#(for some reason he was now hiding in a tent) and i was like ‘yes alex!!!! can i shake your hand?’ and he was puzzled but he let me

[y2kuromi]

⭑ : 呪術廻戦 ❛ 𝗟𝗜𝗘𝗕𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗨𝗠𝗘 : satoru gojo x fem! reader

࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 synopsis: yuuji sees a completely different side of gojo-sensei !

contents: tooth rotting fluff w a dash of angst! established relationship (married), second person & told from yuuji’s pov. extremely whipped satoru! petnames, suggestive dialogue

summer isn’t over yet! collection, can be read as a stand-alone

yuuji was initially ecstatic about the prospect of living with gojo-sensei. he’d imagined lazing around, gorging on sweets and watching cartoons on tv — maybe a few training sessions squeezed in with gojo-sensei — ideally it would’ve been just the two of them.

his fantasies came crashing down when realised gojo-sensei’s “house” was actually a “home”. the walls in the foyer were riddled with picture frames. he felt like he was intruding on gojo-sensei’s personal life, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the pictures on the walls.

there was a woman beside gojo-sensei in most of the pictures. she had (e/c) eyes and (h/c) hair. a friend? or a girlfriend? — nah. according to fushiguro, gojo-sensei got zero play. though she had to mean something to him. it was evident in the way he looked at her.

his cerulean eyes entirely averted the camera lens, instead devoted to committing every inch of her to memory

“that’s my wife” gojo said softly,“she’s gorgeous isn’t she?” he laughed wryly as he stared lovingly at the smiling woman in the photo. yuuji nodded slowly, studying his teacher closely.

“is she okay with me hiding out here?” he asked tentatively, shoving his hands in the pockets of his hoodie.

“ahhh about that” gojo says sheepishly, “i haven’t had the time to mention it to her so you’ll have to wait here while i talk to her” he ran a hand through his hair, snowy white tendrils curling around his fingers.

classic gojo-sensei.

“oh” yuuji chuckled, the situation was amusing to him. he couldn’t wait to tell fushiguro — the sour reminder that he couldn’t had his laughter dying in his throat.

gojo-sensei shrugged off his shoes and patted yuuji’s shoulder, “don’t worry she’ll say yes , i’ve got her wrapped around my finger”

yuuji waited patiently in the foyer, amber eyes flickering over the expensive decor and woodsy frames of gojo-sensei’s family. he could faintly make out traces of your conversation

"oh? you're home early for once" you smiled, leaning into your husband as he placed a kiss on your forehead. "what's the special occasion 'toru?"

"do i need a reason to want to see my beautiful wife?”

“nope” you hummed, “‘m just surprised to see you” not that you were complaining. satoru was a busy man and you cherished the rare moments you spent alone together

“how was your day sweets?” he asked, taking your hand in his, his thumb stroked over knuckles, soft, loving.

“same old” you shrugged, “we’ve got some big case coming up next week, so i was pretty busy today. had a tonne of paperwork and meetings too"

"my busy bee" he smiles, "i missed you s'much, i hate going on these stupid business trips"

"you'd like them more if i came with you" you said teasingly, poking his rib with your free hand "i ran into kento the other day, you sure i shouldn't come back to jujutsu sorcery too?"

"nuh uh" he shook his head firmly, "stay at your law firm pretty, 'm gonna need someone to defend me when i kill all the higher ups"

"what have they done now?" you sigh exasperatedly, turning the knob on the gas cooker and reducing the heat. the faint clicking sound echoes in the kitchen as the orange-blue flames simmered quietly.

"what haven't they done" he grumbled, leaning against the counter. he gently tugged at his blindfold, lithe fingers unveiling the cerulean eyes that you loved so much. his snowy hair fell softly around his face, a curtain that failed to hide the anger he felt coursing through his veins.

"poor baby" you cooed, hands trailing up to his face and cupping his cheeks, your fingers smoothed over the frown etched on his face, pushing his lips together in a duck-lipped pout, "wanna tell me about it?"

"y'know yuuji? the new first year that's sukuna's vessel?"

you nod, allowing your hands to fall from his face and rest on the counter. his greedy hands make their way to your waist, rubbing circles on the soft flesh peeking out beneath your untucked dress shirt.

"well they sent the first years on a mission to rescue people from the detention center, after sending me on that stupid mission overseas mind you, and the kid had to fight a special grade curse"

"is he okay?" you ask, hands ghosting over satoru's bigger, veiny ones. he sighs, a look of mild irritation fleeting over his face at the memory. in retrospect, none of that mattered now. he was home.

"yeah he's fine" he shrugs, "sukuna ripped his heart out and he died, but he revived him eventually"

"your definition of fine is questionable satoru" you snicker, and he feels his heart melting at the sound of your laughter. "why'd they send them on that mission anyways?"

"they just want yuuji dead, he was supposed to be executed remember? and they're really scared of sukuna which is crazy 'cause he's kinda weak"

"someone needs to humble you" you say, amusement dripping from your words like honey, "pride comes before fall 'toru"

"you humble me all the time sweets" he grins, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead.

"i'm just doing the universe a favour" you tease, "what do you want for dinner? rice? noodles? or we could order food from that thai joint you like if you want”

"i'll eat anything you cook sweets,” he murmurs, “though i have something else i wouldn’t mind eating”

“satoru” you gasped, “you just got home and you’re already trying to get between my legs” you smack his shoulder playfully

“i’ve missed her too” he shrugs, “i’ve missed all of you”

you shook your head, “can’t believe i married such a feen” a languid smile tugs at the corners of your lips. you could try all you wanted to resist his charms, but he’d always win in the end

"so...about yuuji" satoru starts, testing the waters, "the higher ups really want him gone, i can't keep him at jujutsu tech right now"

"i can see why you wouldn't" you hum, leaning on the tips of your toes to reach for the salt. satoru had a habit of placing the things you needed in places you couldn't reach just so he could have the honour of retrieving them for you

“need help with that sweets?” he asks eagerly, pushing himself off the counter and sifting through the wooden shelves. he easily brings the jar of salt down and hands it to you

"you have to stop doing this, it’s such an inconvenience" you sighed, but you were grateful nonetheless.“you’re insufferable i swear”

“‘m still yours” he says suavely. satoru’s smile is unwavering though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

you can tell the thing with yuuji is weighing heavily on his mind. he’s more restless than usual. his lithe fingers run up and down the counter as he stares into space

“‘toru?” you prompt, nudging him with your elbow, “i can hear you thinking”

“i don’t know where to keep him” he exhales, “i would ask shoko, or kento but then i’d risk getting them in trouble with the higher ups”

“what about the secret room we found in our third year?” you asked, “you could keep him there, unless they found out about it”

“i would keep him there.. but i just...don't want him to feel alone," he says softly. you didn’t think it was possible to fall even deeper in love with satoru, but he never failed to surprise you. “he's just a kid, so i— i want to look out for him.”

he knows it’s a big ask. you can hear the gears turning in his head as he figures out how to possibly convince you to let sukuna’s vessel stay in your home.

"can he stay?" he pleads, "can yuuji stay with us please? it’s only until the kyoto goodwill event" he's clasping his hands together, imploring you with his infinitely blue eyes. you raise an eyebrow. knowing satoru, yuuji was probably waiting around in the foyer

"he's already here isn't he?" you ask, shaking your head fondly as a guilty look flickers across his face. classic satoru. although you would've loved for him to give you a heads up, you didn't mind a bit. it would be nice to have some company when satoru went on his missions

 “i didn’t really have time to plan all the details before bringing him with me” he says, sheepishly rubbing a hand behind his neck, his fingers brushed against the soft strands of his undercut, "are you mad? don't be mad baby"

"no" you laugh, "i'm not mad 'toru, he can stay"

it’s the little things like this that make you realise just how much power you have over him. within seconds your husband is whirling you around, hands gripping your waist tightly and pressing chaste kisses on your face as he sets you down

"yuuji she said you can stay" a wide grin blooms across his face as he bounds into the foyer excitedly. the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, reduced to the faint resemblance of a child getting their first sleepover approved

you set the jar of salt down on the marbled counter. trailing after your husband. true to your suspicions, yuuji itadori had been standing awkwardly, twiddling his thumbs together in his hoodie pockets and silently taking in the intricacies of your home.

he couldn’t help but feel out of place.

there were pairs of everything — shoes neatly arranged on the coat rack. umbrellas tucked in a corner in the foyer. coats hung up next to each other on the wall.

the pale blue wallpaper hung row after row of framed photographs. their wooden mahogany panels reflected the warm lights. yuuji’s light brown eyes flickered on the pictures in all their glory and glossy sheen.

the ones that caught his eye captured a young fushiguro’s trademark scowl, the irritated quirk of his brow and the curled spikes of his hair that defied gravity.

he was standing beside a girl who looked just like him, except she was slightly taller with long bone-straight brown hair. yuuji’s eyes lingered on her smile as your beanstalk of a husband shook him excitedly

he wondered what fushiguro would say if he knew he’d seen pictures of him as a little kid. ( he’d probably summon his shikigami on him )

“really?” he beamed, eyes momentarily drawn away from the plethora of frames. you feel your heart melt into a sickly sweet puddle of happiness and warmth, as you watch satoru drape his arm over yuuji’s shoulder

“yes really” you laugh, “it’s nice to finally meet you yuuji, you’re a friend of megumi’s right?”

yuuji nods frantically, his mop of pink curls bouncing enthusiastically . his mannerisms were nervous and eager. he wanted to fit in. he wanted you to like him. you could tell — he reminded you oddly of your husband ( they were practically the same person in different fonts )

“speaking of megumi, he doesn’t know yuuji’s alive so please don’t let it slip when he calls you” satoru murmurs, taking slow steps towards you.

he knows he’s asking for too much now. you practically raised megumi and it would be nearly impossible for you to keep something like this from him. satoru can see the cogs spinning in your head, the subtle anger in your heart and for the first time in years he’s afraid.

“we’ll talk about this later” you say through gritted teeth. he pleads silently with his eyes and you swallow your protests, you exhale loudly before turning towards yuuji again “c’mon yuuji, i’ve just started on dinner”

yuuji kicks off his shoes and nudges them neatly beneath the shoe rack before padding after you. satoru isn’t far behind

“it smells really good mrs. gojo” yuuji says politely, as he takes a seat by the kitchen island, legs dangling as he drums on the smooth marbled counter.

“thank you yuuji” you beamed, “do you prefer rice or noodles?”

“ahh i’m not really picky” he says, “i like all kinds of food really, but i suppose rice? if it isn’t too much of a hassle, i really don’t want to be a bother-”

“slow down yuuji” you said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder, “i’m really glad to have you here, it gets kinda lonely when ‘toru’s away on business trips so make yourself at home okay?”

no wonder gojo-sensei was always happy, his wife was an angel. yuuji thought as he nodded fervently

“i can make the rice baby” satoru offers, his hands make their way around your waist, he doesn’t miss the way you stiffen under his touch. you’re mad at him, and he knows you have every right to be

“thank you” you said, putting as much feeling into the words as you could muster, “come with me yuuji, i’ll show you around”

yuuji was positive he was intruding now, standing in the middle of megumi’s room while you stripped navy blue pinstripe sheets off his bed and replaced them with canary dressings.

“are you sure i can sleep here?” he asks, “ i don’t mind taking the couch..”

you seemed horrified at the idea of yuuji sleeping alone on the couch. he still hadn’t come to terms with the fact that you actually wanted him here. he was so used to being unwanted

growing up with his grandpa was something he wouldn’t trade for the world, yet he’d always craved the warmth of a mother. a mother’s love was the purest, and there was nothing more blameless than the softness in your (e/c) eyes when you looked at him

“i mind yuuji” you frowned” and i want you to stay in gumi’s room, his clothes should fit you since you’re around the same height”

“thank you again for letting me crash here” yuuji didn’t think he could say it enough. he didn’t deserve such kindness, not when the king of curses lived rent free in his head

“don’t mention it yuuji” you said, “i meant what i said downstairs, i could really use the company”

you ruffled his hair softly before resuming your ministrations of making the bed. you tucked crisp sheets beneath the mattress and fluffed up pillows with ease.

“you’re a really good mom, why don’t you and gojo-sensei have any kids of your own?” yuuji only realises the question is slightly insensitive after the words hang in the air and an unreadable look fleets across your face, “i’m so sorry that was really rude of me-”

“you’re good yuuji” you laugh, you sit down on the freshly laid duvet and pat the space beside you. yuuji hesitates but he sits down eventually

“it just never happened y’know? we adopted tsu and gumi a few years back, plus toru’s always seen his students as his kids, he cares about you guys a lot”

“even me?” it doesn’t seem plausible to him. all he’s seemed to do is cause problems for gojo-sensei ever since he ate that gross finger

“especially you yuuji” you smiled, ruffling his hair, “you remind me of him funny enough, even though i used to hate him back in our school days”

“really?” he gawked, he was practically falling over megumi’s bed with anticipation.

“really” you affirmed , “he was a real piece of work back then, i bet he’s the reason yaga has so many grey hairs”

“how’d you fall in love with him then?” yuuji enquires, brown eyes sparkling with immense curiosity “and how’d you meet?”

“are you guys gossiping about me?” satoru gasps, peeking around the doorway, “how mean of you yuuji, i thought we were friends”

“ahhh we weren’t gossiping per-say, mrs. gojo was about to tell me how you met”

“can i tell him?” satoru’s eyes sparkle, “the way i remember it i walked into the common room and cherry blossoms started falling, classical piano was playing softly in the background and-”

“that didn’t happen” you said, “he’s finally going senile” you tried and failed to push satoru out the doorway but he stood his ground.

he stood almost toe to toe with you, a pleased grin blooming on his face as he towered over you. yuuji’s eye’s flickered between you and your husband, cheeks dusted a rosy pink as he stifled giggles

“it did happen!” satoru insisted, “i’m sure shoko has a recording of it somewhere, now as i was saying.. she took one look at me and fell head over heels in love”

“you’re deluded” you muttered, “i didn’t love you until our second year, get your facts right”

“so you did fall head over heels in love with me” he grinned, “so early too? i knew you couldn’t resist my charms — owww!”

satoru feigns as you finally manage to shove him out the door after hitting his shoulder. by now, yuuji is a spluttering mess on the soft tatami mats lining megumi’s floor

“i’ll tell you what really happened one of these days” you said over your shoulder, “you can shower and settle in, take as long as you need, we’ll wait for you to come downstairs before we start eating”

your smile falls the moment the door clicks shut behind you. satoru feels his heart shattering. he’s so sure he’s going to die because his wife is mad at him. the universe might as well combust into nothing but ashes

“baby-” satoru starts, catching your wrist in his palm. he grips the bone loosely, careful not to hurt you “‘m sorry, you know that, but megumi can’t know”

you trudge down the stairs in silence, opting only to speak when you’re seated beside satoru in the living room. your cat natsu watches you wearily from her cat post, slanted eyes shooting satoru a well meaning glare.

“you can’t ask me to keep this from him” you said, shaking your head, eyes looking everywhere but your husband’s piercing blue gaze. “you’re taking things too far now”

“i know” his voice is a mere whisper, the words barely speak themself into existence, “i’m being selfish again, but you’ve gotta understand (y/n)”

“i can’t” you splutter, you feel tears treading your waterline “put yourself in his shoes, c’mon satoru we’ve seen him at his worst, why would we do something that could hurt him?”

“i’m not doing this to hurt megumi, i’m doing this to protect yuuji”

“just think about it please” you frowned, “if instead of executing suguru they kept him alive and let us think he was dead, you’d never forgive them”

he doesn’t miss the way your voice catches over the three syllables. he doesn’t miss the way your fingers tremble against his forearm. he hates this — arguing with you, he could think of infinite things he’d rather do than this.

