#Rest for you young man until you're able to train again

[pktearsoftazmily]

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As quickly as he could, an ice pack is brought out from the freezer, wasting no time in giving it to his caretaker. As he's handing it over, it's then he sees the black eye, gasping at the sight of how nasty it looked.

It's a relief to be told it had been through training, so Lucas didn't feel any anger because of this. Hearing how Raymona had done this by accident, it made him bite his lip, realising not to mess with her in a fight, because she's got some strength behind her.

"My day's been good. Been doing some art again. Boney's asleep on his bed, so I've been occupying myself because I wanted to get better at it. I made sure to feed him today, too. He's had all his basic needs met."

Poor Rayman, his eye looked sore. Poor Raymona, too, no doubt she's feeling guilty. He'd have to check on her later, make sure she'll be okay.

[siriusleee]

adamantine chains | part 4

"Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus." "What does that mean?" "Love is rich with both honey and venom." "I suppose that is true." Or which in König finds you broken in the mountains. A (brief) retelling of Cupid and Psyche. König | Reader

tags: smut, unprotected sex, drinking request a fic here | buy me a coffee so I don't have to work overtime and can write more chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4 | chapter 5 author's note: we're going to go on a slight pause. i am back to teaching the middle school youth of the us until the end of may and I am also working on my own 2 novels. i will be working on the next section of this story, just slower between work and all that.

The alcohol starts to go to your head with your second drink. You had never been a big drinker, and all the weeks at ‪König's had made your tolerance lower. ‪König had pressed the first drink into your hand when you arrived, the glass shaking in his hand; you pretended not to notice. 

"‪König we need to eat or I am going to throw up all over you."

"Ja?"

‪König is amused, peering at you over his own glass. You hadn't seen him take a drink, but three empty glass litter the table in front of him.

"Now Taube, you cannot be sick yet."

You let your head fall into one of your hands, weightlessness taking over you. 

"I am; I'm a cheap date. Was this your plan anyway? To get me drunk and take advantage of you?"

You realize you've said it wrong, and laugh, downing the rest of your fourth drink. 

"Is that your way of saying that you want to take advantage of me?" ‪König asks, hiding behind his drink; you can barely glimpse a hint of a blush that the mask doesn't cover. 

"I don't think I could even dream of taking advantage of you. You're too large."

You recognize the double entendre as you say it; you have to lean back in your chair and turn away from ‪König to try to hide the redness creeping up your neck. Thankfully the waiter interrupts the conversation; ‪König forces you to order, your broken German making him laugh. 

"You are a jerk ‪König, that poor man could barely understand me."

"You will never learn if you don't practice, Taube."

"Is that so?" You pause, stirring the ice left behind from your drink. "But if you want me to really learn, I think you need to tell me what Taube means. I want to be able to use it in conversation. "

‪König's chair groans under him as he shifts, eyes trained on the table.

"I told you, it means young woman."

"You're a terrible liar, ‪König."

He doesn't speak to you until the waiter brings a refill for your drinks. 

"It means," he trails off, searching for the words, "like a small, white bird."

"Like a dove?"

The thought makes you breathless, and you take a drink to distract yourself from the feeling. A drop of liquid falls on your chest, and before you can wipe it away ‪König is reaching across the table, fingertips tracing the wet trail. The both of you freeze - even‪ ‪König seems surprised by his action. You realize that the two of you might be drunker than either of you thought, and you wonder if he can feel the way your pulse quickens. 

‪König retracts into himself, hands under the table. You know by the way his shoulders tense that his hands are held in fists on his thighs. You want to reach under the table and take his hand, to loosen his fingers. 

"I'm-I'm going to go to the bathroom."

Your fingers tremble when you lock the bathroom door, and you press your hands against your forehead trying to will your pulse to slow down. You haven't felt this way in years, and you feel foolish, letting just a small touch of his fluster you.

You won't lie and say you haven't thought about ‪König like that, won't lie and say it wasn't the thought of him each night you buried your hands in your panties, wishing it was him, wishing that he would come in and take you. The thought makes your core warm, and your pulse starts to race again. 

You push past the feeling, forcing yourself to calm down so that you can go back out there and eat. At the table, ‪König is drinking another drink, he lets his mask fall when you sit down. Another drink is in front of you, and you down it. 

The rest of dinner and the ride home is blurry to you, but the feeling of ‪König's hand on your knee, gripping hard enough to make you want more, is sharp to you. When you two make it home, you take his hand and lead him through the house, snatching up the blanket on the couch before you lead him back outside.

You spread the blanket out on the ground, acutely aware in the far-off rational part of your brain, that your dress is hiked up too far to be modest anymore, too far for you to claim coyness later. When the blanket is fully spread, you sit down, rolling onto your back, the ground swimming beneath you. You pat the ground beside you, and ‪König eases himself down beside you.

He stretches out beside you, and you push your leg up against his, feeling the warmth of him through his pants. Trying to calm your heartbeat, you point upwards, tracing Ursa Minor with your finger. 

"You never see stars like this back home."

"Ja? It is my favorite part of living here. In the- in my job, they teach us how to read the stars, how to get back home."

"Yeah?"

‪König describes all stars to you, pointing out each constellation and how it leads you where you're supposed to. The two of you lay there for nearly an hour, watching the sky shift above you. The alcohol in your veins wans. ‪König's hand brushes against yours as he lowers it, and he doesn't move it.

 You feel suddenly bold and push yourself up. Before the insecure part of your brain takes over, you throw one leg over ‪König's waist, your dress riding up your thighs, your underwear the only material between you and him; the thought of that makes your stomach flutter. Your hands rest on his chest to steady yourself - under your hands, you can feel his pulse quicken and his breathing hitch. You keep yourself off him, trying to rest your weight on your knees instead of on him. He breaks the silence first, his hands held tightly in first beside your knees. 

"What are you doing Taube?"

"Do you trust me ‪König?"

You trace your hands down his arms until you reach his hands. He lets you loosen his fingers, his forearms relaxing until you place his hands on your thighs. ‪König's breathing stutters as he grips your thigh, hands covering an expanse of your skin. His thumbs brush the inside of your thigh and you wonder if he's doing it on purpose. He doesn't answer your question, so you lean closer to him. You can smell the traces of alcohol on both of you and feel the flush it gives you creeping up your body; under your hands, ‪König is burning up. 

"Because I trust you, ‪König." 

‪König's grip on your thigh tightens and the pressure makes you settle your entire weight on him. He moves faster than you'd think he could, sitting up underneath you. One of your hands reaches back and grips his thigh, holding you steady as he shifts underneath you until he's level with you. 

He pushes your hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. When he speaks, there is an undercurrent of desperation and disbelief. 

"How can you trust me, and you don't know anything about me? You don't even know what I look like."

Your fingers toy with the edge of his mask.

"Are you a hideous monster under there?"

"I might be."

His voice is tentative, and you know he's waiting on you to say something, to give some sort of reassurance. You drop your hands from his mask and settle them on his biceps. 

"I don't care what you look like, ‪König."

"I might be a horrible person, Taube. I might be a monster aside from the mask."

"Not to me."

You lean closer until you are pressing your forehead against his; you can feel his warm breath through his mask. 

"Do you want me ‪König? Because I want you."

He doesn't speak; instead, he stands, his hands wrapped around your back. You tighten your legs around his waist; the fabric of your panties rubs against the rough fabric of his pants and the feeling makes you shiver. ‪König shifts, hands sliding down to cup your ass. 

He carries you into the house, your hands sliding under the back of his mask to tangle in the hairs at the nape of his neck - the farthest you go, not wanting to scare him. ‪König doesn't drop you down as he ducks through the door, and you expect him to drop you on the couch, but he carries you to his room. 

Inside it's dark, so dark you can't see anything. It confuses you for a moment until ‪König takes one hand off of you and you feel him reach up and pull the mask off. You reach up to trace his face, fingers featherlight on his cheek. ‪König's knees hit the edge of the bed and he stumbles back, the two of you falling into the bed. You've barely hit the mattress before ‪König flips the two of you over, pressing you into the mattress. 

When he kisses you, it's clumsy and rough, teeth clipping yours with a frantic want. You're pushing your hands under his shirt, scar tissue, and soft skin shuddering under the touch of your palms. He's pulling your dress up and over your shoulders, only pulling away from you to pull it over your head. When it lands across the room, ‪König pulls away, burying his face in the nape of your neck. 

"I have thought about this so much Taube. Every night when I am gone, I think about coming home to you, about fucking you until the town can hear you begging for me."

The thought makes you squirm under him, he presses you harder onto the mattress as he trails his mouth down, wet and sloppy. He traces his tongue between your breasts, not stopping until he presses a kiss onto your hipbone. 

You want him so bad, you press your thighs together to give some semblance of relief. His hands sneak between your knees, prying them apart gently.

"I am going to ruin you Taube for anyone who else might try to come after me."

It's erotic, the way he's speaking in a way you hadn't dreamed of when you'd been in your room, fingering yourself with an urgency imagining it was him. He doesn't pull your panties down, instead, he presses his lips to them. It's like being hit with a bolt of lightning when he licks you through the material. 

"‪König please-"

"Are you wet already, Taube? I haven't even touched you yet."

You are and you know he can feel it; his fingers hook on the waistband of the panties and he pulls them down to your ankles. He doesn't give you a minute to breathe before he forces your knees apart before he circles your clit in a tight circle. The moan that escapes you is filthy, your hands grab his face and you try to force him down, to replace his finger with his tongue. 

He obliges you to feel stupid for the way your body shudders, the way you try to press your cunt to him. His hands hold your hips down and his tongue circles your clit maddeningly slow. He works you until you're almost finished before pulling away. He slips one finger into you; it's large enough to make you hiss and make your back arch off of the bed. Your hands search for his head, and you tangle your hands into his hair. ‪König moans when you tug his hair when his finger crooks inside of you. His thumb circles your clit at the same moment his fingers hit the right spot inside of you. You feel him smile against your thigh, sharp teeth nipping at the tender flesh.

"Just like that, Taube?"

His voice is teasing, different than you've ever heard him talk before. He does it again and you strain, trying to make him push in deeper. He slips another finger inside of you and quickens his pace. The coil in your stomach tightens, and his free hand presses down on the base of your stomach - he's everywhere, kissing the inside of your thighs, biting down hard enough that you know there'll be bruises tomorrow until finally, you break. You know this time is different, you can feel the rush of liquid between your thighs, feel the way ‪König tongue laps at you, licking all of it off of your thighs. A blush creeps up you when you realize he's made you squirt, and you try to wriggle away from him. He holds you down with one hand, his tongue still working at you. 

"‪König, please," you beg and he pulls away from you, nails in your skin. 

"What is wrong?"

"I've never - that has never happened to me."

You can feel his satisfaction in the air around you, in the way he trails kisses up your body, the way he flips you over so you're on top of him. You don't need to be able to see to line yourself up with him; his hands never leave you.

He cradles your back as you sink down on him. 

"Fuck ‪König you're so big - you're - fuck."

It's obscene: the way his fingers dig into your back, the way he stretches you out, the way you bite down on his shoulder to try to muffle the sounds you're making. You can't remember the last time you've been fucked like this, the last time you've wanted someone like this, and he hasn't even moved yet. 

He's whispering in your ear, German that you can't make out. One of his hands squeezes your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers. His other wraps around you, dips under your ass, and helps spread you open for him. 

"You're almost there Taube. I want to feel you fuck yourself on me, I want to feel you finish on my cock."

When you reach the base of his cock, you have to steady yourself on his shoulders. He waits for you, and you start to rock up and down. The feeling is intense, you can barely take it - the feeling of him stretching you out is enough to send you reeling. 

‪König's hands' ghost up your arms to cradle the back of your neck. All you can see of him in the dark is an outline; the mystery of what he looks like while he's so close to you is maddening. 

"You have to relax Taube."

"I'm trying, ‪König. I just -"

You're cut off by your own moan when ‪König shifts underneath you. He grips your waist to slow you down, to move you at the pace he wants to go. You can feel the pressure of him in your lower stomach, feel your orgasm building up slowly. You try to move faster, but ‪König's hands keep you moving at the pace he wants you to.

"Faster, please ‪König."

"Nein, Taube. Not yet."

The pace is so slow, you hear yourself begging him for more, for faster, but you can't understand yourself. ‪König increases the pace incrementally until you're fully bouncing on him, but it's still not enough.

Your begging finally gets to him, he flips you over, and presses you into the mattress. The pace is brutal, but he kisses you, muffling the sounds you make, the sounds he's making. The room is overwhelmed by the sound of skin on skin, of how wet you are for him. Your nails are scratching down his back, you know that tomorrow his skin will be red and borderline bloody. 

‪"‪König I'm- I'm going to-"

He presses a kiss to your temple, tracing the shell of your ear.

"Come on my cock, love. And then I can fill you up, I can make you mine."

His words tip you over the edge; you bite down on his shoulder to muffle the way you want to scream as you clench around him. It takes just a moment later before ‪König pushes into you, deeper than he has; you can feel the warmth of him finishing inside of you. He stills, and you can feel the anxiety coming over him in the way he starts to pull back, the way his hands pull away from you.

"‪König don't- don't go anywhere, please."

He's quiet, but he doesn't move away, instead shifting to lie down beside you. You catch his hand in yours and can feel his pulse beneath your hand. The room is quiet, as the two of you still, hands tangled with each other, and fall asleep.

When you wake up the next morning, blanket tucked around your shoulders, he's gone. 

[teaberrii]

Chapter 7: The Locket

You've been Cupid for as long as you can remember. You've brought countless soulmates together, yet you've never found love.

When you're assigned to bring two childhood friends back together, it should be simple until you unexpectedly catch feelings for the mysterious and cold Ph.D. student, Dan Heng, the man with a soulmate… the man with answers to your past.

Dan Heng/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on Ao3

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

After finishing telling Pom the nightmare you experienced, you chug the rest of your water. 

“Geezus, Cupid,” Pom continues. “I…”

"Never thought a haunted medieval castle would turn out to be a haunted erotica," you mutter, half-jokingly. "I'm done playing games, Pom."

You refuse to believe that what you saw had nothing to do with you. If it didn't, why were you the only one experiencing this? But after that traumatic event, you're done being clueless. You're done being messed with.

“I'm getting pieces that make no sense to each other, It’s time to start connecting them together.”

Pom has an uncharacteristically serious look on his face. "I'm with you. But how are we going to do that?"

You wish you have an answer. There must be a way, and you'll find it no matter what it takes.

“...I think we’ll need a little help.”

"Help? From who?" When Pom sees the look in your eyes, it's as if he reads your mind. He quietly gasps. "Don't tell me you're thinking about Dan Heng."

“I saw him again,” you say quietly. “I saw Young on the train where Dan Heng was standing.”

“But, will he really be able to help?”

"I don't know," you answer honestly. "But if I tell Dan Heng who I am… maybe that will trigger something."

