“It became increasingly difficult to work with them, and my work reflected that. I was on the verge of quitting anyway when your father fired me. I wasn’t qualified to be sewing raid suits anyway.” He scoffed.

“So you don’t have contact with them any more? You won’t tell them that you met me here?” Now his voice was betraying his anxiety, but he didn’t care.

Taloose just shook his head, smiling kindly. “No sir. I wouldn’t go back even if they paid me a million berries!” He said, standing tall and adjusting his frilly collar with pride.

Sanji felt himself relax a bit. He nevertheless pulled a new cigarette from the pack in his front pocket.

“You wouldn’t happen to know where they are nowadays, would you?” He asked after a drag. His fingers twitched ever so slightly despite the coolness he now desperately attempted to front.

Taloose was luckily a man without judgement. He shook his head gently. “No, I don’t have a clue. Hard to tell with the place always on the move.” He paused then, looking over Sanji with keen eyes.

“...I can tell you don’t wish to see them again. I apologize if my presence here made you uncomfortable. I assure you, I haven’t had contact with the Vinsmoke family in years. Should for whatever reason I come into contact with them again, I will not reveal your presence.” He says, bowing. “I promise.” A smile graces his face within the bow.

Sanji grumbles as he grabs Taloose by his collar, yanking him up to stand again. “Ya don’t gotta bow to me, idiot.”

“...But I appreciate that. Thanks.”

—

Sanji and Taloose part ways after that.

He’s glad to be rid of the reminder of his past, glad to have the reassurance the Vinsmokes aren’t actively searching for him or anything- but still troubled to have these memories brought back yet again. Running from your past is easy until you’re traveling the world with infamy, and suddenly the spotlight seems to put you back on the radar of harm long thought dead.

Make no mistake, Sanji didn’t regret his choice to join the Strawhats in the slightest. But he was beginning to wonder how much longer he could conceivably keep this secret.

It’s two years before it finally comes back to bite him in the ass.

—

“Hey, guys? The News Coo just dropped off a letter with the paper, but I think it was a mistake. It’s not addressed to any of us.”

Everyone’s heads pop up from their respective locations around the ship, peeking at Nami and the stack of papers now held in her hand. Luffy swings over from his spot on the figurehead.

“What’s it say!? Open it!” He yells excitedly, now looking down over her shoulder at it himself.

“You can’t open someone else’s mail, Luffy, it’s against the law.”

“We’re pirates!” He retorts, and for once Nami feels silly, realizing he’s right in this matter. She purses her lips and eyeballs it again, some recognition starting to come to her face.

Sanji has come down from the galley by now, hands in his pocket as he and most of the rest of the crew approaches the only entertainment they’ve had so far on an unusually boring day of sailing.

“Who’s it addressed to?” Robin asks.

“Vinsmoke.” Nami says simply, and Sanji actually staggers in his place on the deck.

“Strangely enough, isn’t that the villain from that popular comic in the newspaper sometime? Why on Earth would someone try to send a fake character a letter? And how’d we end up with it?” Nami continues, though Sanji doesn’t hear her. He’s too busy falling into the depths of a panic attack here and now.

He’d say that his stomach dropped when he heard her say the name, that his blood ran cold, but with his worst trauma suddenly cropping up in front of him in real life, truly occurring and unable to be stopped, right before the gaze of his crew, his family- he just feels nothing. A switch flips in him and all he feels his nothingness, and then pure hot fear.

“...Sanji? Are you okay?” Chopper asks from beside him, his kind face full of worry at the cook’s near instant reaction. He looks pale, his face is staring straight down at the deck like if he doesn’t look up it isn’t real, and from this angle Chopper can actually see both of his eyes for once, and they’re both blown wide and full of fear.

But he doesn’t answer, because as Chopper asks this Nami slips her thumb under the fold of the envelope and is about to rip it open, and Sanji lurches forward and has to stop himself from Diable Jambe-ing Nami’s hands and burning the letter to ash. He still does something quite out of character for him when it comes to the redheaded woman- which is that he actually yells at her to stop.

Nami, and everyone else, for that matter, freezes.

“Sanji?” Nami asks, incredulous, and a little worried.

He settles for taking it from her hands, as gently as he can manage, which is not at all.

“Don’t.” He says darkly, even though he already has the letter safely in his own hands.

Everyone is silent. They all expect someone to break the silence and yell about not being rude to Nami, but the person they expect to do so is standing right in front of them, doing exactly that. Sanji sighs, and without looking at his crew, slowly rips open the letter.

He looks it over, eyeing it as if he’s in his own pocket dimension at the moment, and no one else is there. Then, when he’s read the contents, he pauses, folds the letter, and sticks it in the pocket of his slacks.

Everyone is waiting with a question on their lips when he finally looks up again, but no one says anything, even Luffy.

Then Sanji sighs, and crosses his arms. He looks all of a sudden more nervous and unsure of himself than they’ve seen him since before Saboady, maybe even since they’ve met him.

“Do you guys remember…back in Skypiea, when we found the book Liar Noland?”

It seems an odd place to start, but they all give various sorts of a nod.

“And I told you all how I was actually born in the North Blue.” He says, reaching an arm up to rub awkwardly at the back of his neck. He really wished he had a cigarette right now, but he didn’t want to interrupt by lighting one.

They nod again, aside from Franky and Brook, who hadn’t been on the crew yet at that time.

“Well…” He can’t help it anymore. Quicker than they’ve ever seen him do it before, he slips a cig from his pack and lights it with ease, pulling some smoke out of it like he’s thirsty for it. They’ve all started to put pieces together by now, or at the very least, realize he’s about to open up to them about something quite big.

“My real name…No. My birth name is Vinsmoke Sanji.” He says, wincing at the words put together outloud. “And I’m…I was a prince.”

Everyone’s eyebrows raise at that, eyes widening; save for Zoro and Luffy, who stay relatively straight-faced, listening intently.

“I left when I was 8. I snuck onto a cruise ship, and then Zeff found me.” He continues, mincing the more ugly details that he doesn’t quite feel ready to tell them yet. He doesn’t want this to become a sob story.

“Basically, I’m a runaway prince. Though my father told everyone I was dead anyway…” He sucks in another breath full of smoke. He keeps stuttering and trailing off in his words in a way that so isn’t like him, it’s making him sick. He just wants to get this over with.

“The point is, this letter…It’s for me. I’ve been invited back…”

For a moment, Sanji considers not telling them the truth. He doesn’t want to put them in danger, he doesn’t want them to pity him, he doesn’t want them to feel the need to help him, to do so because he’s too weak to do it himself.

But he also trusts them. More than anyone else in the world, save for his father. His real father.

“For an arranged marriage to one of Big Mom’s daughters.” He grits out, biting down on his cigarette with distaste.

Usopp looks ready to burst with questions, Nami and Robin are incredulous, and even Zoro looks vaguely emotive. Franky and Chopper and Brook are just waiting for someone else to say something first.

But Luffy is, strangely enough, smiling. He adjusts the position of the straw hat on his head, ensuring it’s nice and tight. Then he gives Sanji a grin.

“I’ve been waiting for a reason to pick a fight with Big Mom.” He says.

And somehow, that’s the most reassuring thing he could have heard Luffy say to all of that.

#one piece #one piece spoilers #i am a new fan from the live action. but if u are a new fan from the live action. dont read this unless ur okay with spoilers #sanji #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #op #my writing #fic #fanfiction #one piece fanfiction #one piece fanfic #whole cake island #whole cake arc #whole cake spoilers #kinda. barely #strawhat pirates #the pacing in this is a little off and the ending is Eh but otherwise im pretty happy w this. yippee #cross posted on ao3

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Fraternizing | WINGNIX (GEKKO X PHOENIX)

Phoenix and Gekko share an intimate moment and forget to consider that their actions have consequences.

CROSS POSTED ON AO3

CW: Suggestive

Gekko was brand new to the Valorant Protocol, and extremely proud to be there. While it’s no Los Angeles, it’s going to become a home to him… eventually.

In the short time he’s been at the Valorant Protocol, he’s definitely gotten himself into quite a few messes. But nothing could possibly be as bad as the position he was in now.

Sure, Wingman robbed Killjoy multiple times.

Yes, Dizzy once blinded Yoru as soon as he entered the room.

100% had Thrash almost tripped Neon over countless times throughout the base.

And yes, Mosh had most certainly made a few messes here and there.

But Gekko was pretty sure that making out with Pretty Boy ™ is definitely against the Protocol’s rules, but is it his fault that Phoenix’s lips fit perfectly with his? And is it his fault if it feels all too right?

Phoenix’s tongue pressed against Gekko’s lip, and of course he allowed Phoenix entry. Their tongues met and Gekko could feel Phoenix analysing his mouth. How Phoenix’s tongue ran across Gekko’s tongue piercing and paused before exploring once more.

Gekko gave Phoenix pleased hums as he ran is hands over Phoenix’s neck. Gekko dragged his hands to meet Phoenix’s cheeks so he could control the angle of his face, possibly making the pieces of the puzzle fit even better.

Phoenix ran his hands down Gekko’s side, sliding over his hips to meet at the small of his back. The two separated their lips to catch their breath and admire the other. Gekko’s face heated up as he made eye contact with Phoenix.

“Fuck you’re beautiful Gekko”

Gekko looked at him, really looked at him deeply. Passion sparked fiercely in Gekko’s eyes as he leant in close to Phoenix’s ear.

“Say my actual name, Jamie” Gekko whispered before leaning back to catch Phoenix’s expression. Phoenix gazed down at Gekko’s lips before looking back into his eyes. He leant in close to Gekko’s face, before whispering back.

“Mateo, you’re fucking beautiful”

Their lips met again, quickly regaining the rhythm that they left off with. They grasped onto each other as if they’d vanish through the other’s fingertips. Like a moth to a flame, Gekko let himself get caught up in it all.

He loved when Phoenix moved away from his lips to grace his neck with attention. How he was patient enough to wait until he got to Gekko’s collarbone before marking him with hickies.

He loved Phoenix praising him, craved it even. He whined from the loss of contact and relished in the warmth he felt when it was regained.

Gekko was obsessed with the feeling of Phoenix dipping under his shirt to graze his fingertips across his waist. How the light touches ignited a fire that burnt ever so bright for the source.

He was obsessed with it all, in love with not just Phoenix, but the experience as well. The moment was everything Gekko could’ve wanted and more, and nothing could’ve ruined it.

Knock Knock Knock

Nevermind.

“Phoenix, Jett hurt her ankle in training today and we need you to fill in for her in today’s mission.” Sage’s soft voice was heard through the door. “I hope the short notice doesn’t bother you.”

“Nah, it’s calm.” Phoenix said as he and Gekko untangled themselves from each other. “I’ll be out in 5 yeah?”

“That works, thank you Phoenix” Sage’s disappearing footsteps were heard as the room fell into full silence. The realisation of what just happened very quickly drilled it’s way into the two’s minds.

“…”

“Fuck…” Gekko cursed

“That just happened…”

“Fuck…” Gekko repeated, starting to anxiously pace around the room. “Fuck Phoenix… this is…”

“This could be bad…” Phoenix finished. Gekko started to run his hands over his hair out of stress. The only sounds heard were the sounds of the two’s own heartbeats banging loudly in their eardrums.

“Oh man I’m brand new here… and I already recieve leniency because I’m new but this… mierda, estoy jodida.”

“Gekko, calm down, it’s gonna be alright—“

“Phoenix you have the luxury of being an established member of the protocol, but me? Phoenix I’m brand new— They don’t have anything to lose with me!” Gekko grabbed onto Phoenix’s shoulders, his gaze flicking between each of Phoenix’s eyes. Phoenix’s eyes did the same, before a loud smack was heard.

Gekko felt a tingling rush fill his cheek.

“Shit man I didn’t mean to smack you, I just thought it’d make you come to your senses a bit?” Phoenix stumbled over his words, before letting a spew of muted curses leave his mouth.

Gekko breathed deep for a few beats, letting himself calm down.

“Gekko, realistically she probably didn’t hear us. These walls are thick. Neon doesn’t hear anything and she’s next to Raze’s room, and you know that she’s definitely getting it on with Killjoy.” Phoenix tried to rationalise in attempts to soothe Gekko more.

“Yeah… you’re probably right.” Gekko let a heavy breath out before continuing “Also, it’s chill that you slapped me, it grounded me, so thanks. Just maybe don’t get into the habit of slapping randoms?” Gekko quipped, which Phoenix smirked at in response.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He smiled, before sighing. “I’d love to chit chat Gekko, but you heard the woman. Duty calls”

Phoenix made his way to the door, Gekko in tow. He held his hand on the doorknob, but paused before turning it.

“Gekko.”

Gekko blinked.

“Yeah?”

“Let’s not get interrupted next time, yeah?” Phoenix said before opening the door and leaving, which left Gekko standing in the doorway of Phoenix’s room.

Let’s not get interrupted next time

Gekko ran his tongue over his lips and smirked.

Next time…

#wingnix #gekko x phoenix #phoenix x gekko #valorant #fanfic #gekko #phoenix

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velvetporcelain · 7 months ago

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december fifth ❄️

still haven’t cried.

peace is a tricky motherfucker. it wants you to think you need to master it in order to have it, but hello— take a look around you— and what do you see? chaos. we have to be in a constant state of peace in order to be logical and reasonable—— it’s when our peace is disturbed we become unable to negotiate under the pressure of mimicking the chaos around us.

the sun comes in perfectly through the sliding glass doors in my office, the sun is only warm here, in this spot, completely useless outside, but here, it is healing. — sun bathing, praising its ability to be so uplifting and reassuring, i always shut my eyes in this moment of intimacy— turn my face side to side to let it kiss my cheeks— at least that’s what i like to think—-

i am still perfectly okay with being what society calls “disconnected” —- but i still have the scar on the back of my neck from the world penetrating me— so i am not worried. i like to view myself as a power source, people plug into me, —- but every power source needs another power source. — everyone knows that you can only run on you’re own power until you can’t—— another reason why i think “man” was made multiple times before “god” realized he was literally dying of loneliness, or an undeniable ache— who knows— and that’s how the Bible was written- they walked around and shouted “who knows how we got here?!” —- and then Jesus said— “mom, hold my beer”

do i really have to explain the tone here? nah, I don’t give a fuck— figure it out for yourself, you’re the one reading this, not me. when will you learn that what people think is not your responsibility? — you can most certainly choose it to be if it fits your ideological agenda- but that seems kind of sabotaging the creative process doesn’t it?— or does it enhance your identity? people CAN enhance who you are— unlock new neuro pathways and that’s what i think i am addicted to, enhancing people, people enhancing me. —- but what would it all look like if you never step foot into society—- a house cat bathing in the sun? or just another small minded, unconscious, animal?

ummmm, yeah, so, - it’s almost my time to shine here ——- i know I need to take better care of myself, I have been thinking about death a lot lately, i don’t want to die, but somehow? when i remember it is inevitable? —-i become freer than i was before— someone please erase the “nothing matters” narrative from my mind— everything fucking matters.

-x

#diary #female hysteria #something like that #womanhood #tumblr diary

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mxlktxa · 2 years ago

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shes the one pt. II

part l part lll

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pairing; obsessive!ellie williams x f!reader

t/w; language, 18+ content/scenarios, obsessive behavior

a/n; i had some ppl asking for a pt2 (which is a huge compliment to me so thank you 🤎) i almost didnt cause i was scared it wouldnt be as good but here it is… enjoyyy ☺️

part l

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I could never see myself being taken care of by an absolute piece of art. A sweet, innocent girl in a fucked up world… Taking care or me? What a blessing. What would I do without her? She’s all that anyone could ever ask for. All that I alone could ever ask for.