“that’s different” his voice is wavering now, “suguru made his choice, yuuji didn’t ask for any of this” he winces as the words fall from his lips. to think he’d stooped to speaking ill of the dead. he doesn’t believe that, not really.

“you still wouldn’t forgive them” you prompted, “and i don’t want ‘gumi to go through any more, tsumiki being in a coma is hard enough as it is”

“i know baby, i know” satoru says softly, he cups your trembling face in his hands and places the sweetest of kisses on the tears that threaten to stream down your cheeks, “trust me on this okay? he’ll be fine i promise”

“okay” you nod, letting your husband, your one and only, wipe away the tears spilling over your lashes.

satoru could really kill the higher ups for putting him in this position. one where he nearly sacrificed his wife’s happiness for something as insignificant as jujutsu sorcery. with his lips still pressed to the corners of yours, he makes a silent vow with himself

it would be you before everything. it was you before everything

“you’re so beautiful” he whispers, his thumb grazing your bottom lip “you. are. everything. to. me” he punctuates each word with a kiss. his lips committing every inch of you to memory

they ghost over your cheek, your quivering lip, your shoulder, your wrist, and finally the silver wedding band encasing your ring finger. and they linger on the cool silver for what seems to be eternity before satoru speaks up again

“dance with me?” he prompts, although he’s not really asking. he’s already whisking you onto your feet and starting up the record player. the vinyl spins on its axis, as constant as his infinite love for you.

“what?” you sniffed slightly, “like we did in our first year?”

“like we did in our first year”

satoru’s hands were on your hip, drawing you closer, he felt your chest brush against his for a second as he leaned into you. you swayed gently side to side, keeping in time with the intricate melodies streaming from the gramophone

his six eyes tell him his student is watching, listening. curious doe eyes peeking from the stairwell. he doesn’t mind. satoru had never been one to hide his affection. you were his. and he was infinitely yours.

“can i tell you a secret?” satoru murmurs, as he twirls you back into his arms. he wishes he could stay like this forever. with you. he’d selfishly sacrifice the universe to keep having moments like this. he would kill for you. he’s positive he would. he’d do it without hesitation.

“i thought we didn’t have any of those” you quipped. satoru feels his heart melting. watching the sadness in your eyes fade into utter bliss was like watching the sun come out after a rainy day. maybe even better.

“it’s a good one i promise” he grins, you raise a brow sceptically but you’re listening “i was the one who fell head over heels in love with you. way back in our first year…and i didn’t even know what love was, i was so confused”

“when did you know?” you asked, “you always say you knew the moment you saw me, but you were an asshole then”

“it was the first time we snuck out together” he admits, “when we went to that night market. you were right, i was jealous of suguru but could you blame me? i wanted you all to myself”

“you’ve always been so greedy” you giggled. satoru doesn’t need the six eyes to see that you love him regardless. it’s evident in the tenderness of your tone and the way your (e/c) sparkle when you look at him

“cut me some slack baby” he groans “i’m trying to be romantic”

“you don’t need to try, i heard through the grapevine i can’t resist your charms” you hummed

satoru cracks a smile at the inside joke, a slow symphony of contentment.he kisses you again and it’s sweet and full of blind adoration. loving you is his religion. the only thing he’s wholly committed to. your hands looped around his neck, carefully avoiding the ever-so-sensitive scar that ran beneath his chin

your hands founds repose in the soft strands of his hair, carefully threading through the ivory curls. satoru could feel himself melting into you, he clung to you as if he was scared to let go and his calloused hands clutched at the warmth that radiated from your skin. he was so impossibly close you could feel his eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks.

yuuji peered at the scene with stars in his eyes. he knew he should look away. that this moment was sacred, strictly for the two of you. but he’d never seen gojo like this before — completely vulnerable, completely himself in the confines of your embrace.

here he wasn’t the strongest, the richest, the one-man clan, the one whose mere existence shifted the balance of the world. here, he wasn't satoru gojo, he wasn't gojo-sensei, he was just 'toru.

© Y2KUROMI 2024. please do not plagiarise, repost, or translate any of my works on here or any other websites.

[ellecdc]

I'm back with another request!!!

This one is remus×femreader bc we love remi in this house

Basically, remi and reader are arguing about something stupid (something to do with books) and there's a lot of flirting going on whilst arguing. Remus starts becoming a little amused while arguing and tries to hide his smile (we all know he has eyes that glitter when he's happy). Reader gets annoyed and starts going off on him and Remus kisses her to shut her up. The thing is, the reader has never been kissed before. And she REALLY likes him. So she's shocked to say the least. She stares at him in disbelieve and Remi's like "what" and she goes "you kissed me" "ik" Remus says plainly. "I've never been kissed before" reader whispers while looking down, ashamed. Remus feels bad so he takes her by her shoulders, tilts her chin up, and kisses her again. Properly.

Thanks, love! Here are some flowers for you 💐

soooo cute - hope I did your idea justice!!

Remus Lupin x fem!reader who has never been kissed

CW: fluff, narrative around consent

“I cannot believe you just said that.” You deadpanned, staring at Remus with a fiery glint in your eye as he watched you very clearly try to fight off a smile. 

“Why would I not say it?” Remus asked incredulously as you repositioned yourself on the sofa to angle your body towards him for better arguing.

“Because it’s so incredibly wrong.”

“Well now that’s ignorant.”

You scoffed disbelievingly at him. “You did not just call me ignorant.”

“Nope, wrong again.” He laughed. “I said your statement was ignorant.”

“In what sodding world did Amy and Laurie make any sense?” You asked then, slapping your hand against your knee to punctuate your question.

“Uhm, this one? Obviously, that’s why it’s canon.”

You pursed your lips as if you were restraining yourself from bodily launching yourself at Remus; he really wished you wouldn’t.

“Author’s don’t get it right all of the time.” You said instead of telling Remus to go fuck himself. 

“I don’t think that’s true; this book has become a classic for a reason. Louisa May Alcott didn’t write these things by accident, there was intention and purpose behind these characters and their choices.”

“Yes, and the purpose was to drive readers mad!” You nearly screeched.

“Or perhaps it was to illustrate to young women that they don’t need to settle for their childhood friend.” He countered. 

“It wasn’t settling! She loved him back!” 

Remus couldn’t help but smile then; between your passion, how cute you looked when you were wound up, and the fact that you were screaming about love made his own heart beat in double time. 

“You’re sodding laughing at me.” You narrated with a disbelieving head shake, clearly misinterpreting Remus’ lovesick expression for humour. “Remus Lupin! Stop laughing at me!” You shouted playfully, landing a few good whacks on his arm with the book as he pretended to shield himself from you. 

“Okay, so not only do you have horrid takes on classic literature, but you also use classic literature to assault people? What has the world come to?” Remus teased as you continued your attack. 

“You. Are. Infuriating!” You spat, punctuating each word with a whack as you moved to stand on your knees for better access to Remus.

Better access indeed he decided as he quickly grabbed your wrists, rendering your weapon utterly useless as it hung limp in your hand.

“I’m infuriating, am I?” He asked you quietly.

“Exhausting.” You agreed, matching his volume.

“Exhausting?”

“Troublesome.”

“Is that so?” 

“And completely unromantic! I mean, how could-”

But he never got to hear what your next argument was about how perfect Laurie and Jo would have been together before he quickly slotted his lips against yours.

For how energetic the conversation had been, the kiss was decidedly not; it was soft, gentle, tentative, and Remus only hoped you couldn’t read him like a book for how utterly in love he was with you. 

And entirely too soon was Remus pulling away from your face, still holding your wrists as he looked between your eyes.

“You…kissed me.” You whispered; the statement sounding nearly like a question as you looked at Remus with a mixture of shock and bemusement. 

Remus felt his stomach drop; was he not supposed to? He should have asked first; fucking arse. Had he read this all wrong; were you not into him like that? Had he been projecting his own feelings onto you, merely expecting you to reciprocate feelings he’d never properly expressed? 

“Yes…I- was that not okay?”

“I…I’ve never been kissed before…” You admitted quietly, arms falling limp in Remus’ hands as he loosened his grip. 

“Oh dove, I’m sorry. I- did…you want to be kissed?” He asked, leaving out the ‘by me?’ 

You looked surprised at his question; the corner of your mouth turning upwards as you examined Remus' face. He hoped to Godric his cheeks weren’t as red as they felt. 

“Very much so.” You whispered.

Feeling hopefully brave by the way your fingers were fiddling with the cuff of his sleeve and the way your eyes were fixed on his lips, he moved his hands to your waist and encouraged you to straddle his lap. You positioned yourself immediately, as if being in his lap was the most natural thing in the world, watching as his hands trailed up to your shoulders and down your arms, guiding your hands to rest on his shoulders. 

“Yeah?” He asked under his breath. 

“Please.” You whispered back.

“Oh pretty girl,” he cooed; pushing a lock of hair behind your ear before hooking a finger under your chin to pull your lips towards his. “It’d be my absolute pleasure.”

[backwzzds]

ೃ⁀➷ first time, roronoa zoro

zoro being a sexy loser virgin that has no idea just how big he is.

this is unfinished & honestly y’all gone have to deal with it 😩

this was so embarrassing. he hated how he didn’t know what to do. you didn’t mean to make him feel this way; but you just couldn’t take it anymore. you wanted him so bad, it was almost hard to keep your composure in front your friends.

he wanted you twice as badly, and that was evident in the way he could barely present his front side to you any time you gazed at him. it was hard to hide the growing tent in his trousers every time he was with you. whether it was to drop you off to work in his truck or simply fix something for you because you kindly asked.

“s-shit,” he’d pant so large and heavy. his own heartbeat couldn’t keep up with his strokes. “like this? this feel good?”

he doesn’t even know how much he’s hitting into you. there’s only a limit to what you feel, but you feel everything. the way his tip kisses the spongy spot of your cervix, the way his fat dick causes such a small bulge in the fatty chub of your tummy—zoro doesn’t know what he’s doing, but you swear he’s been doing this shit for years.

“just like that,” you’d instruct, feeling yourself about to cum soon. “ngh, y’fucking me so good, papa,” the whine in your voice was strained as you felt a knot already tie in your stomach.

zoro doesn’t lie when he says that your words got to his head. it was like the sudden ego flow in his brain suddenly rushed to the blood of his dick inside you as he worked against you harder. he never thought being called something so…juvenile as daddy would send his hormones through the roof. he had to destroy you now, it was no way the testosterone flowing through his veins were gonna let you leave his grip unscathed.

“just like that, huh,” he hummed to himself. “you like when i touch you like this?” zoro swore he didn’t know what he was doing. but for some reason, his hands explored between your legs as if it had been its home for years each time he touched you.

“oh yes,” you dragged out, feeling a small tingle deep below. “more more, please!” the point of your acrylic nails do its job to scratch white streaks against your man’s breast muscle. now you’re trying your hardest to breathe deeply. “i’m gonna—“

zoro grunts out, feeling the hot beads of sweat trickle down the tan of his ethnic skin. “faster or harder, mama? tell me what you want ‘n i’ll do it for you.”

“harder, please!” you cried, feeling yourself almost get to your peak. “oh fuck, please, zoro.”

zoro can’t help but chuckle at your begging. “you always ask for more when you have tears soaking up your pretty face. not pretty degrading?”

you huff out, feeling your orgasism approach faster at his banter. you try your hardest to focus on the knot forming in your belly. “well you obviously make me like this.”

“tch. ‘m not even fucking you that hard, mama. think you’re jus’ sensitive ‘s all.” zoro kisses his teeth with an unbelievable roll of his eyes.

you have another comeback lined up in your mouth, but your mouth falls agape as your eyes roll to the back of your head in pleasure, finally forming a ring of cream all around his brown shaft. “not when you’re fucking me this good.”

[deadtired-highkeyenergetic]

Heya! I love your "half a bed" fic!!

You said to drop any "only one bed"-trope ideas in your inbox so I'm hoping I did this correctly? But I'm thinking for Asterion x Tav that since Cazador controlled Star so much, he doesn't really own anything for himself? And maybe Tav notices and because the others are already asleep, she offers for him to share her bedroll? He's snarky and rude and she's unimpressed but it's the start of a mutual very strong infatuation and eventually relationship?

Heyo sorry it took so long!! Had some trouble overcoming the writer's block for this but hey I did it in the end! Hope you like it!

"I don't recall giving you my bedroll." You raise an eyebrow at the pale elf who has taken to using your bedroll every night ever since you first offered to share it with him.

He yawns, flashing his fangs at you before grinning, "we're sharing it, are we not? That means I have every right to lie on it."

"It doesn't mean you can take up the whole thing! Where am I going to sleep?" You attempt to shove him to one side but he refuses to budge an inch. "Move!"

"Nope." He pops the 'p' on purpose, knowing it will irritate you. You scowl and shove harder, half ruing the night you offered to share your bedroll. He laughs at your futile attempts, a genuine smile playing on his lips until you give up and flop onto him, causing him to yelp in surprise. You glower when he complains about you being too heavy, giving his side an annoyed poke but you can't really bring yourself to be mad at him even if he just stole your sleeping spot.

Then again, you always had a soft spot for the vampire spawn.

The first time he shared your bedroll was early on in your adventures. Everyone else had gone to sleep but he had remained outside, seated by the dwindling fire with the excuse that he wasn't tired yet. You'd woken up in the middle of the night to relieve yourself, noticing that even though the fire was long gone, he remained outside his tent.

"Still not tired?" You ask, slightly concerned.

"No." He answers curtly, leaving no room for further questions. You sit next to him, much to his chagrin and he shifts away ever so slightly. You notice it, of course, but choose not to comment on it.

"You should still try and trance, you'll need your strength for tomorrow," you hum, looking up at the night sky. The stars are bright tonight, shining in stark contrast to the dark sky.

"Shouldn't you take your own advice?" He snorts.

"Well, I'm not the one who has been out here the whole time," you retort, suppressing a yawn. He notices, however, the twitch of the corners of your lips and rolls his eyes.

"Go and sleep, idiot. Can't have our dear leader collapsing midway because they didn't get enough rest can we now?"

"Is that concern I hear?" You smirk.

"No." He scowls, sending a glare your way. You give him a look of disbelief, which then morphs into amusement and you grin.

"You're terrible at hiding it you know?" You huff, giving an amused shake of your head.

"Hiding what?"

"Your concern for my well-being."

"What concern?"

"That concern." You fold your arms across your chest, undeterred.

"Tch, stop bothering me and go back to sleep." He snaps, looking away. You, however, remain undaunted by his attitude.

"Is there a reason you can't trance?"

"Stop it and go back to sleep."

"There has to be a reason. Nightmares perhaps?"

"Shut up and stop asking so many questions."

"I'm trying to help you here."

"Then stop trying to help me. I don't need it."

"You don't want it, you mean."

"Yes, finally, you get it. Now leave."

"No." Your response surprises him.

"No?" He asks incredulously. "What do you mean no?"

"I'm not going to leave you to deal with your problems alone. We may not be friends yet, but we are companions. If you're stuck dealing with your own problems, you're not going to be able to fully contribute to the party and that's an issue. So we're going to solve it together, with me helping in whatever way I can and you doing the rest." You put your hands on your hips, daring him to talk back.

"And what if you can't do anything to help solve 'my problems'?" He sneers.

"Then I'll accept it and rely on you less so you can sort your own issues out first." His eyes widen slightly and you can see the panic that flashes across his face. Your heart aches upon seeing his reaction but you steel yourself, reminding yourself that it is for the greater good of the party.

"I —" He pauses, looking down. He sighs, looking back up at you reluctantly, all the fight having left his body. "I don't exactly have a bed roll to sleep in, you see. Cazador never allowed any of his spawn to have any personal belongings, everything belonged to him and he 'loaned it to us out of the kindness of his heart'. Trancing on hard ground is…difficult."

"We can share my bed roll if you're comfortable. Each of us can take a half, it should be big enough for us both."

He blinks, surprised. "Are you…sure? We…" He swallows hard.