“...Hey.” The rest of your friends approach you, and you and Pom get up from the bench. “Are you feeling better now?” Gepard asks.

“Much better.”

“What happened in there?” Stelle asks. She glances at Dan Heng. “He said he found you in the restricted area, and you got locked in.”

“...That’s right,” you say, looking at Dan Heng, who returns your look with a subtle gaze. It doesn't seem like he said anything more. “One of the zombies just really got to me, and I panicked.”

Gepard walks up to you with an apologetic look. “I’m really sorry for leaving you like that. I… didn’t know this would happen.”

You smile at him. “It’s fine.”

March stretches and groans. "Well, before we go, should we see what the parade is all about?"

“Good idea,” Stelle says.

You and Pom look at each other as if reading each other’s minds.

“C’mon then!” Pom says happily. “We don’t want to miss it!”

Pom starts ushering everyone away, but you grab Dan Heng's arm.

"Can we talk?" you ask quietly as he turns to face you.

He lets you pull him aside. “Is something wrong?”

“...It’s about what happened earlier.”

Are you going to tell him what's going on? He hopes so. After seeing how shaken up you are, he has a million questions but isn't sure whether it's appropriate to ask.

Where should you start? With Young? With who you are? Finally, you say, "When I was alone back there, I experienced something similar to my nightmares."

“...Nightmares?”

“Before coming here, I sometimes had nightmares of a burning terrain… a castle… It was like a war field. I had a hunch why I was having them, but after experiencing what I just did… I’m pretty sure they have something to do with my past. It’s also why I’m here.”

Dan Heng cannot think of any other explanation, but his theory sounds ridiculous. He isn't living in some crazy fantasy novel where mythological beings exist… right? But it did cross his mind. With you mysteriously knowing about his research and saying you saw his desires, there's only one absurd but logical reason.

“...You aren’t human.”

A slight pause.

“...You don’t sound surprised.”

“Who are you... really."

“Pom calls me Cupid. Take a guess.”

“The God of Love?”

“I’ve been bringing couples together for as long as I can remember because I was promised that I would figure out about my past. But it's starting to look like it's the people here who have something to do with it. Including you."

“...And Young. That’s why you asked about him, right?”

“You catch on fast.”

He looks away. “I’m piecing things together as I go.”

“I knew someone named Young, and I’ve been getting dreams and visions about him when I talk to you. Maybe it's because you look exactly alike.” You sigh. “But I’ve been told he’s no longer around.”

“...What you saw back there, did it have something to do with him?” Dan Heng asks.

“No,” you say quietly. “My dreams about Young are always… pleasant. But back there, that was…” You take a small breath. "I saw something like a massacre. And… a man and a woman… being intimate.”

This takes Dan Heng off guard as he’s left speechless.

“I have no idea who they are,” you add. “But the man said I went too far and”—your voice drops—”I started a war.”

“...A war?”

You shift uncomfortably. “Well, the woman hinted that I was intimate with that man before. It sounds like a bad revenge story."

You’re expecting a grimace, a sign of disgust, or a judgemental look from Dan Heng, but that never comes. Instead, he calmly asks, “...But, can you really take their word for it? It sounds like you’re getting bits and pieces everywhere. It'd be more important to get the bigger picture.”

"That's what I was telling Pom. I need to start making links… connections… or something that I can go on. That's why I decided to tell you about who I am. If you're Young... or somehow related to him, maybe it'll jog your memories."

“You said Young and I look like each other.” Then, hesitantly, “...What about the man and the woman? Did they look familiar?”

You shake your head. “I’ve never seen them before.”

“But maybe I have.”

You're starting to see where Dan Heng is going with this. If Dan Heng is Young's doppelganger or reincarnation, then there's a strong possibility that more of them exist. But what then?

“...I never knew about Young until you told me about him,” Dan Heng continues. “Even after you told me who you are, nothing comes to mind. But there must be a reason why he looks like me and…”

Is he… blushing, or is it just too hot?

“...And?”

“...And why I like you so much.”

The loud screams from the parade drown out his words. You turn and see a large magician-themed parade floatie slowly move along the street. Then, you turn back.

“Did you say something?” you ask. “I didn’t catch that.”

Dan Heng quietly sighs and looks away. “It’s nothing.” Then, with a small, gentle smile, “...I'd like to help if I can.”

"An extra hand never hurts," you say, returning his smile.

You’re walking next to Dan Heng toward the parade when he glances at you. “...You said you bring couples together. Does this mean you make them fall in love?”

“I don’t shoot arrows with weird spells on them if that’s what you mean. It’s supposed to be a natural process. I just… give them a little push.”

“Has it ever backfired?”

“Sometimes it takes a little more effort. But, in the end, they always end up together.”

“...You said before you were here for a job that involves me. By ‘job’ is that what you meant?”

“Yeah. You have a soulmate,” you say quietly.

“But I don’t believe in that.”

“It doesn’t matter whether you believe in them. It doesn’t change the fact that you have one.”

"...You said you've been doing this for a long time, but it's only now you're finding out about your past." He suddenly steps in front of you, making you stop. "I'd like to think this soulmate nonsense also ends here."

So, is he going to stop you from doing your job? That’d be interesting.

"I guess we'll see, won't we?" you say. "But I am a little curious… you seem strongly opposed to it. But you don't know who it is. You might change your mind."

“...I carve a path for myself, including who I choose to love. I don't want anyone else deciding that for me.”

Then, you hear March call your names and Dan Heng walks off without looking back. 

Despite the lively atmosphere, you can't help but occasionally glance at Dan Heng, who has his eyes on the parade almost the entire time. He would meet your eyes a couple of times, but you would look away. The distance between you two is occupied by Pom and Stelle.

“...Are you interested in Dan Heng?”

You turn to Stelle, surprised by the unexpected question. “Why do you ask?”

Stelle looks at you with a small smile. “He was really worried about you when you didn’t show up.”

You don’t look at her when you say, “...We’re friends.”

"Then… does that mean I can go for him?" You immediately look at her as the question takes you off guard. Then, she chuckles. "I'm kidding."

You remember that Dan Heng and Stelle drifted apart when she started her singing career. What brought them back together?

“I heard you were a singer before,” you say.

“Are you going to ask why I quit?" You don't say anything, so she says, "Let's just say that it takes more than just talent to 'make it' in the industry. Now that I'm an actress, there's more freedom in different aspects of my life... including whether or not I want to see somebody."

"It sounds like you have someone in mind."

She doesn't elaborate but gives you a small, ambiguous smile instead.

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The parade hasn't ended when you and your friends leave the bustling area. It's late afternoon, and Gepard suggests an early dinner as it'll start getting crowded.

You and Pom and walking behind everyone else when he asks, “How did things go with Dan Heng?”

“He said he’s happy to help me if I need it.”

Pom gasps and nudges you. “He’s a keeper.” You give him a deadpan look, and he quickly says, “Okay. No more jokes.”

“But he’s also curious about Young.”

“You also told him about Young? Well, it’d be strange if he wasn’t.”

“Anyway, even after I told him about Young and who I am, he doesn't remember anything. But, he brought up a good point,” you say, looking at Dan Heng, who’s talking with Gepard. “He might not be the only doppelganger here." 

"He may be right. But does this mean you're going to start hunting for people who may or may not exist? What if it turns out to be pointless?"

“Yeah, I get what you mean." You sigh. "I feel like we're missing something..."

“...Whatcha talkin’ about, Cupid?”

You immediately spin around at the low, masculine voice just as Pom gasps.

“N-Nanook!”

Wearing a black tank top and pants, Nanook is clearly enjoying the attention he's getting from some of the people passing by.

“What are you doing here?” you finally ask, flabbergasted.

“Hey!” You turn around and see your friends walk over. March looks at Nanook and back to you. “Is he a friend of yours?”

Nanook puts his hands on your shoulders and smiles widely. “We go a long way back. Right, Cupid?”

You shrug off his grip and frown. “...He’s just someone I know.”

“Ouch. Not even a friend? You hit right where it hurts.”

“He’s the guy I told you about,” Pom says to Dan Heng and Gepard. “The one who won’t leave her alone.”

Nanook narrows his eyes. “...Is this who I think it is?” He walks up to Pom and looks him up and down. “Huh… never thought you’d make a decent-looking human, rabbit.”

“Hey!”

“Rabbit?” March asks.

Nanook looks at your friends and back at you. “Aren’t you supposed to be working? What are you doing hanging out with these—”

“They’re my friends,” you deadpan.

“What do you mean she’s supposed to be working?” Stelle asks.

"It's nothing," you say, turning to her, but you eventually look at Dan Heng instead.

Then, he walks up to you. “...If this person isn’t important, let’s go.”

Nanook scoffs. “Not important?” He walks up to him, but you step in front of Dan Heng. “...You think I’ll hurt him?”

“Just leave him alone.”

Nanook rolls his eyes but suddenly yells when someone pulls on his earlobe.

“We aren’t here to cause trouble, Nanook. Behave yourself.”

You look past the God to see a woman with glossy skin and long, silky black hair pulled into a high ponytail, leaving a few strands to frame her face that looks like she hasn't had a clogged pore in years. Wearing a pair of high-waisted shorts and cropped tee, her curvy figure is just as flawless as her skin. You've never seen this woman before, yet your gut tells you exactly who it is.

“Idrila!” Pom says. “You’re here, too?”

She smiles, showing her perfectly straight and white teeth. “That’s right.”

“...Who's this?” Gepard asks.

“A friend,” you say.

You're a little amused that Gepard can't seem to take his eyes off her. But that's when you remember Dan Heng. You look slightly behind you and see that his stoic expression hasn't changed.

Idrila loops her arm around you. "Do you mind if we borrow her?" She looks at Pom. "And Pom, too, of course."

“Oh, um, yeah, go ahead.”

It sounds like she even has March at a loss for words.

Idrila grabs Nanook’s arm. “C’mon, stop giving the kid the stink eye.”

“I’m not!”

Idrila pulls you and Nanook aside while Pom follows. A short distance away, she lets you go and takes out a small, round locket with a thin gold chain. A sun is in the center while being embraced by a crescent moon. 

“Himeko forgot to give this to you,” Idrila says, handing you the locket. “So, she sent us.”

“She needed both of you just to give her a locket?” Pom asks, skeptical.

“Look, it was the perfect opportunity for a little vacation,” Nanook says. “Besides”—he looks around with a curious look—“it was getting boring up there. I'm always up for a daring adventure.”

“...I think I saw this locket before.”

“You did?” Pom asks you, Then, he looks at it curiously. “Where?”

“Around Young’s neck on the train." Then, you try opening it, but no matter how hard you try, it won't open.

"Good luck on getting that open," Nanook says. "We've already tried."

You frown. “Someone was a little too curious.”

“Himeko told us beforehand,” Idrila clarifies. “We thought we'd try it out.”

“By the way… who's Young?” Nanook asks. He looks over his shoulder and sees your friends chatting. “Is it that dark-haired kid? He thinks he’s being subtle, but I know he’s been looking this way. Well, let’s be more specific.” Nanook looks at you. “He’s looking at you. Don’t tell me you’re having a lil fun on the side, Cupid.”

“I wish,” you mutter.

“Oh, you haven’t seen Lan by any chance, have you?” Idrila asks. “He’s still not back.”

“I’d like to think that he’s finally letting himself loose and having some fun,” Nanook says. “This is his territory, after all.”

“...Did Lan grew up here?” you ask.

“That’s right, sweetheart.”

You almost cringe at the new nickname, but an idea suddenly hits you. Dan Heng enlightened you with the possibility that other doppelgangers or reincarnations exist. If Lan has been around Xianzhou for a while, he may know about them. Could there be some secret to doppelgangers that he knows about?

“Hey!” March calls. “Are y’all ready to go or what?”

Your friends walk over, and Stelle asks, “If you don't have any other plans, why don’t you join us for dinner?”

Nanook and Idrila glance at each other. “Us?”

“Why not?” Gepard says.

The thought of Nanook joining the group for dinner doesn't sound like a great idea, but of course, the God of Destruction thinks differently.

He smiles. “Well, I don’t see why not.” He looks at you with a playful smile. “It’d be our first dinner together.”

“And our last,” you deadpan.

“...Wait. What if Himeko finds out?” Pom asks quietly.

“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” Idrila says.

"Himeko?" March asks. "Who's she?"

"Someone who likes to enforce rules on people for her entertainment," Nanook says bluntly.

"After the stunt you pulled, I think there's a reason why she enforced rules on having limited contact with humans," you mutter, thinking back to the time Nanook's desire for fun nearly ended up killing a mansion full of people.

Nanook looks at you. "What was that, sweetheart?"

"Don't call me that."

Stelle chuckles. "You two get along well."

Before you can say anything else, March says, "Less talking! More walking!"

You’re trailing a little behind your friends as you start thinking about how you can get in touch with Lan. Unlike Nanook, he isn’t someone to run his mouth about all the awesome things he’s been doing or why he’s even here. Then again… Lan doesn’t seem like the type who randomly goes for a vacation. Is there another reason why he’s here?

It takes a little while to notice that Dan Heng is walking beside you. When you look at him, he glances at you but stays silent. Perhaps he knows you're onto something.

“...Your friends,” Dan Heng says, “Are they also Gods?”

“That’s right.” 

"I guess you've known them for a long time."

"Idrila has always been great. And, well, as much as I hate Nanook, he's still someone that kept me company." When Dan Heng stays quiet, you take out the golden locket from your pocket. “Have you seen this before?”

Dan Heng could’ve just looked at it from your hand, but instead, he takes it, and when his fingers touch your palm, your heart races a little.

After looking closely, he says, "I haven't."

“Could you try opening it?” He does, but when it doesn’t open, you sigh. “...Thought so.”

“You can’t open it either?”

"No… Apparently, no one can. I think this belonged to Young."

“...How do you know?”

“I saw it around his neck on the train.” You glance at Dan Heng. “...He was standing where you were supposed to be.”

"If this belonged to him, then"—Dan Heng turns to face you, and you stop with him—"maybe it holds something special inside."

He opens the necklace and looks at you as if asking permission to put it around your neck. You don't object, so he leans closer and carefully slips it around you. Once again, you smell his cologne, but your chest feels tight. Dan Heng leans upright but stops a comfortable distance from your face. Close enough that it feels intimate but far enough that he isn't invading your personal space. His blue eyes shine as he looks at you, and your heart thunders in your chest.

Suddenly, you hear a loud cough.

You and Dan Heng turn, and Nanook and Pom look at you skeptically.

“We noticed you were falling behind,” Pom says.

“Didn’t think you’d be staring into each other’s eyes like leads of a cheesy rom-com drama,” Nanook deadpans.

You awkwardly clear your throat. “Didn’t think you would know what that is.”

“I keep up with the times.”

“Riiight,” you say skeptically. “Never penned you as a rom-com kind of guy, Nanook.”