“Ellie?” there it is. My favorite sound, the sound I wished to always hear, no matter where I went. The same sound that made my heart skip a beat, palms sweaty, and mind race like crazy. She’s like an immediate boost of adrenaline and I loved it.

My eyes shifted over to her as she stood in the bedroom doorway, remembering that I was sat on her bed in her home. Her oh-so-lovely home.

Subtly, I glanced over her body for a bit, occasionally stopping to stare at her hips. She was in some rather cute pajamas, though it threw me off a bit as to how she could ever wear shorts if it’s cold inside and outside of her home. No matter. As long as I got to see her in almost all her glory.

“You feeling better? How’s your head? Do you need anything?”

Just for you to slip out of those clothes and give me a chance to hear your cries, “I’m good, thanks,” you’re absolutely stunning, damn it.

“Oh, good,” her smile lit up the room. It could blind people if she really wanted it to but never me. It only ever made me melt, internally screaming at how a masterpiece like her could ever run my life with simple actions.

Her legs carried her over to the bed, propping herself behind me, on her knees in order to begin gently massaging my shoulders. Fuck, she’s so precious and those hands were just fascinating to feel.

“Joel came by after I brought you back and you fell asleep. Just wanted to check up on you and make sure you were okay.”

“What’d you tell him?”

“That you didn’t have any serious injuries and you should take it easy,” she whispered in my ear, chin resting on my shoulder, and hands sliding down to my waist, “and dont be mad. But I told Maria and she said you’ll be in my care until further notice.”

Why would I be mad at you for allowing me to spend time with you? You’re only granting me the time to try get you stuck on me just like I am to you. To have you close to me. To have you loving, pulling, touching and possibly fucking me.

“Why would I be upset about that?”

She sat in silence, shrugging, arms crossing at my abdomen to give me a nice, tight hug. A grin slid upon my face, mind going on a frenzy of multiple fantasies. This girl would be mine. This woman would go fucking crazy if she ever found out how much I admired her. I know it.

“I’ll run you a shower. You can get washed up then we can have some dinner together,” this divine celestial backed away from me, scooting off the bed to shuffle over to her dresser, revealing some clothes she had taken from my humble abode.

Why did you have to be my only source of happiness? Were you anybody else’s? Would you forever devote your life to me as I do so for you already?

How do I make you mine?

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if youd like to see a pt3 to this feel free to reblog and/or comment and let me know 🤎✨

a/n; pt 3 is up enjoy ☺️

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aspiring-writer-hidden-voice · 2 years ago

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A Kiss to Save a Life

Mention of death and blood.

Billows of smoke rose from the ruins surrounding you. In the distance faint screams of people falling victim to collapsing homes or being devoured by horrendous monsters who had been summoned forth by the towering looming figure approaching with earth quaking footfalls could be heard. As if night had fallen, the sky above your head was covered in a heavy blanket of darkness, leaving only the devouring flames as sources of light. You rose on shaking legs as the monstrous beast boasted with laughter as a single lone figure who had been standing against it fell to lay motionless upon the ground. Desperation filled you as they’re golden light flickered dangerously, like a candle’s flame about to become extinguished, and ignored the burning pain that was demanding you cease all movement to instead break into a sprint. Something lashed across your back that caused crimson droplets to splatter within your vision but it too was ignored. Burning flesh, stink of monster and human feces, and toxic miasma were burning your senses yet your tear filled gaze never once strayed from the fallen figure.

How had this happened?

As if to answer, a chortle of laughter came from the giant monster who came to a halt as if to watch your struggle. “Pitiful mortal. Struggle no more and succumb to my minions. All hope is lost now that he has fallen.”

Words that were meant to dishearten only made your bare feet move faster until something collided with your side that sent you rolling off course. A monster with three jaws attempted to target your jugular but it was thwarted by the appearance of familiar beast whose coat shone brilliantly despite the dirt and blood clinging to its lithe form. “Beset!” Your shrill cry was drowned out by the monster’s dying howl courtesy of the feline-like beast’s own attack. The tears spilling down your cheek grew when it discarded the deceased beast with a low growl before turning its attention to you, its nose lightly bumping against your leg you could no longer feel. Though appearing as an over large feline this beast was in fact a special fusion which bestowed upon it a pair of mighty wings which had often allowed you to traverse several leagues of distance; they were, however, broken and useless courtesy of the dislocated joints at their base which were littered with bite marks. “I am alright, Beset, but I need to go to him.” Its forehead met your own. “Please, take me to him.” Without hesitation the winged feline bent so as to slide you upon its back and became a blur to those who struggled for survival amongst Egypt’s fallen empire.

Your worst fears were realized though when after jumping over multiple obstacles and dodging several attacks the trusty spirit beast collapsed mere feet from his fallen form, causing you to tumble head over heel until crumbling into a heap within the dirt. He wasn’t moving, it didn’t look as though he were breathing, and no member from the royal court were within sight. Throat to strained from dirt and strain, your nails dug themselves into the ground in desperation as the sap of strength told of Beset’s return to the monster realm. Just a little farther…

Every centimeter felt like a mile as you struggled against each wave of fear and hopelessness threatening to steal away your hope.

Almost there…

The tears spilling from your eyes was making things swim out of focus…

Have to reach him…

Scuffed metal met the pads of your fingers. Polished gold was now cracked and tarnished, pristine white tunic was clinging to his form by means of a few threads, his upper torso completely bare for your eyes to behold each blood oozing wound upon his form and bruise blooming across his tanned skin, wild tri-colored hair even more so as his head lolled despite your best efforts to cradle it. “I am h-here,” you croaked while using every muscle in your exhausted body to turn him over and rest his head within your lap. Protectively, you shielded his being to the best of your ability when a large foot impacted the ground mere kilometers from where the two of you lay. Never had you been so scared in your life as Zorc the Dark One fixed his gaze upon you. Pure unadulterated evil was staring back, causing your blood to grow cold the longer your gazes held.

“R…run…”

Your head shook despite the trembling that had come over you. Those darkness filled eyes were causing the heart in your chest to slow from its racing pace. Almost as if stealing the very life force from your body. If you didn’t look away soon, you’d likely shrivel into a dried husk!

A calloused palm met your cheek, coaxing your gaze to finally break away from the monster’s to instead meet weary pomegranate. “Please…you must run…I cannot defeat him…” There was despair within his eyes, something that made your gut twist painfully when finding no other emotion within their depths. “…Forgive…me…”

One of your own hands rose to gently cup his own that was upon your cheek, giving it a squeeze. “My faith in you shall never wane, my beloved, this you know.” The dip of your head caused your foreheads to meet. The smile that raised your lips was meant to be encouraging yet it only made his facial features contort with grief when blood trickled from your nose. “I give you my everything, for I know that none can stop the Dark One’s advances. The world will suffer if he is not stopped here and now. The hope I hold is as endless as Nyx’s cloak, Atem, so have faith in yourself as I bestow upon you the last gift I can ever give.”

Whatever protest that he made to voice was cutoff by the gentle sealing of your lips over his. The lids of your eyes closed when droplets of moisture gathered within the corners of his own, attempting to steel yourself against knowing you were causing those tears of his. It was all you could do to keep hold of his form when he weakly struggled. However you held fast despite your injuries. His life force was depleted dangerously due to summoning the Egyptian gods who had been rendered to statues and it would normally take extensive amount of time for replenishing.

There was no time for that. Not today. You’d been studying in secret with Mahad and Mana as your teachers to the lost arts of magic. In a battle you were left helpless despite the impressive beasts that could be summoned but you’d insisted they teach you on transference of life energy just in case of emergencies. The promise of only using it in dire circumstances had been made once learning the spell and this was as good as any time to perform it.

Darkness rose to claim you as every ounce of strength slipped from your body like sand, leaving you limp and exhausted, yet you didn’t release him until breathing became too much for your body to handle. Warm built beneath your fingers in place of chilling cold, confirming that he was in fact receiving your life force and energy. Even the wounds you’d felt had grown scabs that would be aid in preventing infection. Just a little more was given, allowing his grasp to tighten enough to convey his want to stop you, and it was as the last drop of mana you held passed like a droplet of water trickling down a flower’s stem. “I…believe…” The departure of your lips gave rise to the last breath that earned his anguished cry, his hands and arms latching around you as the connection between body and spirit snapped audibly.

“(Y/n)!”

And your world was swallowed in a bright white light.

A breeze caressed your face as the call of your name came from the left. The voice was familiar, making a flutter rise within your chest when opening your eyes, and gaped when finding the magnificent structure that was the palace before you with glittering gold reflecting the high noon sun within a cloudless sky. People were bustling about in earnest as if preparing for a feast or celebration, streamers and ribbons of bright vivid colors diverting your attention first to the right then the left until you refocused upon the path leading inwards as the call of your name came again.

The blood stained battlefield you’d just been upon felt no more than a bad dream as you began walking. Trenches of crystalline water offered cooler rest areas for all who needed within the shades of tall trees, water lilies floating delicately within and creating ripples when the wind chose to play. Bustling conversations and coos of animals as they worked filled the air as your footsteps paused before the stairway’s beginning. You knew the palace like the back of your hand so this wasn’t the first time you’d traversed its seemingly endless ascent.

Yet something was making you hesitate.

As if something important was missing.

Up to your bosom a hand rose to find it unmoving. Not that you were surprised at all. There was no possible way you could’ve survived a full life transference spell; no one could.

Two familiar female servants, one with golden locks and the other silver, appeared on either side of the staircase to lead you off to the west hallway. Sandstone obscured the sun’s golden rays yet their decorated paintings were more than enough for you to realize where exactly they were leading you to. At the end of the hall lay a room you had nearly forgotten its appearance. The servants however did not let you loose even for a moment. They assisted in taking away the rags clinging to your form, bringing to your attention of just how filthy you’d become as they gently washed every spec of grime and dirt from your skin, then clothed you in the finest of silk and chiffon that was found within an exquisite wardrobe to the window’s side. Only then did they bow then depart to leave you alone.

To the windowsill you went without care, easily sliding your legs over its sill and treading lightly while balancing upon the wall below. You’d done this so many times that it no longer required conscious thought or worry. On their own, your feet moved swiftly towards the north; up the slope without fail, a tight turn, hop over the opening that was entrance to the room below, sneakily slipping past the quarters that were known as the High Priest’s private chambers, until coming to a stop beside the gate marked with a water droplet and water lily.

The conclusion you’d come to of this being the afterlife had been confirmed courtesy of the people you’d passed before entering the palace. Several had been deceased for at least a few years while others were by more than a decade. Seeing and experiencing all of this, including the sudden healing of your body and lack of pain, could only mean that you have also met your end.

“All is well,” a voice said to your right. The briefest glances revealed that Mahad was closely watching you from a pillar’s shadow as several guards and servants awaited his instructions. “They are preparing for the mighty pharaoh’s return. Best to be on your way now. Best not to keep his highness waiting.”

From beyond the gate came the call of your name, one that made your being warm and lips lift into a smile, and through the gate you went without need of more encouragement from the master mage who watched with a knowing gaze. Your nose was met with the scents of water lily and fresh water, along with several others that threatened to distract you, yet all attention became fixated upon the figure who slowly materialized ahead of you within the garden’s central spring. There was no doubt within your mind of who it was and this time your smile became one of genuine joy when their hands fell to your waist before hoisting you upwards while spinning on their heel.

He swept you within a tight embrace the moment your feet met stone, lean arms decorated with gold keeping you close as your own wrapped around his neck and torso. “Beloved,” Atem whispered while nuzzling into your being, “to see you once more is truly Ra’s blessing. After so much time has passed…I am thankful to find you here, awaiting me.”

Tears began trickling down your cheeks like twin rivers as you clung to him. “Forgive me, my pharaoh, I see that my strength was not nearly enough to assist in your battle though I gave you all I possessed. Yet here you are, arriving not long after me.”

“Hush, now, (Y/n). You are not to blame for events that can no longer be changed.” He gently soothed, retreating so as to clean your face with gentle fingers. Those pomegranate eyes of his shone brightly with adoration and several other emotions that you couldn’t hope to identify as he took in your appearance. “You fought valiantly, beloved, and your strength gave me courage beyond what I can express gratitude for. It was only with your encouragement and bravery could I have accomplished the otherwise impossible. I have much to tell you that I am unsure of where to start. I wish to naught be away from you from this moment farther and to save you from hearing such a nightmarish tale. However that would not be fair. You have my word, my promise, that I shall tell you all.” A tilt of his head caused your foreheads to meet, the lids of your eyes drifting closed as his did, allowing both of you to relish in the other’s company for a moment in silence, before loud trumpets caused the two of you to separate.

Amusement raised your lips into a smile as his head tilted ever so slightly with curiosity shining brightly within his gaze. “As if you need to ask. They have all been awaiting for you to join them, mighty pharaoh, and have prepared a magnificent celebration to honor your return.” Your fingers laced with his tanned own, earning a blink from the man as you gave a light tug. “Best to not keep them waiting.”

“Before we go…”

Your smile fell at the serious tone he used. “What is it?”

A glint appeared within his gaze a split second before his arm snaked around your hips, a hand rising to tilt your chin upwards. “I must repay you for something very precious, (Y/n).”

The inquiry that rose up your throat was drowned by a soft sigh as his lips descended upon your own. At first they were gentle, light as a feather even, moving in a slow dance that sent shivers down your spine as you willingly caved beneath his assertiveness, until he released your mouth with a smirk when you could do little more than gaze up at him with lidded eyes. “Do feel free to repeat whenever you see fit,” you teased with a smirk of your own and winking while slipping from his grasp when the call of your combined names came from the distance, “however your cousin, Seto, demands our immediate attention.”

“True. It is best to not keep that one waiting for long.” And with a smile, he followed you to the nearby balcony that overlooked the palace’s courtyard and earned a roar of welcome from those who had gathered.

#pharaoh atem x reader #pharaoh atem #yugioh x reader #yugioh #yugioh fanfiction #yugioh x y/n #pharaoh atem x y/n #pharaoh atem x you

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valkyrayn · 3 years ago

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idk if this will ever get written but i have to try. 40, 42 from prompt list two. marius, because pax needs an heir.

not me posting this at 3am. man horny juice comes at such weird hours. anyways. this prompt request is chef kiss (i highlighted the prompts in purple). thank you for feeding into my love for breeding kink marius. took this opportunity to write emperor jinghe instead, cus i can only imagine sex in that era must’ve been very spicy cus all they need to do is fuck and go to war ig idk. so here you go. also this may or may not turn into a series cus i enjoyed writing sexy emperor jinghe (i call him jinghe cus emperor marius sounds weird lmao). thanks for the horny fuel anon! mwah!! <3 i posted this on ao3 as well so feel free to drop by!

Pairing: Marius von Hagen x afab!reader

Words: 1.5k words

Tags: impregnation, multiple creampies, breeding kink, dirty talking, shameless smut, just straight up porn, emperor jinghe, loud sex, lots of cum (this is expected)

“Miss, please do not go in there.”

Advisor Kim hovers his hand behind the maid and motions for her to step away from the doors to the library. Startled by the Advisor’s presence, the maid bows slightly in respect but continues to stand in place, entranced by the faint voices that can be heard from behind the doors.