"We've slept together before, don't tell me you're squeamish about sharing a bed roll." You raise an eyebrow.

"I'm not. It's just that…"

"Don't worry. I'm not some horny bastard who can't go a night without lying with someone. We can have our own side of the bed roll, no physical contact required." He still looks uncertain, and you sigh. You can't exactly fault him, he's dropped enough hints about certain aspects of his past and you're not going to tear open any of those wounds.

He laughs, the sound ringing hollow. "Are you sure about that, darling? It would suit my taste better if you were~"

It's your turn to roll your eyes. "Yeah, right. Anyways, are you going to take me up on my offer or not?"

"I'll take you up on it if you don't mind, darling." His usual smirk replaces the quiet sad look on his face.

"Well, come on then. We don't have much time left."

You can't help but smile upon remembering that night. He'd come so far since that night, the two of you had grown more comfortable with each other, and even after you had bought a bed roll for him, he still preferred sneaking into your tent to steal half your bed roll.

"What are you smiling about?" He pokes your cheek with a huff.

"Nothing." You grin. He rolls his eyes in response, running a hand through your hair. You bury your face in his chest, letting the gentle feeling wash over you. He presses a kiss to the top of your head, loving the way you sprawl on top of him without a care in the world. He's a vampire, for goodness sake, and yet you bare your neck to his fangs like that, not the least bit worried he take advantage of the situation and drain you.

"Hmph." He wraps his arms around you, nuzzling into your hair. As much as he complains about it, your weight is comforting. It reminds him that he isn't alone anymore, that he has you to turn to when he needs someone to lean on, and that you have him to lean on in return.

"Good night, Star." You yawn cutely, stretching your limbs.

"Good night, love." He murmurs back, pressing one last kiss to your head before he drifts off into a trance. You watch him for a while, smiling softly at the way he slowly relaxes as the trance takes hold, worries forgotten for the night.

Wrapped in the cocoon of your vampire lover, you too drift off and let sleep claim you, knowing that when you wake, he will be the first thing you see just as he's always the last thing you see before you sleep.

[iovetecchou]

unintentionally turning them on / part 1

Pairings... Jouno Saigiku x Reader and Tecchou Suehiro x Reader

Contains..! oral m!receiving, kissing, marking, handjob, slight!manhandling

GN Reader.

1,698 words.

Tecchou couldn’t help himself. Everything you did turned him on, and tonight was no exception. One minute, he was mindlessly enjoying his drink as you two sat on the couch. Side by side, watching a movie you both had seen countless times by now. When suddenly, you asked him for a ‘sip’. Leaning in closer, your hand wrapped around his own that still grasped the cool beverage.

You guided the drink to your lips, tipping it forward to get a taste. As you did so, some of it slipped past your lips. Rolling down your chin and further down your neck. Tecchou just watched in awe, feeling his cock twitch to life from within his slacks. With his free hand, he swiftly grabbed a throw pillow that rested on the other side of him. Placing it over his crotch to hide his half-hard cock. “Ah sorry, Hiro! I accidentally made a mess.”

Your eyes darted down. To where the pillow now rested atop Tecchou’s lap. Seemingly puzzled by it. “What’s the matter? Are you cold, Hiro? Here, I’ll go grab you a blanket!” You exclaimed. Placing your hand atop the pillow for leverage as you stood up. Completely unaware that your hand was pressing down against his erection. Offering him some well-needed friction, but it still wasn’t enough.

You froze in your tracks the second you heard him let out a desperate whine. Tecchou’s cheeks flushed wildly as he gaped up at you. “Y/n I-I…” Before he could finish his sentence, you were already reaching for the pillow. You tugged it away swiftly. Eyes immediately honing in on his lap from where you stood in front of him.

A tent formed in his grey sweats and you didn’t fail to notice the prominent wet spot left behind from his precum either. “Tecchou… what’s all this about, hm?” Your eyes never once left his lap, which just caused the poor dark-haired man to flush even deeper. “Y/n I’m truly sorry… I can’t seem to control myself around you. Please, excuse me-.” He made an attempt to get up from the couch. Which you didn’t allow.

Your hands came up to push on his shoulders, allowing him to sink back into the sofa. He stared up at you quizzically, tilting his head slightly in confusion. When suddenly, you sunk down to your knees before him. Your hands found purchase on the tops of his thick thighs. You trailed them higher up the expanse of his legs before your fingertips met his waistband.

You wasted no time tugging on them, wordlessly asking him for permission to continue. Tecchou stared down at you with half-lidded eyes. He was compelled by you. He didn’t even process that his hips were lifting on their own. Allowing you to slip his sweats and boxers off his legs with one swift tug. “If I was the one who caused this… problem, then I might as well help you out. Would you like that, Hiro?”

His breath hitched, cock twitching wildly against his lower tummy from your words. “Yes, p-please!” He whined out. His teeth scored his trembling bottom lip in an attempt to stay composed. But his efforts went right out the window the second your lips wrapped around the tip of his cock. Tecchou let out a sharp hiss as you began bobbing up and down his length. One of your hands came down to wrap around the base of his dick. Jerking off what couldn’t fit in your mouth.

“Hah… oh s-shit, angel… feels so hot and w-wet, ah!” His hands clutched the couch cushions on either side of himself severely. It took everything in him not to fuck up into your pretty little mouth right now. His eyes were glued to your face. The sight of you taking his cock like this was driving him wild. Needy whines and whimpers escaped past his parted lips as he watched the drool roll down your chin and neck.

The same way his drink did earlier; the whole reason you’re in this position, to begin with. You could feel Tecchou throbbing in your mouth. You knew he wouldn’t last long with the way your movements began to pick up in pace. You pulled back to suckle his tip, eyes locking onto his chestnut ones. That was the last straw for Tecchou. Seeing your teary eyes peeking up at him, with your mouth stuffed full of his cock and drool smeared all over your chin, was too much to endure.

“Fuck, y/n… cumming- I’m cumming-!” One of his hands tangled in your hair in an instant. Forcing you all the way down his length. Tears spilled past your lashline as you struggled to take him entirely. Your glassy eyes widened in shock as the first ropes of his cum shot down your throat. Causing you to gag around his twitching cock. Tecchou couldn’t help but groan at the feeling of your throat convulsing around his cock as the last of his load spilled down your throat.

A moment later, his hand untangled from your hair. Allowing you to pull off of his spent cock. You coughed slightly as you tried to regain your breath. Some of his cum seeped out past your lips. You took your thumb to swipe it off the corner of your mouth, pushing it past your lips. You suckled on the digit, savoring his taste with a small hum of approval.

Tecchou never once took his eyes off of you. Your actions caused his dick to twitch back to life. Which… didn’t go unnoticed by you. “Hiro… you’re still…?” He leaned forward, capturing your lips. Getting a taste of his own release the moment his tongue swiped along your bottom lip. “I… want to try something else this time. Why don’t we switch places?”

Jouno could hardly focus on his work. You were in the living room, making the most obscene noises. And it was becoming increasingly distracting. The second he would pick up where he left off on his audio report from today's mission, he would be rudely interrupted by your sultry sounds. He wasn’t ticked off because he despised your noises.

No… it was quite the opposite. Jouno has been sitting at his desk with a raging hard-on for the past fifteen minutes. That’s what pissed him off. “Y/n! Cut it out, this instant!” You jolted upward at Jouno barging through your shared space. Stopping in your tracks. “What? What’s the matter?” You huffed out, getting up from your spot on the floor to meet him halfway.

“You’re distracting. I’m trying to get my work done. Can’t you go to a gym like a normal person?” You gave him a pointed look, not that he could see it anyway. But he could sense your confusion. However, that didn’t last long. The second your eyes traveled lower… Jouno heard your heart rate pick up. Heat rushed to your cheeks at the sight of his erection straining against his slacks. Jouno couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at your physical reaction.

“I need you to make this quick, princess. Some of us are still working, you know.” He quipped out. Walking over to the couch, making himself comfortable before he began unzipping his pants. Jouno lazily pushed his slacks and boxers down his thighs just enough to let his cock spring free. You watched this unfold right in front of you. Taking slow steps in his direction before making yourself comfortable beside him on the couch.

You instinctively wrapped your hand around the base of his leaky cock. Pulling a low grunt from the blind king himself. “Tick-tock, princess. I must submit my report by five o’clock.” He huffed out, offering you a sly smirk in the process. You clicked your tongue, too unbothered to banter back and forth with him… right now. Instead, you settled for pumping his needy cock at a vigorous pace.

Jouno threw his head back from the mind-numbing pleasure you were granting him. “Fuck… just like that, princess.” He grunted out. Lifting his hips lazily to fuck up into your hand. Your lips found their way to his exposed neck, kissing and nipping up the expanse of his throat as you pleased. Pulling a needy moan from his lips. Your free hand traveled up under his shirt, cold digits exploring his lean tummy.

The second your fingers grazed over his sensitive nipple, he gasped. Jouno’s cock throbbed within your hand at the sudden stimulation. “Keep going… don’t fucking stop.” He whined out, head still tipped back; reeling from the way you worked his cock. You twisted his nipple with ease, flicking over it as you so pleased. Your movements against his dick became rougher. At each upward stroke, you would swirl your palm along the tip of his sensitive cock.

Jouno couldn’t take this for much longer. He was mere moments from letting go. You could sense this, pulling away from his neck; admiring the little love bites you left behind. “Jouno…” You panted out, snapping him out of his daze. His head whipped forward and just as he was about to respond, your lips were on his. You kissed him passionately, hand never once faltering in their movements.

Before you knew it, Jouno was moaning against your lips desperately. The coil within him snapped, and his thighs trembled as he came all over himself and your hand. Moments later his hips rested back down atop the couch and your hand came to a slow stop. A string of saliva connected your lips as you pulled away from the heated kiss. “And you still have five minutes to spare. Go clean yourself up, and let me finish my workout in peace!”

Jouno let out a low chuckle as he tried to regain his composure. He swatted your hand away, suddenly feeling extremely hyper-sensitive. After he tucked himself back in his slacks, one of his hands came up to grip your chin. He pulled you in close, breath fanning over your lips as he whispered out, “Don’t get smart with me now, y/n. You won’t be feeling so mouthy when I’m finished with you later.”

; special tag @win-writes <3

[milf-murdock]

Unsteady (Simon x Johnny x Reader)

Request: Simon and Johnny taking care of F!Reader

Summary: Simon and Johnny take care of you after you almost pass out at the pub.

TW: heavily implied disordered eating, almost passing out, mental health concerns, medication mentions (nothing specific but could be read as ADHD medication side effects).

A/N: Hi anon! Thank you so much for your request and your kind words! I'm choosing not to publish the ask because I think there are some triggering words that I won't be able to hide under a "read more" line, but I hope that you enjoy this and find some comfort in it.

As someone who has also struggled with EDs in the past, please, please, please do not be afraid to ask for help. There is nothing glamorous about eating disorders. They absolutely need to be taken seriously.

Instead of going the full ED route with this one shot, I took it down a slightly softer path and based it off of my experience with ADHD and how it has led to me accidentally missing meals.

The din of the pub faded into the background as you sat in the corner booth of your favorite pub. You were pressed up against Simon’s bulky frame, one of his strong arms wrapped around your body, keeping you tucked in close. Johnny sat across the booth, taking in his favorite view: you wrapped up in Simon—his two loves, his whole world sat right across the table from him. 

Your empty glass clinked against the others as your set it on the table. “Looks like we’re ready for another round,” you said, smiling up at Johnny. 

“Mm, that it does,” Johnny smiled back at you, and you felt like you could absolutely drown in those ocean eyes. 

“You tryna get us drunk or something, love?” Simon teased, lips pressing against your collarbone. 

“Something like that,” you laughed, turning your head meet his lips for a quick kiss. “Here, I’ll go, order them” you reasoned, being on the outside of the seat and closest to the bar. “Be right back.” You pushed yourself from the booth to your feet, and instantly the entire room started spinning.  Damn, you thought to yourself. That beer is hitting fast. You went to take one tentative step, and then the room started to tilt, the floor coming up at you fast. 

Johnny was out of his seat in an instant, having picked up immediately something was wrong from the moment you stood up. His two large hands reached out to steady you, catching you in his arms. “Easy now,” he grunted,  bracing you both. “I’ve got ye.” He gently lowered you back into the booth, letting your weak form lean up against Simon. Simon’s hands instantly held you against him, supporting you. At the edge of the booth, Johnny got down on one knee so he could be eye level with you. 

“Look at me, hen,” he coaxed. “What’re you feeling?” Johnny grabbed one of the ice waters from the table and gingerly helped bring it to your lips. 

You blinked, trying to get your bearings. The room finally stopped spinning. “M’fine,” you mumble before taking a sip of the water Johnny offered you. The icy cold liquid helped clear your mind. “Just got a bit dizzy.”

Johnny and Simon exchanged knowing glances. 

“What’ve ye had to eat today, lass?” Johnny’s voice was gentle, prodding, but his eyes were a dead giveaway to the concern and hurt he was feeling, already knowing the answer. 

“Umm, I’m not really sure,” you stepped around the question, your voice hesitant. “I think I had a banana this morning?” 

Simon let out a resigned sigh. “I’m assuming that would be half of a banana,” he corrected. “Considering I found the remaining half still in the peel on top of the dresser.”   

You eyelids fluttered shut, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “Oh.” You let out. “Yeah, I went in there to grab one of your jumpers and I must have forgotten it.” 

It happened all the time, you getting distracted mid task. It had gotten even worse since one of the side effects of your medication was a suppressed appetite. You never did have quite a good relationship with food to begin with though. 

“And what about lunch?” Johnny continued his prodding. 

You bit your bottom lip, a nervous habit of yours. Wincing, you reply with a mumbled “forgot.” Your voice was barely above a whisper as shame flooded through you. 

At this, both men let out a sigh, completely in synch when it comes to their concern for you. 

“Love, we’ve been over this,” Simon started before being cut off. 

“M’sorry.” Despite your best efforts, a couple tears started to slide down your face. 

Johnny pulls you into his arms. “S’okay, Bonnie,” he soothed, running a hand up and down your back. 

“S’not okay, Johnny,” Simon snapped from the other side of you. “She needs to be eating.” 

Johnny shot Simon a glare. “I know that, Si.” He took a deep breath before pressing a kiss to your temple, your head buried against his chest. “He’s right though, bonnie. Ye need to be eating.” 

His hand slid up to grip your chin, forcing you to look up at him. 

“I know,” you whined, fidgeting under his piercing gaze. 

Simon scooted closer across the booth, a strong hand coming to rest against your back. 

“We just need to know you’re taken care of, love,” Simon began to rub his hand in a soothing circle. “Specially knowing we can’t always be here to take care of you ourselves.” 

“I know,” you sighed, feeling yourself shutting down. 

Simon and Johnny exchange another glance, Simon giving a short nod of approval signaling to back off for now. 

“Just promise us you’ll try,” Johnny pleaded. “For us. Please?”

You nod, sniffling. 

“I promise,” you sighed softly. “I’ll try harder.”

Johnny gave you a crooked smile, a favorite of yours. “Atta girl.” 

Simon pressed a kiss to the back of your head. “Now let’s go get some dinner, love. How’s that sound?” 

“It sounds…” you trailed off.  “Well, I don’t really feel that well.” 

Simon nodded his head knowingly. “Well that’s cause you’ve hardly eaten today.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Probably.” 

“Something easy then,” Johnny stated matter of factly. “Perfect weather for soup. Think you can manage that, dove?” 

You gave a small nod and let Johnny transfer you over to Simon’s strong arms. 

“Aye, good lass,” he gave you a quick peck. “Si, get our girl home and I’l go pick it up.” 

“Affirmative,” Simon agreed, giving your hip a quick tap to encourage you to try to get on your feet again. 