Then, you start walking away with Pom hot on your trail.

When Dan Heng is about to follow you, Nanook swings an arm around his shoulder. “...Do you like her, kid?” Dan Heng shrugs off Nanook’s arm and continues walking, but the God of Destruction won’t let it end there. “It’s cute, y’know, a human… and a God.” Dan Heng gives him a side-eye just as Nanook says, “It’s not going to work, so you might as well give up now.”

Dan Heng stops, and with a straight face, he says, “But why does it look like I'm having better luck than you had in a long time?"

Then, he walks away, but hears the God scoff and then mutter, "Cheeky little bastard."

Chapter 8

End notes: I'll be gone on vacation for a week after this update. But I'll be bringing my laptop with me, so I'll be working on the next chapter whenever I can :>

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[blue-howlite]

Do you have any hcs about Li Ling and his love language being physical touch with reader?

Oh my gods no I don't but I'll fix this immediately.

Li Ling x Reader, headcanons

Type: fluff. Pure fluff.

Warnings: Physical touch as a love language so I wouldn't recommend this to all the haphephobic fellas out there, aside from that nothing really. Maybe NSFW if you squint really hard and already have a 'horny disgrace' mindset.

Yn = Your name

First off, I think that physical touch would naturally be his primary love language. The second is quality time together.

But we're focusing on physical touch here.

As I said in a previous post, he has six arms and he'll always have at least one of them on you. Either walking hand in hand, or he has an arm around your shoulder, or even just your arms touching.

If he can't touch you because you're in a very formal setting, like a meeting or something, he'll poke you every time he has to get your attention or say something to you. He thinks he's very subtle, but he's not.

If either one of you has been away, maybe a mission or regular work if you're not an Esper, once you meet again the first thing he does is hugging you. Like bear hug. You're not getting away from him again any time soon.

I also said this in a previous post, but he like to just carry you around with his six arms, like a backpack. Literally, if you two have to go somewhere together, you're not walking. You're either in his arms or in his arms.

I feel like he's the type that expresses his love at all times. He doesn't have a "right time right place" policy. He loves you, so he'll show it to you.

Which I'll admit can be a bit overwhelming.

If you ever need a little break from his affections or some you time, he might not like it but he'll give you your space.

If you think he doesn't give the vibes of someone like that, remember that he was trained by Yun Chuan since a young age. The man that tried covering his eyes when a woman was in a night dress that was a bit revealing. Li Ling was definitely taught respect for personal boundaries, you can't tell me otherwise.

So yeah he might be a dork sometimes but he is ✨ respectful ✨ and he will respect you.

Back to the matter at hands, sleeping together. His hands won't leave your body.

No you horny disgraces, go back to horny jail, today isn't feeding day.

He is the big spoon and will fall asleep like that. If you want to try to be the big spoon, you'll have to deal with his extra arms so it's not super comfortable.

But that's not the only way you'll sleep together.

If you come back later than him you'll find him already in bed and he might look asleep... but the moment you get to the bed he's hugging you and mumbling "Good night". You're not getting away until he wakes up.

If he comes back later than you and you're already asleep, he'll lay close to you, rest his forehead against yours, and fall asleep like that. He doesn't want to wake you.

But.

If you fall asleep facing away from his side of the bed.

If you dare to.

He will sulk. Like you can't see him because you're asleep but I promise, the moment he sees he can't press his forehead against you, he's sulking. I know.

He'll move little by little, in order to not wake you up, until he's spooning you. And he will hold you tight. Not enough to hurt you or wake you up, but enough to stop you from getting away from him in the morning. And he won't let you go for a while even when he wakes up.

Because he like cuddles.

He really likes cuddles.

He'll agree to waking up early in the morning just to be able to cuddle with you more before work.

He won't have you sitting in his lap only because he's low-key hyperactive and never sits down.

But you can sit on his shoulders if you don't like to be carried like a bag by his extra arms.

No seriously I didn't mention this earlier but this man doesn't mind, whatever size you are it's fine, he doesn't have six arms for nothing.

If you're chubby or buff he'll use his extra arms and keep you by his side, if you're thin he'll lift you with only one arm and move you around just for giggles, if you're medium he'll carry you around koala style. Either way, he's having fun and making it enjoyable for both of you.

Again, all of this with your consent. He's ✨ respectful ✨.

But honestly just get used to his hands being constantly on you, he loves you and needs to express his love.

[dearweirdme]

Hello,

as there's still a discourse around the enlistment and the enlistment process going on I thought I might give some more information. I'm a non-shipper, so I don't have any horse in this games. I just want to share some information that I got through a Korean friend, whose boyfriend enlisted a few years ago.

First of all, I want to clear up what Jungkook said in the live before all 4 of them enlisted. Jungkook said he wants to join the special forces. The translation is correct. But what the translation didn't do is to specify which kind of special forces. There's more than one special force. Taehyung joined one. He applied to and entered the 특임군사경찰, which is the Army Military Police Special Duty Team, shortened to SDT. The lenght of enlistment is only the regular time. Now, the special forces Jungkook mentioned in the live were the 특전병 which basically is Republic of Korea Army Special Warfare Command, in short ROK-SWC. Now other than Taehyung's special forces, the service term for ROK-SWC lasts 4 years and 3 months. Both special forces have a different application code too. Taehyung's is 321102, while Jungkook's is 112100.

Now, and that only is an assumption on my part, Jungkook was half joking when he said he wanted to join the ROK-SWC because joining these forces would pretty much end BTS.

Now, as you already clarified, there's no such thing as "too young" for enlistment. As soon as young man hit the age of 18 they're able to enlist. And a lot of non-famous men do enlist pretty early to get it over with. My friend's boyfriend for example enlisted when he was 21 years old. As soon as you fill out the application, the military will call you up as soon as possible. Age doesn't matter here. You do not need to go when you turn 18, every men in South Korea can wait up until 28 if he wants to. Most men decide to finish school and one or two years of university before enlisting.

Now what you might have misunderstood is the postponing. No men up until 28 is "postponing" their military service, it's their right to choose when to go within that time frame. So they also don't need to revoke any postponement. That also applies to the younger BTS members. Now what's special about BTS is, is that thanks to a newish law in place, BTS was able to postpone their military until they're 30 years old. The law applies to all Koreans who received government medals for helping spread or elevate South Korea's culture influence around the world. BTS got said medal in 2018. So effectively only the older members withdrew their postponement, the rest were still in the regular time frame. To enlist they just had to apply.

I do believe the four of them went at the same time to make sure they'll be back in time for Festa in 2025. But to do so there was no need for any of them to apply for the buddy system. They could've all gone separately, if they wanted to.

Now, to the buddy system. The buddy system was implemented to give enlisted soldiers a partner and friend at their side to go through 18 months of enlistment and to protect them from mental harm. When entering through buddy system you're guaranteed to be with your buddy until you finish your service. You're guaranteed to be employed in the same unit and to live in the same barracks. The perks though also come with consequences. Buddies always get send to the harshest units, often times directly to the border to North Korea. To apply for the buddy system you have to go through a lottery system. The buddies are picked randomly. If you're not picked you have to start the enlistment process again which would then lead to a later enlistment than planned. How much the company was able to influence the lottery is obviously speculation.

Now I saw many shippers say that Jimin and Jungkook are not in the same unit anymore but that is factually wrong. After they finished their basic training, Jimin and Jungkook joined the 5th Infantry Division in one of the artillery battalions. Different to Jin who's still deployed at the training camp to assist new recruits. What I think confuses a lot of shippers is that Jimin and Jungkook work different jobs within said unit. Jungkook is working as a kitchen police and Jimin is working in the fire direction center. There are plenty of different jobs within a unit but it is still the same unit. It's just like an office worker and a car mechanic working in the same car workshop but one is doing all the paperwork while the other is repairing the cars. Jimin and Jungkook still see each other every day and due to buddy system they also share the same dormitory.

Another misconception that I saw is that couples are not allowed to enlist through buddy system. This is not true. Technically couples are able to enlist together. As long as they're not out. The military still discriminates homosexual men until this day. If you're out, it's possible that already during the examination before enlistment you can be marked as having a "mental handicap" or "personality disorder" which would lead to not being allowed to do active service. There's still a law in place that forbids any sexual activities between two men on base. If caught, you might face time in prison or, if you're "lucky", you're gonna be dishonorably discharged. Up until 2022 it was even forbidden for two enlisted men to have sexual intercourse off base. However the Supreme Court ruled that this law cannot be applied to consensual acts off base and during off duty hours. If a couple enlisted together but don't come out until after service, they wouldn't face any repercussions. Now is it smart for a couple to take that risk? My personal opinion? No, probably not. Not because them being a couple in general would get them in trouble with the law, as long as they don't have any intimate interactions on base they're good, but the risk of getting outed in an already stressful situation like the military would outweigh the pros of having my partner with me. But that's my opinion on that.

Now does it mean that Jimin and Jungkook are so much closer with each other than they're with the other members because they enlisted together? No. They simply chose not wanting to be alone. Namjoon wasn't allowed to use the buddy system, Taehyung clearly wanted to do the same thing his Wooga friend did before him. So if I had to enlist, I would also want to be with my friend if possible. Both sides, Jikookers and Taekookers, are in the wrong here, in my opinion. Jikookers make the joined enlistment more than it is, no, them enlisting together doesn't make them a couple and Taekookers downplay the joined enlistment, no Jungkook and Jimin were not forced by the company. In the end all members are close. And sometimes I have the feeling some shippers have a hard time accepting that.

Ok, I apologise for the wall of text but I hope I was able to give you guys some more information. If you have more questions, feel free to ask. Hope you have a very nice day. :]

Hi anon!

Thanks for the insight! This all does make sense.

I did especially read about the postponement though (but it’s a minor detail, so no need to make a big fuss out of things, just so I can understand the whole better). https://blogs.loc.gov/law/2022/12/falqs-the-conscription-system-of-south-korea/

“A Korean man also can choose when to perform his military service by requesting postponement of the day for fulfillment of duty. (MSA art. 60.) For any person who is unable to fulfill his duty on the date due to disease, mental or physical disorder, disaster, employment, education, or family issues, among other things, as prescribed by the Enforcement Decree of MSA (Decree No. 281, Feb. 1, 1950, as amended), the date may be postponed upon request. Usually, one request for postponing the call-up is for 1 or 2 years, and the maximum number of requests is five. However service must begin before one turns 30. (Id. art. 61.)”

[simpingwriter]

Cal Kestis x Kyra Yarmot

'In the Name of Love' pt.5

Okay so before some hard-core Star Wars fans come after me to take my head off and put it on an oversized death stick in the comments for the end of the chapter...I know. I am a huge fan of that series myself, I know that event didn't happen during Cal's Story...by a long run. But this is a fanfic. Not Canon. So now it did happen before/during Cal's (and Kyra's) Story.

If you don't care about intermixed Timelines, enjoy! :)

Word Count: approx. 3.000 Words

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Screams of the other Padawans and the still helpless younglings filled the air, the smell of blood put your senses to overdrive as you were pulled through hallways at the hands of am older man wearing ripped up Jedi robes.

Your master. He was trying to get you out of here. Where was here again?

"We need to hurry, Kyra, the entire Temple is under siege and it's certain they'll first stop when they have reached their goal!" The temple.

You remember, you're in the Jedi Temple of Coruscant! You were about to return to your small room to rest after hours of training your newest technique with your Master. Your body felt limp, useless. Powerless.

You couldn't defend yourself or him.

So when they broke down the pneumatic doors to the elevators, your last resort was to follow his command to hide behind a pillar until he was done.

He got overwhelmed by the blasters, was no longer able to reflect them all on his own and he got shot down in cold blood by…by Clones? But they were…they were your friends, weren't they on your side?

You're just about to run out to your hurting master as you felt a gloved hand hold you back. N-no. They found you... They were going to kill you! You don't want to die!

"It's me, Zeta…and the rest of the team."

That voice.

This wasn't just any Clone, those were under your maaters order! Without hesitation, they shot at their own comrades, taking them down by the element of surprise. That gave you the opening to run to your Master's side, groans of pain growing weaker by the moment.

You have to help him! Please! Anybody!

"Don't cry, Kyra." You weren't crying…right?

"No attachments…remember their rules…"

"Master Tegra! Please, you're going to be alright, right!? You can't leave me alone! Please!"

You forgot all the rules he taught you, so you wouldn't fall out of line in front of the other Mentors and the council. You screamed from your lungs, felt your throat grow sore, probably drew all kinds of attention to yourself.

You didn't care.

"Z..Zeta." "...Yes sir?" "...from here…care of her…from today…you're under…" You couldn't follow the things they said, too busy trying to find ANY way to keep him from hurting anymore Not Master Tegra. Not your Master!

"Kyra." Your name, awfully weak on his lips, grabbed your attention, "You're still far…too young…for it…but I won't…require it any longer. From…today…it is yours."

You hear distant feet running closer, Zeta is about to pull you away as your hands take what he gave you.

His lightsaber.

He wasn't coming with you, he wouldn't stay with you...

The realization came too late for you to say your proper goodbyes.

"Master?" "Go. You need to…survive."

Zeta and the other Clones of your troop carried you away, your small hands grabbed tightly yet shaking around the last thing he had gifted you.

His lightsaber. . .

Blaster fire right behind you. In front of you.

Smoke.

The smell of burnt hair, flesh, bones and blood.

Their horrifed screams, their last screams, filled your ears.

The screams of all those just as unlucky as Master Tegra.

They got louder. And louder.

And louder.

You no longer heard anything else but their screams of mercy...

"KYRA!"

You sit up in your bed with a start, hitting your head against the small shelf above it in the process, but the shock didn't let you feel the impact much. The mattress under you was wet, you were wet. You sweat through everything you wore and laid on. You seriously hoped it was sweat, for your dignity.

The worried sick face of Cal was next to your cod, his green eyes scanning your face for anything that answered his questions while you recovered from the shock. He leaned on said shelf with one hand while the other hung down his side.

That was just a nightmare…it wasn't real.

And yet, you still faintly caught a whiff of burnt hair and skin.

Swallowing your sudden sickness at the memory alone, you finally looked at Cal.

"Cal…" "Again?" You nod back without another word, going to hug yourself for warmth, but as so often by now, he came in quicker, engulfing you in his arms, pressing you tightly against his unwavering chest. You cringe at his unbothered contact with you in your current state, knowing you had to be slick with fear-sweat.

"Everything will be alright, Kyra. We've got each other now, you're no longer alone…remember that." He mumbles sweetly, his dominant hand going small routine circles on your back, well, between your wings…

It has been three months now since you joined the Mantis crew.

Three months of you no longer having to fend for yourself anymore.

Two months and 28 Coruscant Rotations or days since Cal and you started to do this…together. As a team of two.