The voices sound familiar—

Her eyes widen at the realization, quickly turning away and causing the water to spill from the wooden bucket she's holding. Her grip tightens around the handles as she bows her head repeatedly to the advisor, reprimanding herself for almost walking in on the Emperor and His Empress.

Kim responds with a small laugh, slightly amused at her reaction. He excuses her; she’s new—this was bound to happen. Most of the palace staffs are used to it by now, by how loud they are.

Within the deepest part of the room, the Emperor pushes his cock deeper inside you, the tip pressing against your womb and he stays there as your walls convulse around him. You moan into his mouth as he continues to kiss you through your orgasm, his grip tightening around your thigh that he’s holding against his waist.

“Fuck—my Empress. Don’t hold back. The whole palace knows what we’re doing in here.” He whispers, his breath hot against your ear. You press your lips together, fighting back the noise that’s desperate to leave you at the feeling of his fat cock stretching you full–and you can feel every ridge and vein as it slides slowly in and out of you.

Your nails sink into the wooden panel of the shelf behind you, holding onto it for dear life when he starts pounding into your cunt once again, causing the shelf to violently rattle against the wall. Scrolls of official letters are falling off their sections around you, landing onto the floor, rolling away and disappearing into the crevices below the shelves.

The Emperor pays no heed, the letters bear no importance to him, not when he’s trying to fuck a baby into you. He saw you playing with the maids’ children that afternoon and he ended up watching you instead of writing those official letters. So when you arrive at the library that evening, you notice the familiar glint in his eye, the smirk playing on his lips tells you that he’s up to something.

“Looks like you’re ready to be a mom…” He says this as he makes his way towards you. His tall frame covers you from the only source of light in the room and you find yourself backed into the shelf when he finally closes the distance between your bodies.

The young Emperor wraps his arm around your small waist to pull you against him, his other hand caressing your cheek, your skin hot under his slightly cold fingers. “Tell me, my Empress. Should we make an heir? Should we fill the palace with our children?”

The way your body responded to him was all the answer he needed.

“Scream. Let the whole palace hear you…” He demands, using his authoritative voice against you, knowing how it arouses you even more. You feel his hand traveling down your body, peeling the layers of your hanfu apart so he can rest his hand against your stomach.

“I can’t wait to see you swell with our child…” He says between thrusts, his eyes on you, admiring your flushed face and teary eyes. Overwhelmed with a sudden wave of emotions from his words, you reach up and pull him by the neck, crashing your lips against his, capturing his mouth in an urgent but passionate kiss. You moan into his mouth when he shifts his angle slightly, raising your leg higher so he can slide deeper into you.

“I’m going to fill you up with my cum…only if you scream again for me,” he says against your open mouth, the pace of his thrusting picks up when he sees your eyes roll to the back of your skull. His lips move from your ear to your neck, sucking another mark onto your skin, making sure it’s visible enough for everyone to see—for everyone to know that you belong to him.

Your loud moan turns into a scream when he starts fucking you harder, hitting that sweet spot inside your cunt repeatedly until you’re gushing around him, soaking his expensive silk robes with your juices. The sound of his grunts grow louder, matching your volume as he continues his merciless pounding into your swollen pussy.

The smell of sex in the room is all-consuming, making you high. And when your voice is hoarse from all the screaming, the sound of your wet skin smacking against eachother becomes more prominent, bouncing off the walls in the room and bleeding into the hallways.

“Do you really want this, my Empress? Do you want me to fill your cunt until you’re full with my cum?”

A choked cry escapes you when he suddenly grabs one of your tits, kneading it gently, already visualizing how much fuller they’ll look once you’re pregnant. And you’re thinking the same, how your body will change, how you’ll carry his child inside your womb and how he’ll definitely want to make more babies with you after that.

“Please, Your Majesty. I want your cum inside me please…put a baby inside me.”

“Fuck–take it all…” Your words push him over the edge, his fingers sinking into your thigh as he stills inside of you, spurts of his hot cum shoots into you and flooding your womb. The delicious sensation of being filled by his hot semen makes you gush around him again, leaving you both wet and sticky from the amount of fluids leaving your bodies. He throws his head back at the feeling of your walls clenching around him, greedily milking every single drop of his cum until you’re filled to brim.

“Fuck–your cunt is so fucking greedy for my cum…” he says between ragged breaths as he pushes in deeper. You yelp when he suddenly hooks both your legs around his waist and starts walking towards the table with his cock still plugged inside your cunt. When he places you on top of the table, you’re suddenly very aware of how weak your limbs have become from having to stand in that position for so long.

Your husband places your legs onto the table, but still keeps his hands on you—brushing them against your skin to calm your trembling legs. That’s when you feel the wetness oozing out from between your joined flesh and disappear between the crack of your ass. You whine and arch your hips upwards slightly to prevent it from landing onto the parchment beneath you.

“Oh, looks like my cum’s dripping out…let me push it back inside you,” he says matter-of-factly, as if he was talking about the weather. Meanwhile, his filthy words never fail to fluster you. You bite onto your lower lip, looking away from him as he scoops his leaking cum with the tip of his cock and pushes it back inside your cunt.

He stares at your flushed face and smiles, admiring your beauty in the afterglow—rosy cheeks, plump lips and tousled hair. His eyes continue to travel down your body, feeling himself hardening again inside you at the sight of your skin, full of marks, from your neck to the skin on top of your breasts. And he looks down at the mess you both made, despite his attempt, his cum continues to leak out of you.

“Should I fill you up again, my Empress? I think you can take much more than this…” He says, not expecting a reply because he’s already shoving his stiff cock inside you, sliding in easily from all the cum lubricating your walls. You whine at the feeling of being stretched again, your cunt already clamping around him greedily—wanting to be fucked again until your lust for him is sated.

The two of you didn’t leave the library until later that night—after he’s fucked you in different positions, filling you up again and again, fucking his cum into you until he’s sure that your womb’s had enough.

Despite your protests, he refuses to let you walk so he can carry you to the bedroom, convincing you that that is the only way to keep his cum from leaking out of you. Begrudgingly, you agree only because you begin to feel it drip down your thigh and you almost wanted to smack him when he said ‘I told you so.’

Upon exiting the library is when you notice that there’s quite a number of palace staffs working outside the vicinity of the room. You feel the blush creep up your neck when you both walk past them—it’s almost as if you can see the look on their faces even when they keep their heads bowed until the door to the bedroom closes behind you.

The maids continue to talk about it until the next day as they cross their legs together, rubbing their soaked thighs—wishing they were you.

#brainrotdump #lu jinghe #marius von hagen smut #smut prompts #tears of themis #tot smut #marius x reader #anon asks #prompt request #totnsfw

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bettathanyou · 2 years ago

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Hi again!! Ik it's too soon but cedric ×reader fic where shes the shy castle librarian and cedric makes frequent unnecessary visits just to see her bcs she hardly ever goes out? And obv the royal family notices this and starts teasing tf out of cedric to the point he stops visiting her bcs hes a petty mf but she thinks she did something wrong so she visits him at his workshop one day and is all shy and boom! Confession!!!! Thanksss

Thank u sm for another ask!! It feels amazing to have people here in the year of our lord 2023 who still love Cedric.

I apologize for the ask being late, the night I was practically done with it my phone powered down and I made the mistake of not saving my drafts :')

Also your ideas are so gosh darn cute, please keep sending in asks when u can <3

I know this isn't explicitly part of the ask, but I wanted to include the library!reader's first ever introduction to Cedric bc the idea is stuck in my brain and I must write it out, lest my brain be consumed by rot.

Enjoy!!

Cedric x Shy! Librarian Reader~

"Oh, come on.... Please!" You begged, fingers barely touching the spine of the books you need. Against your better judgement, you stand on your tiptoes to give you an extra inch or so for your prize. Your fingertips made contact with the dusty leather binding of the book, and you let out a squeal of joy.

However, the dusty coating of the neglected book made it hard to maintain a decent grip. As you struggle, however, you almost don't notice the way the ladder begins to lean backwards.

With your heart catching into your throat, you rest your body weight firmly against the ladder again. You feel the ladder shake from the sudden movement, but it finally rests "securely" on the tall bookshelf.

Biting your lip out of frustration, you slump against the rickety ladder in a defeated groan.

How am I supposed to reorganize and archive these ancient tomes if I can't even reach them? You grumbled internally, your eyes gazing along the multiple shelves of books you need to work on.

"Well... I suppose I'll just have to find a longer, more stable ladder elsewhere." You sighed, beginning your descent. You get about a quarter of the way down when suddenly you hear a loud snap! as you rest your foot on the next step.

Letting out a silent scream, your grip tightens on the splintered wood before you lose your balance. Your breathing turns ragged, and your heart crashes against your ribcage in fright. You shakily take deep breaths, counting numbers in your head until you've calmed down a little.

After gaining a semblance of composure, you try to think of what to do. However, you quickly deduce that you have no other options; you have to make an effort to climb down.

Cursing to yourself, you attempt to place your foot onto the next step. You try to stretch your dangling leg towards the foothold, but your hip creaks in protest. Letting out another curse of frustration, you ignore the pain and just focus on where you're trying to reach.

In this futile effort, you once again don't notice the subtle way the ladder begins to slide from its place. You feel a shift in momentum as you feel the ladder begin to buckle underneath your body.

This time, you let out a strangled cry as you realize you're about to hit marble flooring from at least a few stories high. You close your eyes as you scream, fully prepared to accept whatever fate lies at the end of your fall.

"I've got you...!" A voice cried out from your right, and you feel a jolt as your body stops mid air. You feel an intense wave of vertigo hit you from the sudden change in momentum, but you manage to force your eyes open.

Below you, the ladder lies ruined in pieces. Your stomach churns as you realize that could've been your fate as well. You swallow hard, thanking your lucky starts someone rescued yo-

Wait.

Panic rushes through your veins again as you realize you're hovering mid air. You dart your head around anxiously looking for the source of your plight. With blurred vision, you see a person in dark purple clothing standing to your right.

Making eye contact, the person speaks again.

"A-a-are you okay? Ar-Are you hurt anywhere?!" The male voice called to you, anxiety racking his voice.

"I think I'm fine...! But, can you put me down, please?" You respond, eager to feel solid ground again.

"Right, o-of course!" The man replies, and with a wave of his hand you feel a force slowly making you descend until your feet touch the ground.

Whatever force that enveloped your body moments ago leaves, and so too does your composure. Your knees wobble, and as you take a step forward you tumble to the floor in shock. You let out a small noise of surprise, and suddenly tears are already falling from your eyes.

Your rescuer scrambles to your aid, slender gloved hands reaching out for you. You keep your eyes glued to the floor, too embarrassed to look him in the eye.

"Are you sure you're alright? I can take you to the royal infirmary, it's-"

"I'm fine."

You choke out, your voice coming off more harsh than you intended. You see the man shrink away from you in your peripheral vision, and you feel a pang of regret strike through your heart.

"I-I mean. Thank you, but I'm okay. I'm sorry, I was just... shaken up." Your voice wobbles as if to prove your point, and you pull your arms closer to your chest in shame. You wish you could just disappear in this very moment.

Tears rise again like the tide, but you will them not to fall. You bite your lip, your eyes tracing the marble pattern on the floor to ground yourself.

"Right, of course... My apologies." The man shuffled awkwardly in place, unsure of how to approach you. He didn't want to leave you alone until he was sure you were okay, but he wasn't sure if he was really helping by staying either.

His eyes shift nervously, landing on the heaping pile of splintered wood that once was a ladder. He turned, sighing in resignation as he muttered a spell to clean the mess and rearrange the fallen books.

You watch wordlessly as the sorcerer cleans up, and without thought you feel yourself springing to your feet. You rush to join his side, the blood rushing to your ears.

"Oh, you don't have to do that... It's my mess, after all!" You reassure the sorcerer, holding up your hand in protest.

"Oh, nonsense." The sorcerer waves you off, shaking his head. "If anything, this is the King's mess for leaving it neglected for so long." Rolling his eye, the man clicked his tongue in disapproval.

"This old library was quite the mess long before you; and without a proper librarian, it'll only get worse."

The sorcerer sighed again, dusting off another book before putting it back into its proper resting place.

You smile at the man's care for the forgotten books, your heart melting just a touch. Seeing this as a perfect opportunity to properly introduce yourself, you speak.

"Well, I sure hope it won't come to that. I have more than enough work on my hands already." You chuckle to yourself, bending down to grab the last book on the floor.

"Wait- what?" The man exclaimed as you rose with the book in your hand.

You turn to meet the sorcerer's widened eyes.

"I'm the new Royal Librarian. My name's (y/n)." You smile awkwardly, hugging the book to your chest. You watch Cedric's bright brown eyes swim with surprise, but a smile quickly blooms on his face.

"I'm Cedric; royal sorcerer of Enchancia. It's a pleasure to meet you, (y/n)." Cedric replies, dipping his head to bow respectfully towards you.

"The pleasure is mine, Cedric." You reply graciously, responding with a curtsy.

If we hadn't met today... I don't even want to think about what could've happened to me. You think somberly, your eyes softening as you took in Cedric bowing before you.

Silently, you thank your lucky stars for your chance meeting today; and a tiny seed of hope is sowed within that you'll meet again.

Cedric rises to meet your gaze, and you flash him a genuine smile.

Cedric pauses for a moment, taken aback; slowly, he returns the gesture with a shy smile of his own. It makes his whole face soften, and you feel something stir deep within.

As your smile fades, you take a moment to get a good look at the sorceror.

The last rays of the setting sun reach through the window nearby, casting Cedric in a heavenly rim light. His silvery bangs create a halo around him, with ebony hair neatly combed back. His skin was noticeably fair, with darkened eye bags to contrast against it. You can relate to many sleepless nights yourself, so you find it quite endearing.

His eyes were the color of mahogany, and with the sun peeking from his hair they shone like pools of liquid amber. His face was made up of all sharp edges and angles, but remembering that soft and sweet smile he gave made your skin feel like electricity.

You both soon realized you were staring for a second too long, so you clumsily looked down at your feet in embarrassment.

Cedric fidgets with his robe sleeve, his eyes shifting around the room. After a minute of you both regaining your composure, Cedric speaks.

"You know, you should talk to King Roland about the uh... Incident, today." Cedric scratches his neck awkwardly.

"I-I'm sure if we catch him now, he'll have new equipment for you by this time tomorrow!" Cedric exclaimed, his brows raised in delight.

"But we must be quick about it- once supper comes around he is very hard to find." Cedric mutters to himself, tapping his chin.

He turns his attention to you expectantly, waiting for an answer. His eyes held a conviction you didn't notice until now, and your heart melted just a tad at his thoughtfulness.

You look at the now darkening sky, realizing you do indeed need to be quick.

A part of you just wanted to crawl in bed and forget that today even happened, but you also knew if you didn't get it done now then you'd procrastinate on it until the problem got exponentially worse.

With your decision made, you nod to Cedric in agreement.

"Okay, let's not waste any more time." Your eyes lock onto Cedric's and he gives you a confident nod.

"I like the way you think, my dear. Follow me, if you please." Cedric purred, turning and walking briskly to the entrance doors. Your stomach did a flip from him calling you 'dear', but you couldn't process much before Cedric was already ten paces ahead.

You hurriedly follow along, thankful for his company so you wouldn't have to confront the King alone. You realize you should probably verbalize your gratitude.