Johnny stood up and offered you a hand to help you up, Simon’s hands never leaving your hips until they were both certain you weren’t in danger of passing out on them.  

“I’ll see you both at home,” Johnny quipped, giving both you and Simon a quick kiss on the cheek before going to pay the tab. 

Simon helped you shrug into your coat and the two of you made your way out to the brisk Manchester air. 

An hour later, empty takeaway containers littered the coffee table in the living room as you laid on the couch with your loves. You were pressed up against Simon, leaning up against him, tucked under his arm. Your legs were sprawled out across Johnny’s lap, his calloused hands giving you the most delightful foot massage. 

“Y’know we love you, right?” Johnny’s voice broke the silence that had settled over the three of you. 

“I know,” your voice was low. 

“We just worry about you, love,” Simon urged, pressing a kiss to the back of your head. 

“I promise I’ll try to be better.” You sighed softly. “I love you both so much.” 

“We love you too, lass.” Johnny leaned forward to give you a kiss. 

“So much,” Simon finished, pressing another kiss to your exposed neck. 

[cryingisnecessaryfanfics]

PART TWO

Its 2am have more scar headcannons/imagines

Characters: Razor(platonic), Kaeya, Xiao, Tighnari

Sorry these are probs subpar cuz my writing style varies depending on the bpd mood lmao. Bear with the redundancy of these, there are only so many ways to write the same action.

If youre the anon who sent me an ask im replying to your ask with the inverse you talked about. Stay tuned <3 (its probably gonna take another 6 months but welp)

Not spell checked or proof read sorry lol

Razor (platonic)

Wolf boy has a lot of scars as we can all tell. I feel like he probably doesnt get the point of lotion. Probably says it smells bad, like chemicals. His scars are all really improperly healed. Probably has keloid scars (overproduction of scar tissue). The sheer size of the ones on his arms lead me to believe he never got stitches or bandages of any sort, which makes sense considering his story. Regardless, that shit looks painful lmao. (Lighthearted imagine to start us off)

“Razor!” You yell, damn that kid was way faster than you. You nearly trip over a log as you run after him.

“Razor, stop running dammit.” You continue to shout after him, hoping anything you say might just make him slow down. Lord knows you could never catch up to him.

“It's just lotion. It'll make you feel better!” Your lungs start to sting from the chase and your legs drag behind you. You stop to catch your breath and Razor slows down in front of you.

He approaches you slowly like he's afraid you’ll catch him if he gets too close. “Smells bad,” he says and you all but roll your eyes.

“Sometimes things that are good for us smell bad.” You explain. Razor waits for your breathing to even out before he gets within arms reach of you.

“Like soap?” He says and you laugh at the memory of trying to get him to wash himself with soap instead of the occasional dip in the river.

“Yes, like soap.” You sigh and he frowns. Tentatively he holds out his arm, he looks at you expectantly.

“Finally.” You say under your breath and open the bottle of lotion. You can practically feel Razor's eyes watch your hands cautiously. He doesn't move as you spread some against the skin of his arm.

“Cold.” He comments and you huff a little laugh.

“See.” You say when you finish. “Feels better right?”

Razor finally relaxes and smiles at you. “Yes.”

You're just glad he stopped running.

Kaeya

Not gonna go the obvious way and say his eyepatch because I'm different lmao. I think his knuckles are scarred. I think kaeya seems like the type to cope with his feelings through violence. I think kaeya probably hates himself. When everything gets to be too much he just starts coming out swinging. The kind of person who punches a wall without really thinking about it. But yeah I think he used his fists too much when he was younger and now he wears the fingerless gloves to protect/cover the scars. (Sorry if this is weird or seems ooc, it just makes sense to me idk why)

You first see them when he gets the new outfit in sumeru. Everyone around you seems to disregard them, or maybe just not notice. But you can sense the way he subtly hides the scars, the way he walks with a hand behind his back, one covering the other. Its easy to not notice if you arent always watching closely. Maybe the only reason you noticed was because you seemed to always be staring at him. Kaeya catches you looking more than once and in typical kaeya fashion he deflects with flirting or jokes.

Later, when youve returned home to mondstat you ask him about it and he explains after some persistence.

“Its nothing to be shameful of.” You murmur, a hand holding his, looking at the dry scar tissue.

“Its one thing to have scars from braving a battle, a complete other thing to have them from your own stupidity.” He looks away from you and the eye you can see seems far away. Like he’s recalling something from his past.

“But it wasnt stupid, it was a way to cope. How can anyone think of something like that as not brave?” He doesnt answer you, only frowns slightly, a face youve never seen him make. “Do you atleast take care of them?”

He still doesnt respond. You sigh, exasperated, and pull out your endless bag of goods to find a lotion to help with the dryness.

“What are you doing?” He asks, and you all but cringe at the thought of him not knowing you have to moisturize scars.

“I’m helping you.” You half expect him to make a witty comment but the situation proves to be too heavy and he goes back to staying silent. The whole act goes without words, you spread the lotion over his knuckles, rub it in gently. He doesnt say anything until you slide his gloves back on.

“Thank you.” He says and before you can say anything back he adds, “For your actions and your words.”

You press a kiss to one of his gloved hands. “Your welcome.” You thnk you see his cheeks tint the slightest shade of red before hes back to normal again.

“And here I thought I was the romantic.”

Xiao

I always liked the images of the karmic binds/shackles so I like to imagine his wrists are scarred from straining(?) those too much. I mean considering Xiao is an Adeptus physical wounds wouldn't leave a scar so maybe these more mental-type wounds would. Like the more karmic debt he has the worse the scars get in condition, the less debt the more they fade. Maybe the lotion helps soothe the debt more than anything. Maybe the act of something so comforting and intimate with you lessens the pain. Food for thought I guess.

Every morning, at dawn, Xiao enters a room in Wangshu Inn so his lover can put lotion on his scars. This morning is no different.

“Good morning, Xiao.” You say like always, same pretty smile on your face every day.

“Morning,” Xiao mumbles and frowns as if this isn't his favorite part of the day. He avoids your eyes as he takes off his gloves. As many times as youve seen his wrists, he still gets insecure about them. It's no secret Xiao hates being vulnerable, even around his most trusted companion.

“I saw zhongli yesterday.” You say quietly as he sits down on the bed next to you, lotion in hand. “He was with that harbinger.”

“Tch. Useless scum.” Xiao comments and you laugh.

“He seemed happy, Xiao. Try to be tolerant of his friend.” Xiao just rolls his eyes and rests his arm in your hand. You continue to talk about your day as you open the bottle of lotion and start to spread it out against his wrist.

Xiao stays quiet during this, as he always does. You think he must enjoy your voice because he's always been intent on listening to you speak even if he usually prefers silence. He absorbs your words so soaked in affection and the ache in his body seems to lessen. Pain becomes distant, horrible and intense feelings become easier to push away.

It's over before he realizes it, you've put the lotion away simply holding his hand now, savoring the feeling of his skin against yours. He leans against you and you hum in content.

Maybe this is healing for the both of you. Mutual comfort.

Tighnari

I know a lot of people like the idea of him having scars from getting struck by lightning so i'm just gonna play off of that. Lighting very rarely leaves scars but the scars it does leave are burns. The electricity also causes nerve damage so you'd have to be very gentle and careful when handling tighnari’s scars. They're probably on his neck/back so itd take a lot of trust for him to let you see him so vulnerable. He probably already has lotion he puts on himself but its very hard to reach your own back so eventually he asks you for help.

You've seen him put lotion on his scars many times, watched him wince at the pain of it. You refrain from asking him if he wants your help. Tighnari is independent, he doesn't need anyone's help. But maybe itd be less painful if he didn't have to strain his muscles to reach the scars.

He doesn't say much when he asks the first time. Just tells you to be careful. He starts to list the ingredients of the lotion he's made. How he found it, what the weather was like that day.

No matter how gentle you were he’d still pause in the middle of sentences, and with his back to you, you never saw his winces but you knew they were there.

“Okay,” you say when you've finished and you know he's relieved it's over even if it was a more pleasant experience than him doing it himself.

But he thanks you anyway, and he’ll ask you to do it again the next day.

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𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐲𝐦 ‧₊˚⋆

꒦꒷‧₊ Content MDNI 18+, Some fluff but Gyutaro is a pervert ꒦꒷‧₊ Note 1k words. I wrote this over a year ago and completely forgot about it. I thought it'd be fitting for the new year so I decided today would be a good day to post it. Hope you all enjoy it!

Gyutaro hates working out and he hates going to the gym. But his sister bought him a subscription and some sessions with a personal trainer for Christmas. Since he's always complaining about how skinny he is and how much he hates his body, she thought this would be a good gift. It was a sweet gesture, but he would prefer to just work out from home.

Even though he despises working out, he has been making noticeable progress. Especially with his arms and chest. His personal trainer, Kyojuro, is very good at his job, albeit a little annoying. He's far too positive and his bright yellow hair gives Gyutaro a headache. Kyojuro helped Gyutaro figure out how he can gain some weight in his problem area, being his waist. So even after Gyutaro's sessions with Kyojuro ended, he still continues to come to the gym to work on his core.

He's made little improvement with his waist though. It seems like every time he does a workout, all of the gains go straight to his upper body. But as his new year's resolution, he vowed to keep coming to the gym and try his best to make some progress.

And that's why Gyutaro is here right now. Working on his core in an almost empty gym at 11:24 pm.

Gyutaro prefers to come late at night since there aren't very many people here. But that isn't the only reason he likes coming about this time. The cute girl with the nice ass always comes at this time too.

God, does Gyutaro love watching you do squats in your leggings. It's become the highlight of his day. Fantasizing about ripping apart your leggings, bending you over the counter in the locker room and holding onto your ponytail as he fucks you from behind.

He has to pull his hoodie down to hide the tent forming in the front of his pants.

On days where Gyutaro is especially horny and can't wait till he gets home, he'll go in the locker room and fuck his fist until he's spraying cum all over the shower wall.

He just can't help it. You're the cutest girl he's seen since he started coming here. He wishes he had the courage to ask you for your number, but he's far too shy for that. You're probably used to meeting guys with perfectly sculpted bodies here. There's no way he could compete with them with his emaciated frame...

So he'll just have to settle with watching you from afar. When you start your stretches, he can't help but stare. Your back is facing him so he has the perfect view to observe without you noticing.

But you do notice. You noticed him a long time ago.

You aren't stupid. You've been in plenty situations where guys have stared at you during your workouts. You can just feel their gaze. Which is part of the reason why you decided to start coming at night. Having all of those eyes on you makes you feel uncomfortable.

So yes, you have noticed the guy who seems to exclusively use the ab workout machines. Every time you start your workout you can feel his gaze. But you don't mind. Because not only does he mind his own business, watching silently, but you also think he's cute.

The birthmarks on his face are beautiful, along with those cold blue eyes. Not only does he have a handsome face, but his upper body looks pretty shredded.

Once done with your stretches, you turn around for a split second. Making eye contact with your silent admirer.

His eyes widen and he quickly turns away. Blushing profusely, he tries to continue his workout as if nothing happened.

Shit, she saw me staring... he thinks to himself. He feels like he's going to pass out when he sees you approaching him from the corner of his eye. Fuck, fuck, fuck! She's coming over here to cuss me out for being a pervert. Goddammit that's what I get...

"Excuse me?" you politely tap his shoulder.

Gyutaro hesitantly stops his workout, "Huh?"

"I see you around here often. We always come at the same time so, I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to be gym buddies?" you say with a sweet smile.

"Wh-what?" Gyutaro looks you up and down, unable to believe that you are actually speaking to him, "You want to be gym buddies? With me?"

You nod, "I'm just more motivated to come if I have someone to hold me accountable, you know? It's not easy finding someone who wants to go to the gym at such a late time." You laugh nervously, trying not to make this so awkward.

Gyutaro can't believe that you're actually being serious right now. A part of him wants to believe that you are playing a cruel joke on him. But even if you are, he's willing to take that risk. He's never been so lucky to have a girl approach him so he's going to take this opportunity.

"S-sure," he shrugs, "I'm Gyutaro by the way."

"Nice to meet you Gyutaro, I'm Y/N," you pull out your phone and hand it to him, "Can I get your number?"

He nods, and types his number into your phone. Too shocked to say anything.

"Thanks," you say as he hands your phone back, "I'll text you and maybe we can come again later this week."

"Yeah, I'd like that..." he says shyly.

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A Song of Ice & Shadow

Part 8

You can read previous chapters here.

Summary: The Inner Circle prepares for war. Y/n and Azriel grow closer, and a shocking revelation unfolds on the battlefield.

Word Count: 3K.

“I was wondering when you’d finally arrive” Rhys’s first words greeted Azriel and Y/n as they returned.

“What did we miss?” Y/n asked, half-jokingly.

“Azriel missed nothing. I kept him updated. You, on the other hand, missed a lot” Rhys taunted, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Y/n looked between the two males, her playful tone replaced by a serious one, before directing her question to Azriel “What happened? And why did you not tell me?”.

“You can argue later. Right now you need to get ready. We’re leaving for Graysen’s estate in an hour” Rhys informed her, his tone brisk.

“Graysen? As in Elain fia- ex fiancé?” Y/n’s eyes widened in surprise.

“The one and only” Rhys confirmed.

“The fuck happened while I was gone?” Y/n demanded, exasperation in her voice.

“As I said, a lot. Now get ready, we don’t have time to waste” Rhys ordered, and this time Y/n obeyed, though only because it involved one of her sisters.

—

“Where is everyone?” Y/n asked as she descended the stairs, her dress rustling with each step.

“Waiting at the camp. You’re the last to get dressed” Rhys remarked, barely hiding a smirk.

“Forgive me for just finding out about what’s going on, or at least part of it, like fifteen minutes ago. Besides, it took time to find something suitable for the occasion” she retorted.

“You could’ve just worn pants”.

“I prefer my dresses. Besides, this one is practical. I made sure to choose the right one” she twirled around, showing him the practicality of the dress. The top was supple leather that formed a snug bodice, molded to her curve, while the skirt was made of a rugged yet supple fabric that flowed around, reaching her ankles. Lace-up heeled combat boots completed the look.

“And the heels?” Rhys raised an eyebrow.

“They’re chunky and very comfortable. And if I were to kick someone, it’d hurt more”.

“And running?”.

“Bold of you to assume I’d be able to run even in normal boots. In that area, I’m hopeless”.

“Shall we?” he shook his head before winnowing them out to the Illyrian camp.

As soon as they arrived, Y/n went to stand where her sisters and Mor were, a step behind the males. Rhys proceeded to give instructions, and Cassian added a few of his own. Azriel just stared down at them, his eyes full of hatred and disgust for his own kind, which did not go unnoticed by Y/n.

“So these are the female-hating pricks?” Y/n asked no one in particular.

“Yes, unfortunately” Mor answered, her voice laced with disdain.

After some time, one of the lords, Devlon, whom the three Illyrian warriors usually dealt with, noticed Nesta and asked if she was a witch. He wanted her to stay away from the females and children for some reason.

“She’ll do no such thing” Y/n took a step forward, but Feyre held her hand, warning her not to do anything reckless.

“Another witch?” Devlon questioned, his tone mocking.

“The most wicked one. The one who’d haunt your dreams and-”.

“Y/n, please” Feyre pleaded, and Y/n stopped from finishing the sentence.

Devlon glared at her and was about to say something when Rhys found another topic to discuss, allowing Feyre to guide her sisters to the war tent. From the looks of it, he had told Feyre down the bond to take them away before Y/n or Nesta said something that would offend Devlon or make him lose his temper. As much as Rhys would’ve loved to see them getting on Devlon’s nerves, now was not the time.

When they got to the tent, Nesta asked what the difference between Fae and witches was, and Mor explained to her that witches draw power beyond their natural reserve and use spells to get more power than the Cauldron granted.

“I think I want to be a witch” Y/n expressed nonchalantly, causing all four females to cast worried glances in her direction, their brows furrowed.