"Was it the same one again?" "Uh-huh…"

It has been happening more and more since a month, plaguing your sleep at least every second day by now. "You said you didn't have them when we sha-" "I'm fine Cal, I promise." You probably weren't. But it embarrassed you too much that you had to squeeze onto his or your small bed, in secret nonetheless, to not get followed by these by now years old demons.

Sometimes, you didn't have nightmares of your past…of the events of Order 66 and the following Purge. Sometimes they were something you already had as a child. Visions.

You had warned your Master months before it happened, but he couldn't listen to you. He wanted to, he assured you that.

You had been nothing but a Padawan. Nevermind that you had such visions in your sleep before, all of them which came true in some shape or form, though not always in the way your vision would show you.

They never showed good things.

Only despair. Essentially, you had been a harold of death, one that no one believed.

Cal kept you in his embrace for good five more minutes before you untangled from each other, knowing that you didn't want to be caught by the others. Hugs on their own were okay…but you both wore only minimal clothing for sleeping. And it still made both of you blush like red lava cakes whenever your bodies touched each other.

"We shou- " "Y-yeah, before they see us I guess…yeah…" He mumbles awkwardly when his arms unwrap from your back, still found the time to admire your face up close with a tired smile though while he was doing so.

"My pretty Dragonfly…" had only been able to get muttered in time as he placed his lips on yours, a small groan in his throat at how eager you were to kiss back, just like usual. And why shouldn't you, you choose this. To break the rules with him and not someone else.

You formed a special kind of attachment after the Force itself had led you to each other. Was it love? You didn't know. Tegra once told you how love was supposed to feel. And...you're sure...it did feel like it. But love wasn't something you're supposed to have to hide. Unless you were Jedi, like you and Cal.

You both lost yourself shortly in what was supposed to be just a peck on the lips by him, his body weight letting you both fall back onto your creaky bed with small quiet chuckles against each others lips. This wasn't the subtle way you meant to go at this, he was supposed to end the hug, not start a make out!

And at the same time, you weren't able to take your lips away from him either, his were eager ones. almost as if he would starve without at least one more minute with your gentle ones all alone. Well except BD. But he wasn't a snitch, he rooted for you two anyways.

"I wish we had more private…ah…more private time on planets again." You whine out from in-between his lips, an embarrassed small moan slipping from yours as one of his hands slipped and went to…new found land...on accident.

Truth be told, the last time you had really been able to stay for longer on a planet, like that day and night back on Bardotta…it's been a good month, by GSC. And on the Mantis, people forget what knocking is, they just…come in.

Especially Greez after he warmed up to you, finally fully realizing and knowing that you didn't go Feral in your head at the sight of him. Or any prey animal for that matter.

Like you were missing that particular gene.

Didn't mean that you couldn't get exceptionally aggressive when agitated.

"Kyra? Cal? You two up yet? It's breakfast time already! And I tried a new smoothie recipe too!" Merrin shouts from luckily the door frame itself. She fortunately didn't come all the way to the workbench, otherwise she would've gotten a real good view of Cal slowly losing himself in exploring your scales down your shaking body, you yourself holding back any moan he could try to pull from you.

"Yeah, we- we're already up! Just five more minutes!" "Any longer and I would've pulled you by the hair anyways, Kestis!" She playfully threatened as you hear her feet walking away again. Of course forgetting to close the damn door. What else.

Cal had managed to distract you so much, you didn't even hear or sense her arrival. This could've ended badly.

"Sorry…i-i don't know what came over me. I-I saw your- I mean, I saw…" and like a switch, he went back to being the embarrassed boy everyone knew. As if he wasn't inches and surely seconds off from feeling your chest and knead them in his hands. He did that once before, but quickly stopped doing that on the Mantis since your reaction to it almost had the whole crew at your door. What are you supposed to do if you had never been touched there before and your nippels are sensitive like landmines during a groundquake?

A quick last peck on his lips, wet from a mix of your saliva, shut him up as you grin at him, "It's alright, Cal. I will find some time for us alone…then you can explore all you want." You tease at the lobe of his ear, feeling him physically shake at your promise before he sighs. He had to part from you now, otherwise Merrin would probably really try and drag him out of here.

He remembered being called a pervert by her for almost seeing your unfolded Wing while you changed, the wing of his girlfriend! Well, they didn't know that. But your WING! THEY WERE ALWAYS NAKED!

"Ready?" You ask through his thoughts, an annoyed grunt all he was able to muster as he came out from his side of the partition, today his old Bracca Poncho on. He liked it – from all of the Ponchos he had – still the most. Sometimes he actually missed being able to hide. To not have to fight and be on the run, as it were quiet days on the Scrap Yard Planet, with Prauf and the other scrappers...

But this was his…you two's mission now.

He would ask you about that kind of feeling later…but not now. They were the kind of thoughts he didn't want Cere to hear.

"There they are! I was worried for a moment you fell back asleep!" The woman in question said, waving you over to the coffee table, which you promptly sat at, grabbing at a piece of bread, lightly slapping Cal'soff as he went for the same peice. Merrin was still in the kitchen, three freshly made smoothies in her hands. "Good morning, sleepy heads, I was more worried you would never stand up! And here. Try them." Sitting down next to Cal, still rubbing his hand, acting like a damn child like usually, she hands you both a chilled glass with greenish liquid inside. Green, of course.

Maybe you didn't go feral at prey animals. But you still liked, no...loved...meat, so the sight of something so incredibly green, makers…

"What…what's in there to make it so…green?" Cal asked just as puzzled as you were, watching Merrin intently at taking the first sip of her own glass. Her eyes set on him, she realized her expression was actually being scrutinized thoroughly by the both of you, holding back a grimace, "It's…good."

Sure.

Bravely, you shrug and take a way too big sip. Instantly you regret that move. It was so incredibly bitter.

Your eyes almost teared up slightly as you forced the stuff already in your mouth down before looking at Merrin, "You're right...it's good. Try it, Cal." If you had to, he did too.

Unfortunately trusting you with too much sometimes, he nods before taking a similar bog gulp like you. Unlike you, he had no gag reflex whatsoever, a split second later it was back in his cup with a splash as he glared at both of you, you for deciding to even participate in her lie, "What the hell, Merrin…" "I probably used too much Curmarin. This was supposed to be sweeter…" she laughs awkwardly before taking the awful liquid from your hands to dispose of it. You couldn't even feed the Boglings on Bogano with that...

So normal breakfast it was-

Wait a minute…

Just on your path to grab a new slice of bread – the first stolen by Cal while you were distracted of karking course – you had been sure you felt something call out for you.

And again.

This had to be from a planet nearby.

Climbing over Cal's lap in a hurry – the sharp knife-like tip of your tail missing him by an inch, at least by the air he sucked in – scaring up the rest and Cal of course as well, you rush to the cockpit to look through the windows.

You were passing a planet, one you knew too.

A lawless planet – formerly relatively orderly – in which crime was now able to flourish without big interruption since the Empire came out to play. You had been once, 5 years ago and had made one crucial enemy, or so it seemed.

"Greez?!" You turn around like stung by ten bees at once, eyes wide, "Can you get us down to this planet? Now?" The Latero almost dropped his toasted bread at you suddenly raising your voice and everyone seemed to suddenly be on edge as he turns around, "B-but we didn't even fini-"

"I sensed my Lightsaber!"

Unable to hide his shared and very high interest, Cal now dropped his own food back in the plate in front of him and rushed to your side at the cockpit, pressing himself skin to skin as you point at the planet you just began to pass past fully now. "But are you certain?" Cere asks as she more calmly joins you two as you nod strongly. "It…I felt it calling out to me."

Her eyes harden, trusting in your instincts, "Fine then. Greez, you can eat once we're in the atmosphere!"

You hear a muffled curse as he throws his bread back onto his plate, stomping over to his place as the captain, "Maybe I should teach at least ONE of you how to fly her…as much as it pains me." He groans, pulling the Mantis out of "Cruise Mode"...which was essentially the lowest setting on acceleration for the Mantis.

"I mean…you never even asked if one of us can…" you mumble, picking at some dry skin around your claws' base as the older man stops what he's doing for a moment. "You're saying you can-" "Fly a ship? Yes. Yes I can. I was taught early." Sure, some ship controls were different from each other, but you could navigate most of them since the look of buttons and switches usually didn't change much instead.

Greez for one moment looks at the controls, you and then his food back at the table.

Then shook his head. "Not today, kid. I need nerves of durasteel and a full stomach to watch someone touch my baby." Understandable.

So instead, you situate yourself in the chair next to Cal's, watching the turn of direction.

Down to Tatooine you go…

As the Mantis landed and the boarding door went down, a feeling of mild regret hit you. You somehow have a wrong memory of how hot this shithole really was.

"Oh I will get wingburn so badly…" you grunt out but it deterred you not much as you turned to Cal. He nodded, he was ready as well.

"Be careful out there, the Empire isn't the only dangerous thing here…" Cere warns, unnecessarily too as the Bounty Hunters – which you were sure she meant – are the reason you're here in the first place.

If you found the droid karker who attacked you, you couldn't promise anybody that you held back like a Jedi should…

But where would he be, surely not like an idiot in the Tavern?

As you stopped on the rocky surface, on a place a bit higher than the small town you landed near, you felt Cal tap you on your shoulder. In his hand was a thin scarf, from the dimmed color, you took that it probably belonged to Merrin beforehand and he talked her into giving him two. "Against the sand…and the heat too, to some extent." "Thanks…look, that's the guild I got into…slight problems…a few years ago."

A sleazy tavern right in the middle of a just as sleazy town, it made Cal pull his eyebrows up in surprise. "What was 14 year old you doing in…this place?" He had all right to wonder, not exactly safe for normal kids. But were you ever normal? You had no major problem with surviving back then…

What you had a major problem with was not starting a fight.

"I never really told you who I was with back then, did i?" "Mhmm…not really. You mentioned that it was Clones though."

Those were the people who you had been with since the beginning of this.

Zeta, their captain and his five subordinates. He was a bit of a failed Clone, his appearance was nothing like that of the normal Clones. He had black hair and his skin was many shades lighter than that of the rest. All that made him not any less loyal.

But the person you tagged along with later on was the reason you even came here.

"Them and I, we ran into a Mandalorian Bounty Hunter about two years after the attack on the Temple. He was badly injured, on the run from a failed contract. So we took him onto our ship and I took care of his wounds, which indebted him to us due to the Creed he lived under…"

A stoic, rarely laughing and always working man. But he was not just a good Teammate. He became a great friend, next to Zeta and your old Master probably the best you had before Cal came.

"Is he…" You nod, keeping the tears from starting to fall by scanning the area below for anything majorly hostile.

"He gave his life for mine and the kid's…"

"The kid?" "I tell you once we're done here…okay? Too much potential danger if we stay still for too long in the wrong place." You talked your way out of having to tell him about one of the probably worst memories you had, well next to that night of the attack.

You had to find your lightsaber first, then you could cry yourself into his lap…well, if you would let yourself cry even more in front of him today...

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Interrupted Rituals: Affections Undulled By Distance

The ship of the Crimson Gull pirates was a galleon of respectable size, christened the Screaming Jenny. While Alan ingratiated himself with the crew, Lana spent her days with single-minded focus, training to the total exclusion of any acquaintanceship the other pirates had to offer.

"You know, love, I'd have thought you would have at least asked out our heist plan by now."

Bracken approached her after a week, interrupting her meditation.

"I just kind of figured you would let me know what I need to know when I need to know it," Lana shrugged.

"I suppose that's fair. Mind if I sit with you?"

"I wouldn't be so bold as to tell you what to do on your own ship," Lana sighed. "Though if it's conversation you're looking for, you ought to look elsewhere. I'm meditating."

"You're training incredibly hard," Bracken noted. "What for?"

"General piracy," Lana replied. As much of a disruption as Bracken caused her, she had no desire to antagonize her host. The mobility of the Screaming Jenny meant that the marines weren't able to hound her anymore, which conveniently left her with much, much more time to train. Not to mention that traveling with a crew was a lot easier than trying to man a boat by herself with only Alan's help. The vessel's size was a nice bonus as well. Storms no longer caused her quite as much anxiety.

"General piracy..." Bracken considered, mulling the phrase over as though the taste of it appealed to him, and he was trying to deduce the recipe. "Say, Miss Avariya? Would you tell me something about your captain? Straw Hat Luffy... is he really as insane as the rumors say?"

Lana laughed.

"I haven't yet heard a rumor that comes close to capturing just how crazy he really is," she admitted. She couldn't help but be amused by the question and the memory of Luffy was always sure to bring a smile to her face. "You're very interested in my captain."

"He's an interesting kid. Rumor has it he died from his wounds after the so-called war of the best at marine ford."

"Hmph."

"No comment?"

"If I found out Luffy was dead, I would be shocked."

"Wow, you don't know either," Bracken mused wonderingly. He'd spent the last week holding his questions in check. Now, they all spilled out in a jumbled mess that Bracken didn't quite have the discipline to hold back or organize. "Won't you enlighten me, Miss Avariya? Why aren't you with the rest of your crew? Where are all the straw hats? What exactly is it you're training so hard for? I can't believe someone so driven is working without a plan. The world is saying that after a year of silence, the straw hat pirates are done for, yet here you are. You're not dead yet and you don't seem defeated in the least. I'd wager the rest of your crew are just as lively."

Lana consider her answer carefully. When she spoke, the words were a wistful sigh.

"Truthfully? I know as much as the rest of the world about the fate of my captain and crew. All my friends..."

She reached up out of habit to stroke Zoro's earring to comfort herself as a swell of sorrow washed over her lonely heart.

"... All I know for sure is this: I will see them all again. Someday. And until that day comes, I'm going to dedicate myself to getting stronger. I'll get so strong that nothing in this world will ever be able to separate us again."

She fixed on a smile and met Bracken's curious gaze with steely resolve shining behind her glistening purple eyes.

"That's why I'm training. That's what drives me. That's my only plan, Mr. Bracken."

Bracken chuckled, admiration overtaking his features.

"And here I thought I might persuade you to join my crew permanently after this heist, love. With devotion like that, I suppose I'm lucky to even have you on loan, eh?"

"You should proposition my kid brother," Lana smirked. "He's thirsty for adventure. Like as not, he'd accept in a heartbeat."

"Maybe so, but young Alan's hardly an impressive fighter, love, no offense intended," Bracken pointed out. "And unlike you, none of his skills have become legend up to now."

"Up to now. Don't write him off just yet. Alan's managed to surprise me a few times, and that's not easy to do after all the insanity I've seen."

Lana noticed the sun was setting. It had gotten late faster than she'd realized.

"You'll have to excuse me, Mr. Bracken," she sighed. "The moon will be up soon."

Bracken nodded his understanding as she stood and strode away purposefully. After nightfall, Lana sought the highest, most secluded point of the ship. Every night, without fail. He didn't know exactly what her ritual entailed, only that she observed it religiously.