"Thank you, Cedric, for joining me to speak with his Majesty. I honestly feel pretty nervous." You say in a small voice, keeping your eyes trained ahead of you.

"Don't worry- King Roland is very adamant about his people's safety. I can't see a reason he'd do nothing about your plight." Cedric replied, his voice confident and holding a tinge of pride for his King.

You feel a little more at ease, and continue walking with your unlikely friend.

You're time in Enchancia was already shaping up to be an interesting one.

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Time Skip Time!~

Let's set the stage <1 year after your initial meeting. I'll do a brief summary of the events that lead to your current day friendship.

After that fateful night, Cedric had made it a point to routinely visit you in the library to perform 'maintenance inspections' on the new ladders installed in the old library. At first, you really were convinced he was a concerned acquaintance- Cedric did witness you almost fall to your death, after all. So you thought some extra precautions weren't much to think about.

However, as the weeks went on, you started to notice Cedric lingering around more. As reading is part of his profession, once again you didn't want to jump to any conclusions- even though in your heart of hearts, you knew Cedric was mainly visiting the library to see you.

Regardless, you had no complaints.

You found out you enjoyed the company, and chatting about your favorite books with Cedric quickly became ingrained into your weekly routine.

Your chats about books slowly became more in depth exchanges, and Cedric's visits transformed into easygoing whole day hangouts; sometimes you two would talk for hours, and other times Cedric would silently assist in your work around the dilapidated library.

His presence was such a common occurrence, you would have castle staff or members of the royal family who would pop in ask if Cedric was with you.

Your eyes shift towards the clock behind you- Cedric should be here any minute. You pick up another book from the stack beside you, hurriedly scanning its contents so you can organize it properly.

You quickly realize in your hurried state this was the book Cedric first recommended to you. It was a fascinating read for sure, and it was shockingly easy to follow even though your magic knowledge was little to none at the time.

You sigh fondly, tucking the book away within arms reach. You try to reach for another book in the pile that needed organizing, but the giddiness of Cedric's arrival was making it hard for you to concentrate.

After a few fruitless attempts to push through, you quickly abandon your work in favor of rereading the book you previously tucked away.

You figure that you could get away with a quick chapter or two before Cedric arrives, so you lay back in your chair with a huff of contentment.

As the minutes tick on by, you realize you're almost on to chapter four, with Cedric nowhere in sight. You feel a seed of unease plant within you, but you give him the benefit of the doubt.

You manage to coax your concentration back to your book, but not without glancing up at the entrance hall every couple of paragraphs.

In the time it has taken you to finish chapter four, Cedric was still MIA.

This worries you. Cedric is an annoyingly punctual man who sticks to his plans very deliberately, unless an important matter comes up. Even so, he would at least stop by to let you know what was happening. Not once in knowing the sorcerer has he ever been this late before, in the already rare instances he was late at all.

You glance worriedly at the large oak doors that led to the outside, your brow creasing with your growing anxiety. Your eyes fall back onto your book, and suddenly the words on the pages all become blurry.

You blink rapidly to regain your focus, but you struggle to maintain it. You writhe uncomfortably in your seat as the worst possible outcomes start shuffling through your mind.

What if he had an accident with his potions? Was he hurt? Was someone else hurt? The questions blazed through you like wildfire, and you feel yourself start to sweat.

Something isn't right, but admitting it felt even more terrifying. You shake your head, trying to block out more doubts about Cedric's safety.

Whatever has happened today, there must be a good explanation. You nodded your head in affirmation, ignoring your gut feeling of wrongness; surely, he would show up tomorrow and you would both laugh about it- whatever "it" was that was holding him up from seeing you.

Your decision to put your faith in Cedric was now made; now the next daunting task was to find something that would adequately distract you until tomorrow.

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Quick POV change to Cedric!

His hand rested on the door knob leading to your dusty sanctum, his stomach churning. Cedric sighs bitterly, the mere thought of one more person asking about (y/n) making his blood pressure rise.

That's exactly why he liked being around you in the first place; it was the few reprieves he had in this castle, no- his life, really. His job was always that of constant strain and humiliation, up until recently. He still wasn't quite used to the newfound respect and acknowledgement, so Cedric wanted nothing more than a place to hide when he was overwhelmed.

But instead of finding a mere hiding spot, he found true solace in your company. Hours felt like minutes, and he truly never felt like none of it was enough time with you.

Yet, it seems like everyone says the opposite- it's all he ever hears from anyyone who's in the same room with him. Even Sofia had started asking incessantly about you! That's when his breaking point was reached.

Cedric sighs in defeat, his head resting against the sturdy double doors to the library. The words Roland said yesterday flashed through his mind:

"C'mon Cedric, you need to tell her how you feel! At this rate everyone except her knows..." Roland laughs, clapping Cedric heartily on the back.

"Your Majesty... May I speak freely?" Cedric asks through gritted teeth, his tight smile feeling more like a grimace.

"Well of course, old friend. Although, I have an idea of what you might say." Roland chuckles, leaning onto the rail of Cedric's terrace.

Cedric huffed in frustration, trying to find out how to word "leave me the hell alone" in a less insulting way. He pinches the bridge of his nose in concentration, trying to regulate his emotions.

A beat of silence passes, then Cedric looks Roland square in the face.

"You manage this kingdom; not my... lo-love life." Cedric cringed as he forced himself to indirectly admit, out loud, his feelings for you; to King Roland, no less. His oldest friend and once greatest enemy.

Roland however, was eating up Cedric's struggle with expressing his feelings. A raised brow was Roland's only response, so Cedric continues.

"I don't need your kingly advice as much as you think I do. So, don't speak to me about (y/n). I will ignore you." Cedric finished in his most confident voice, shooting his friend daggers with his eyes.

"I see, then. Alright, from now on my lips are sealed!" Roland motions a lock and key at the corner of his mouth, and Cedric hums in approval. With the conversation now at a close, they turned back to the view from Cedric's tower.

They both stand in the sun in a moment of peace, both silently watching the sky in their own thoughts. Roland finally turns to Cedric, a peculiar look in his eye that Cedric can't nail down.

"Can I give you a word of advice- not as a king, but as a friend?" Roland asks quietly, the characteristic confidence he carried now replaced with hesitation.

Cedric stared at the ground as he weighed his answer, but eventually he nodded in agreement.

"In matters like these... Waiting for the right moment leads to you losing your chance at all."

Cedric feels his heart drop, and grips the ledge of his balcony until the metal digs through his thick leather gloves.

"I truly do believe you should go for it... I mean, you really have nothing to lose here!" Roland exclaims, a loud laugh leaving him.

Cedric turns to Roland with narrowed eyes.

"What do you mean by that?" Cedric asks defensively, crossing his robed arms around him.

Roland scoffs at the lanky sorcerer in a mix of shock and exasperation. His eyebrows shot up as he stared at Cedric, brow crinkling in disbelief.

"You're hopeless, that's what I meant." Roland shoots back, shaking his head with a weary sigh.

Cedric deflated at the comment, but had nothing to say in response because they both knew it was true.

Now, Cedric stands idly by as he battles within himself to not open your doors. His skin itches from the pent up anxious energy within him, and his mouth feels dry as ash.

"I promise, I'll be back within a week- Just enough time for this gossip to subside. Thankfully, rumors around here seem to change with the tide." Cedric murmurs to the door in front of him, wishing that he was talking to you instead.

A toxic mixture of dread and guilt swirls in his stomach, making him feel sick. He pries his hand from the door knob, slowly backing away from it.

With the last of his resolve, he sharply turns and dashes towards his tower. He already felt winded from the sudden change of pace, but feared that he would turn back if he didn't keep moving.

Finally after trudging up his staircase in exhaustion, Cedric flops on his mattress with a breathless sigh.

Running his hands through his hair in anguish, Cedric stares up at his ceiling in a daze.

"This is going to be the hellish week of my life." Cedric whispered to himself, squeezing his eyes shut in pain.

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Back to your POV! Promise this is the last pov switch, I hope it wasn't too much!

A week went on since the last day you've seen Cedric. The anxiety had been consuming you from the inside out, and increasingly lost sleep was starting to make you a bit paranoid.

Whenever you left your library, your ears would prick up whenever you'd think you would hear his name. You'd crane your neck to catch the gossip of servants and royals alike, trying to not look too obvious.

You had deduced that nothing bad had happened to the sorcerer, and in fact it sounded like he was doing well. But strangely enough, you couldn't find him anywhere you'd look.

With a heavy sigh, you knew that to figure out what was going on, you'd have to be alot more direct than you'd like.

Showing up to Cedric's workshop was the very last plan on your long list of ideas, but this was the only option you had left.

You have gone to Cedric's workshop a couple times, but the idea of going up to his dwelling uninvited and confronting him made you feel viscerally ill. Even so, just waiting in that decrepit library doing nothing but waiting was already wearing thin on your mental and physical health.

Nearing the library's entrance doors, you reach for the knob. Suddenly, the door creaks open from the opposite side. Your heart leaps in your throat as you let out a strangled cry of surprise.

Stumbling backwards, all your mind can go to is the hope that it was Cedric.

However, the flash bright pink and purple satin quickly demolished your hope. The youngest princess of the royal line, Sofia, was staring just as flabbergasted as you from the outside.

The princess recovers first, bowing in apology for scaring you.

"I'm so sorry, (y/n). I didn't know you were there... But it's nice to see you again!" Sophia said cheerily, flashing you a kind smile.

"Y-yes, you too, Princess." You stammer, quickly bowing in respect towards the young teen.

"How can I help you today?" You ask hesitantly, eager to get the princess out of your hair asap.

"Oh, well, I just needed a few books for my homework assignment." Sophia responds plainly, shrugging her shoulders casually.

You resist the urge to sigh in frustration, your focus going towards keeping your tone and facial muscles neutral.

"Are you sure you don't want to use the main library...? I'm afraid the books here are fragile, and many are... Outdated." You glance back at the maelstrom of neglected books behind you in emphasis, hoping the princess will take the hint.

"Oh, that's okay! That's exactly what I'm looking for, actually." Sophia responds sweetly, making her way into the library.

Her heels click softly against the marble flooring, her brightly colored dress giving the dreary place a touch of life.

Seeing her standing there suddenly gives you an idea. Before the princess can wander any further, you call out her name.

"Princess Sophia! Can you help me with what I'm looking for?" You gush quickly, your heart hammering against your rib cage.

Sophia looks at you puzzled, but agrees with a quick "mmm hm!".

"Do you know where Cedric is right now?" You ask tentatively, your body breaking out into a sweat.

"Oh! I just left Cedric's workshop. He should still be there." Sophia stated, tapping her chin thoughtfully.

"He even recommended I come see you for the books I'm looking for!" Sophia replies with a cheeky grin, her eyes bright.

"I... I see. Thank you, Princess Sophia. I'll be back shortly after I speak with him." You turn your back before you can hear her reply, bursting through the heavy doors and out into the hallway.

You stand there, processing the information just gleaned from Sophia. If Cedric wasn't hurt, wasn't busy, wasn't away from the castle on an assignment, then there was only one possible reason for his absence.

You.

Your stomach does flips as the realization crashes down on you. Before losing your nerve, your body begins moving of its own volition towards Cedric's tower.

Ascending the staircase leading up to his door, each step brought you closer to a full blown panic attack. You stop to catch your breath, leaning your body against the cool stone wall beside you.

After collecting yourself as meagerly as you could, you stand in front of Cedric's door. With a gulp, you timidly knock on his door.

A few moments pass before you hear familiar foot falls from the other side. Filled with trepidation, you stare at your feet as you hear the door open.

You glance up at widened amber eyes, Cedric standing completely slack jawed at your presence. In any other scenario you would have found it cute, but now it just confirmed your earlier suspicion.

"Hi," you begin, awkwardly waving at Cedric. "It's been a while, yeah?"

Cedric sputters out something in response, but it's so jumbled you aren't sure exactly what was said. You look on in confusion, your heart cracking at a dangerous pace.

"(y/n)... I... I didn't expect to see you." Cedric finally responded, his entire body tense.

"Yes, I did come by unannounced. But I was worried about you- you've been gone for a week." You say bitterly, your fists clenched tightly at your sides.

Your eyes bore into Cedric's for answers, but he shies away with a shameful look written all over his face.

"I know. If you'd like to ah- come in, I can explain everything." Cedric offers, his eyes meeting yours again; this time, there was a desperate pleading look in them that simultaneously made you cave and scared the hell out of you.

With a silent nod, you enter his workshop. The place hasn't changed the last time since you visited, and you sigh in relief at the one familiar sight.

"Would you like some tea? I had-" Cedric gets cut off harshly by your words, shaking your head violently.

"No, Cedric. Just answers, please." You say curtly, wrapping your arms around yourself.

"Right." Cedric slumped, fidgeting with his robe sleeves. You knew that meant he was nervous, but you still kept your guard up for whatever he had to tell you.

"Have you been hearing what anyone has been... Saying lately, about us?" Cedric asks you meekly, his eyes shifty.

"What?" You ask in confusion, the question throwing you off.

"Has anyone been alluding to.. you know..." Cedric gestures his hand towards you, a shade of red overtaking his ears. You feel butterflies flutter in your gut, but you felt too nervous to confirm if you were correct as to what he was alluding to.

You both stand in suffocating silence, your own skin starting to match Cedric's reddened ears.

Cedric coughs, breaking the tension in the room.

"Well, there's been people constantly asking me about you- I mean, us, I suppose." Cedric choked out a self conscious laugh, wringing his hands together.

Everyone has been talking for weeks about if we're... courting." Cedric squeaked out, almost wincing as he said it. "Or when we will be, is more accurate I guess." He added quickly, his voice small.

"I don't understand why that's relevant for why you disappeared on me." You say flatly, your eyes catching his.

You both stare at each other for a moment; you weren't even sure there was a word to describe what you were feeling; and you knew of many. Cedric had an equally complicated look etched on his face, and he sighs while running a hand through his silver bangs.

"I... It's-" Cedric huffs again, turning away from you as you see him rub his eyes in frustration.

Seeing Cedric turn away from you so easily triggered something within you. The long week of being worried, angry, heartbroken, sleep deprived over a man who just seemed to fall off the face of the earth on a whim made you feel like you were spiraling fast into the abyss.

At this rate, your heart that was barely keeping it together now feels like it's being cruelly ripped apart from the seams. A flash of icy pinpricks makes your whole body shiver, and without thinking your voice cuts through the room.

"Is the idea of it that shameful to you? That you can't even look at me?" Your voice breaks, mirroring the brokenness of your heart within you. As the words leave your mouth, you instantly regret them; but even so, you felt like you were compelled to have an answer.

"What..? No!" Cedric whips back towards you, bridging the gap between you in an instant. You go to step away, but Cedric nimbly caught your arms and squeezed them tightly in his hands.

What once only seemed like a dream to be held like this by Cedric, now felt like a nightmare. A lump quickly forms in your throat from the contact, making you go mute. Your eyes are fixed to the floor, and you feel physically unable to look at Cedric anymore.

"(y/n), please don't ever think that to be the truth. I promise you, it couldn't be more opposite...!" Cedric pleads with you, his own voice wavering.

You shake your head in protest, your throat still closed off from speaking. Your eyes started to sting, but you bit down on the inside of your cheek to distract you from the tears forming in the back of your eyes.

Cedric begins to panic as he realizes you are about to shut down completely. He knew that whatever he said next, would determine whether or not any semblance of your relationship could be saved from his stupidity.