“What? Fae are no better. They enslaved humans, and when they were done, they just left them to starve, die, and fend for themselves. At least, as a witch, I’d be able to provide food for everyone” Y/n shrugged.

“Those powers come with a cost” Mor informed her.

“Like what? Sacrificing people? I’m fine with that. There’s a whole army outside I wouldn’t mind sacrificing. Theoretically speaking, if I were, I mean if a witch were to sacrifice a High Lord, for example, would she gain even more power?”.

“I don’t know if you’re joking right now or not. It’s scary” Mor remarked “but I suppose it would make sense since they possess more power”.

“Good to know. We can sacrifice your hideous ex first” Y/n turned to face Feyre.

“We’re not sacrificing anyone” Feyre stated firmly.

Y/n shrugged “hmph, speak for yourself”.

“Nice outfit” Cassian snorted at Y/n as he and his brothers joined the females.

“Fuck you” she quipped.

“Later. We have a war to prepare for, and I have an army to command” he winked at her.

“Ew” she gave him a disgusted look and feigned gagging.

“Did we miss anything?” Rhys asked Feyre.

“Nothing, just Y/n wanting to become a witch and sacrifice every Fae” Mor informed him.

“That’s not true. I might spare a couple” Y/n retorted.

Azriel bit back a chuckle and Rhys said “I suppose I’m not on the list of the people you’ll spare?”.

“Hmm, haven’t decided yet, but so far, no” she teased.

—

After winnowing into the mortal lands, Feyre briefly explained what happened and the reason Elain was going to see her ex was to convince him to give sanctuary to the humans who couldn’t flee.

When they arrived, Rhys put a shield around them for protection and glamoured Elain to look human. One of the guards guided them to the guardhouse, the farthest they’d be allowed.

When Graysen and his father entered, Elain became nervous and stuttered, but Nesta intervened, informing them that the walls were gone. At the sight of her pointed ear, Graysen questioned how that happened, and Nesta explained. He asked why Elain was in the company of Fae, and she told him she’s safer with them. When Elain begged them to open their home to humans seeking refuge, he noticed she was glamoured. 

Then Jurian appeared, the man who was at the King’s side when the sisters were turned. The man who put an arrow full of Faebane through Azriel’s chest. Y/n tensed at the sight of him but remained firmly standing, ready to jump on him at any minute.

He told them that he’d always been working for the humans and that he kept up the lies to gain more information on the King. He informed them that Tamlin went back to Hybern and that they plan to attack the Summer Court the next day. Azriel tapped Y/n’s shoulder, signaling her of his departure before disappearing to warn Cassian and tell them to move the legion.

Graysen was nothing but horrible to Elain the whole time they were there, and as much as Y/n wanted to interfere, she knew Elain wanted to sort this out herself. Their conversation wasn’t going well. Not only did he order her to take off her engagement ring, confirming that he wasn’t going to marry her, but he proceeded to insult her. When tears began streaming down Elain’s face, that’s when Y/n acted. She strode towards Graysen and slapped him across the face.

“You never deserved my sister, and if you ever speak to her like that again, I will kill you. The only reason you’re left breathing is because Elain cares about you, but insult her again and I will rip out your tongue” Y/n threatened, her eyes blazing with fury.

“You’re her eldest sister. I heard about you, about your hatred for Faekind, and now look at you, you’re one of them. Even threatening to kill humans” Graysen mocked.

“I was turned against my will, and my hatred still runs deep. It won’t change. But make no mistake, when it comes to my sisters, whether it’s Fae, human or any other kind of monster, I won’t hesitate” she turned away from him “I believe this concludes our business here”.

—

Unable to withstand seeing Elain crying any longer, Y/n left their tent and took a walk through the camp. It ate at her that there was nothing she could do to mend her sister’s broken heart, nothing she could do to help. She hated feeling helpless. 

Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t notice Azriel joining her until he spoke “You shouldn’t wander out here alone, especially not when you’re absent-minded” his voice was gentle but firm.

“I don’t think they’d dare do anything, not with your High Lord being here” Y/n replied, trying to mask her distress.

“Still it’s better to be safe than sorry” he insisted, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

“Don’t worry, I can take care of myself… How are you feeling? Big day tomorrow” Y/n changed the subject, her voice tinged with concern.

“It’s not the first, and it won’t be the last battle I join” he responded, his tone neutral.

“Still, it must feel-”.

“Hard? It never gets easier, but I think about what and who I’m fighting for. It keeps me going” Azriel admitted, his eyes meeting hers.

“I never asked, but how are you feeling about being here? I know you don’t like your people. Today must have been difficult for you” Y/n observed, her brows furrowing in concern.

Azriel’s expression darkened “Dislike is an understatement. Honestly, it gets worse every time. To say I got used to it would be a lie”.

“It’s really a shame. You’d think as honorable warriors, they’d treat their females with respect at least… Are there others like you?”.

“Like me?” Azriel looked puzzled.

“Yes. Like you, your High Lord, and the General. You’re all Illyrians, yet you treat females like normal people… without discrimination. Are there other Illyrian warriors like that? Or are they all brutes?”.

“There are a few, but it’s very rare to see”.

“Back when we were at the Dawn Court, why didn’t you tell me about Elain and what they planned to do?”.

He seemed to contemplate before speaking again “You seemed happy. I didn’t want to ruin that, and it could wait. I knew if I told you, you’d have left immediately to be by Elain’s side. I knew what it meant to you to learn about how to make that powder, and I wanted you to do what you liked, what you enjoyed”.

“Why?” she genuinely did not understand why he was being considerate.

“War is coming and I thought you should be able to relax a bit before it got serious. We don’t know when things will get back to normal”.

“How very considerate of you” she said, half sarcastically, half seriously. 

“You should get some sleep” he advised.

“I should be the one saying this to you. You’re the one fighting tomorrow”.

“I don’t get much sleep before a battle” Azriel informed her, his jaw tightening.

“I won’t argue with you, but just this once” a serene smile graced her face and he couldn’t help but stare at her.

They walked in silence for a while before he finally inquired “How’s Elain?”.

“As can be expected. She’s heartbroken, and there’s nothing I can do to fix it” Y/n sighed, her shoulders slumping.

“It will get better. Give her time” Azriel reassured her, and all she did was nod. She hoped that his words were true, that Elain would get over Greysen soon and be happy.

“Where are your shadows? I don’t see them” she managed to change the subject again.

“They’re around, here and there. Don’t tell me you miss them?” his lips curled into a soft smile.

“I have grown accustomed to them. It might sound weird, but I don’t know, they give me a sense of peace and security” she declared.

“Oh? That’s exactly how I feel” he raised a brow, his face lighting up with amusement.

“Is that why you always stand in the corners where the shadows are?”.

“You’re quite observant” he gave her a proud smile, his eyes brimming with admiration.

“You’re not the only one who notices things others don’t”. 

As they walked through the camp, they almost forgot there was going to be a battle the next day. Being in each other’s presence often made them forget about the outside world, not that they often noticed.

It was getting late and Y/n was debating something, hesitant about. She opened her mouth to speak but then shut it again.

“Is something on your mind?” Azriel noticed her uneasiness.

“I- I got you something… when we were at the Dawn Court. This caught my eye and it reminded me of you. Something about it is just beautiful, and I didn’t want it to go to waste, so I got it for you” She opened her hand, revealing the black gemstone trinket. He reached out, his scarred fingers lightly touching hers as he took it. The smile on his face disappeared and was replaced by an unreadable expression.

“T- thank you. I don’t know what to say” his heart fluttered.

“You don’t have to say anything. The shop owner said it has protective properties, and while I don’t know if that’s true, just keep it on you tomorrow, will you?”.

“Are you worried about me?” he couldn’t hide his grin.

“Let’s just say I have a vast interest in keeping you alive”.

“And why is that?”.

“Well, for starters, to save me from your insufferable friends. You’re the only tolerable one. And to have someone to speak to occasionally while being locked up”.

He rolled his eyes at her last words “I’m not going to argue with you, but just this once” he repeated her earlier words to her.

“I should go now. Good night” she turned from him and started walking away before she halted and turned to face him again “and Shadowsinger? Good luck tomorrow”.

He kept watch on her until he made sure she arrived safely at her tent.

—

Y/n was pacing around in hers and her sisters’ tent when Feyre and Mor winnowed in. They informed them that they had won with little casualty before winnowing them to the battlefield. The place reeked of blood, and while the others waited for the tents to be rebuilt, Y/n went to offer assistance to the healers. 

When Rhys and Cassian returned, they were surprised to see her bandaging some of the warriors, her hands and clothes stained with their blood. When she exhausted all her energy, she came to sit by the fire, near Feyre. Nesta was bandaging Cassian’s wrist when he spoke “Did someone put a knife to your throat? Is that why you were patching up the wounded?” Cassian quipped, a smirk playing on his lips.

“I don’t have the energy for you” Y/n sighed, rubbing her temples.

“It’s just I thought you hated our kind and now you’re volunteering to help”.

“It’s not out of the kindness of my heart, if that’s what you think. We still need every soldier for the war. The faster they’re healed, the better, and I happen to have some experience in that area”.

“As a healer?” Cassian raised his brow.

“Where I worked, there was an infirmary nearby. They were often short of healers, and I happened to have spare time on some days, so I learned the basics”.

“So you have a heart after all” his smirk grew wider, and she glared at him.

The days after went well, the soldiers were healing and resting up. On the fifth day, Azriel came panting and informed them that Hybern was planning to attack the Winter Court. That day they discussed for hours about what to do and ended up with deciding on marching north while remaining hidden but making Hybern think that they stayed here.

—

On the battlefield, both sides were exhausted, and casualties mounted on both sides. As heavy rain poured, more Hybern soldiers appeared and began slaughtering many of their forces. Their lines were breaking apart, and Cassian was trying to reform them as he was surrounded by the enemy. Azriel rushed to his aid but he had difficulty reaching him with all the soldiers. Both warriors were fighting relentlessly. 

Y/n, Nesta, Feyre and Mor were watching from above. If this continued, they were going to lose, and many more warriors were going to die. Feyre decided to go find the Suriel to ask where Hybern’s true army was hiding. 

Mor had left for the front lines and landed right next to Cassian, just in time to stop a soldier from driving a sword through his back. Cassian kept charging without waiting for the others to get to him, and Mor and Azriel took a few blows. 

With each blow, Y/n’s anxiety and fear rose. It was building up to become something explosive. She paced around next to Nesta, one hand to her mouth as she nervously bit her nails. She hated watching helplessly from above as many soldiers were being slaughtered, as the people she grew used to were being attacked and barely managing to evade each blow. 

Cassian engaged one of Hybern’s commanders, who managed to deliver a near-fatal blow, had Azriel not arrived in time to hold his guts in for him. Mor was fighting that commander when another one snuck up on Azriel and was about to lunge his sword into Azriel’s chest from behind.

At the sight, Y/n exploded “NO!” her eyes turned white, and with the heavy rain, lightning crackled and thunder boomed as if the very heavens had opened up. A power she hadn’t known she possessed surged forth in a wave of raw emotion and primal instinct. 

The air crackled with electricity as bolts of lightning lashed out uncontrollably, striking down Hybern soldiers with blinding force. As the storm raged on, draining her of energy, she collapsed, unconscious, the toll of her unbridled power too much to bear. 

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Hi! Love your answers and fics 💕

I would love to ask a fic with reader being a bff's with Ginny or Ron and the twins not really liking her but being forced to share a tent with her while camping (yes, one bed trope in nature with enemies to lovers twist 🙏🏻) , hope you like this idea, love ya!

Hi my love! You know I’m a slut for the one bed (tent?) trope but with their ages in the timeframe I tried to keep it a little PG (and failed miserably) 😂 I’m so very sorry this took so long to get out, I hope you enjoy! 🖤

Warnings: sexual themes and references, enemies to lovers, confessions of love, humour, Fred being an absolute menace, George is the sweet one as usual. Set during a slightly canon-altered Quidditch World Cup (no mentions of mouldy voldy or the attack)

Word count: 1.3k

Deepest Sleepers.

You didn't know where your dislike for the Weasley Twins had stemmed from, but it seemed to be completely mutual. Perhaps it was the fear of being the recipient of a prank, maybe it was their constant overbearing nature, their natural ability to be the centre of attention at all times- all of which was indisputably annoying. You just couldn't relax around them or let your guard down, which you supposed was the overall reason that you'd never been friendly. They also seemed to take an instant dislike to you almost as soon as you became friends with their younger siblings, though what possessed them not to like you was a slight mystery. They largely ignored you but you’d often catch them glaring at you or doing their very best to look away and avoid you entirely, until you became a prime target for their pranks once or twice.

You'd been so excited to attend the Quidditch World Cup, even though you didn't have the biggest passion for the sport, it was going to be the highlight of your summer, attending the world cup with your best friends. Arthur had been so kind to invite you, Harry and Hermione along but you couldn't deny that your enthusiasm wavered slightly when you realised that Fred and George would also be joining you. You thought they might have broken away at some point, causing havoc wherever they chose to go but much to your annoyance, they had stayed firmly within the group the entire time from the moment you left the Burrow at the crack of dawn until you finally reached the campsite.

So how you found yourself sharing a tent with the two of them was a complete, unfortunate mystery.

Furthermore, how you ended up between the two of them in the tent with their lips kissing every inch of your skin and their big hands wandering your body was even more of a mystery the wisest auror wouldn’t be able to figure out.

Mere hours ago after the World Cup had finished, you’d contemplated casting a protective enchantment around yourself regardless of the underage magic law, claiming it was self defence or self preservation so you didn’t end up with a face full of boils, blue hair or no eyebrows courtesy of one of their ‘pranks’. Now, those thoughts were long gone as George turned your head towards him with his finger tucked beneath your chin, his lips chasing yours as Fred slips behind you, not hiding the evidence of his arousal against your backside. It was like a tug of war between them with you being the toy in the middle; a constant divide of attention and affection.

You break away from George to gasp out a sorely needed breath and take a second to look into his eyes, seeing his dark, fixed gaze upon you. You don’t doubt that Fred would be wearing an identical gaze but you couldn’t bring yourself to turn around to check for yourself.

“I don’t understand,” you say breathlessly, knowing that you were almost definitely going to ruin the moment but you couldn’t deny your need for answers. “I thought you hated me.”

You hear Fred snort from behind you, a sort of involuntary noise that escapes him as soon as he hears your words.

“If this is your idea of hate, I’d love to see how you think someone who loved you would act,” he mumbles, pulling your hair away from your neck to press butterfly light kisses to your neck, making your eyes close on their own accord. But you fight to keep them open, to implore George with your eyes so he’ll give you a straight answer.

“Never hated you,” he says with the hint of a frown, as if he’s offended by the notion. His hand slips to reach down for your hand , entwining his long fingers with your own and you can’t help but glance down, marvelling at the size difference between your hands. Fred pulls on your shoulder gently, sensing that you wouldn’t give in to him without answers and pulls you down until you’re laying on your back, free to look between them.

“You see princess,” he explains, “Georgie and me made a pact that you were out of bound for both of us. Both fancied you like mad.” His hand cradles your hip whilst George keeps a gentle but firm grip on your hand, thumb swiping delicately over your knuckles.

“Thought that if you showed an interest in either of us, then we’d know who you preferred.”

“But you didn’t seem to like either of us.”

“So then the pranks started. Figured any attention from you was better than none.”

“I had pink hair for weeks!” You interjected, still simmering with annoyance.

“Honestly? I thought that if you looked different maybe I’d stop getting a hard-on every time I looked at you,” he says with a smirk, “didn’t work. Quite the opposite actually.”

You nudged him with your shoulder, causing him to drop down onto the makeshift cot beneath you all, earning a hearty laugh from him and his twin.