Lana settled into the crows nest of the Screaming Jenny, considering the darkening sky contemplatively.

"Luffy, Nami. Sanji, Usopp. Chopper, Robin. Franky, Brook... good night," she murmured. She clasped her lover's earring, her private token, the secret, tangible proof of their bond. Her greatest treasure.

"I love you," she sighed softly, allowing the sea breeze to steal the quiet words, hoping it would carry them far, far away on her behalf. Maybe even far enough that somehow, he would manage to hear them. "Zoro..."

She gave the moment a heartbeat of silent solemnity, then grumbled unhappily, entirely to herself.

"Damn it... I still need to meditate before I can even think about sleeping. Blabbing Bracken. May as well just get it done up here, I guess. What a pain."

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AOT SQUIRTING HEADCANONS

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request by: @multi-fandoms-stuff

"can I pretty request an imagine for aot eren, erwin, levi, connie, armin, jean, reiner, bertolt, ymir, and mikasa about them making there s/o squirt for the first time and there reaction, have the reader get all shy and trys to hide her face??"

notes: ahhh thank you so much for requesting, again im very sorry for the delay and late update, im back on writing now!

warnings: smut, squirting, overstimulation, bodily fluids

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Eren Jeager:

You and Eren have got it going on for a few hours with him and his titan stamina plunging into you without letting you rest for a minute. You haven't even kept track of how long it's been or how many times he's made you cum that night, only focusing on his cock stretching you open and the way he is holding your throat. It's not long until your next orgasm arrives but oh, this time it feels different and suddenly you're squirting all over him and his cock as he keeps fucking you deeper and harder.

"Eren, I need to clean up, Im so sorry I didn't know this would happen, oh my-" You wail while pushing your hands over your face but instead of him stopping he just snaps his hips against yours harder and says:

"No. You're doing it again" Needless to say, you do, indeed.

Erwin Smith:

On your break you had snuck inside Erwin's office to steal a couple of kisses which soon ended up with you laying on the table all over his paperwork and him taking out his emotions on your poor pussy, to the point where you swear someone's going to walk in with a noise complain- not just due to your loud moans- but also due to the fact that his unsteady table is repeatedly creaking on the wooden floor.

"Erwin, I'm so close, Erwin I-ERWIN" You scream as you realize what is actually happening and not being able to hold it in. Both of you are freaking the fuck out. On any other situation he would find this really hot and treat you so good for squirting on him but you just came all over important papers which needed to be delivered awfully soon and neither has zero idea of what the hell you're supposed to do now. You freaking out must have been even louder than your sex noises and now you're adamant that everyone heard.

This was a different walk of shame

Levi Ackerman:

He had just changed the sheets to your shared bedroom when you walked in half naked after your shower, instantly igniting something inside him. The past few weeks had been really tiring for both and the only way to take your exhaustion away was having you bounce on his cock until you were in tears and shaking.

"You're gonna cum baby? I'm so fucking close too" He whispered in your ear like a lullaby in-between heavy breaths as he moved your hair out of your face and locked his eyes with yours. His movements were so gentle and passionate until you both grew desperate for your release and soon he was guiding your hips faster and sloppier while smacking your ass. It wasn't long until you started shaking while he filled you up. After you both came down from your highs you gained awareness of your surroundings and immediately shrunk to yourself.

"What are you hiding away for?"

"You just changed the sheets"

"I can always put another ones" He said awkwardly as you tried to shift away from his lap, when he pulled you right back in "It would be a shame if i changed them while they're only this wet. We might as well just ruin them completely"

Connie Springer:

Sasha and Jean were sleeping on the couch next to you after a nice dinner and Connie was feeling really turned on, right from the start of the night when you felt his fingers creeping up inside your panties and circling over your clit before teasing their way inside.

"Can we at least go somewhere isolated? I feel bad for-" You choked trying not to make a sound as his finger where now dipping in and out of your cunt in a desperate need of feeling your walls clench around them "Connie-"

"It's too comfy here, try to be more quiet baby" He whispered back as he lifted your skirt and pushed his tip inside not letting it all in but rather slipping it in and then pulling out and rubbing on your clit until you felt yourself cumming. Hard.

You were trying so hard to not make a noise until you realized what actually happened and turned around to look at your boyfriend in shock with heat rising up your cheeks. This cheeky motherfucker was looking back at you with the biggest smirk before plunging his entire length inside. Definitely proud of himself... And you definetely have to clean up before a) Jean and/or Sasha wake up b) Captain Levi haunts your dreams.

Jean Kirschstein:

Jean and you had been sent on different expenditions for the week so it was safe to say that you really missed spending time with each other. And him inside you.

Once he closes his room's door he already has you pushed against the wall and taking you right there while standing up. Jean is the romantic type but missing you made him desperate for your touch. You were sure you were seeing stars at one point, the way he pressed against you was magnificent and it just kept getting better and better until you felt the bubble inside you burst and soon your juices were everywhere on the floor. Everywhere.

You instantly felt like hiding away and audibly apologized while he still fucked the shit out of you. Confused he started slowing down and voiced his concern over your sudden apology until he realized what went down and blushed. 'Thats it, its over' you thought. Suddenly the most unexpected thing happened. A huge smile crept on his face "I made you squirt! Oh my god you look so hot, I bet Eren would never be able to make a girl sq-" He exclaimed before you kicked his leg.

Armin Arlet:

Armin is such a sweet young man. He had you laid on the bed for him as he slowly fucked into you, gasping in between kisses and telling you just how much he loves you. Gaining more confidence in yourself your moans became louder and louder and soon his pace changed into sharp and quick thrusts.

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train and cherished the way he was the one to make you scream and breathe like that. He felt so blessed that you chose him as the man to have inside your velvet walls and-

Why is the bed wet? Did the rain get through the wooden roof? Why are you trying to hide away? Armin genuinely had no clue.

"Is everything okay baby? Do you feel uncomfortable with the waters?" He asked as more color rose up to your cheeks, refusing to look in his eyes as you awkwardly tried to explain what had happened was not a leak in the roof "What did you say?"

"I squirted"

"Oh"

"Yes"

"This is way more exciting than a leaking roof...Way more"

Reiner Braun:

Reiner is an emotional man and it shows when you get intimate with each other. One time he has you on all fours, with a finger deep in your asshole as he rails your guts.

"Noone else can fuck you like that fuck- what is it baby, is there anyone else that will fuck you this good? Have you crying from their cock? Use your words princess come on" He gasped as his own tears were threatening to fall, seeking emotional validation as well as pleasure as you tried to form a coherent sentence while sobbing "Didn't think so darling, you're such a whore for me"

And in the heat of the moment the offspring of his actions and words erupted from your throat as a loud scream and your juices squirted all over his lap for the first time. The sighting made Reiner cum in an instant and neither had the energy to talk about it, until he embraced you tightly from behind and thanked you for allowing him to be with you and sharing your most vulnerable moment with him.

Berthold Hoover:

His cock felt so good as you bounced on it . In a way it was therapeutic and for the past 7 minutes you've been in this position you've felt constantly on the edge and your thighs burned until sweet release washed you over and soon you were clasping poor Bert's shoulders as you screamed and squirted all over him while he pulled his dick out of your spent pussy and slapped its head on your clit as he watched more liquid come out.

After your orgasm died down a little, instant shame washed over you and you tried hopping away before he hugged you tightly and swayed you without realizing that hes accidentally rubbing you on his cock again and that you are about to pass out....

Ymir:

Ymir is a big tease. A really big one. Proof being her refusing to finally push her fingers inside your soaked slit, instead choosing to just rub up and down while slipping half an inch inside before you grew desperate and moved your own fingers to your clit and rubbing vigorously.

"Fuck" You heard her exclaim before plunging two of her fingers inside "Don't stop touching yourself baby, wanna make you cum like that" She commanded as her fingers dove in and out as fast as she could while you screamed under her touch. Your orgasm came fast and before you knew it, Ymir was soaking wet with your juices . "Never knew my girl could squirt, makes me wish I ate you out instead" She says before diving in.

Mikasa Ackerman:

It was a quiet night with Mika as you laid on your bed next to each other. Your conversation ended with your fingers in her pussy and hers in yours. Both struggled with the pace as you chased your release and her moans in your ear caused you to lose control and instantly let go and clench around her fingers as clear liquid soaked the sheets right beneath you and she turned her head to look at you in awe.

"I'm so sorry Mikasa I didn't know this would-"

"Do you think I can do this too?" She asked with flushed cheeks and an innocent look on her face.

"Eh? Squirt?" You asked and before she had the chance to nod you took out the dildo from your drawer and plunged it deep into her dripping pussy.

[countrymusiclover]

8 - A Hybrid Vow

Part 9

Princess more than a Nickname

@the-big-bad-klaus @alanaangie24

"I'm a freak, Nik - I can't be a vampire and  - a witch!" He rests a finger to my lips kissing my forehead. "I'll still love you, princess. You're like me." Blinking my eyes a couple times I stopped playing with his dog tags chain around his neck, never imagining he would be the first one to say it. "You love me?"

Elijah's POV

Guilt is eating away at Y/n very clearly. The young girl just stares out the window most of the time when she's alone in her room. Bonnie Bennett hasn't given is more information on her abilities. Niklaus hasn't been much help in helping her control her emotions. Caroline comes over taking her out into town for feeding training so she won't have the uncontrollable urge to feed on a human. I can feel that she thinks I won't talk to her. But I will, she has become a member of this family. That was going to happen whether Brooke was still alive or not. I'd never let her or my brother know that I lie awake sometimes regretting that I didn't just force feed her my blood instead. Sure she might have hated me for a few years but she would be alive. Yet I am a man of my word and she declined the offer to untimely save her family.

Y/n's POV

Caroline's off at school and Nik is off looking for a way to create more hybrid's like him. His plans were to show me the world that I has missed out on. I'll say though I miss seeing Rebekah she and I were the opposite on becoming a vampire. She wants to be human again and I wanted to live life with her brother. Walking down the streets I sighed watching all the human people around me. Twisting the fabric of my shirt I am still having a hard time trying to not bite into one of their necks and drink blood. "Excuse me, is your name Y/n?" I stop walking spinning on my feet seeing an elderly woman that looks similar to Bonnie, maybe they're related. "Yes, who are you?" The woman raised her hand shooting pain through my head. I groaned falling on my knees as she spoke. "I'm Abby Bennett, Bonnie is my daughter. Our family is supposed to keep you under your curse. You're against nature, just like Klaus Mikaelson." She twisted her wrist and I felt my neck snap dropping to the ground.

Klaus's POV

Knocking on the Bennett house aggressively Bonnie opened the door seeing me. I tried calling Y/n hours ago and she hasn't picked up. Granted Caroline is slowly showing her to use a phone but it makes me worry. "What do you want?" She questioned as I grip the door baring my teeth at her. "Y/n isn't answering me and Caroline hasn't seen her all day. So I need you to find her. The Bennett witches created the spell to put her to sleep so only you can find her!' She glared at me but opened the door letting me step over the threshold seeing she has the book opened with another book right beside it. She comes back with a map laying it on the table around a circle of candles. "You were the one who turned her. So she will be in your sire line. We should be able to find her exact location in Mystic Falls with this." I bite into my right hand drawing blood and dripping it onto the table. Bonnie waves her hands moving the blood until it circles an area. "She's at the cemetery-" She gasped seeing the curse book disappear before she could grab it. "And I think my mother is with her." A growl is deep in my throat as I vamped outside I run forward a little ways transforming into my wolf form going to save her.

Y/n's POV

Moaning I opened my eyes seeing I'm inside an abandoned building. I try leaning forward but my wrists and ankles are tied down to a chair. I pull on them again feeling a slight burning hearing a woman's voice responds. "Vervain ropes. Can burn a vamp but you're not just that are you. You're a witch with no real magic. In the eyes of all witches you are against nature." Abby flipped pages of my grandmother's book. The sun has basically set with the moon rising in the sky. "So you're going to what, kill me. I'm pretty sure that is against witch nature." I scoffed hearing something running through the woods quicker than normal unless it was being chased. Bonnie's mother raised her hand starting to chant but someone bursts through the door. Clutching my eyes closed I gasped hearing a snarl recognizing the wolf form. "Klaus!"

Nik growled towering over her in his large form. The book lays at my feet having gotten thrown when he tackled her to the stone floor. Clutching my left hand around the wood my hand turned red and I snapped the rope. Doing the same with my other hand I grabbed the book drawing the magic from it. "Nik I've got her." He climbed off her still baring his teeth coming to stand beside me. Grabbing her by her shirt I threatened hearing him growling behind me. "If you ever come for me again. I can't garentee he won't rip you apart. And if you hurt him I might do the same thing to you!" Closing the book I climb on Nik's back holding onto him tightly as he ran us home to the mansion. He lets me get off and I ran grabbing some clothes for me watching him change into his human form. He slipped the pants on seeing me eyeing his bare chest where he smirked. "See something you like, princess?" Even though vampires can't blush really I still feel myself getting embarrassed. He pulls the shirt on leading me inside not finding any injuries on me when he has me sit on the couch.

"Here you go..." He came back from the kitchen handing me a blood bag that I rip opened. He sits down beside me resting his hands on his knees staring at me. Silence fell in the house when I think back to what Abby said earlier. That the Bennett's were raised to put her asleep again if I ever woke up. I don't like that people consider me a monster even though I haven't went on a killing mess. If Brooke were here she would - oh to heck with it. She's not here and it's eating away at me. "I'll go after Bonnie's mother and anyone else who tries to hurt you-" He spoke but I cut him off jumping to my feet raising my voice as tears started to fall. "Don't say that, Nik. I don't want people to fear what I am or fear me because of you....it's only been three days since I've woke up and I feel like my whole world is falling apart in pieces...where I feel like I emotionally can't take it!" He started to say something but I wipe away my tears closing my eyes and tuning everything else out. "Love, you'll adjust..." Vamping in front of his face I bare my teeth croaking out in tears grabbing his legs drawing strength from him. "How can you think that for one second. The person I would go to this stuff for is dead....Brooke's dead because of me. I'm not tough like you - or Rebekah - or Caroline - I'm weak and I need it all to stop!" Blinking my eyes I stand up vamping to the door where he got to his feet questioning. "Y/n....tell me you didn't..." Whipping my head around to him I smirked like he does showing my fangs slamming the door. "Your princess is dead. The hybrid Queen rules."

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[kimetsunoyaibawritings]

Burn like the Sun

Rating: General

Relationship: Reader/Kyojuro

Summary: “Simply knowing you are safe is a plentiful reward in itself.”

As a survivor of the Infinity Train accident, the reader seeks out the man who had saved them to try and offer some sort of proper thanks. And while he is severely injured -- enough to have to lay down his duties as a Hashira -- Kyojuro is nonetheless happy to know that his actions had protected someone.

"Is this the home of Kyojuro Rengoku?"