"I know what I did was wrong- I'll never deny that. I was stupid, and arrogant, and careless. My ego has always been my biggest flaw, and it seems I never quite learn my lesson when it comes down to it." Cedric spoke swiftly, fighting to keep his voice steady.

You swallowed hard, but still said nothing. You exhale a shaky breath, and against your frozen bodily state you will your eyes to slowly meet Cedric's.

They were slightly bloodshot now, his pupils blown out to max capacity.

"I promise you, (y/n), I have no shame about how much I love you." Cedric proclaimed breathlessly, his breathing ragged. Yet, his tone was clear and steady, and in his eyes you found nothing but truth and a blazing conviction that set you on fire.

The lump in your throat finally began to dissolve, and with a croaky voice you respond.

"Then why did you leave?" You murmured quietly, your hands bunching up in the plum color silk of Cedric's robe.

Cedric lets out a painful sigh. "I suppose in everyone else's mind, they were just trying to help me. But it began to feel like everyone was just turning my feelings for you into a joke. I couldn't leave my workshop without servants giggling under their breath, or the royals trying to ask me questions about you to add fuel to the rumors." Cedric scowled, his face pinched in anger.

You go to open your mouth to speak, but Cedric continues on.

"At first, I did try to ignore it. But it was like no matter who I turned to, they'd inevitably bring it up. It felt like I was being watched, constantly; and I didn't want me, or especially you, to be anyone's spectacle." Cedric's eyes lock with yours, silently begging for your understanding. You could feel his body trembling from underneath his robe, and his usually slouched posture seemed even more tightly bound.

You feel the remnants of your anger leave you, now replaced with empathy for the man in front of you. Your hands gently release from their grip on his sleeves, and Cedric follows your movement. You see his eyes begin to fill with panic, so you rush to take his hands into yours.

His fingers felt clammy and ice cold to the touch; regardless, you squeeze his hands tightly to share your warmth. His eyes search your face in confusion, but a flicker of hope brings the light back to his amber orbs.

"I don't know if I can forgive you just yet," you begin, shooting Cedric an almost apologetic look.

"I'm surprised that the option is still on the table..." Cedric mutters darkly, shrugging his shoulders.

"Well, I'd... Rather process everything first, before we would make our courtship official." You say slowly, a small smile blooming across your cheeks.

Cedric stops, his breath catching in his throat. A choked sound escapes him, a broken smile of his own pushing through the disbelief on his face.

"...Are you sure?" Cedric finally asks, his face full of worry.

"I've been sure for about a year now, yes." You reply with a smirk, giving Cedric a knowing look.

"I... I feel so undeserving of your grace. It doesn't feel like it should be this easy." Cedric confesses, his expression heavy with shame and fear as the realization settled in that you returned his feelings.

"Well... It won't be. Not any relationship is. But if this is going to work, you need to tell me when things are bothering you. Not avoid me on a whim." You say sternly, catching Cedric's chin to make him look at you fully.

"Ye-yes, of course. Consider that lesson learned." Cedric chuckled dryly, looking down at you with the softest, most loving look you've ever seen.

You now become acutely aware of how close you both are, and you quickly retract your hand from Cedric's face. Blush was already creeping up from your neck and onto your cheeks, and your whole body felt hot.

"Even so," Cedric spoke, his fingers gently cupping your blazing hot cheek, "I know I need to make this up to you. What do you need me to do?" Cedric's thumb skimmed the surface of your cheekbones, his voice soft but full of eagerness.

You stare up at Cedric dumbfounded for a moment, your brain fried from the intimate contact.

"W-Well, for starters... Never do that again." You blurt out, laughing despite yourself. Cedric pauses for a second, then joins in your laughter. You lean into him closer as you laugh, your arm snaking around his lower back.

"Noted. Definitely noted." Cedric nods, still chuckling.

"And..." You trail off, wracking your brain for more.

"I want us to talk to the King and Queen; they should know that we'll be official. It seems like that's what they've been wanting to hear." You muse, bittersweet feelings arising from your core.

"Yes- I'm sure they'd be delighted." Cedric said wryly, and you giggled in response.

"Ah, but- I think it's also important they know the impact those rumors had, as well. We should tell them what happened." You say somberly, looking to Cedric for approval.

You see hesitation in his eyes, but to your surprise he agrees.

"Yes, I'll tell them what I should've said at the start; Fuck. Off." Cedric enunciated, his eyes glowing with that mischievous look you've come to adore.

You burst out in full laughter this time, and Cedric flashes you a big smile. As you slowly regain your composure, you lay your head affectionately against Cedric's chest.

You feel lanky arms pull you in tighter, Cedric's hands resting perfectly between your shoulder blades and the small of your back.

You return the embrace with gusto, squeezing Cedric's lithe body flush against your own. You inhale his scent, a mix of soap and dried herbs coupled with the musk of old books.

Cedric dipped his head into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply as well. His breath is warm and light on your skin, and his face rests neatly into the grooves of your body. It was like you both were custom made to fit together perfectly, and it felt like bliss to finally be this close.

"I had only dreamed of this, you know. I never thought that this could be real." Cedric whispers, his lips grazing your neck as he speaks.

"I'm having a hard time believing it myself." You whisper into his chest, your pulse speeding.

"Maybe we should pinch each other, just to make sure?" Cedric pulls away from you, a cheesy grin on his face.

You snicker, but freeze as an even better idea pops in your head.

You try to contain your coy smile, but it was poorly masked. Cedric catches on, giving you a slightly confused grin in response.

"What if we kissed instead?" You squeezed out, almost wincing from the suggestion being said out loud.

Cedric's eyes became saucers, and his red tinted cheeks were almost crimson. The poor man almost looked like he was going to pass out in front of you.

"Ah- I was just kidding, Cedric. We don't hav-" Your sentence was then cut short off by a pair of lips connecting to yours.

You stood frozen for a second, unable to process what was happening. Cedric's hand came up to cradle your face, holding your cheek as if it was the most delicate crystal that could shatter at any moment. His lips were somehow even more gentle, barely brushing against your own.

You feel your body pull towards Cedric, your lips now fully enmeshed together. Cedric's hand trembled against you, and you brought your hand up to still his own. Your thumbs brush against his gloved knuckles, trying to provide him a sense of ease.

Cedric made a low hum in this throat, his face turning to capture more of you. His hunger in turn fed your own, until you both were left breathless. Your heart soared as the kiss lingered, your blood sending waves of fire and electricity throughout your body.

You eventually break apart, your breath uneven and heart skipping multiple beats.

You both look at each other at the same time, Cedric's half lidded lovesick gaze matching your own. A smile curls up from his now slightly bruised lips, and you give Cedric a bashful grin in return.

"Was that how a kiss was supposed to feel?" Cedric questioned in a daze, his voice low.

"Like magic?" You offered, your eyes crinkling as you smiled up at the sorcerer.

"No magic has ever made me feel like... That." Cedric scoffs in disbelief, shaking his head while smiling ear to ear.

"I'm afraid you're an entirely different force all together, my dear." Cedric purred, bringing your hand up to his lips. He gave your knuckles tender kisses, bangs falling into his eyes as he dips his head.

You swear you almost melt right on contact. Since when was Cedric so smooth??

"I'm glad you were there that day I fell from that ladder." You speak softly, your hand tingling from Cedric's kisses.

"Me too- I don't know if anyone else could've caught you in time. Then we never would have met." Cedric says with a bittersweet smile, his eyes lingering on you.

"I think I knew from that very first day we met that I'd fall in love with you." You confess, your cheeks burning like hot coals.

Cedric's entire face softens at your words, his eyes shining with love and adoration. A dopey grin grows on his face, and he starts to turn his head away from you in bashfulness.

You chuckle at his reaction, your hand covering part of your face in embarrassment as well.

You watch Cedric slowly gain back his composure, finally being able to face you again.

"Would you like to join me for dinner? I think we need to make up for some lost time." Cedric looks on at you hopefully, almost giving you puppy eyes to say yes.

"That sounds wonderful, Cedric." You purr, roping your arm together in his.

"Then it's a date!" Cedric whooped, twirling you around in excitement.

Cedric watched the joy unfold on your face, realizing his true goal in this life was to make sure that smile would always be there.

As you spun around Cedric's workshop, you feel more at home than you've ever been anywhere else.

This is it, you thought. This is where I'm meant to be.

#cedric the sensational #cedric x reader #sophia the first #first kiss #confession #cedricthesorceror

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nouvellechicane · 3 years ago

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𝔡𝔦 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔢 - 𝔪. 𝔰𝔠𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔯

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Description: Late nights with Mick Pairing: Mick Schumacher x f!reader (third perspective) Word count: 1k+ Warnings: multiple mentions of darkness, night? Taglist: @estebun @pom277

Late-night summer evenings were a favorite among them, the southeast balcony welcoming the company with open arms as another sunset basked the city in its light. The whirlwind of orange, pink, and purple hues never failed to bring a smile to her face.

But nearing midnight, the sun had long set over the houses, and the sky had turned similar to the color of Prussian blue, although it appeared black with the lack of light. By the time the stars embraced the moon, almost everyone had left for bed.

The still-smoldering remainders of the fire pit were the only living proof the balcony had seen company.

She had remained behind, assuring the others that she would drink another cup of tea before nestling under her comforter. All she wanted was to enjoy the night sky a little more before bed.

The night brought an unusual sense of familiarity and serenity that nothing else had brought her. At night she felt the most alive. Solely, taking in the moon and the stars decorating the sky. Silently wishing the darkness stayed forever.

She didn't need anything except the cooling air, a blanket, a good cup of tea, and the occasional book. However, the books usually remained untouched, her interest in the stories long disregarded.

Mostly she paid attention to the few souls wandering the Roman streets. Some people are chatty, hanging around their friends' necks while on their way home. Some are silent, quickly walking, afraid to be left alone in the darkness.

And sometimes, she would spot someone who waited, looking at the sky, smiling like an idiot. Those are her favorite people to spot.

She wraps her hands around the steaming mug of tea, a source of warmth during a rather chilly night.

The beginning of summer is waiting around the corner, and she cherished the few colder nights the city supplied before being replaced by the humidity and warmth. Summers in Rome are hot and humid; not even the nights can supply any cooling down.

However, the beginning of June is perfect with the sun shining, the late-night sunsets, and the cool edge of night. A perfect balance.

She wraps the blanket tighter around her body, light chills running down her body as sleep starts to settle in. Her head perks up at the sound of the sliding door opening. Tucked away in the corner of the balcony, she is practically invisible to the eye.

She squints her eyes to see who is entering the balcony as she hears the lighter click, the flame immediately dancing in the darkness, the soft crackling of the candle wick, the faint light showing a silhouette.

Despite the moonlight, she can distinguish him immediately. Things true to himself she can recognize from a mile away. He moves to lean down over the railing, looking down at the silent streets.

How can you not recognize Mick and his eternal beauty?

You recognize how he looks up at the sky as if it's the first time he sees its beauty. Or how he runs his hand through his hair. You can't help but wonder how it would feel to run your hands through his hair or play with it as his head lays in your lap.

He clears his throat before turning around, seemingly aware of her presence all this time.

"Hey."

It comes out slightly muffled, but she can practically hear the smile playing on his lips.

"I was already wondering why the kettle was hot," he makes his way over to the secluded corner, a mug of steaming tea in between his hands.

"Didn't figure you were a tea person, really," she takes another sip.

"Not usually mind if I join?" he points at the couch, a soft smile gracing his lips.

"Feel free," the smile on her lips is small, but he doesn't mind.

Mick is someone whose company she always loved and appreciated. Whether they are seated in silence or chattering away, it doesn't matter. There's an air of comfort encircling Mick that makes anyone at ease.

She appreciates everything and anything about Mick, and he reciprocates that feeling. They're thick as thieves. Never finding either one without the other.

"So, what's the real reason you're still lingering here?"

She had expected something like that to come up eventually. Mick knew her through and through, saw right through her lies, but always kept it respectful. Mick was the type to sit back and let her come to him, never pushing her to reveal anything to him.

Nevertheless, when he felt like he didn't intrude, Mick tried.

She chuckles, "just admiring the night and its beauty."

He nods, acknowledging the answer and trying to form a proper response. She doesn't know whether Mick has a thorough understanding of the answer.

They're opposites in that sense.

Mick craves to feel the sun on his skin. He likes to see how the rays of sunlight try and find their way into his bedroom, weakened by the curtains. He loves to listen to the chirping of the birds.

She craves to see her surroundings basked in moonlight, the sky littered with constellations, eager to spot a shooting star. She likes how the darkness surrounds her, wrapping her in a blanket of tranquility.

They never understand each other's particular love for one part of the day, but they accept it. They sit in silent contentment as the other one blossoms and transforms into someone alive and buzzing.

He doesn't press for an answer because he knows she's incapable of forming her feelings into words. Like always, he accepts her answer, and that's all he needs to let the conversation fall quiet.

It's not an awkward quietness - it's contentment and familiarity.

"What keeps you up at night, Mick?" the question cuts through the silence.

She looks at him, studying his body language to see how the question lands.

"Just this night? Or every single one?"

His answer has her frowning her eyebrows in both confusion and curiosity. He tends to respond with a question, urging her to specify her answer, while she usually prefers to keep them open-ended and vague.

"I guess I'm curious for both if the answer is different," she downs the last of her tea.

At last, he looks at her, eyes dropping to her lap.

"It's always the same reason," he pauses, words calculated, "it's you, everything about you."

#f1 oneshot #f1 fanfic #f1 driver x reader #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher oneshot #mick schumacher fanfic #mick schumacher imagine

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the-devils-girl94 · 4 years ago

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A Sloppy Payback

Prompt: Blowjobs On The Beach

Characters: Belphegor x MC

Content Warnings: Blowjobs, A Miffed Belphie, Somnophilia, Slight Dom! Belphie, Bratty! MC, Hair Pulling, Face-fucking, Deep throating, etc.

((God I hope this is the shortest fic I will ever have to write because damn. Anyway enjoy another @voltage-vixen 's Summer of Smut fic for your dinner platters.))

Feeling a heated glare on your person, you turned around to locate the source of it. Once you did, you confirmed it was none than your upset lover, Belphegor. You winked at him and snickered as the glare he sent you was fully deserved on your part.

Earlier that day, you had went to the twins’ rooms to wake him up. You wanted him up and at ‘em since you guys were leaving for the beach in a few hours, as courtesy of Lord Diavolo. Beelzebub had asked you to wake him up since he was already packed and ready to go, but Belphie was not. You had did all you could to wake him up: shake him, poke him, slapped his booty. But nothing worked except make him stir and roll on his back. You huffed and tried to think of another method. And glancing over his sleeping form, you thought of one. A very mischievous one that you knew Belphie would get back at you for.

You got on the bed, your added weight dipping the bed in but no stirring from your lover.

“Belphie~,” you whisper-sung into his ear but all you got was soft snoring. You rolled your eyes and pouted. You settled yourself between his legs, hooking your fingers underneath the hem of his pajama pants. You rolled them down enough to expose his flaccid cock, resting neatly under tufts of dark bluish-grey pubic hair. Your cheeks became pink at what you were about to do, but it was almost exciting for you.

Gently taking hold of his member, you gave it a few jerks, feeling it starting to harden already. You kissed the tip and heard Belphegor’s breath hitch as his body stiffened. Oh, possible progress, hm?