“You set this up didn’t you?” You break the silence with a gasp, realising that it wouldn’t be a coincidence that you’d been relegated to the small tent whilst the other guests were all sharing the big, much more comfortable tent.

The shy smile that George shoots you, mixed with his slightly pink cheeks tells you everything you needed to know.

“Might have pulled a few strings,” he mumbles through his sudden onset shyness.

“But if dad asks, you snore like a roaring Zouwu and we just so happen to be the deepest sleepers.”

“Fred!”

“We’re just so selfless, couldn’t have you disturbing the others could we?” He teases, tickling your hip.

“Yes it definitely feels like you’re being selfless,” you say with a smirk, rolling your hips to brush your ass against his still very obvious erection, earning a deep groan from him.

“So you don’t hate us?” George asks somewhat nervously, his hand slightly squeezing yours so your attention is diverted away from his very tempting twin.

“Could have done without the pink hair,” you argue, stating your point, “but I don’t hate you.”

“Elaborate,” Fred urges, his hand resting on your hip again, a sudden uncharacteristic nervousness hovering in his voice.

You sigh, knowing that you’d ruined it now.

“You both just make me nervous, like I’ll never know why you’re going to do next,” you say, averting your eyes slightly.

“Well if you want a full commentary of what I intend to do, I’d be happy to oblige,” Fred smirks, running his hands over your body, purposefully manipulating your answer.

“Fred,” you groan, half annoyed and half tempted.

“No more pranks,” George says suddenly, making your eyes flash to him. “Not on you.”

“Agreed,” Fred says suddenly, pressing his rather impressive tent to the curve of your bum as he shuffles closer. “At least now we can double down on the blokes trying to talk to her.”

“That was why Cormac fainted in the hallway on the way to Potions?!” You gasp, suddenly piecing it all together, realising they were the perpetrators all along.

“Your ours,” Fred says simply with a shrug, as if there’s no reason to argue.

“If that’s what you want,” George adds, throwing a quick but powerful glare at his brother.

“Wouldn’t want anyone else.”

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can i request three somehow forced into a fake dating situation

Three stares directly into Martyn’s eyes. They are blue and of an average size. It feels as though maybe this should be against the rules, but according to the book it had read, this was… normal. A normal thing to do on a date. Look deeply into someone’s eyes. It would not be suspicious at all, even though Three isn’t really sure how to look more or less deeply into anyone’s eyes at all. Eyes are not flat, but even when Three Looks, it isn’t as though there is anything interesting in there.

Martyn is sweating somewhat. He looks away first.

Three’s pretty sure this counts as a victory, especially given Martyn can’t see Three’s face behind the mask anyway. It is good Three has now won the game of ‘staring lovingly into its date’s eyes’, because that had been a strange, threatening mortal ritual. It would rather not do that again.

“Haha, thanks again for agreeing to this date,” Martyn says, very suspiciously looking around the small cafe in a bustling semi-private Origins server. “It’s been so long since we’ve gotten to hang out like this. Gods, do I sound stupid.”

“You do,” Three says.

“You don’t have to answer those,” Martyn says.

“Will comply,” Three says.

“Oh, for the love of—we’re on a date. A date!” Here, Martyn winks obnoxiously. “It’s not a mission.” He winks obnoxiously again. “Besides, you should lighten up!”

“Will comply,” Three says.

“You know, I had forgotten how obnoxious that was,” Martyn says cheerfully. “Anyway, I should order us some drinks! Have some conversation! Keep an eye out around us, yeah, for our waiter?”

“You are not very subtle,” Three says.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Martyn says. “Besides, honestly? I am really glad to just hang out with you. Because we’re dating! On this server for fancy couples. Yep.”

The problem is, of course, that a fancy origins server is a great place for the strangest of people to hide.

When Martyn had asked a favor, Three had been… uncertain. This was not because Three doesn’t care for Martyn—it does, greatly—or because Three didn’t want to see Martyn—they’d met up a few times before now, tentative and quiet and frustrated and all the things that were hard to explain, and then in all the ways they were okay again—but because Martyn, for all Three cares for him, is still an idiot.

Three is its own handler, now. It does not have to follow handlers that are morons. It had told Martyn this. When Martyn had stopped wheezing, he’d explained that it’d be fun. Not Listener business, he promised; he still hadn’t quite gotten out, but he wouldn’t drag Three in, Scout’s honor.

(Three believes him. It’s never been that Three doesn’t trust him.)

It was a friend of Martyn’s that had gone missing. Apparently, on some fancy modded server? And now, Martyn wanted Three to come help him do some recon because, quote, “Jimmy laughed at me until he cried and that hurt me a little bit, not going to lie, and I’ve used up the favors Ren owes me, and Oli was busy. Have you met Oli? You’d like Oli.”

(Three did not like Oli.)

Three agreed, despite its better judgement. The reason it thought this may be a poor plan was because—

“Ah, the lovely Valentines,” the waiter says. He gives them a plate of lovely heart-shaped calamari. Three wonders if they had belonged to heart-shaped squid. “It’s a lovely evening, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it’s wonderful here with my beloved!” Martyn says.

The waiter and Martyn both look at Three. Three doesn’t say anything and sits perfectly still.

“Um,” the waiter says.

“It’s for a health condition,” Martyn says, which technically isn’t a lie.

“Very well, sirs, although it may get in the way of the kissing competition!”

Martyn, who had just started sipping some wine, chokes on it.

“I will win the kissing competition,” Three says.

Martyn chokes harder.

“I will see you to it!” the waiter says. “And of course, our patented species comparability exam is the highlight of the evening.”

“Oh. I am not sure I can produce viable offspring,” Three says.

The waiter stares at Three. Three stares back, although not into the waiter’s eyes, as to not cause any confusion. The mask somewhat prevents that from working, though.

“Very well then,” the waiter says. “I suppose just—do you need help?”

“It knows what it’s doing,” Martyn hisses.

“I did do research before coming here,” Three says.

“I’ll just head on,” the waiter says, in a tone that suggests to Three that maybe it did not do enough research before agreeing to help Martyn.

Oh well.

At least the mask means it doesn’t have to keep a straight face as it picks Martyn off the ground and, completely flat in tone, says: “Do not die. I would be sad if you died of something as stupid as choking on wine.”

“I asked for this,” Martyn says.

“Yes,” Three says. “You did. That is why I am here.”

(Beneath the table, it grabs Martyn’s hand. Martyn squeezes Three’s hand back. It had missed him, though. For all they do not see each other often—)

(Well. It had missed him, though.)

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Leonard Snart x Reader; Father's Day

So as a person with a recovering alcoholic dad, Father's day is an off day for me emotionally. One character that helps me through times like these is Len, and this wouldn't leave my mind. I hope you enjoy this. CW for: alcohol, angst to fluff.

Len looked down at Central City from his balcony, taking another swig of his fifth beer, leaning on the railing to steady himself, buzzed. He wasn’t planning on stopping at buzzed today. His phone sat neglected on the nightstand, its constant buzzing finally ceased, Lisa texting him, calling him, over and over to ensure he wasn’t going to do anything stupid. Well, stupider than usual. 

“Don’t worry, sis. I’m not leaving ya. Not again.” Len spoke aloud to no one as he downed the remaining contents, stumbling back inside to grab another beer, popping the cap off ready to take a swig before there was a knock at the door. He hadn’t invited anyone to this private party. Len swiftly and quietly grabbed his gun and concealed it in his coat, loosely hanging off his shoulders; it would look like he just had his hand in his pocket. He took a quick glance through the peephole, expecting Mick, Lisa, someone unknown trying to kill or capture him... Not you, standing there patiently, staring at your phone with a concerned look on your face. Len sighed as he put his gun back where it was. Lisa must have sent you. 

You, his neighbor down the hall, three doors to be exact. You’d become basically an honorary Rogue, seeing some crazy shit and not saying a thing, hell you even helped hide him, Axel, Roscoe, and Mark one time at your job. You’ve patched him up a few times, and checked on him just to make sure he was alright; this was another one of those times. His sister had texted you, worried she couldn’t get a hold of her brother, explaining the hurt today could bring; Father’s Day. Lisa had confided in you before about their rocky past, and you’d lent an intent and sympathetic ear, making sure to steer clear of the topic around her rightfully protective older brother. 

Now, you tapped your foot out of anxiety as you stood in front of said brother’s door. You liked Len, sure, but it didn’t feel right, starting a relationship with a woman’s brother who’d become your best friend. You would have factored in the criminal part if it actually bothered you, but honestly, Len’s problem solving, cunning, and intelligence were some of the factors that made him attractive to you. You finally heard the click of the locks, and the door cracked open. 

“Lisa sent you, didn’t she?” Len asked, his voice regretful and slightly slurred; he was drinking again. 

“Yes. And no. I wanted to come over anyways, and then Lisa sent me over here. Can I come in?” You knew pity was not a favorable way to approach Len when he was like this, so you acted aloof and casual. Len took a few moments, the sigh on the other side of the door audible. “Yeah, alright. Usual rules.” Len huffed as he opened the door and stepped aside, gesturing you in. “Don’t touch anything.” You muttered to yourself as Len walked back to the balcony, beer in hand. 

“So. What’s the occasion? Everything alright?” Len scoffed at your attempt at sniffing out the reason for his intoxication. “Oh yeah, everything’s fine. Just living the life daddy set me and Lis up for.” Len rolled his eyes as he took a gulp. You walked up beside him on the balcony, looking at the city below with him. It was a cool night, that was certain. “Can I touch you, or would you rather I didn’t?” You tentatively asked him. Sometimes, when Len was deep in thought or upset, he didn’t like being touched, and would rather be left to his own devices.

When no response came, only dropping his head at your question, did you decide to place a hand on his arm, using your thumb to stroke up and down to be comforting. “I know how it feels, to some extent. My father may be a recovered alcoholic, but he was an alcoholic first, then recovering. Riddled with relapses. He may not have been violent, just talked a lot, but I dreaded hearing a bottle open. I would get anxiety whenever I saw the pattern unfolding in front of me. They don’t define how we turn out, though. You either let them, or you do your best not to be like them.” 

“And what would you consider me?” Len’s voice held traces of resentment. “If you think I’m going to call you your dad because you indulge every now and then, you’re wrong. You may go overboard sometimes, but you keep to yourself or celebrate with friends when you do. You’re nothing like your dad. You’re smart, you’re protective, you’re independent, you care about those around you. You’re a leader, Len. I just wish you’d treat yourself a little nicer.” Len looked you in the eyes the entire time you spoke, and you watched all the emotions flitter about; surprise, understanding, then an emotion you’d never fully seen before. He seemed softer, somehow. Not weak, but gentle, compared to the cold and callous front he was trying so hard to put on before. 

Len stared at you for a few moments before he smirked at you and returned his gaze to the city below. “You care too much about someone like me, you know? Might get you hurt, and I don’t wanna see that happen.” Len’s face turned regretful, not letting himself get close. You sighed, leaning on the cold railing with him; you hadn’t anticipated to be spending time outside, and weren’t exactly dressed for the weather. “Well, I won’t get hurt with someone like you to protect me, now, will I?” You lightly elbowed him, and he chuckled. “Can’t be there all the time, snowflake.” “Well then, good thing I can take care of myself, too, huh?” The nickname was new, but not unwelcome. What was unwelcome was the shiver that ran down your spine. Len spotted your discomfort and shrugged off his parka, draping it over your shoulders. 

“See? You’re a good guy to me, Lisa, and the Rogues. Your actions matter most to those closest to you, and we’ve all accepted the criminal Captain Cold.” You dramatized his monicker and he laughed. “Why won’t you let us accept Leonard Snart, too? Hell, I see him the most, second only to your sister, per usual.” Len glanced at you, sighing before dumping his beer over the balcony. “Let’s take this inside. Don’t need you catching a cold.” Len winked at you, laughing as you groaned at the pun, playfully rolling your eyes. You followed him inside, and he shut and locked the door to the balcony, swiping his parka off your shoulders and tossing it somewhere in the room, sitting next to you on the couch as you talked about everything and anything else other than dads. 

Len finally let you text Lisa back that he was alright, and even answered her face time as you did your best not to laugh as she chewed him out for ignoring and worrying her. You turned on the TV for some background noise and intermittent viewing between lulls in the conversation, the clock striking midnight before either of you were tired. It was 1am by the time Len decided to call it a night and offered for you to stay, which you gladly accepted. “Oh! It’ll be like a sleepover! I haven’t really had many of those. Should I go grab my makeup and plushies?” Len chuckled at your teasing. “Who needs plushies and makeup when you’re already soft and pretty enough?” You laughed, assuming Len was joking, only to quickly quiet down into a chuckle when he stayed relatively serious, a small smirk on his lips. 

“Come on, you can sleep in my bed. Or would you like the couch?” Len broke the silence, leaning on the doorway to his room. “Well, if you’re going to set the thermostat to freezing and deprive me of my plushies, I guess I’ll just have to cuddle you.” You joked as you wrapped your arms around his waist. “Hm. Sounds good to me.” Len smirked at your brief shock; you didn’t think that would work. You were beaming internally as you cuddled into Len, who wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer into him. You had no idea what this was, platonic, romantic? Honestly, at the moment, you couldn’t quite care, just wanting this to go on forever and never end. It felt safe, and comfortable with him, and it would seem he felt the same about you, knocked out within minutes of getting comfortable. You drew patterns on his arm before succumbing to sleep yourself, the steady rise and fall of his chest sending you off. 

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Wanderlust

Part 1 of the Wanderlust Series.

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Summary: You try to convince your best friend to go on a long road trip with you. Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader Word Count: 694 (a drabble, really) Warnings: Fluff. ALL fluff. A/N: This is for @the-slumberparty June Monthly Challenge: Summer Vibes. I picked a tent (can the VW Bus be considered a tent?) and the Road setting. I don't know if I should continue with the story. I mean, I have some ideas, but I don't think there's an actual plot...lol. Edit: It's decided...it's now a series...I hope y'all are happy!

The one thing you wanted to do before you started your new job was to visit the national parks in your state. You graduated with honors and had multiple job offers in the tech industry because of the algorithm you created for your senior project.

Tech careers were unpredictable and oftentimes fleeting. But you were confident that your innovative program would help kick-start your career and cement your position in the company that you chose for a long while.

That’s why you wanted to go out and travel. See nature! Just before you commit to a desk and computer for the rest of your foreseeable future.

“Do you know how big California is?” Bucky asked you agitated.

“Yes, I do,” you answered back with a cheeky grin.

“California has the greatest number of national parks!” he pointed at the map.

“Yes. Nine! And that doesn’t include the monuments and the trails and the memorials-”

“No!”

“Well, I’m not asking for your permission.”

“I still say, ‘no.’”

“I’ll go with or without you, Buck. I just thought you should know my plan.”

“Do you know how dangerous it is out there? Especially if you’re alone.”

“I can take care of myself. I did take that self-defense class for a couple of months,” you reasoned.

“Why can’t you go somewhere that has- Look, Nevada! Nevada has one national park. The Great Basin. And hey…we could even hit up Vegas while we’re there!” Bucky pointed at the map.

“Oh, ya cuz I would really be safe from creep-o’s in Vegas!” you rolled your eyes at your best friend.

“Ok. What about Hawaii? Hawaii has two national parks! And it’s HA-WA-II!”

“Do you know how much that plane ticket would cost? I haven’t started my job yet. Besides, who would watch Smokey while I was away?”

“You’re bringing the dog?!”

“Of course, I’m bringing the dog! Smokey goes where I go.” And as if he was called, your large greyhound came over licking your hand under the table. “We’re gonna have so much fun in our Bus-Bus, aren’t we, Smokey?!”

“And another thing?! How sure are you that the rusted piece of metal you call a car will actually take you around California? You’d probably break down before you get south of Oakland!”

“I had my mechanic look at it! Sid said it was in good shape! Plus I can call a tow if I need to.”