The question pulls the attention of the young boy standing outside the front of the gate of the vast home behind him, who had been sweeping diligently before your approach.

His bright, firey-colored hair is striking, but it is dwarfed immediately by the sharp red of his eyes as they move up to look at you. The resemblance to your savior is striking -- so much that you are sure that this is the right home before he even opens his mouth to speak.

"I-It is, yes," he says, voice oddly timid. "May I ask uh, why you are looking for him?"

He can't be older than twelve or thirteen. You try to offer him a comforting smile and gesture with your chin down to the small, cloth-wrapped bundle in your arms.

"I was one of the people he saved from the train accident a few weeks ago. I heard he was badly injured because of it and I..." you let the words trail for a moment as the boy (his brother? his son?) stares at you with a look that is not at all accusatory, but sharp all the same.

You clear your throat and speak, tone renewed, "I wanted to show him my appreciation and wish him well for his recovery."

At first the boy doesn't say anything in response. In the growing silence, you almost feel foolish. It had been hard enough to learn the man's name in the first place after the accident, but something about his presence had left a moment of terror and hopelessness instead with such warmth and comfort that the simple prospect of gratitude seemed the least you could offer.

Lost among your own thoughts and worries, the sound of the boy's voice rings out and drags you back into the moment.

"Let me go ask him first, if that's alright."

You're barely able to offer but a syllable of a reply before he's already slipped past the front gate and out of sight into the grand house beyond. It is as large as you were told, though you can't recall any prominent businessman nor politician with the family name of Rengoku. Some of your contacts had called him a swordsman -- had his family once served as samurai?

The possibilities proffered more questions than offered answers, leaving you to simmer in your own curiosity for several minutes until the young fire-haired boy emerged from the house and hurried towards you.

"He says you can see him -- he's also happy to know you're okay."

The boy -- Senjuro, you later learn as his name -- quickly explains how to get to Kyojuro's room, though you're too lost in the warmth in your chest from the too-simple notion 'he's happy you're okay' to pay all that much attention past the first two turns. But you thank him all the same and shuffle towards the house, leaving Senjuro to continue sweeping up with only the slightest, softest curiosity in his eyes.

Once inside the house, you’re taken aback by how… empty it feels. You’d expect a home as large as this to be busy with people — whether family or workers tending to it. You find neither, greeted instead by silence and an unnerving amount of peace.

It doesn’t take long to start trying to recall the directions that the young Rengoku boy had given you. A turn down the left hallway, past the third door and then… ah?

You couldn’t quite recall after that. Left or right? Was there another hall, or was Kyojuro’s room along the outside? One question bumbled into another until your unsureness twisted itself up into a ball of knots. Despite the confusion, you didn’t want to seem even more foolish by moving back to Senjuro and asking for directions again when he had gone out of his way to describe them once already. So you stand there, frozen by your own indecision at the edge of a corner-

Until someone suddenly turns it, running straight into you with enough force to leave you stumbling backwards. You would have fallen on your ass if it wasn’t for the fact that the same offender reached out suddenly and grabbed your arms, which were otherwise holding with a vice grip on the wrapped bundle still against your chest.

“I’m so sorry!” a bright voice offers, soft but merrily. “I didn’t see you standing there. Are you alright?”

It takes a moment for your thoughts to straighten and your gaze to fix upon the person who had both run into you and kept you from toppling backwards.

Blonde hair with firey tips, eyes brighter than rubies and sharper than a fine point. Though his face is covered in bandages and there’s a patch over his left eye, the recognition feels like icewater dumped over your head.

“K-Kyojuro Rengoku?” you ask, embarrassed in the stutter of your own voice.

“Yes?” the man tilts his head. You’re not able to say anything further before he suddenly winces, pulling his arms back against his body and drawing your gaze down over the rest of his body — as well as his multitude of injuries. Broken bones and layers of bandages seemed to but scratch the surface for all that he is dealing with, which made you feel the heavy weight of gratitude twice, no, three times over in his saving your life.

“Shouldn’t you be laying down?”

Kyojuro merely laughs. Though the sound must pain him, it doesn’t muffle the blossoming warmth of the noise as it fills the air around your ears. It’s strange, in a way; does the sound of his voice often have this effect on people?

“I’m well enough to walk,” he finally says, pain and aches hidden so dutifully behind his eyes that you have to second-guess yourself whenever his lips press together in a brief, but tense line. A smile, however, quickly moves across his face. “I thought it would be easier if I met you halfway so you didn’t get lost! You are the one who came to visit me, correct?”

You nod.

“Y-yeah. I’m uh. One of the people you… saved. On the train, a few weeks ago. I wanted to thank you and… maybe get to know you a little bit.”

The man watches you silently as you explain yourself, but not for a moment does a sense of judgement press on your shoulders from his attention. He simply listens, politely waiting for you to finish before responding.

“It must have been hard to find me,” he comments almost idly, some mixture of amused and impressed. “How did you manage it?”

The question is filled with an odd sort of praise, so you lower your head down until your eyes are on the ground and your mind is a shambling mess trying to piece words together.

“I uh. I have some friends in high places, you could say.”

“Well!” he chuckles. “That almost sounds like a threat!”

“Oh no, no no no no-” flustered, you immediately raise your eyes up and begin waving one hand about frantically as if to dissuade the notion entirely. “I promise I didn’t mean that as a— I mean, my family—… I…”

Your broken explanation is cut short when Kyojuro reaches up a hand towards your face, index finger curling ever so gently beneath your chin that you barely feel the heat of his skin against yours.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs, and for a moment you feel your heartbeat go still. “I promise I meant it only as a jest. You went to great lengths simply to see me, and you certainly didn’t need to.” His hand slowly lowers, but your gaze is held to his as if bound by unseen threads. “Simply knowing you are safe is a plentiful reward in itself.”

“I- I uh. It’s not-” the words fall broken and useless from your lips like shards of glass with no hope of coming together to make a cohesive sentence. Perhaps it’s for the best, since you’re not even sure what you can try to say in response to such an earnest notion of safety from someone who didn’t even know your first name.

And that is what finally pulls your thoughts into clarity.

You step back, providing just enough space between yourself and your savior so that your mind can clear and your heart can stop beating so damn quickly. Once you regain a sense of sensibility you all but glare at the man.

“My name is-” you say, brows knitted and stance firm as you all but aggressively introduce yourself to the man who had sacrificed so much of himself for your safety. For the safety of hundreds.

And Kyojuro watches, and listens, and then he smiles.

“That’s a nice name,” he says, then chuckles again, then bows his head for a moment. “Though you seem to know already, I am Kyojuro Rengoku. It’s quite the pleasure to meet you then! Properly meet you, at least. One less train involved.”

As the words settle humorously in the air, you watch Kyojuro turn and make a gesture to follow behind him. For a moment you’re confused, but he turns his face back to you and nods in the direction of the hall a few steps ahead.

“You wanted me to rest, yes? We can do so overlooking the back garden. I figure you’d like to sit and talk for a while-” and then he pauses, as if a moment of realization is just now moving across his thoughts. “…unless there is somewhere else you need to be?”

Bashful instinct presses at the root of your tongue to agree, perhaps even to make up some silly excuse for why you couldn’t stay for long. But then your eyes catch and hold onto a gaze that seems like brilliant rubies, and his voice echoes so warmly in your ears. And then you remember noting how empty the house felt when you stepped inside of it, devoid of anyone but what might be the last few members of the Rengoku family.

How lonely.

A shake of your head and motion of your legs happen before you can even think.

“O-oh no, I… have the day free. Though of course I didn’t assume you yourself had the time to entertain anyone, with you… healing up, and all.”

Kyojuro smiles for a moment before leading the way down the hall, his motions a bit stilted by injuries, but proud all the same. You held a deep respect for the man and his willpower despite knowing so little about him — and you certainly wanted to know more.

“I actually enjoy the company,” he says, just as you move in-step beside him. “And you are the first person from that accident to try and find me — perhaps the only one! So, if you’ll humor me for a bit of your time… I would like to learn more about you as well.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see him smiling. Despite the countless injuries that undoubtedly leave him in pain, some perhaps permanent, the man continues to smile as wide and as bright as the sun itself.

And you are glad to have met him.

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Groceries (Might Guy x Reader)

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Pairing: Might Guy x Reader

Word Count: 2723

Warnings: very minor angst, food mentions (TW for EDs)

A/N: Hope you enjoy! I've been so thirsty for Naruto characters recently it's not even funny

Also, this was originally two parts but I've combined them into one so let me know if the transition doesn't work!

Growing up in Konoha you always felt safe. You knew there were experienced shinobi there to protect you. As a little girl, you would see them walk down the streets and watch in awe as they passed by you.

Despite everything you had seen in terms of violence, you still felt safe in the Leaf Village. There had been some tense battles, but the leaf shinobi always prevailed.

It was a day more peaceful than most as you made your way down to the store. You only needed a few things, but with the nice weather you decided to take advantage of the day instead of waiting for the grocery list to get longer.

Smiling, you walked into the store to the tune of children laughing and birds chirping. It was like you were in a movie.

You made your way down the aisles, picking up the items you needed as you went. Milk, eggs, noodles, and more went into the small cart in your hands as you browsed. Lost in your own world, you didn't see the other cart as it came around the corner at the same time as your own.

The carts crashed into each other, you and the other person with them. It almost winded you, both from surprise and the force of falling into the cart.

"I am so sorry!" You explained, looking up to the man you found in front of you. Luckily, neither of your groceries seemed to have sustained much damage. You found yourself surprised to be met with the most gorgeous dark eyes you had ever seen.

"It's no problem!" Said the man, flashing you a confident smile with a thumbs up. "No damage done."

You felt a hot flush rise to your face, but thankfully the man didn't seem to notice.

"Thank you," you said in a fluster. You weren't sure what you were even thanking him for, not yelling at you? It was then that you took notice of his outfit, especially the band around his waist. "Are you a shinobi?"

The smile stayed ever-present on his face.

"Yes I am! A jonin of the Hidden Leaf Village!"

If you had just half the enthusiasm of this man, you think you would be running on empty in less than five minutes. Hearing he was a jonin, you were impressed.

"Well, thank you for all that you do," you offered, moving to continue your shopping.

Although your interaction was brief, you couldn't stop thinking about it as days passed. Something about his eyes, and his confidence, drew you into him. You tried to brush it off, seeing as it was such a simple interaction, but it was impossible. Even trying to tell yourself that he didn't remember you wouldn't work; there was still a part of your brain that would never quiet down.

You had never minded being a civilian in Konoha. Sure, when you were younger you had thought about being a konoichi, but those were just the thoughts of a child. You never pursued it. You were happy with your career, teaching young children in subjects other than jutsu.

Despite your happiness, you began to wish that you had gone to the academy. Then you would have been able to find the man who was plaguing your thoughts. Even after that, you might have been a real option for him. You knew shinobi tended to mostly be interested in other shinobi.

You didn't know why it upset you so much. You didn't even know the man's name, and yet you were sad that you might not be his type. Feeling a bit pathetic, you found yourself in need of another grocery run. Trying to ignore the thought that you might see him again, you made your way to the store.

Sadly, at least for that persistent, gremlin part of your brain, the trip was rather uneventful. At least, until you found yourself in front of the produce.

You were trying to eat healthier, but it was hard. It wasn't that you didn't like your body, you just wanted to feel better in your own skin. As you stood there pondering, a male voice scared you from your thoughts.

"Excuse me."

You turned, disappointed to see a man with silver spikes instead of the dark bowl cut you had hoped for. You mumbled a sorry, stepping out of his way.

"Careful Kakashi," boomed another voice, "I'd keep your distance from that woman's cart if I were you."

Now that is the voice you had been hoping for.

As you turned, the tall man immediately caught your eye. You blushed at his words, remembering your initial encounter. The other man, Kakashi, looked at you with confusion. He grabbed what he needed before walking away, leaving you and the other man alone.

"So what brings you back here?" He asked. Normally you would have thought of this as awkward conversation, but your heart leapt at the opportunity to talk to him again.

You sighed, "I'm trying to decide what I want. I wanted something healthy but I didn't want to just start grabbing vegetables."

"Then you're in luck," he grinned, "I'm somewhat of an expert. Try some blueberries, they're a superfood." He grabbed a package, placing them in his own cart. "They're on me today."

You tried to protest, but he wasn't having any of it. You made your way through checkout, paying the rest of your items before meeting back up with the man.

"Thank you," you told him, looking back up at his deep eyes. Pausing for a moment, you realized something. "I don't even know your name! How could I thank you for buying these before me without even learning your name?"

The man chuckled, extending his hand out to you.

"The name's Guy," he said loudly, shaking your hand. "Would it be crazy to ask for your name in return?"

You blushed as you grabbed his hand, his grip firm yet his hands soft.

"Y/n," you told him. He smiled.

"That's a beautiful name." His words did nothing to help calm the blush on your face. You were sure he knew exactly what he was doing to you based on the color of your cheeks alone. Suddenly Guy grew rather sheepish. "I know how this is going to sound, but would you want to come by my place sometime?"

Your eyes widened. After all this time wondering what this man was really like, he was just the type to invite you into bed with him immediately? Admittedly part of you was curious, but you weren't stupid.

"Excuse me?"

Now it was his turn to blush.

"Well I know how that sounds," Guy said quickly, trying to get his words out faster than he could think. "But I just meant to make you dinner. I could show you how to cook some vegetables so that they aren't all that bad."

Immediately you felt bad for assuming the worst, offering him a small smile.

"I would like that."

He smiled back at you. Guy gave you his address as the two of you decided on a time before parting ways. You couldn't help the giddy grin that covered your face as you walked home. Your date couldn't come fast enough.

---

In the days leading up to your date with Guy, it was all you could think about. You told yourself that was fine, since you were obsessing over him already. At least now you had a reason to.

The day was finally here, and as the hours ticked away you found yourself growing more nervous. Deciding what to wear was a challenge in itself. Did you want to try to dress up nicer, or would that be too much? Yet at the same time you worried dressing too casual would give him the idea that you weren't as interested as you were.

You tried on just about everything you owned, settling for a dress that made you feel pretty. It was fancy enough to make you feel like you were trying, but still casual enough that you would be comfortable.

You looked at the clock, seeing that you still had ample time before you needed to leave. Sitting down, your mind wandered. What would tonight be like?

in your mind you ran through a myriad of scenarios. If you didn't like the food he cooked, you would have to just stomach it and hope for the best. Based on what he told you at the store though, it seemed like he would know what he was doing. Still, you worried that something would go wrong.

Above all, there was a bigger question ringing out in your mind. Would he try to kiss you? And, would you want him to?

The seconds turned to minutes as you pondered, the minutes turning into hours until it was time to go. You collected your things, making sure to grab any and all essentials before you left. You had already told your friends who you would be with, going as far as to give them the address should anything go wrong. Guy seemed like such a nice guy, but you could never be too careful.