You continued to stroke him until he was completely hard, pre-cum starting to leak from the tip.

He started to squirm when your tongue came out to lap it up, his hips rising and heavy sighs leaving from his lips. You moaned inwardly as now heat was building up inside of you. You set to work on licking the base of his cock, leaving a trail of your saliva as you licked your way to top. You gave the tip another kiss before your lips wrap around it and you started to go down. You could hear Belphie’s breathing getting heavier until you managed to get a groan out of him and a hand was gripping at your hair. You whined low in your throat, wanting to continue with your ministrations, but you looked up. Belphie was staring at you, wide awake and blushing.

You gently removed his hand from your hair and pulled off his cock with a pop. You licked your lips at him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Glad to see you’re awake, Belphie~,” you grinned. His eyes darkened with lust when you sung his name.

“(Y/N),” he started but you shushed him.

“I know you would like me to continue, but you need to get to packing. We’re leaving in a few hours. See ya!”

And then you left. Before the door completely shut, you could hear Belphegor calling after you, telling you to wait. But you didn’t. You sighed with relief, congratulating yourself on making a smooth and quick getaway. But you knew you were going to be in a world of trouble. But it was a good thing you left when you did, otherwise you would have missed the trip with Belphie satisfying all his desires with you. And things were getting a bit heated on your end too.

After that, before you guys left on the trip, Belphegor tried to grab your attention in any way possible. He tried talking to you, but you would ignore him. He tried texting you, but if he replied that he wasn’t done packing yet, you left him on read. He even tried cornering you and that was almost successful, but then came the rescue of his gentle giant of a brother and you made your escape.

So, suffice to say, now that you guys were on the beach, Belphegor was PISSED! You felt a little bad for leaving him like that without finishing. However, you knew your boyfriend and if you had stayed, well...you two wouldn’t even be on this trip.

For someone who will literally sleep all day, he sure was active and energetic when it came to intimate activities. Especially if you had been particularly bratty that day as well. He would have had you completely worn out. And now that you had awoken the beast, you were still hiding, running, and ignoring your lover. For some reason, you really wanted to rile him up more. This little game of cat and mouse has gotten you much more excited than before and the punishment you faced was thrilling. You could definitely say you were looking forward to it.

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You got caught. And it completely caught you off guard.

You managed to get away from your lover multiple times, but it only lasted for a few hours until he finally caught you. What? You really thought you could get away from a demon who’s hell-bent on catching you?

You were sitting around with everyone, including Belphie who sat across from Lucifer. His eyes tried to burn a hole through you, but you had gotten used to it so you paid it no mind. You were busy conversing with Leviathan when you decided to excuse yourself for a moment.

Unfortunately, this is where your game of cat and mouse ended as your lover had noticed and excused himself when you were out of sight to follow you. Just as you thought you were safe, you felt your wrist get grabbed by a tight grip and a shiver went down your spine when the unmistakable voice of your lover reached your ears.

“Got you.”

Ah fuck...

Soon you found yourself backed against a wall with your mouth being thoroughly ravished and a hardened member slowly stroking against your sex. With your legs being held up by your nap-loving boyfriend, you tried to move a little faster to get more friction, but he kept your hips in place by bringing his body closer to yours. Your mind became so muddled as you became breathless from the intense make out and the pleasure from your nether regions sent waves through your body. Every moan you uttered got swallowed up and you whined when you needed to come up for air. You were granted the courtesy when Belphie pulled away from you, the string of saliva connecting you until it broke.

“Nngh, Belphie,” you whined as you squirmed, desperately wanting to feel more of him. “Come on~. Go faster.”

“Shhh,” he shushed you, only amping up his speed a little bit. He kissed the length of your neck, stopping to suck on your jugular before pulling away. “This is your punishment for earlier. You shouldn’t have left me like that.”

“S-Sorry! But you wouldn’t, hnn, wouldn’t respond to-to anything else I did to you.”

“Oh? So you just put your pretty, little mouth on my cock.”

Uh-oh, you thought as you grew suspicious at the growing smirk on his face. You were right to be when Belphie’s movement came to a halt and you felt your body being lowered.

“Then I guess you can use it again to make me cum.”

Screaming internally because you knew he would make that request, you almost wanted to deny him but figured this is a deserved punishment. You dropped into a squat and before you stood Belphie’s throbbing member. You gulped and prayed that you didn’t get lockjaw.

Your hands found balance against your lover’s thighs, gripping onto them for security. Parting your lips, you took in the head, tasting the pre-cum that leaked on your tongue. Instead of going slow, like you originally wanted to to spite your lover, your head bobbed at quick pace, drawing out moans from your lover. Your saliva started to leak out pass your lips, dribbling down to your chin as you sucked. You felt that all too familiar heat from earlier and thought back on the feeling of sliding your lover’s dick into your mouth. You moaned around his cock, sending vibrations throughout.

“Fuck, (Y/N)! You’re way too good at this,” groaned Belphie. His hands came up to grip at your hair again. You felt him pull so you could look at him, stopping you in your tracks, and another moan escaped you. Your body tingled with pleasure and your grip on your lover’s thighs tightened.

“Oh? You liked that, huh?”

Belphegor could tell it did when your eyes met his. He could see them daring him to do it again as your eyes stayed in contact as you resumed devouring his cock. You buried your nose into the patch of pubic hair, taking him as far you could into the back of your throat. You hummed around him, making him hiss and grip your hair tighter. Pulling at your hair, he forced you back, his cock slipping out in the process. You panted heavily and so did Belphie.

It wasn’t long before your mouth was back on him, but this time your head was stuck in place as Belphie started thrusting inside your mouth. Your hands were too busy to tend to the overwhelming heat growing inside you. They stayed on your lover’s thighs as his balls smacked against your chin. Your knees trembled as you squatting wasn’t holding up very well, but it didn’t last long as Belphegor’s thrusts became erratic. His cock throbbed inside your mouth and he buried it deep inside as he stilled himself. Hot, warm strings of cum poured down your esophagus.

Still wanting more, you swallowed around your lover, moving your tongue to get a reaction out of him. A quick yank of your hair was his warning to not tempt him, but of course you had to.

You were his little brat.

#obey me!#obey me belphegor #obey me belphegor x mc #smut #summer of smut #obey me smut #summer of smut challenge #lexi writes #hope you guys enjoy

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akaashisbabygirl · 4 years ago

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the tutor

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Summary: akaashi keiji isn’t just a normal tutor. in fact, he has strong, sexual feelings for the girl he has to tutor. but what he doesn’t know is that late at night, she thinks about him too while her fingers stuff her cunt

A/n: i did it. i actually did it. i took a short 300 word story about akaashi being a tutor and turned it into a fic. i hope that you all enjoy this. i tried to keep the same style while writing but i’m not sure if i nailed it :/ nevertheless, i hope that you enjoy and have a great 2021

Words: 2667

Pairings: tutor!akaashi x female!reader

Warnings: nsfw - male and female masturbation, oral (giving and receiving), vaginal penetration, sex toy use, fingering, riding, multiple positions, overstimulation, praise, akaashi calling reader angel

Just seeing you sitting there, your legs shut together, your tongue flicking out of your spread lips as you concentrated on the equation made Akaashi wonder what would happen if the two of you were in the bedroom alone together.

He watched your lips, wondering how you would look with your shiny pink lips wrapped around his cock. He wondered what you would look like, with your legs shaking, cum dripping down your thighs, hickeys decorating your skin as he pins you down onto the bed, his cock thrusting into your tight walls.

He wondered what pretty noises you would make as he ruins you, tears your tight hole open, leaving you a dripping mess filled with his cum. Thinking about the way your freshly done makeup would run down your face, the way you would close your legs to hide your body from his eyes.

Akaashi sat there, daydreaming in the open. He didn’t even realise that you had stopped working on the equation.

“All done? he asked.

Akaashi knew that you were a virgin, and he wanted to ruin you. He wanted to be the only guy you would go crawling to when you were needy, and that at moments late at night when you touched yourself, you would only think about him, and be reminded that you can’t even pleasure yourself the way Akaashi can. How Akaashi’s fingers could reach deeper in your cunt than your own, small ones.

“Yes! Give me something harder,” you wore a cheerful smile on your face as you asked for a harder equation.

Akaashi chuckled as he pretended to be thinking of an equation to give you. But secretly, he thought about how he wanted to throw everything on the table aside and give you a reward for doing so well.

“Alright, how about this one?” Akaashi asked, handing you back the piece of paper, seeing how your eyes widened at the question.

“I don’t know that…” you said softly, almost as if you sounded like you were trying to admit defeat to the male.

Akaashi could only chuckle, his hand slowly moving to rest on your soft thigh as he looked over your shoulder, watching how you took on the equation.

Your thigh was soft. So soft. He wondered what your thighs would feel like, wrapped around his neck as he went down on you, his soft tongue sliding over your dripping folds. Or the way your legs would wrap his waist, his cock pushing through your walls and tearing you apart as you squirm underneath him.

“Is this right?”

Once again, your soft, adorable voice cut through the lewd thoughts spreading throughout his mind. With his face resting with a smile, he turned to you. A chuckle escaped his lips as he read over the equation.

“Oh darling, that’s not correct. Here… let me help you.”

Akaashi loved being in your company. He loved the feeling of you being close to him, again, which only made him wonder what it would be like if he were inside of you, the two of you becoming one. He secretly craved so much from the small university girl that he tutored, so much that he would rather die than express his thoughts.

However, what Akaashi was oblivious of was what happened whenever he went home. After leaving, you would rush yourself to your bedroom, small fingers moving to your clit, rubbing circles on the sensitive bud, moans and whimpers of his name falling from your lips. Truth was, you craved Akaashi more than he craved you, if that was remotely anywhere near possible.

You imagined him in between your legs, his soft black locks brushing against your soft skin, his large hands keeping your thighs spread as your back arches from all the sudden pleasure. You craved the sight of your cum coating Akaashi’s beautiful face, the way he would lick his lips before pushing you into a position on the bed, beginning to fuck you with a slow, deep pace which would have you screaming out for him.

But you knew that would never happen.

He was just the boy who was assigned to tutor you, not to come and take you in every way possible.

Akaashi was the same way, sitting on his bed, his cock in his hand, jacking off to the thought of you spread out for him. He wanted to feel what it was like to have your soft hands roaming around his body, your soft lips wrapped around his cock, eyes directly watching his every movement as you take more of him into your mouth. Akaashi climaxed, his hair thrown back against the bed as he panted.

He wanted to be with you. He desired you, he wanted to feel you against him. The love that he felt was going unnoticed, the love that strongly sat there for you to run into his arms, pressing your lips against him as the two of you look at each other with such love.

The next tutor session was nothing new – not that it had changed at all. Overtime, the two of you had begun to get closer and closer. You were fine with Akaashi resting his large hand on your thigh, and you noticed how he would slowly move his hand higher. You even tried bucking your hips at him, wearing shorter clothing just to find a way to get him to touch you more.

Akaashi wanted to punish you for wearing short clothing, but he thought that somewhere there was the same feelings he felt for you rushing through your mind.

Every other session felt like the same day on repeat. The same hours of questions and work, only to pleasure yourself when Akaashi would go home.

You opened the door for Akaashi, believing it were to be just another normal day of the two of you working on equations together. Akaashi stood there, a large hoodie in the freezing cold. You began to shiver somewhere throughout the session, causing Akaashi to panic, pulling his hoodie from his body, revealing some of his muscles in the process, which only made you drool more at the sight of his toned body.

You inhaled the scent of his cologne on the hoodie, the way the jumper was too big for your small body, the way it sat halfway down your thighs. Akaashi loved the sight of you wearing his hoodie, even making a comment about how you should wear his hoodie more often. He knew that if he wanted this relationship to progress in anyway, he needed to start being more vocal, other than just sitting there and waiting for you to make the first move. He was smart enough to know that was never going to happen.

“You should wear it more often,” he whispered into your ear as you washed your hands in the bathroom.

Your eyes darted to the mirror, watching how he had to move himself, leaning down so he was able to whisper into your ear. The way his hand sat on the bathroom sink, his other hand, his pointer finger tucking your hair behind your ear. You felt his hot breath on your skin, squeezing your thighs shut to try and relive the ache that sat there.

Yet, once again, you waited for Akaashi to leave before you did anything.

You threw your head back as the vibrator sat on your clit on its highest setting. Akaashi’s hoodie you wore, bunched up at your waist. Your legs shook from the intense pleasure, back arching as cries of his name fell from your lips. You wanted it to be him, not some stupid toy. You could only imagine, pretending your fingers weren’t your own, that it was Akaashi holding the toy on your clit, looking down at you as you squirmed on the bed.

Akaashi was no better, because every night, he thought the same.

The next time was different. You gave Akaashi back his hoodie, but he told you to keep it, only causing you to blush. He knew that the two of you could never be a real couple, so he tried what he could do to make it seem as if the two of you were one.

Days progressed.

Akaashi sat anxiously in his seat, watching how you walked into the room, dressed in his large blue hoodie. Akaashi knew that he wanted you, and he could only think that you wanted him too. He watched as you moved over to him, sitting yourself down in his lap, legs on either side of him as you push your breasts to his chest, head resting in the crook of your neck as your arms wrap around him. Akaashi’s first instinct was to wrap his arms around your waist, holding you close. He could feel your panties against his thin shorts, wondering what you were wearing underneath the large hoodie.

“What’s the matter, angel?” the nickname made your panties wet.

You grinded your hips on his lap. Akaashi took in a sharp breath, not wanting to become hard for nothing.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, you know that,” he mumbled against your skin.

You knew what you were doing. In fact, it had been what you had been planning for ages now. You wanted Akaashi to be the one to take your virginity, you were sure of it.

“Take me… Akaashi. I want you to take me,” you let your lips graze the skin of his neck, sucking lightly on his beautiful skin.

You felt him become hard underneath you, your panties growing damper as you moved your hips. Akaashi wasn’t having it, pulling you from him and watching how you dropped down onto your knees in front of him.

Shaking his head, he mumbled a soft, “Not here.”

You nodded, softly holding his hand and taking him upstairs to the same place you had sinful thoughts about him and did sinful things while moaning out his name. He watched as you pushed him down onto the bed, climbing over him. You rested yourself in between Akaashi’s thighs, spreading them to your liking. Shaky fingers moved to his belt, pulling it off and throwing it to the ground, tugging his pants, as well as his boxers down his legs. Akaashi took in a deep breath as the sight he dreamed of appeared before his turquoise coloured eyes.

He watched as you took the tip of his semi hard cock into your mouth, moving his hands to your hair, wrapping it around his hand, tugging slightly, forcing you to take more of him into your mouth. You gagged slightly, but continued to suck him off, letting your tongue run along his most sensitive spots.

“Fuck, y-you don’t know how long I’ve b-been waiting for this,” he groaned out, watching how you maintained eye contact with him while having his cock shoved down your throat.

Akaashi let go of your hair, tucking it slightly behind your ear. He grabbed onto the bedsheets for support, moans falling from his lips that he wasn’t afraid to show. He bucked his hips up into your mouth, causing you to gag around him once more.

“That’s a good fucking girl,” he muttered, stroking your hair slowly, “Taking me in your mouth like the good girl that you are.”

At one moment, Akaashi’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and he climaxed into your mouth. He watched as you pulled yourself off his cock, watching as you swallowed his cum, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue to show that you had.