Bucky just looked at you defeated. He knew there was no convincing you out of this hair-brained plan of yours. You had always been a person to stick to your guns as soon as you planned it out. ‘No Regrets,’ you had always said.

No Regrets, Bucky repeated in his head trying to decide what to do. Nine parks! Nine! It would take you a month and a half to finish that round trip. And that’s only if you decided to stay at each park for a couple of nights, not the week you were planning.

“All right. All right. I’ll go with you.” Bucky relented, placing his head in his hands.

“I didn’t ask you to, Buck,” you chuckled, trying to hide the relief on your face.

“Bullshit! You knew I was going with you the moment you told me about it.” He called out your bluff. You shrieked and held your arms out to Bucky’s neck, embracing him in a tight hug.

 “You and I are gonna have so much fun! You’re not gonna regret this.”

“Ya, ya, ya.” Bucky relished in your warm embrace. You smelled like sun-kissed fruit on a lazy afternoon. You felt like a cool breeze that just wafted into his life unexpectedly and decided to stay. Erupting his life into chaos.

You pulled away looking into his deep blue eyes. He narrowed them as if he saw something in you that he had never seen before.

“Ok, we leave right after graduation! And you can’t take it back now Barnes. You’re in this with me till the end!” You smiled at him. Your cheeks were puffy and red, carrying a dimple that he wanted to caress.

“Lord, help me.” He whispered under his breath.

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Finders Keepers - Chapter Five

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Chapter Four

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Chapter word count: 3.6k

Chapter CW: Alternating POV, angst, Protective Bucky, feels, growing relationship, mutual pining, there was only one bed, nightmares, hurt/comfort, cuddles, first kiss.

Chapter 5 - A change is as good as a rest

As your heart-rate returned to normal and the levels of adrenaline coursing through your body reduced, your awareness of your surroundings and situation as well as your awkwardness increased. Because here you were, clinging onto your worst enemy like he was some kind of life preserver, covering his jacket with your tears and snot.

As your sobs lessened, you carefully pulled yourself from Bucky’s embrace, almost disappointed when he let you, and rubbed at your eyes with the back of your hands.

“We need to get out of here, doll.” Bucky’s voice was gruffer than usual, and you didn’t want to investigate the reason for that too much.

You moved your head up to look at him, a determined tilt to your jaw. “Not without my leg. Bastards took it and I want it back.”

Bucky’s expression as he took in what you said was a picture and under any other circumstances would have been hilarious. His eyes widened and he looked down at where your legs were partially tucked under you. You could pinpoint the moment the realisation hit because his cheeks suddenly flared red with absolute rage.

“I’m gonna kill him,” he growled, and you suddenly realised that his response was now less hilarious and more arousing, and nope, you weren’t touching those thoughts with a long stick. Instead you reached out and placed your hand on his forearm.

“No, you’re gonna help me find my leg and then we’re gonna leave. They aren’t worth it.”

“But he hurt you,” came Bucky’s curt reply.

“Yes, but I’ll live. If we get out of here quick enough.” It seemed as though your reasoning broke through the caveman attitude and Bucky gave you a small nod before getting to his feet. He held out his hand and without a second thought you took it, allowing him to pull you upright. 

“Anything else I need to know about?” His voice was full of concern, and you knew what he was asking.

“No. I’m fine other than this,” you replied, gesturing down to your right leg. “Let’s get a move on.”

However, you hadn’t quite realised how tired your left leg was until you tried a few tentative hops, one hand on the wall and the other still being clasped by Bucky. You tried not to make a sound as the pain of lactic acid build up lanced through your calf and thigh, but apparently there was no hiding your discomfort from the man next to you.

“Shit, doll. You must be in agony. I could…,” he made a scooping motion with his free hand, and as much as you despised the idea of needing help, you recognised it was the most sensible option. Definitely sensible and nothing to do with craving the feel of his body against yours once more. 

Nope. 

Absolutely not.

You nodded and suddenly you were airborne, scooped up bridal style in Bucky’s arms. You let out an undignified squeal at the abruptness of the action and flung your arms around Bucky’s neck for stability. You saw his lips twitch and a grin made its way across your face, completely unbidden.

“I didn’t see your prosthetic when I came in, but there is an office I didn’t check out. Let’s look there first.”

You vocalised your agreement and Bucky started to walk back down the corridor, his long-legged stride eating up the distance easily. When he got to the office, you couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes flicked towards the other room on the opposite side of the corridor and the way his head cocked to the side as if he were listening. Before you could ask him what was up, he strode through the open door and gently deposited you on top of a desk that was situated against one of the walls.

You looked around, and noticed your backpack against the wall in the opposite corner of the room. The zip was partially undone, because your prosthetic, still complete with its shoe, was poking out of the top. Seeing it so casually discarded made you feel a bit sick. 

“There, Bucky. Can you bring me my bag.” You hoped your sensor net was there as well, and not too badly damaged. They weren’t the easiest of things to replace.

“Sure thing, doll.” He retrieved it and passed it over. A quick “thanks,” left your lips and then you were turning all your attention onto checking your prosthetic and sensor net for any dents or tears. You breathed a sigh of relief when your examination showed that surprisingly everything was as it should be and you placed the two items down next to you so you could untie the tattered ends of your pants leg.

A glance out of the corner of your eye showed that Bucky was standing near the door, as if on guard. “What is it?” you asked.

“I knocked out all of the gang in the other room, but most of them were only with stunners. I’m worried they’re going to wake up anytime now. And I only got in because one left to go into the city. I don’t know when he’s going to return.” Bucky didn’t move as he answered you, still keeping his eyes on the corridor.

“I’ll be done in a moment,” you stated and picked up your sensor net, smoothing it over your stump and plugging it into your ports. The feeling you got when you put your leg back into place was almost overwhelming. You’d felt incomplete since you’d woken up here and now you were whole again. You didn’t have time to linger though - Bucky’s fears were well founded and you both needed to get out of here as quickly as you could. You tied the ends of your pants leg together behind your knee and jumped down from the desk. Swinging your backpack over one shoulder you walked over to Bucky.

“Let’s go, Barnes.”

He just needed a moment. A moment to try and hold himself together, so once Bucky got to the second office, he deposited you onto the first suitable space. Because you just felt so right in his arms. And, fuck, when he’d realised what they’d done to you, he’d had to resist the urge to race back down and continue smashing Brock into a bloody mess.

Once he’d retrieved your bag and passed it over, Bucky went and stood by the doorway, not only to make sure there were no telltale movements coming from the other room, but also to give himself a chance to get his emotions back under control. When you asked him your question he couldn’t look at you. Didn’t trust himself just yet. Didn’t trust himself not to say or do something that he shouldn’t, because all he wanted to do was pull you back into his arms, kiss you and never let you go. You were under his skin, in more ways than one - despite his best efforts to prevent it - and you deserved better than him

“Let’s go, Barnes.” Your voice pulled him from his thoughts and he turned to find you at his elbow, a small smile on your face and your bag slung onto your back. Bucky flashed you a smile of his own and the pair of you walked side by side towards the exit. He made certain to stand between you and the doorway to the other office, shielding you from the sight of Brock lying bloody and broken.

You were just approaching the main entrance, when the door slid open, and the goon who’d left earlier walked back in. All three of you stood stock still for a moment in surprise, staring at each other and then the Hydra guy was walking forwards, aggression plastered over his features. Bucky tightened his hands into fist, preparing to swing hard and fast when suddenly you were moving, arms raised in a defensive guard and you performed a snap kick. 

With your right leg. 

To the man’s crotch.

Bucky couldn’t hold back a sympathetic wince as the would-be assailant fell to the floor screaming. The next moment you grabbed hold of his forearm and drew him forwards, through the door and out into the night. He matched the pace of your jog, and for the next few minutes the pair of you concentrated on just putting distance between yourselves and the warehouse. It was only as the lights became brighter, the buildings more closely spaced that you both slowed down to a walk. 

Bucky’s hand twitched, eager to take hold of yours, but he couldn’t. The silence between you was heavy, laced with something almost tangible, and Bucky wanted it. Wanted it so much it was starting to hurt.

When you suddenly came to halt, he realised he’d been more focused on you than where the pair of you were actually walking. Looking around he realised you’d stopped just down the block from your apartment. He looked back at you, questioningly and you blinked back, shifting your weight from one foot to the other and then seemingly becoming interested in the stitching of his jacket.

“Well, umm. This is me,” you said, uncharacteristically shy. “Thank you again for, err, coming to rescue me. I’d best be…”

“No.”

Your head snapped up then and your eyes narrowed, your usual fire glittering within them. “What do you mean ‘No’? You’re not the boss of me, Barnes.”

Bucky coughed into his fist, feeling off kilter, as surprised by his outburst as you’d been. “Look, I know that. What I mean is… your place isn’t safe, doll. Hydra are down, but not out. And even if they don’t know exactly where you live, they know which area you’re in. God, they took you, from right over there.” He waved his arm in the direction of the alley, his passion growing as he spoke. He saw the way you glanced over and shuddered and in the next moment he’d taken hold of your upper arms. “I gotta know that you’re gonna be alright. I can’t… I can’t…” Words failed him and he knew his emotions were plastered across his face for you to see and right now he didn’t give a damn.

You were looking at him. Really looking at him. And when you opened your mouth again, Bucky prepared himself for another verbal battle.

“Okay,” you said, simply. “I’ll go with you. But I need to get some things first, so let’s be quick.”

You had to admit, the look on Bucky’s face when you agreed with him was priceless. But as much as you hated to admit it, he was right - your place wasn’t safe, and until Hydra were sent packing permanently you needed to be sensible. However, you weren’t going anywhere without a few necessities, so you turned and jogged the few hundred yards to your apartment, Bucky lagging slightly behind, still apparently in a state of shock. 

You let yourself in and made your way up the stairs.

“You, erm, you don’t have to come stay with me,” Bucky said nervously from behind you, and you stopped mid-stride and turned to face him. He almost ran into you. “You could go stay with your diner friends. I’m sure they’d love to have you.”

You tossed your head and let out a bark of laughter. “And put them in danger? No way. And also, I absolutely cannot put up with their lovey-dovey shit for longer than it takes me to eat a burger. You don’t know them like I do. Totally besotted with one another and no strangers to PDA. Makes a single person sick, ya’ know? Besides, you rescued me once. I figure there’s no safer place to be than by your side, Barnes. And I’ve always wanted a look at your secret HQ.” Turning back around you allowed yourself to smile at the sound of a huff coming from Bucky and then carried on up the stairs.

“You make me sound like a supervillain, doll,” he grumbled, and man was it cute.

“Nah. More like a superhero. At least to everyone who isn’t me. I still think you’re a dick.” Cute he may be like this, but you still weren’t letting him off the hook for his previous behaviour. And you still didn’t know what to make of this shift in dynamic between you. For all you knew, as soon as Hydra were gone, Bucky could go right back to being an asshole. He chuckled at your comment and then followed you up. 

When you stopped outside your door, he almost walked into you again and you saw him look around the corridor, a confused look on his face. 

“Which is your apartment?”

A wave of insecurity, tinged with shame washed over you, but you still straightened your spine and put on a brave face.

“Don’t have one,” came your blunt reply, and then you unlocked your door and opened it. “Sorry, you’ll have to stay out here - there isn’t room for both of us.” You stepped in and started to go through your belongings, grabbing a few changes of clothing and other hygiene products and stuffing them into your bag. Bucky hovered in the doorway, but you didn’t look at him. Didn’t want to see the pity on his face now he truly knew your circumstances.

“You live here?” Bucky’s voice was incredulous, and you spun, defensive and ready to rip into him, when he stopped you with his next words. “Resourceful, doll. And actually harder to track. I’d never have thought to look for you in there.”

You sniffed. “It does for me. Got everything I need.”

Bucky leant against the door frame and grinned. “I bet you do. Don’t need help with much, do you? Come on. I’m tired, so you must be exhausted. If we’re lucky we can get the last grav-train and save ourselves a walk.”

You gave him a small smile of your own as you exited your small space and he moved out of the way. “Sounds like a plan. Lead on, Barnes.”

Bucky was in hell. How could he not be when he was tossing and turning in his easy chair and you were only a few feet away, breathing gently as you slept in his bed?

He’d been right about the grav-train and it had greatly reduced the travel time back to his place. He’d watched you stare in awe as he let you in, as you took in the vast wall of monitors and his work bench, scattered with half-repaired items. He could tell you were itching to sit down and continue what he’d started, just for the enjoyment that bringing a device back to proper working condition could elicit. However, he’d been right about your state of tiredness, and it had been easier than he’d thought to convince you to go and take a shower and get ready for bed. You hadn’t even questioned where he was going to sleep or argue about the fact he was obviously giving you the only bed. He found he’d quite enjoyed you just trusting him, despite the fact that your usual sassy attitude both amused and antagonised him in equal measure.

But now here you were, and he hadn’t quite thought through what having you so close to him, yet so far, would actually do to him. You were in his bed, your body scenting his sheets and he wasn’t there with you. With every breath you let out, every move that rustled the coverlet, he had to resist the urge to climb in behind you, pull you against him and hold you tight as you slept. And, god, weren’t these just the feelings he’d been trying to avoid from the first moment you infiltrated your way into his life?

Bucky turned over in the chair, trying to ignore how something was digging into his hip and pulled the blanket up higher, determined to get some sort of rest. He was just starting to float, his body finally relaxing, when a noise brought him back awake. Thoughts fuzzy, he looked around in the dim light and then heard it again. You were whimpering - letting out small noises of distress.  He didn’t even think -he knew what it was like to have nightmares triggered by a traumatic event - and moved quietly to your side, perching on the side of the mattress. He didn’t immediately touch you, not wanting to feed into your terror, but spoke softly instead.

“Doll, wake up. It’s alright. You’re safe here. It’s me - Bucky. You’re just dreaming. They can’t hurt you.”

You sat bolt upright, wide eyes reflecting the meagre light and then you were wrapping your arms around him.

“Bucky!” The way you said his name was like a benediction and Bucky immediately pulled you into his embrace, stroking over your hair and shushing you softly as your trembling slowly melted away. As your breathing returned to normal, Bucky loosened his grip, intending to leave you to your rest, but you didn’t let go of him. 

“Please,” you begged him with a whisper. “Stay. I don’t want to be alone.”

Bucky froze. He wanted to do exactly as you’d asked, but if listening to you sleep from across the room was hell, this was going to be worse, even though it had been exactly what he’d been thinking about. And then your hand came up and cupped his cheek.

“Bucky, please.”

Bucky knew at that moment that he was gone. He’d never be able to deny you a thing.

“Sure thing, doll. Budge over.”

He watched as you did so, and then lay down next to you, on his back, arms straight out by his sides, staring up into the darkness. He let out a grunt of surprise when you snuggled into his side, throwing your arm across his waist and tangling your ankle with his. Your soft snores filled his ears as you slipped quickly back into slumber. How on earth was he going to sleep like this? Luckily, he found out a few minutes later.

You woke slowly. Warm and content. The mattress beneath you was soft and the quiet noises of the person slumbering next to you were comforting. 

You opened your eyes and took in the sight of Bucky Barnes, relaxed in sleep. He looked so much younger, so much softer like this, and you carefully reached up to move a lock of his hair off his forehead. This was going to hurt when it ended, but you were going to enjoy every moment you could, even if you did feel a bit of a creep watching him sleep.

You’d never wanted an antagonistic relationship with this man, just the friendship of someone you thought would understand you and you’d never worked out why he hadn’t liked you. But he couldn’t hate you that much, could he? He’d risked his life to come and rescue you and opened his home. He’d comforted you in the night and stayed when you’d asked. And the more you thought about it, the more you had to admit that over time, with all the needling you’d done, all the times you’d bested him, you’d no longer wanted to be his friend. You’d wanted to be his equal. His partner.