Locking the door to your apartment behind you, you set off. It was early in the evening, and the sun was just beginning to set in the sky. You were thankful you wouldn't have to walk in the dark. You knew there were plenty of shinobi around, hell, you were even meeting one right now. But even then you felt uncomfortable walking home alone at night, surrounded by darkness.

It was a shorter walk than you anticipated, and before you knew it you were at his place. Taking a deep breath, you reached up to knock on his door. It seemed like a nice enough part of town, and his place itself was well-kept especially considering how much time you were sure he spent on training.

You heard Guy's loud steps make their way to the doorway, pausing on the other side before the door swung open. His usual confident smile was on his face, but instead of moving his mouth into words he just looked at you. You felt yourself growing red under his gaze.

"Hello Guy," you said softly, looking up at him.

-

Guy had been making the same amount of preparations as you, if not even more. He planned the meal out carefully, even practicing it the night before to make sure it went well. He had spent more time than usual perfecting his hair, making sure not a single strand would be out of place. He had even thought of exactly what he wanted to say when he opened the door.

Hello Y/n, he would say as he smiled at you. You look more beautiful every time I see you.

Sure, it was more forward than he had been with you before. This was a date after all, and he wanted to make how he felt about you clear from the start.

That plan went right out the window when he saw you, your sundress captivating him. It looked so cute on you, and at the same time there was something about it that sent a wave of tingles between his legs. To put it simply, he was speechless.

He knew he should say something but he couldn't, enraptured by the way you looked in his doorway.

"Hello Guy," you said to him. That sweet voice of yours would drive him crazy someday, and he knew that. He loved hearing his name fall from your lips, hoping it would be far from the last time. Everything about you made him fall for you more.

Despite his thoughts about your voice, your words were enough to stir him to action himself.

"Hey," he said.

Really Guy? He thought to himself. You're the Blue Beast, a strong shinobi. And yet all you can say to a woman is 'hey'?

You giggled at him, and he felt a smile creep onto his face.

"It's good to see you again," he continued. He decided to dial back the forwardness, realizing he had already kept you waiting outside for too long in his daze. "Come on in."

-

You followed Guy into his home, taking in the delicious aroma filling the rooms.

"I don't know what you're making," you stated, "but it smells amazing."

Guy beamed with pride, ushering you over to the kitchen.

"It's my favorite." He told you. "A spicy, vegetable curry."

Thankfully, you didn't mind spicy. In fact, you enjoyed it. Your mouth watered, taking in the sight and smell of the food in front of you.

"Actually, it should be just about done." Said Guy, stirring it all for a final time before putting it onto beautiful dishes to serve.

He had already set the table, candles and all. He pulled the chair out for you, pushing you back in as if you weighed nothing. He sat across from you, and the way he smiled at you made you weak in the knees. It's a good thing you had already sat down.

You wasted no time, digging in. And it was delicious.

"Oh my god Guy," you said in near disbelief at how good it was. You could see his expression perk up. "This is amazing!"

"I'm glad you like it," he chuckles, eating his own.

The rest of the meal went off without a hitch. You talked about your job and his, bonding over your love for your respective students.

"Maybe sometime I can come watch one of your training sessions," you mentioned. "I would love to see you teach them."

Guy smiled, "I would love that." The sincerity in his tone took you by surprise. While you knew he was never joking with you, there was always some sort of bravado to his speech that now was missing.

You helped him clean up despite his protests. You told him that if he cooked, you would at least clean up. It was only fair, after all. You scrubbed the dishes, oblivious to the way Guy was looking at you.

He never would have admitted it to anyone but himself, but he was falling in love with you. He had no problem picturing a life with you. Coming up to you at the end of the day, sharing a meal together. He wanted everything that life would bring him.

"Well," you said, finishing up, "I should probably get going."

"Let me walk you," insisted Guy. "A lady such as yourself should never walk alone at night."

He offered his arm to you, and you accepted it with a shy smile. You could feel his prominent muscles under the fabric of his outfit, and you could feel your face growing warmer. You were thankful for the darkness for obscuring your face from him, hoping he couldn't tell.

He could tell.

As the two of you made your way back towards your own apartment he would flex his muscles every so often, loving the way your face would flush. A couple of times he timed it right so that you were speaking, making you stutter.

The walk ended much earlier than either of you would have liked it to. Suddenly your heart started racing. You could answer your questions from earlier clearly.

Would he try to kiss you?

You sure hoped so.

Would you want him to?

Definitely.

You paused in your doorway, letting go of Guy's arm. You looked up at him, flashing him a genuine smile.

"I had fun tonight."

He reciprocated your own expression with a smile of his own, "me too."

You both paused for what seemed like the longest second in the world. It was as if he was building up the courage to actually go through with what he wanted to. He cleared his throat.

"Y/n, may I kiss you?"

You nodded your head and he lowered his lips to yours slowly. As you pressed your own lips to his you couldn't help the gasp that escaped them.

That's a sound I'll keep replaying... thought Guy.

He pulled away sooner than you would have liked, but he was a gentleman.

"I'll see you soon." Guy ended his sentence with a wink, sauntering off as you went to go inside.

"I can't wait."

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bear.

pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Reader

summary: you were mistakenly cursed by your best friend, Yennefer, when the two of you were young. Since then, at the strike of midnight, you turn into a hideous bear and run off into the woods to stay the night. No matter how powerful, Yennefer isn't able to undo your curse. One day, she meets Geralt, and so do you. However, what wasn't in the books was the fact that you found yourself falling for him. ♡

requested by: @dashingcavill

warnings: curses & folklores, Geralt being both a douche and a babe.

*Please reblog if you like it, do not repost or claim my work as yours.

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Yennefer had guests, as you were informed by one of the girls that lived with you, and it didn't come as a surprise, for Yennefer had guests visiting her almost everyday. What fascinated you was that you were always too curious to see who the visitor was, so you would sneak up on them, and spy on them until the night ended in either of the two— Yennefer falling into the man's arms and coiling herself around him like a snake, or Yennefer using her powers on him to make sure he wasn't found again.

You wondered what it was going to be tonight, as you brought your candle closer to your face; letting the faint orange glow illuminate your features and stepped out of your room, your dress flowing behind you like a trail of white poppies until you finally reached the hall, where an orgy was on full display, and you scrunched up your nose in disgust.

You were about to turn away, walk back into the warmth of the chambers that you had so eagerly left, just to see exactly who Yennefer's guests were, when you finally saw them. At first, you just saw a bard, at least he looked like one, ignoring the massive tumour like lump that hung from his throat. You could see that he was gasping for air, but it wasn't him that captured your attention— it was rather the white haired man, tall as an oak tree, hair white like snow, eyes yellow, like a lion's. There was something intimidating about him, something that told you that he wasn't a man to be messed with, yet there was something else; like an aura, an invisible one, that made you keep staring at him.

You kept watching, listening to him introduce himself as Geralt of Rivia, a Witcher and you couldn't help but wonder about the monsters that he had encountered all of his life? Did they include animals... like you?

As if on cue, it suddenly struck you that soon, it would be midnight, and this meant that you were supposed to stay away. You ran through the hallways, your heart beating wildly inside your chest, fluttering out of control. It was a race against time. Your insides had begun boiling, immense pain shooting through your body like a million needles being inserted into your flesh. You grabbed the door handle at the right time, kicking it open and stepping inside, bashing the door shut again.

If anyone was to enter your bedroom, they would find you gone already. Your window thrown ajar, your discarded clothes strewn all over the carpeted floor. They would find thick brown coloured hair like that of a bear's and they would wonder if you were attacked by a bear. But this would be someone who wasn't Yennefer, for this secret of yours was only known to her, for she had been the one to have cursed you once, when you two were just little girls. And from that night onwards, there wasn't a single night when you didn't turn into a massive brown bear, when the it struck midnight.

Geralt wasn't just a regular in Yennefer's life though; a good fuck and a bye bye. He stayed, for longer you had expected him to. Although he never seemed to notice you during the days, you sure noticed him. There were days you didn't see him altogether, and you assumed that he had gone, left for good but then after a few days you would see him again— or hear him— in Yennefer's chambers; their skins slapping together, their moans filling the air, and his grunts.

The first time Geralt of Rivia actually noticed you was a few months into his acquaintance with Yennefer. You were outside by the well, drawing out water, when you heard a whinny of a horse followed by a steady galloping. It was bright and sunny, and the sunlight falling right into your eyes forced you to use your palm to shield your eyes and squint at the unexpected visitor, only to see Geralt's mare, Roach, come to a halt a few meters away from you, and Geralt leaping off it.

Geralt was on his way back to Yennefer, after having fought a bruxa that was tormenting the villagers of a nearby village and all he wanted to do was be in her arms again. It was Yennefer that managed to break through the brooding Witcher's hard outer exterior and see him for the kind, gentle man he was from the inside. She loved him for him and that is what he loved about her. It was surprising for him when he saw a woman by the well that early in the morning outside Yennefer's home. It was still the wee hours of the morning, pale sunlight fell all over like ivory, and there weren't many people around, but she was there. Geralt frowned at this weird, foreign feeling that was suddenly growing in the pit of his something; that feeling being curiousity and the wish to just find out more about her.

As he leapt off Roach, turning to give her one pat against her side, he turned his back towards you and you couldn't help but fix your gaze on him. The fabric of his shirt was slightly ripped and you could see traces of his scars scattered all over. The Witcher turned towards you just then and immediately, you began looking away, not wanting to be caught staring at your friend's lover. A giddy feeling swept over you when you saw from the corner of your eye that he was walking towards you.

"Can I have some water?" He said to you, looking down at you, and your bucket of water and you flushed, immediately bringing the bucket towards him.

"Oh, I am sorry, definitely," you nodded, and the Witcher slowly lowered himself from the waist, as though bowing in front of you, and cupped his palms. You lifted the bucket carefully and began pouring water into the cup of his hands, letting him drink his stomach's fill.

When he stood up again, you could see the corners of his mouth were glistening wet, as he eyed you carefully, examining you through his golden orbs and you couldn't help but feel flustered. It made you begin feeling self conscious and unknowingly, your palm flew to the side of your face, clumsily struggling to push your loose strands of hair behind your ear.

"Who are you?" You were pulled off guard, for you hadn't expected this. All this while, you had sheltered at Yennefer's place, you had always kept to yourself, and not many bothered to be interested in knowing about you; at least none of her lovers. Biting on the insides of your cheeks, you seriously hoped that he wouldn't catch on the growing reddish hue that was taking over your face. But you had no idea that the Witcher can listen to your heart right now, that it was racing, beyond control, and if Geralt was to concentrate on it, he would totally think that your heart will leap out of your body and land across his feet.

"Me? I'm..[Y/N].. Yennefer's friend.."

Geralt kept watching you for a few seconds before he nodded in your direction, choosing not to reply before he slowly turned your back towards you and began making his way inside. You just kept standing there, watching him like an idiot, a small wave of a smile displayed against your lips.

It didn't happen with the blink of an eye, but rather, your journey of losing yourself to the Witcher's charms was a journey of months. From that day that you gave the Witcher some water to drink, you ran into him a countless number of times. Some of them were innocent, when you would just run into him at Yennefer's mansion, while leaving your chambers, or recklessly running down the halls. Lucky for you, Geralt never managed to step out of Yennefer's chambers around midnight, so he never found out the secret that you had hidden from the world.

Some of the run ins, were however, not so innocent, especially when you almost ran into him when he was relaxing in the bath, his naked body glistening under the flickering torch, his arms spread out around him, resting against the edge. He regarded you from the corner of his eye, his eyes ablaze but you couldn't decipher what was running through his mind.

"Where's Yen?" He asked, his back facing you, his fingers moving aimlessly over the surface of water.

"She's.. I saw her in her chambers. She was speaking to one of the mages," you mumbled awkwardly, struggling to keep your eyes trained to the ground, but it wasn't very easy. And it was definitely not easy when Geralt suddenly stood up, naked, his body glistening and droplets of water falling down his perfectly shaped butt before he slid out of the bath, and began striding towards where his clothes lay.

You couldn't keep your eyes off his perfectly toned, muscular back and the way his tight butt moved as he walked off. Even when you knew that he knew you were watching him, you couldn't help yourself be captivated by him. Geralt didn't admit it but he was secretly enjoying it, and for the same reason, his movements were incredibly slow, when he reached for his leather slacks and slid it on, slowly, yet teasingly. He still gave you the view.

In that moment, you were thankful for the distraction— of Yennefer walking in. But what you missed to see was the look of malice the way her dark eyes narrowed at you, glancing from you to Geralt's naked form.

"You're done already, love? Couldn't wait for me?" She purred, as she glanced at you in an obvious way, as though silently asking you why were you here. She regarded you top to bottom, licking over her lower lip as she began stripping, right in front of your eyes.

She loosened the buttons around her chest, popping them one by one before she lowered the neck of it, revealing her glistening skin. You looked away, as she slid the dress lower and lower, until it fell gracefully against her ankles and she stepped out of it, naked.

Geralt growled at the sight of her, and you, embarassed beyond your wits, fled as fast as you could, before their moaning filled your ears and you couldnt remove those sounds from your ears.

"Well, fuck," Geralt cursed under his breath, his shoulder slightly hanging now as he tried to reposition himself after the blow he had taken from the striga in the woods.

It was as if the creature was laughing at him, it's teeth bared out towards him; inviting him. Geralt spat under his breath,just when the striga charged at him once again, screeching in a high pitched tone, the heavy body of the cursed monster almost making the earth beneath it shake. Geralt's sword was ready to strike, but the creature played a move. Right when the striga was close enough, it leapt in the air and took a leap, taking the Witcher by surprise.

It's massive claw struck him and he flew back, flying through the air until he was lying flat against the ground.

The cursed monster hissed and snarled, and Geralt could feel it making its way towards him, but the shooting pain in his body had temporarily had him frozen and a little slower.

He didn't understand what happened after that, but whatever did happen, it bought him the time to get back to his senses and regain his lost strength. When he stood up again, he saw that the striga was engaged in a fight with a massive bear. It was just a normal bear for him, claws sharp as it tried to scratch the striga but even the bear seemed to be of no match to the cursed monster. The bear had scratches over its front legs, and it's chest.

What Geralt didn't understand was that the bear looked at Geralt, and blinked, and Geralt couldn't help but feel something incredibly familiar about those eyes, as if he knew the person lurking behind those eyes.

The moment didn't last long though, for the bear was clawed at by the striga, and tossed away. The poor animal whined in pain, but slumped to the ground, blood pouring out of the wounds on its furry body.

Geralt snarled, taking advantage of the distracted striga, who was already making its way towards that injured bear; he leapt to the ground, rolling on his back and got a hold of the sword he had dropped. Blinking, he took a deep breath, and aimed the sword right towards the striga and let it swoosh through the air. The aim was perfect, the blade of the sword struck the striga right at the base of its neck, piercing into the rotting flesh as the cursed monster stumped to the ground, dead.