Akaashi flipped you over, praising you, calling you a good girl as he shoved the hoodie up, letting it bunch at your waist. He noticed the red lace panties which sat underneath, his eyes widening when he noticed the damp spot in the middle, right where your dripping cunt was. He pulled his hoodie from your body, removing his shirt so he was fully naked. His eyes widened, seeing the matching red lace bra that you wore.

Akaashi’s fingers were skilled, easily removing your panties and bra. His lips moved to suck around your hardened nipple. His lips sucked dark, purple marks down your soft skin. Your body was softer than he thought it was. He loved the way you felt, the way your innocent demeanour changed when the two of you were alone.

His lips attached to your clit, a cry of his name leaving his lips as he began to suck lightly on your most sensitive spot. His fingers toyed with your entrance, collecting your wetness on his long digits. He needed to prep you for when he was to fuck you.

Lust and the way your tight velvety walls clenched around Akaashi’s digits filled his mind, the way your hands gripped onto the sheets, your hips would move and how angelic you sounded when you cried out his name. He wanted more. He needed more.

“Kaashi’ I’m gonna fucking cum… O-Oh, you’re gonna m-make me fucking cum.”

That’s what he did. He made you climax all over his digits, his tongue now dipping down to your entrance to taste you.

The two of you were stripped of your clothing, looking at each other with lust filled eyes. Akaashi pulled you closer to him, attaching his lips to yours, sharing a soft, passionate kiss.

“Where are your condoms?” he mumbled in between kisses.

“Top drawer on the left.”

Akaashi climbed off the bed, opening the drawer. He observed the small bullet vibrator he found, bringing it out along with one of the condoms. He slipped the condom onto his length, hovering over you.

“Tell me if you need me to stop.”

Yes, there was a slight pain when he thrusted into you, but it felt too good. Pain was washed away with the pleasure of being filled, the pleasure of having Akaashi’s lips on your neck as you moaned underneath him.

“F-Faster,” you moaned out slightly, wanting to be pounded into by the boy.

Akaashi wouldn’t take no as an answer, not when he’s here fucking the girl he’s always wanted to. Slowly, he increased the speed, grabbing hold of your vibrator and pressing it against your clit. You cried out, cursing at the way the boy found your favourite toy and decided to use it against you.

His hands reached out for the headboard, grabbing onto it as he quickened his pace. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, tongue slightly sticking out of your mouth as drool dripped down your chin.

A sharp cry left your lips as you climaxed again, this time, around his cock. You felt Akaashi pull out of you, throwing the toy onto the bed.

“Ride me.”

His voice was harsh, commanding you, not giving you any options.

You straddled his waist once again, feeling his cock enter you from now a completely different angle. Your hands rested around his neck, as his sat on your waist and guided you up and down his cock.

Your head was thrown back as Akaashi moved his to suck lightly on your nipples. Intense pleasure soared through your body as you were driven to your third climax of the night. Your body felt weak, unable to move on its own.

Instead, Akaashi pulled out of you once more, shoving your back down on the bedsheets, moving your legs to sit on his shoulders as he entered you once again. His hand intertwined with yours as he mumbled against your skin,

“Cum with me.”

And that’s what happened. The two of you climaxed at the same time, just like how the characters did in every smut you had read. He pulled out, watching how your cum dripped from your abused hole. He smirked, moving his fingers to your hole, stuffing your cum back into your body.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, angel.”

You could now say, that every tutoring session, you two studied each other’s bodies.

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crazyunsexycool · 3 years ago

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'til the end of the line and back.

Chapter 4: Sooner or later

Pairing: Bucky x Fem Reader, Steve x Fem Reader, Steve x Bucky, Stucky x Fem Reader eventually

Word Count: 6.8k

Warnings: Canon level violence, deaths of minor characters, guns, mentions of blood a badly written fight scene, human trafficking, Baddie reader, Steve and some of his feelings, slow burn. (If I missed any please let me know.)

Minors DNI

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Ch 3

A bullet flies by your head as you duck behind a half torn down wall. You peek over it trying to locate whoever shot at you. He moves from one side to the other trying to stay behind the columns in the abandoned building and as he moves between two of them you take your shot and he hits the floor. You hear more footsteps running away from you and you are quick to follow.

“Multiple hostiles heading your way Cap.” You say through your comms.

“I could use some back up here.” Nat states, “I’m on the first floor in the northwest corner.”

“Y/N back up Nat I’ll take care of the others.” Steve instructs.

“Will do, Nat I’ll be there in a minute.” You stop following the team ahead of you and turn left at the next hallway. While running down the hallway you get pulled down to the floor, your gun sliding out of your hand. You waste no time and throw an elbow at the head of the person who tackled you. Both of you stand up quickly taking a defensive stance, he’s bigger all around and you know it won’t be easy. You’re first to throw a punch but he blocks. The next few moves turn into a series of back and forth. You throw a punch and it lands on his ribs cracking them, then a high kick that catches his chin. He stumbles back and you run at him, you jump putting one foot high on the wall and push yourself off and you knee him in his face. Blood begins to coat his lips and chin.

“Y/N where are you?”

“Just a-” you grunt as you land “minute Nat I’m a little busy.”

He falls to his knees and as you go to land one more punch he grabs your fist twisting your arm and landing a punch to your cheek and then in the stomach. The pain makes you double over and as he bends down to pick you up you headbutt him. That sends him back against the wall. You see some metal poles sticking out of the wall behind him and you raise your hand. A couple of motions and flicks of your wrist and the poles are wrapped around him restraining them there. You’re quick to grab your gun. Not wasting anymore time as you make your way to the stairs and run down them. You make your way through the maze of hallways to get to Nat the debris from the ruined building making it just a little bit more difficult. When you get to her she is surrounded and fighting as hard as she can.

“Nat hit the floor when I give you my signal.” You whisper through the comms. As the men get closer to her you lift your hands again. All of the fallen concrete slabs and rocks and anything else that is lying around starts to float mid air. That lets her know it’s time to drop once you see that she does, you move your arms away from each other sending everything flying through the room, hitting all of them at once. As soon as you can, you walk toward Nat.

“Are you ok?” You ask as you examine her. Nothing other than a few scratches on her face.

“I’m good, are you?” You just nod in response.

“The signal I’m getting is in this room but none of the computers are connected to anything. There isn’t even a little bit of electricity running through here.” She says as she pulls out a phone and shows you the screen. You begin to scan the room trying to find anything at all.

“Did you find what you need?” Steve's voice carries through the almost empty room. He stands at the doorway keeping an eye on the hallway.

“We have a signal for something but we can’t find the source.”

“We should start heading out there, there could be more coming and we could really be outnumbered then.”

You continue to search around the room when you get to a section by the wall, you perk up at the sound of a whimper. You know it’s not coming from outside since the area is isolated. You scan the wall and you see an almost imperceptible line in the wall. When you follow it you can make the outline of what should be a door.

“I think there’s something here. There has to be a way to open this.” You first try to just push it but it doesn’t budge.

“We’re running out of time, we might not be able to get in there.” Nat says as she keeps on searching for something that could open the door.

“No, we have to open it. There wouldn’t be a bunch of mercenaries defending a half torn building for no reason.”

You look back at the door, you walk back to it and place both your hands on it. You close your eyes and concentrate. You move your hands first to the right and you hear small clicks but the door doesn’t open. You do the same thing moving your hands to the left and again you hear the clicks and there is slight movement of the door. You push the door and it opens up, the stairs light up showing the way to a room at the bottom.

“Come on, let's see what’s down there.” You motion for Nat and Steve to follow you. Steve takes the lead, holding his shield up in one hand and mjolnir in the other just in case there are more guards. You are in the middle with a gun drawn and you have it pointed over Steve’s shoulder. Nat is in the rear gun up and ready to fire, keeping watch on the room you just left as you all descend the stairs.

You expect to find computers and equipment, maybe a whole lab set up for whatever HYDRA is working on instead, the sight before you breaks your heart. Multiple cages full of kids, some of them seem out of it as if they had been sedated. The room itself isn’t big but the cages take up the whole space. You hear Nat take a deep breath behind you as she takes a moment to look around the room.

“Nat go call this in, we’re gonna need all the support we can get.” Steve orders, “Y/N help me open the locks so that we can start getting them out of here.”

You can only nod as you notice the kids start to look up from where they’re sitting or lying down. Steve starts to move towards the end of the room taking the padlocks on the cage doors and just ripping them off. The anger alone allows him to work quickly. You get pulled from your stunned state when you hear small cries and whimpers around you. Behind the stairs you see a small work area with a laptop . You take the small back up flash drive you have and you connect it. As you wait for the download to be completed you make quick work of the locks yourself and begin to open the doors. You move back to the computer and grab the drive once it’s finished downloading then disconnect the laptop and take it with you. Once all the doors are open Steve stands at the bottom of the stairs shield held up in front of him again. He begins to make his way up the stairs as he motions for the kids to start following him.

“Nat we’re on our way up. Do we have an ETA on local law enforcement?”

“Yeah, they should be here in about 8 minutes. You can start to bring them up and follow the hallway towards the northeast of the building. There is a clearing safe for them.”

“Are you good to go Y/N?”

“Yes, we have everyone.” You say at the end of the line of kids. You slowly make your way down the hall. By the time you are out of the building with all the kids there are paramedics, firefighters and cops everywhere. They started setting up tents and areas to tend to the kids. You’re placing the laptop down on one of the tables when you feel a tug on the pants of your suit. When you look down you find a little blonde girl looking up at you. You kneel so that you’re eye level to her.

“Hi sweetie are you ok do you need something?” you ask as you move her hair out of her face.

She looks at the building and points at it and looks back at you. You look at the building expecting to maybe see someone or something important but you don’t. Although she’s small you put her age at around 6.

“It’s ok sweetie you don’t have to go back in there, you’re safe now.” you tell her trying to sooth the tears that are starting to form.

“Brother, in there” is all she says.

“Your brother is in there? Did you see him walk in there?” she only nods in response.

“Steve, Nat I’m going back in, one of the girls says her brother went back into the building, I’ll be back.” You say through comms.

“Y/N take some back up.”

“Don’t worry Cap, it'll be quick.” You say as you make your into the building. You work your way through the hall you came out of looking for a blond boy that could possibly look like the little girl. You are back in the main room that houses the door to the room with the cages. You find the boy at the top of the stairs looking down.

“Hi sweetheart, are you ok?” you say in a low voice so as to not scare him. He looks over his shoulder and he just looks lost and confused.

“My sister, I can’t find her.” his tears flowing freely.

“Oh sweetheart she’s outside she saw you come in here and asked me to bring you back. Do you want to go see her?”

“Yes, mama said I had to keep her safe.” you stretch your hand out for him to grab as he makes his way over to you. His eyes go wide as he looks past you. You turn just in time to see the man you fought earlier throw a grenade at you. It falls at your feet and you grab it, throwing it back in his direction. You grab the boy and start running down the hall. The explosion rocks the already crumbling building causing more pieces of concrete, wood and anything else to fall around you.

“Y/N what was that, where are you?” Nat asks.

“We have some guests and they threw a grenade. I’m heading towards you now.” you say through a cough.

Steve meets you at the opening used to get everyone out. “Are you out of your mind? I told you to take back up. What if you would have gotten hurt?”

“It would have been worse with back up. I’m out and I’m fine. See no injuries from that.” You walk toward the little girl that was getting treated by paramedics now and you place the boy down. He runs towards her and embraces her, giving her kisses and making sure she’s ok. You smile at the interaction as you make your way back to Nat and Steve. All of a sudden you feel the ground shake and you look up towards them and they seem just as confused as you. You look around and you hear it, this time it’s multiple explosions. The debris from the building is flying everywhere, more specifically its flying toward where everyone is at. You see Steve and Nat run towards some kids to grab them and duck for cover the same as everyone else. With how big the explosion sounded and how tall the building is you know the debris will come flying towards you. You raise your hands taking control over the larger pieces coming your way trying to create a wall to protect everyone from the smaller pieces of projectiles and the fire that was spreading towards you. Once you can’t hear anything else you push everything you had been holding forward and away from the crowd. You let out a shaky breath as you release the debris. You’ve never stopped so much at one time and this was at least 10 floors of dangerous rubble flying at high speed to hold back and it drained your energy. As darkness begins to take hold of your vision the last thing you remember is Steve yelling your name.

As you start to regain consciousness all you hear is angry voices. At first you think they’re still at the location with the kids but then you realize you’re being carried. As you slowly open your eyes you groan at the bright lights above you. Blinking a few times you finally look up and realize Steve is holding you. He looks down at you relieved that you’re finally awake. You look over his shoulder finding Nat looking at you, a smile graces her face realizing you’re up.

“How could you let this happen? She hasn’t even reached her full potential with her abilities. She could have really hurt herself or others.” Tony’s voice registers in your mind.

“What were you even thinking of going there? We didn't have enough intel.”

You try to look in Tony’s direction but it’s hard to move. You realize Steve is holding on to you tightly as if trying to protect you from the yelling. You all get into the elevator. You ask him to put you down but he keeps an arm around your waist to keep you steady.

“If you want to be reckless you do that on your own time but don’t you dare pull Nat and Y/N into it.” His voice gets louder with every sentence.

“Sshh, my head is killing me.” You say hoping that will at least make him stop talking for just a moment but no it only added fuel to the fire.

“Well that obviously can’t be good. We’ll have to run tests no thanks to Rogers.” He mutters.

You look up at Steve, he’s staying silent, eyes forward and his jaw clenched, but you can tell what Tony said is affecting him and that pisses you off.

“Let’s get you checked out in the medbay.” Steve says as everyone steps out of the elevator.

“No, I want to go to my room.”

“But you have a headache, we should make sure you’re ok.”

“Steve, I get these headaches every time I use my abilities in ways I haven’t before and for longer times it will go away. I just need to rest.” You assure him as you look over and glare at Tony. You know he wants to keep you safe but you won’t tolerate his attitude towards Steve.

“Are you sure? I st-“ you cut him off “would it make you feel better if I get checked out?”

“Absolutely.”

“Ok then let’s go.” You say, already regretting the decision. You get back on the elevator letting Steve press the button for the floor the medbay was at. He follows close behind making sure you’re ok. After the check up is done and you’re cleared of any serious injury you turn to Steve.

“Better?” You ask.

“Yes, thank you.”

“Now come on, I want to go rest.” Making your way back to the elevators and up to your rooms. He leaves you at your door, watching him go into his room and close the door. You take a shower and put on some sweats and a tank top but as you lay your head down on your pillow all you can think about is Steve. He’s been back a few weeks and everyone is still giving him the cold shoulder. They have briefings for missions and they leave him out, if they make dinner plans they don’t invite him. He tries to be strong but you know it hurts him. At some point this all needs to stop and you decide you’re gonna put an end to it. You get up from bed and walk out to the hallway. Steve’s door is closed but you decide to check up on him. You knock on the door but he doesn’t answer. You can hear some shuffling inside so you know he’s awake. In the short amount of time you’ve come to learn enough about Steve to know he’s closing himself off and that just doesn’t work for you at the moment so you just open the door. When you peer inside you see him sitting almost the exact same way you found Bucky on Steve’s birthday. Back to the door sitting on the edge of the bed still wearing all of his gear except for the shield, with his head hanging low. Since he came back Steve and you have grown closer so being able to walk into his room is normal for you now. You silently make your way over and sit next to him and rest your head on his shoulders as you grab his hand.

“It’s going to be ok Steve.”