“Take a picture. It’ll last longer.” Bucky mumbled, turned over to face you and slowly blinked his eyes open. His arm lay across your waist and your leg was still tangled with his, but you didn’t move away, just smiled up at him.

“I’m good, thanks. And thank you for staying with me last night.” Your hand rested against his chest, the cotton of his black tee-shirt soft under your palm. 

“‘S alright, doll. You wanna talk about it? Can help sometimes.”

Your brow furrowed as you recalled what it was that had bothered you in the night. 

“I dreamt you didn’t come,” you admitted. “That Brock started to do some of the things he threatened to do.” The hand on your waist tightened as Bucky processed what you said, so you hurriedly placated him. “But you did come, and the only thing he did, apart from take my dignity, was kiss me. Luckily it was brief. Yuck!” You tried to inject some humour into your voice to try and lighten the mood. It didn’t work.

“Rumlow kissed you? You didn’t tell me that?” Bucky’s voice was low and shaky, as though he was trying to control his temper.

“Well, it didn’t seem relevant at the time. It was gross, but definitely not the worst thing that happened while I was there. I’m more annoyed because it was the first kiss that I’ve had in years. Grim.” You realised Bucky was staring at you, a strange look on his face. “What is it? Have I got an eye booger?” You reached up to wipe at your face, but Bucky moved his arm and clasped your hand. His thumb brushed over your palm and a jolt of sensation ran through you.

“I could take that memory away,” Bucky whispered and you stared back at him.

“What?” Was he saying what you thought he was?

Bucky shifted, getting closer, his warm breath fanning your cheeks. “I could kiss you. Make you forget about what he did. If you want?”

You looked at each other, poised on a knife edge, because there was no mistaking what would happen here. It wouldn’t just be a kiss. Did you dare? You edged yourself closer, your mouth mere millimetres from his, and whispered.

“I want…”

The words were barely out of your mouth before Bucky crashed his lips onto yours.

Chapter Six

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[l1tw1ck]

Casting: Cyno

Welcoming your new star, Cyno

Bottom!FTM Cyno x Top!Masc Reader

{Request} [Series] | AFAB Language Used

CW: Recording, Porn Casting, Masturbating, Oral, Nipple Play, Rough Sex, Belly Bulge, Praise, Daddy Kink, Choking, Crying

📝 1,642 Words

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"Excuse me, can I talk to you for a moment?" You call out to the beautiful silver haired male. He was working out at the gym and his amazing body caught your eye.

"Sure." Cyno turns to you, sweat dripping down his forehead. He's shirtless and only wearing shorts, his nipple piercings caught your attention.

"Do you have any interest in modeling? You're gorgeous and I wouldn't be able to leave here without asking."

"Thanks." Cyno cheeks heat up, he can't tell if you're into him or not. He kinda hopes it's the former. "I'm not sure though.." He scratches his neck.

"40,000 mora an hour, consider it." You hand him your business card. "If you change your mind, email me your measurements and shoe size. We can figure out a time from there."

Cyno nods and looks down at the card. He doesn't have much reason to model, his job already pays a lot but it might be fun. And it might give him a chance with you.

He decides to do some research once he gets home, you're a pretty well known company but what he wasn't expecting was to see exactly what kind of company you have.

While it's true that you do modeling, you also host camboys, pornstars, and porn magazine models.

Curiously, he clicks on one of the videos on your website. It's a regular porn video with you and a dark haired man wearing lingerie.

He finds his hand sneaking underneath his shorts to finger himself halfway through the video, he can't help but wish he was the guy in the video.

If he comes by will you fuck him like that too? Make him call you daddy and treat him like nothing more than a doll? He moans, coming at the thought.

He has an email to send now.

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"Cyno! I'm glad you came!" You grin, waving at him as he enters the room. "The dressing room is over there, the makeup team will help you after you get dressed."

Cyno nods and enters the room. He takes the clothes and puts them on, leaving out one of the pieces.

Around 10 minutes later, he comes back, his appearance making a tent in your pants.

"You didn't wear the black undershirt?"

He's wearing a sheer crop top that's anything but opaque along with a dark miniskirt, a thong, fishnets, and boots that made him a few inches taller. Along with matching makeup, you hope you can fuck him and ruin his mascara by the end of the day.

"I like it better without it." He says.

You smirk. "Me too." You walk up to him and pull up the strings of his thong, making him moan. "You wear it like this." You wink.

Cyno breathes heavily. "What now..?"

"We'll start the shoot."

Your team quickly gets him into multiple positions, he was willing to do sexual poses so you and everyone else had a lot of fun with him. He wasn't worried about losing his job since he knows coworkers who are or have been in the industry. The job seems to pay well enough that he even if he does, he'll be fine.

There were a lot of photos taken from below, his thong was thankfully dark enough to hide how wet he was.

After the shoot, Cyno had been offered to keep the outfit since it looks so good on him. He accepted it quickly, hoping you'll fuck him in it next.

You brought him to your office to write him the check and discuss further opportunities.

"From the way you acted during the photo shoot, I'm assuming you know what kind of company this is?" You sit at your desk, pulling out your checkbook.

Cyno nods. "Yes."

"Then, is there anything other than modeling that you're interested in doing for the company?" You ask, writing a check for 160,000 Mora.

"What would allow me to work with you?" He asks, not dancing around the question at all.

You smirk. "You mean, like having sex with me?"

Cyno nods.

"Well, you could become a pornstar. I doubt you'd want to work with anyone else so you can come every once in a while to shoot a video with me." You smile and hand him the check. "For today, if you'd like, we can shoot the casting video together."

Cyno nods eagerly.

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Cyno sits down on the couch adjacent to yours, ignoring the camera and looking at you.

"Tell us about yourself."

"My name is Cyno. I'm 23 years old. I'm from Sumeru and I like working out and playing card games."

"Are you on the pill? Condom or no condom?"

"Yes, no condom. You can come inside."

"Noted." You wink. "Do you have any kinks or preferences?" You tilt your head, clear interest on your face.

"I like being treated roughly and getting praised, I like being degraded too. I would let you do anything you want to me honestly.." He looks to the side. "And, I like it big."

You grin. "What about your sex life? Anything you're comfortable sharing?"

"I haven't had the time for it. I've done it a few times in my school years but that's it."

"So we'll have to make sure you're ready to take me." You smile. "Could you spread your legs?"

Cyno immediately does as he's asked.

"Move the thong to the side, show us your pretty pussy." You watch as Cyno moves the fabric aside. "Goodness, you're already so wet. You must be excited. Finger yourself."

Cyno slips a finger inside then another. "I touched myself like this last night...when I watched one of your videos."

"Yeah? Which one?"

"The one with...Venti. Where he was calling you daddy." He answers, thrusting his fingers in and out rapidly. "I liked the things you called him...I wanted you to call me that too."

You stand up, a smaller camera in hand, and walk over to Cyno. You hold his face gently and bring his head upwards while pointing the camera at him. "You're adorable."

His cheeks warm up and his eyes shut close as he orgasms. You move the camera down to his cunt, silently asking him to move his fingers out of the way so the camera could see his cum dripping out of his pulsing hole.

Cyno stares at your boner, practically drooling. You move the camera back up to his face. "Go ahead, take it out."

He quickly unbuckles your belt and pulls your pants down, wasting no time with getting your cock out. He licks the tip of your cock experimentally before wrapping his lips around it and sucking slowly.

You move his hair out of the way. "You look so pretty sucking my cock." You groan. "Doing so well for me."

Cyno's cheeks are burning at this point, an impossible to ignore sensation in his stomach and a throbbing feeling in his cunt.

You notice him rubbing his thighs together and you pull them apart, playing with his little t-dick to give him the pleasure he was chasing.

Cyno shuts his eyes, moaning along your length as he sucks it diligently.

You pull him away gently. "How about we take this to the bed?"

Cyno nods, following you to the large king sized bed. He takes his boots off and sits on the bed, looking at you in anticipation.

"Aren't you a pretty little slut." Your hand wanders along his body lightly, making him shiver. "Ready?"

He nods, watching you tower over him and letting you spread his legs. You spank his pussy, earning a twitch and moan from Cyno.

You push his skirt up and direct the small camera to his sex, slapping your dick on it before finally entering.

"Yes-" Cyno whispers, biting his lip as you fill him up, his stomach bulging from your cock. You hand the camera to your assistant and push his top up, bunching it up around his collarbone, and lick one of his sensitive nipples. You roll your tongue around the pierced bud, the sensations almost enough to make Cyno come just from that.

You pull away from his warm chest and wrap your hand around his neck, your other hand giving his other nipple the attention it deserves. You look for any signs of discomfort before fucking into him roughly.

Cyno moans like a whore, grinning with his hands wrapped tightly on your wrist so you don't pull away. "Yes~!"

It doesn't take long for tears to form in his eyes, threatening to ruin his mascara and eyeliner.

"Your pussy feels so fucking good, princess-" You groan. Cyno heats up from his head to his neck, cunt tightening around your cock from hearing one of the words he's dreamed about you calling him. "Yeah, squeeze my cock baby, just like that."

Cyno rolls his eyes back, blabbering as he squirts. "Daddy~!" He manages to say before you fuck him into an almost brainless state, tears of pleasure rapidly falling down his cheeks.

"That's a good boy, making Daddy feel good with your slutty little pussy." You grin. "Gonna make me come so fast, princess."

Cyno has a goofy smile on his face as you use his body to reach your own release, whispering 'yes', 'more', and 'daddy' over and over.

Your thrusts lessen but keep their roughness as you get close, eventually coming to a complete stop as you fill Cyno up with your spend.

You take a moment to catch your breath, taking that time to admire the makeup running down his cheeks.

You let go of his neck and take your camera from your assistant, pulling out to record your cum dripping out of him.

"That's a wrap." You call out. "Would you like me to help you get cleaned up, doll?"

Cyno nods gently.

[azrielsbabyg]

Hi! I saw on an Az fic you wrote that you were taking requests. If you still were, I'd love some bondage with Kallias smut. Or if you'd prefer not to write smut, maybe reader is Illyrian and her wings are cold?

Hellooooo thank you so much for sending in this request! 🫶🏻 I'm not yet sure how to write smut or even go about it but I am not opposed to it. Maybe someday in the future I will post something related to smut. I also don't really write for Kallias because I know nothing about the man 😭. For now, here you go! 💖

Warnings: None. (If I need to add something lmk)

Type: Fluff, comfort.

Word Count: 1193

Pairing: Kallias x Reader (Fem)

FROSTBITE

Drip, drip, drip.

The water slowly trickled off of the icicles lining the cave. Everything went wrong. So wrong. You were a spy from the Night Court. One of Azriel’s specially trained and Rhys’s most trusted. There were rumours of a rebellion starting in the Winter Court and he was concerned it might flare up to be more. However, that was all it was. A rumour. You could gather no intel, in fact, you even managed to piss off a couple of people because you probbed them too long unnecessarily. 

Which now led you here. Far out into some random cave on some random mountain, trying to find refuge against the brutal winds and snow. You were illyrian, yes, you should be able to withstand the cold due to your upbringing in the mountains. But this? This was just numbing, cruel and pricking.

“What happened?” Rhys spoke into your mind. “I can feel you weakened.”

“Mission was unsuccessful and unnecessary. The rumours were not true. I am now stuck in a random ass cave trying to hide from this fucking snow storm. Can you contact someone? Any friend of yours that might be able to help me?” You plead.

“I see. I will ask Kallias to come get you. Unless you don't want him?” You could hear the smirk in his voice. 

You wanted Kallias. Wanted him to be frank. But the last time you were face to face with him, you got drunk and rambled on about all the things you want to do to him and all the things you want him to do to you. Let’s just say the hangover hurt for more reasons than one.

“Just send him.” You groaned. Were you ready to face him? Absolutely the fuck not. But did you wish to see him? Yes. “My wings are cold.”

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After what seemed like hours you finally hear footsteps sloshing against the wetness of the pathway. Although you remind yourself to keep your guard up, threats could come in any form. 

“Y/N?” You hear Kallias’s husky, gravely voice. He approaches the entrance of the cave and sees you huddled up in the far corner, rubbing your arms to give yourself even a hint of warmth.

“H-Hey” Your voice shakes as you respond. The weather has caught up to you now, slowly seeping into your veins, almost making you feel like a statue, still. Lifeless. 

“It’s okay, you’re okay. Here.” He takes a tentative step towards you, assessing your form. You look sunken and shrivelled up. Your body was shivering uncontrollably no matter how much you tried to stop. He comes closer to you and kneels down in front of you, gently brushing away the wet strands of hair from your face, caressing your cheekbones in the process.

You lean into his touch. Somehow, even in this cold, harsh weather, he was warm. Warm like sunlight right after the storm clouds dissipate. Warm, like he’s exactly what you need. “Took you long enough.” It takes everything in you to muster up a small taunting smirk.

“Of course you would joke in this condition of yours.” He huffs out a laugh. He reaches into his bag and pulls out a material that feels like wool. “Rhys told me of your situation, tried to get here as soon as I could. This,” he says nudging the material in his hands,“is infused wool. We produce this to help migrants and visitors who have wings to shield against the cold. You just wrap it around your wings and button it up. It won’t restrict your flight.” He hands the material to you. 

“I-I don’t th-think I can move right n-now.” My speech comes out stammered. 

“Oh.” Understanding washes over his face. “I mean, I can always put it on for you, but I know how Illyrians are with their wings and what it means or feels like when you touch their wings… You sure you would trust me with that?

I offer him a small smile. Kallias, ever the respectful gentleman. “I called you to come save my life didn’t I? I trust you. Go for it.”

He carefully unwraps the material and folds it over your wings, one at a time. He makes sure not to hit any sensitive nerve or brush across any talons in fear of hurting you. You shudder and lean into him when he accidently brushes a knuckles across a big nerve. 

Your chests are pressed up against each other, your head coming up till his chin. Almost out of reflex, his arms fold around you and his chin rests atop your head. You slowly pull your head back and look up at him through wet eyelashes. Kallias closes his eyes, almost like he was counting down to ten, controlling himself. 

But you didn’t want him to hold himself back. You wanted him to unleash himself, to let himself have what he wants, have you. Hell, he wanted to lose control. He wanted to surge forward and claim you, taste you. But he knew one taste wouldn’t be enough, and one taste was all he could ask for.

“Y/N…” He whispers into the cold, rigid air. Like a plea. Like a prayer.

“Kallias,” You reply, begging as much as he was. 

“You’re playing with fire, sweetheart.” He warns.

“Lucky for me, fire is exactly what I need right now.” You breathe out.

That seemed to do it. Seemed to melt whatever restraint he held up against himself. In the blink of an eye, you were pushed against the stone wall, his lips crashing against yours. He kisses, no, devours you whole. Your entire body is burning up in contrast to the weather outside. The entire moment is a blur, clashing of lips, tongue and teeth. Hands roaming each other’s bodies, searching for satisfaction. He holds your wrists up against your head and pins your body with his hips. He lets out a moan into your mouth, and you swallow the sound taking anything he will give you.

You both pull away gasping for air, staring into each other’s eyes. His lips travel down your jaw to your neck, peppering kisses on his way. He brings his lips near your ear and whispers, “The things you do to me Y/N…”

You push up against him in response, not having the mindset to formulate words. 

“C’mon sweetie, let’s get you back to the palace and arrange a warm bath for you with some good food.” He kisses your cheeks awaiting a response from you.

“That sounds great actually. Really fucking needed right now.” You breathe in his scent. He smells of pine, cloves and sparkling clementine. He smells so comforting. He feels like home. 

He chuckles lightly, “And maybe, if you end up feeling better, we can do the things you wanted to last time we met. You know the ones where you wanted to ride me into-”

“Okay stop for the cauldron’s sake.” You slam your palm over his mouth in embarrassment. “Fine yeah, we can go now.”

He huffs out a laugh and kisses the middle of your palms. “As you wish sweetheart.”

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