“I don’t know what’s worse Y/N, having left thinking I was making the right choice or coming back and dealing with all of this.”

“I can’t imagine how you feel right now but please believe me you aren’t alone. You have Nat.” You sit up placing a hand on his cheek to make him look at you “And you have me.”

“I know I let them down again. My whole world was gone when I came out of the ice and then after the battle of New York we stayed together as a team. We depended on each other. We were a family back then and I was responsible for it falling apart because of the accords.”

You shake your head in disagreement. “You were doing what you had to, not only to save Bucky but from what I've been told, the consequences of signing the accords would have been disastrous for the team. Steve, you were only trying to do what was right but you’re only human you’re allowed to make mistakes. The important thing is that you are trying to make it right.”

“I don’t think I have a place left here.” he whispers, trying to hold back his tears.

“Yes you do, I’m not going to let you leave this time.”

After spending time with Steve you took some time to actually rest. Waiting until your headache disappeared to talk to the team but sleep took hold of you. The next morning you asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. where the rest of the team was, the A.I. informed you that with the exception of Bucky who was out they were finishing up a meeting. You make your way down to the conference room and catch the team just as they finished. At first you were going to talk to them all at once but after the way Tony behaved you decided to go to each of them individually instead. Up first was Sam.

“Hey Sammy, got a minute?” You ask as he makes his way out of the meeting.

“For you sugar I got two.” He smiles down at you.

“Good because I wanted to talk to you about something.” You say as you start following him into the elevator.

“What is it?”

“When are you going to talk to Steve?”

“It’s complicated and I don’t think I’m ready to have that conversation.”

“Why not? From all the conversations we’ve had you made it seem like you were friends.” You shrug. “You were one of the first ones here that talked to me and told me to open up and give people a chance. Seems like a perfect opportunity to practice what you preach.”

“Y/N,” he sighs. “He is my friend. I'm just hurt that he couldn’t trust me enough to tell me what he was planning. And I’m not the only person he hurt by his decision.”

“I understand that but he doesn’t know that. Steve just thinks everyone hates him and I know you aren’t the type of person to hate anyone, especially a friend.” You walk out of the elevator as the doors open to your floor.

“It will be good to get it out there and you can start mending your relationship don’t you think?” You ask as you lead the way.

“You’re right, I will talk to him when I get the chance.”

“Great, I'll leave you to it.” You knock on Steve’s door and cross the hallway into your room just as Steve opens it.

Sam stares at Steve and then looks in your direction and then back at Steve. “Uh, Hey man I was gonna go on a run, would you like to join me?” Is the last thing you hear as you close your door. A smile on your face thinking that your plan is working.

The mid morning sun beats down on Sam and Steve as they finish their cool down lap around the compound. A route they took together every morning after Sam joined the team. It was the place they would go to when they needed to talk something out whether it was a work issue or something personal. A route Sam stopped running the day after Steve left and one he missed more for the company than for the scenery. They come to a stop in front of a bench that faces the lake near the compound, the one close to where the platform Steve had used had been set up. As they take a seat the tension is palpable. Steve looks over the lake processing what he wants to say when Sam speaks up.

“Why couldn’t you just tell us? We had dinner the night before with just the three of us. You could have said something then.”

“I know, I had it planned out, I was ready to retire. I was ready to live the life I thought I lost when I went into the ice. I wanted to tell you to believe me. ”

“Did you think I wouldn’t be happy for you? I know what you’ve been through and nothing would have made me happier than seeing one of my best friends live the life they’ve always wanted. I just feel like you didn’t trust me enough man, and that hurt. You know that I would follow you into battle no questions asked. We went through a lot in a short time and after you left I tried not to but all I could think was that this friendship didn’t mean as much to you as it did to me.” Sam explains.

“What? Sam this friendship means everything to me, you helped me without question and I have no words to express how thankful I am for that. You could have turned your back but you didn’t, there are few men like that and I’m lucky enough to know you. I should have told you I know you would have been happy but part of me thought you would have tried to stop me.” Steve says.

“I don’t want it to, but I understand if this friendship is over. I truly am sorry I should have known that I had nothing to worry about and just told you my plan.” Steve stands deciding if he should leave or stay.

“Why did you come back?” Sam asks as he looks up at Steve.

“Uh, well I thought that I wanted to be back in the 40s with Peggy but once I was there I realized that the feelings I had for her were more of a product of the war. I think I also let myself get influenced by how romanticized my story was made out to be. I fucked up with her too I should have never gone back it only broke her heart again.” Steve says trying to avoid talking about the real reason.

“Not only hers.” Sam mutters “Have you talked to Bucky yet?”

“I thought you didn’t like Buck?” Steve teases as he sits back down.

“I don’t, but he’s a friend and if you ever say that I said that I’ll deny it.” Sam chuckles.

“To answer your question, no I haven’t. He wants nothing to do with me and I can’t say I blame him.”

“Hmm, You aren’t even going to try to tell him how you feel?”

“What?” Steve turns bright pink.

“Come on, you two are killing me here.” Sam shakes his head. “That man was a mess for months, we almost had to bench him because he was too reckless out in the field. I mean there were moments when nothing helped although he did start getting better once Y/N was around.”

“I’m glad he has Y/N, she’s amazing. I’m grateful she was so welcoming I know I wouldn’t be talking to you without her”

“Yeah, she is. I’ve noticed you look at her the way you look at Bucky.” Sam looks at him with one eyebrow raised. “I know for a fact Bucky cares about her too, he just hasn’t made a move. Just try not to hurt either of them with whatever happens. They’ve been through enough and they deserve some happiness.”

“Yeah, I know.” Steve nods.

“Oh and you’re right,” Sam says as they both stand. “I would have stopped you and told you it was a mistake. But I forgive you because I missed my friend and it’s good to have you back.”

“It’s good to be back Sam. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to make it up to all of you.”

“Don’t worry I’ll find some way to have you make it up to us.” Sam says as they turn to go back to the compound.

“Come in.” Bucky says to the knock on the door knowing it’s you.

He sits with his back against the headboard and you make your way over to the bed cuddling up next to him as he reads. “What’s the matter? Do you need me to kick someone’s ass for you?”

You giggle at his question. “No Bucky I’m just tired and I missed you. I totally passed out after the mission yesterday and we didn’t see each other.”

“That’s not true I saw you but you were sleeping so I left you alone.”

“Aaww Bucky you checked up on me?” you ask as you move around so you can lay your head on his lap.

“Course I did. Needed to make sure you were ok. Although I ran into Lucy and she said you had to go into the medbay, so what happened?” he asks as he starts playing with your hair.

“It was nothing serious, Buck I promise.” you tell him about the mission and how you found all those kids and the explosion and how you used your ability to keep people safe but that you passed out.

“Anyways when I came to Steve was carrying me off the jet and Tony was just yelling. So Steve asked me if I would go to the medbay. I didn’t want to at first but he stayed the whole time to make sure I was ok.” you feel Bucky tense anytime you mention Steve. You know they were close but after he came back, Bucky avoided him at all costs.

You sit up and turn your whole body so you’re facing him. “Can I ask you something?”

“You just did.” He smiles.

“I’m serious James.”

“Fine, ask away.” He rolls his eyes playfully.

“Why haven’t you talked to Steve? I know I don’t know much about your relationship besides what Sam has told me but don’t you want to know why he left?”

“No, he could have explained that he wasn’t coming back but he chose not to. It just feels like he doesn’t trust me and if there is no trust there is no need for there to be a relationship.”

“Bucky, he made a mistake and he just wants to make it right.” You sigh “wouldn’t you want your side to be heard before people passed judgment?”

Bucky doesn’t answer, he just keeps staring past you. This is one of the few times since you’ve known Bucky that the silence is uncomfortable so you get up to leave. You place a kiss on his cheek.

“Just think about it ok. I have to go get this data off the flash drive.”

You head out of the room and close the door. You take a deep breath as you start walking down the hallway. You see Steve and Sam walking towards you, talking and laughing which makes you smile.

“Meet up for lunch?”

“Yeah I’ll see you later Sam” Steve says as he stops in front of you.

“So I see the run went well.” you smile up at him. Steve wraps his arms around you giving you a massive bear hug as he places a kiss on your cheek.

“Thank you Y/N. I don’t know how much longer I could have gone being shut out like this. I could never repay you.”

“Steve, never say never, you can always repay me with tacos.” you chuckle.

“As many tacos as you want.” He places a kiss on your forehead.

“Well if you’re trying to make me fall in love with you it’s working.”

Steve’s laugh echoing through the hallway as he hugs you tighter.

“Ok, I have to go, I need to start working on the data from the flash drive.” you say as you finally pull away from Steve’s embrace.

“We have analysts for that.”

“I know but this hits close to home and I want to make sure it gets done right.

You walk through the brightly lit hallway toward your destination. It feels like you’re in a beehive with all of the agents working continuously assessing threats, going from meeting to meeting or completing assignments. There is always a sense of urgency in this section of the compound making you move down the hallway faster until you find the room you’re looking for. You open the door to where most data analysts work, looking down all the rows until you find who you’re looking for. Perfectly coiffed dirty blond hair pokes out from the top of the screens. As you make your way around the desks you find an empty one next to the man you came to see. You take a seat and clear your throat making him jump.

“Jesus woman, you can’t just sneak up on people like that.” He says he places a hand over his heart.

“In my defense I didn’t sneak you just weren’t paying attention.” You laugh, noticing the blush that takes over his fair skin.

“What are you doing here among the mortals anyway?” He asks as he resumes his work.

You pull out the flash drive and hold it out to him. “I need help with this Donovan, and since you helped train me I thought maybe you could take a look with me.”

“Don’t you have the Tony Stark to help?” He asks.

“Yes I do but I don’t feel like dealing with him right now. So will you help or not?” You say as you turn to plug the flash drive in the computer in front of you.

“Ok send me a copy of the files.” He begins typing, sitting side by side you start working through all the information on the drive. You begin to find pictures of the kids along with prices and even bids that are still going up. You’ve been working at this for about an hour and you are making good progress until you come to a set of files that are encrypted.

“Seems like the encryption is more advanced than I thought. Whatever the information is could be a big lead. It might take a few hours to get to it though.” Donovan states as he begins to run a decryption program.

“Well we can leave it running for now, do you want to go get something at the cafet-” He gets interrupted by an alert on the computer. You move to look over his shoulder looking at the first set of files. A list of names, specifically suppliers and the cities they work out of. One name and location jump out at you.

“Donovan, I have to go. Could you send me the rest when it’s done? I owe you one.”

“Yeah sure I can. Is everything ok?” he asks as you leave.

You make your way out, going straight to your room. You change from the casual clothes you had into a form fitting black t-shirt, a pair of black jeans, you add a holster, a jacket and combat boots. You place a knife inside of the boots and you pull your hair into a ponytail. You’re careful to leave your room. You sneak down the hallway taking the stairs instead of the elevator to get to the garage. In moments like this you’re grateful Bucky taught you to drive a motorcycle. You move to the end of the parking spots and go to the one that you’ve claimed as yours. You disable the GPS tracker on the motorcycle then put on your helmet and head out toward your target.

Bucky looks at his phone, this is the 3rd time he tries to call you and it goes to voicemail. He initially asked F.R.I.D.A.Y where he could find you but the A.I. only responded that you weren’t in the building. He finds it weird, you never leave without letting him know where you’re going. He’s asked everyone on the team but no one has seen you, well almost everyone.

‘If this is one of your tricks to get me to talk to him you won’t hear the end of it. FUCK!’ He thinks to himself. But Bucky’s need to know you’re ok is greater than his anger towards Steve. So he walks to Steve’s office which is on the opposite side of the compound where all of the agents and recruits work. He takes a deep breath and knocks.

“Come in.” He hears Steve say and he opens the door. Steve looks up to see who’s at the door and is completely surprised to see Bucky. The tension is thick, neither of them willing to move. Steve notices Bucky hesitant so he speaks first.

“Is everything ok?”

Bucky scoffs still standing at the door considering if he should just leave. But no he can’t do that his gut is telling him something is going on. Part of it is the fear that you left him behind but he knows you wouldn’t, would you? The other part is fear that you’re hurt and he wasn’t there to protect you. This fear creeps into his chest and takes a hold of his heart, making it hard to breathe because the thought of losing you is too much. He just needs to know that you’re ok.

He clears his throat “Have you seen Y/N? I’ve been looking for her all afternoon and I can’t find her.”

“Oh, well I saw her this morning after my run with Sam. She said she was going to work with one of the data analysts on the flash drive from our mission.”

“That’s right, thanks.” Bucky starts to leave.

“Do you think something’s wrong?”

“I don’t know but something doesn’t feel right, she isn’t in the compound and she isn’t answering her phone. I just want to make sure she’s ok.” Bucky says over his shoulder before he realizes Steve is following him to go talk to some of the analysts to try and track you down. They move quickly through the halls to get to the analysts department. Walking through to find the analyst Bucky is sure you would have gone to for help.

“Donovan.” Bucky calls out as he gets closer.

“Sergeant Barnes, Captain Rogers, how can I help you?” Donovan stands up almost as if standing at attention.

“We’re looking for Y/N has she come around here at all?”

“Yes Captain Rogers, she came down around 10:00 am. We worked together on the flash drive for about an hour. We found a set of files that were encrypted but one of them we were able to access quickly when she saw the information she left. Asked me to forward the rest to her once it was done, which it only has a few minutes left.”

“Show us the last file she looked at.” Bucky instructs. Standing behind Donovan as he finds what he needs. When Bucky sees the information he curses under his breath.

“Send the rest of the files to Stark. We have to go.” half way down the row of desks already.

“Hey Buck Slow down, talk to me, what's going on?” Steve says as he walks with Bucky.

“I’ll explain on the way there but we have to go now. Get changed and I’ll meet you in the garage. Steve, we have to get to her before she makes a mistake.”

You stand on the fire escape of the abandoned warehouse looking in through the window before you open it. Seeing no one close to the window you unlock it and pull it up to open it. You poke your head in listening for a moment to see if you hear anyone around, once you’re sure it’s safe you place one foot in and pull yourself through the window. You stick to the shadows as you walk around the second floor, surveying the empty warehouse below. The files gave specific locations he would be going to. You visited the first 3 locations and found nothing leaving the warehouse as the only option, you hoped you were still on time.

Walking around the second floor you find an office, you look through it to figure out what happens here, you find a laptop similar to the one you found a day and a half ago. You pull your flash drive out and plug it in and begin to download any information on the laptop. You continue your search but find nothing useful. You grab the flash drive and head out, walking down the stairs to look around as well. If it weren’t for your enhanced vision the low light would make it difficult to see the chains hanging from the walls, the chair with handcuffs attached to it, the rope thrown around, the faint stains on the floor that look like dried up blood and boxes tucked away in the corner. Before you get a chance to look through some of them, you hear a car outside. You step into the shadows as the side door opens. The street lights flooding through the open door causing a shadow to spread along the floor. One man steps into the mostly empty space, the man you came here for.

Curling your fingers you close the door, the sound of it slamming shut makes him jump. He rushes over to try to open it but it won’t budge. You hear men on the other side of the door trying to get it open, one of them barking out orders to go around the building and find a way in.

As he moves back into the center of the room you step out of your hiding spot. His eyes go wide as recognition floods his features, then fear. He looks around to try and find another way out but he can’t.

“Hi Jackson, did you miss me?”

Ch. 5

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