You whimpered slightly as you struggled to lift your heavy animal form up, but the cuts on you were scorching in pain, causing you to groan and whine with every little movement you made. You stiffened entirely when you saw the dark eyed Witcher stand tall above your head, only to kneel down next to you, and grunt, "Who are you? You are not a bear."

You growled at him, your sharp teeth bared out at him, but he didn't waver. He just kept looking at you; dead into your eyes.

"Geralt,may the lord's have mercy on my poor soul- where exactly are you?"

Jaskier stepped on a tree branch, crushing it unknowingly, the sound of it following his voice. Geralt muttered a low curse under his breath and he stood up, his hands on either of his hip as he glared at the bard, "I told you to wait by Roach, Jaskier." Jaskier parted his lips, ready to reply but his eyes suddenly caught the sight of you and they widened in fear, watching you slowly struggle to stand up.

"Geralt, why is there a bear behind you? Geralt— "

"that's not a bear," Geralt deadpanned, turned away from you.

"Are you blind? Would you look at that? That is a bear— " He suddenly turned towards you and hissed, "— And it's running away now."

Geralt cursed much louder now, his head turning sharply back. He suddenly began running after you, but you, even in an injured form, were fast and were making a distance already.

"Geralt, why are you running after that bear?" Jaskier shouted, but did not follow him.

Geralt simply shook his head, and muttered, under his breath, more to himself, than to the bard, "that is not a fucking bear."

It felt like a million daggers had been ripped through your flesh. It felt like you didn't have the energy to even open your eyes. Finally, after a lot of effort, your humanly form opened your eyes. The first thing your eyes fell on was the hearth that was warming you up.

And then they moved to your bare feet, that had scratches all over it. Someone had applied a green, now dried up herbal paste to it.

Suddenly, it hit you like ice cold water, and you suddenly remembered it all. How you had tried to fight the striga, and how it had almost killed Geralt.

Geralt.

Your eyes travelled to the shirt that you were wearing, the only fabric that was covering your body. And it didn't take you long to register who it belonged to; owing to the fact that it was too big for your much tinier frame as compared to him.

You buried your hands into your face, embarassment and guilt filling you up. He must have seen you transform, from that bear to this form, which is why you had his clothes on.

"You're awake."

Your eyes lifted, slowly meeting his yellow orbs. He had just entered into the cave, and was holding two logs of freshly cut wood. He knelt down in front of the fire he had made to keep you warm and began placing the logs.

You bit the insides of your cheeks and tried to adjust yourself more comfortably, but the wounds on your chest ached, making you wince. Geralt looked up.

"Don't move. I patched you up."

You blinked, squinting your eyes slightly until you were balling the fabric of his shirt, looking at him.

"You saw everything? Didn't you?"

He stood up, and grunted under his breath, before he made his way to you, and knelt down next to you. His fingers grabbed at the fabric of your shirt, which was clinging to your wound, pulling it away, his eyes fixed against yours, "Who did this to you?"

"No one," you shook your head, and tried to look away, but Geralt's voice snapped you back towards him.

"Yennefer?"

"She didn't mean to. It was an accident," You blurted out.

"I knew," he muttered under his breath, and looked like he was in a thinking.

"I want to go home, Geralt. I'm tired." You began to put the weight on your legs as you tried to get up but pain shot through your body and it made you hiss and fall back again.

"You're hurt, [Y/N]," he rasped, and before you could protest, he was already sliding his thick, veiny hand underneath your thigh, and in one sweep, he had you in his arms.

When Geralt stepped out of the cave, you realized that it was already shining bright outside, and almost half a day was already over. You slid your arm delicately around his neck to hold on to him as he casually, and effortlessly carried you down the rocky terrain. The first few minutes were quiet, and you could feel the Witcher's questions but he didn't ask you.

Finally after a few minutes of silence, you heard him, "How can I lift this curse?" He briefly looked down at you, and you swore you saw a look of gentleness in his eyes as you looked at you.

"We tried everything. There's no way. I'm cursed for life."

His eyebrows twitched, and his nostrils almost flared, in anger. He looked away, forcefully, so that he could concentrate on anywhere but you. Finally, after a minute of giving you a squared jaw, he lowered you on a rock, and turned away from you. Fixing his hands on either of his hips, he turned his back to you, and you could see the scars on his naked back, full displayed to you. You couldn't help but feel drawn to his scars, wanting nothing more than to draw your index finger over each one of it, "Well fuck, I don't buy it. Someone can do something," he barked.

"Well feel free to try, because I've tried and it didn't work!" You yelled back at him.

Suddenly, much to your surprise, the Witcher lowered himself to squat in front of you, his palms fixed on your bare knees, as you only had his shirt on. Before you could understand what was happening, the Witcher grabbed you by the back of your head and pulled you into him, his lips slamming against yours. The kiss was passionate, his lips as though in a battle with your lips, struggling, wrestling for control.

At first, you were shocked, but in minute or so, your body relaxed, the knots slowly loosening, as you began melting into the kiss— until Yennefer's face popped into your mind.

You broke the kiss in the midst, and pushed him away, glaring at him, throwing daggers at him with your eyes, "What the fuck, Geralt?"

He just gave you a serious look, as he lifted himself up again and began trying to lift you but you smacked him hard in the chest and he jumped back. You grabbed him by his arm and pulled him to you, "Why did you kiss me?"

He blinked, giving you a look, before he grabbed your arm, and pulled you closer, so you were chest to chest with him, "I wanted to."

"I'm a monster," you whispered back, but you were so close to him, you could feel your heart race, and so could he.

"You saved me." He said, huskily. Slowly, he reached for a loose strand of hair dangling by your side, pushing him behind your ear. After a short, momentary pause, he whispered, against your ear, "be mine."

You could feel tears pool in your eyes, and you didn't dare blink, afraid he will see them. You shook your head at him, trying to act defiant, but inwardly, you were weakening, "You don't want me. I'm cursed, and I'm gonna be cursed all my life."

"And I'm a Witcher, you think this isn't a curse?"

His words threw you off guard; you werent expecting it. Yes, you were aware how people his kind were treated, but atleast he wasnt cursed.

"They still need you, even if they hate you," you whispered, looking down.

"And I don't need you?" Geralt fixed his index finger over your chin and lifted your face up so you were meeting his yellow orbs that had fire lurking through them, "Don't care if you turn into a bear every fucking single night."

He suddenly bent and picked you up once again, bridal style, but this time you didn't protest. Instead, you had a humongous smile drawn to your face. Your whole body hurt, but you didn't care.

Geralt's words rang through your mind, again and again.

be mine.

"One step at a time, Geralt of Rivia," you said to him, and he just smiled to himself, his lips only crinkling lightly but you knew he was smiling even though his eyes didn't match yours this time.

[pxnk-velvet]

Hello! Hope you're doing well! So. Ok. So I'm on my pms. I'm in pain and I'm horny af at the same time so fml 🤦‍♀️ . I need some Kakashi smut x fem!reader. I'm sucker for this cold-blooded bastard, who thinks he never finds love and then he is melting in her embrace 🥲

Luv ya 💗

ALL YOURS [NSFW!]

Kakashi Hatake x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/n L/n. The women that everyone wanted, until Kakashi got his hands on her. To this day, he still couldn’t fathom the things she made him feel.

Warnings: nsfw!, overstimulation, squirting, intended for mature readers only

shawty! this? THIS??? 🖐🏼🥵🥵🥵 this is probably some of the hottest stuff i have ever written lmao 😭 for reallllll. as always feedback and reblogs are appreciated 😊

He was completely enamored with her. It was like he couldn’t get enough of her being. Everything about her was just so hypnotizing. From the way she spoke, plump lips morphing around each syllable, to the way she walked, frame held beautifully as her hips swayed with a natural rhythm. Her skin, delicate and smooth under the touch of his own calloused hands. Her eyes holding so much emotion and so many secrets, drawing in people with just one glance.

Typically Kakashi Hatake wasn’t a man to brag about the things he had or skills he owned. However, with her by his side, he couldn’t help but smirk under his mask knowing that so many other people had pinned after his beloved.

Y/n L/n.

A notorious name known to the hidden leaf and beyond. One of the best kunoichi to ever come from Konoha. Praised and loved by all. Often set as example for many of the young ninja in training. Sought out by both men and women for friendship, love, sex, and other things.

Yet after years and years, she never gave in to the countless offers of love and devotion. Only resorting to giving the lucky person a single night of ecstasy. Leaving them in the morning, only to return home with a stronger yearning for one man. For years she had eyes for him. Growing up and honing a sturdy friendship that lasted decades. Along with their growing bond, grew their feelings for one another.

Quick glances turned into lingering stares. Stories being told whenever they locked eyes, not a single word spoken. Simple touches seemed to last longer than they usually did. A deep desire and passion behind each one. Only up until recently had they come to terms with one another, finally being able to confess after all this time.

Now, Kakashi sat in the hot spring’s warm waters, his gaze trained on his girlfriend relaxing beside him. The mission they had been sent on, now completed early and taken care of. They figured it wouldn’t hurt to stay for one more night and enjoy the hot springs.

His eyes ate up the sight of her. The way her skin held a thin sheen of sweat and condensation, shining in the moonlight. A few strands of hair sticking to her forehead, cheeks, and neck. Lips parted slightly, head tilted back, chest rising and falling gently.

It was ludicrous, really. The way he was looking at her with no shame at all. Eyes raking over ever dip and curve of exposed skin. Focusing particularly on her breasts, the water moving around them, bobbing to become accustomed to their shape. His lustful stare was intense as his eyes continuously absorbed the sight in front of him, yet the whole time she could feel it. With his eyes trained on her, she peeked open one of her own as a shudder ran up her spine, catching a glimpse him.

His hair dampened by the steam, chest glistening in a way that drove Y/n to new heights. The defined muscles accentuated in the moonlight. Nothing but a single, small towel was covering his face, replacing his usual mask. Y/n had insisted that it was alright for him to take it off, yet he still felt obligated just in case some lone stranger decided to stroll in at the dead of night.

“My eyes are up here, you know.” Y/n teased, lifting her head to look straight at Kakashi. The eye contact sending a strike of arousal through both of them. The ache between their legs only getting worse.

“Yeah,” Kakashi mused, eyes flickering down for a second before coming back up with a smirk, “You just look so good like this. I seriously don’t know what I did to deserve a woman like you.” His voice hung in the air like a song, Y/n melting at his words with an adorable giggle.

The water rippled around them as Y/n shifted to settle herself over his lap. Her thighs sat snuggly over his, chest to chest as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She pressed her breasts against him teasingly, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck, a tall tell sign that she wanted him.

“I think....” She began, shifting slightly in Kakashi’s lap, “That we should head back to the room for a little while.” Her words coated in desire as she spoke, looking deeply into his eyes, telling him exactly what she wanted.

Kakashi hummed in agreement as his hands moved to rest on her bare hips, squeezing instinctively as she lightly swiveled her pelvis. All the while the water swayed around them in rhythmic movements.

Without a single word, Kakashi removed the towel covering the lower half of his face, slowly pulling her in for a kiss. Lips slotting together comfortably like so many times before. In a way that if anyone saw, their jealousy was guaranteed. Kakashi really was a lucky man, and he knew it.

The kiss was hot, full of lust and passion as their hands roamed over wet, warm skin. With parted lips, their tongues danced sinfully. All senses heightened, being stimulated simultaneously.

He was like putty in her hands, shivering whenever her fingertips danced over certain spots on his body, blood rushing to his length by the second. Never did Y/n think Kakashi’s body would be so reactive to her touch. Soon she felt his length press against her lower abdomen, chuckling lightly.

“Come on,” She pulled away reluctantly, feeling him resist slightly, “You’re the one who insisted on wearing a mask even though there’s not a single soul here besides us.” A smile teased on her lips as he held her impossibly closer.

A playful sigh left his lips, groaning, “I suppose you’re right....” A flirty tone laying underneath his words, “But we’re already here. To go back to the room we would need to get up, put our clothes back on, only for us to take them off again seconds later.”

The moment he spoke those words, a mischievous smirk etched onto Y/n’s plump lips, an idea blossoming in her head.

Not even a minute later, two of the most respectable ninja of the Hidden Leaf were dashing down the hallway of a lone motel, completely naked, clothes slung over their shoulders as they tried their hardest not to burst out into loud laughter.

The door swung open as the couple rushed in, the air becoming thick with tension as they caught their breath. A small thud could be heard as they threw their clothes elsewhere. Now standing in the middle of the room, eyes locked in an intense gaze, chests raising and falling as they reciprocate from the antics they just partook in.

This feeling of lightness as well as lust swirled around in Kakashi’s chest, something he lived for. The way she made him feel like he was on top of the world with every passing moment was something he craved. The high he gets whenever he was with her was addictive. Something he never thought he’d get to experience in his lifetime. He didn’t ever plan on stopping either.

Within seconds, they has stumbled their way onto the bed in a tangled mess of limbs. Kakashi situated over her frame as his hands moved to wrap her legs around his waist while they were captured in a heated kiss. With this proximity, their skin was warm to the touch as arousal pooled between Y/n’s legs. Now his lips ghosted over her jaw and continued further on to her neck and collarbones.

A delighted sigh fell from her lips as Kakashi ran his tongue over the area he just marked, lips soft as he sucked on the spot that he knew made her go weak in the knees. All the while she managed to snake a hand between their bodies, taking hold of his member, grazing her thumb over the tip and pumping it a few times. His cock felt heavy in her hands as the veins throbbed under her touch. Kakashi wanted nothing more than for her to cast her magic spell and drive him wild.

“Kakashi...” She whispered, bucking her hips up, “I need you.” Her hand trailed up his abdomen, the muscles going taunt under her fingertips as they continued up and into his hair.

“Anything for you.” He mused, his chest inflating, knowing what he was getting himself into. He ran his length through her folds, a pretty moan falling from her lips as he did so, collecting her wetness.

Kakashi hissed at how tight she was, squeezing around his tip mercilessly, almost enticing him in. Y/n’s mouth fell open, eyes rolling back as her walls stretched to accommodate to his size.

It was euphoric, the way she felt. Velvety walls clamping up whenever he withdrew to thrust forward again. One hand gripping the bed sheets beside her while the other was clasped onto her hip.

As his pelvis continued to snap into hers at a steady pace, her breasts bobbed with each thrust. A sight Kakashi would never get tired of seeing.

“Fuck....” He sighed, hand releasing the sheets to take hold of one of her breasts, “You feel so good.” His lips brushed against her with each word, colliding soon after in a messy kiss, consisting of teeth and tongue.

He could feel her orgasam starting to build. The muscles in her lower abdomen contracting as the coil in her core tightened, Kakashi hitting just the right spot. That spongy little spot that held the key to a mind shattering orgasam.

“Kakashi, please!” Y/n whined, teeth grinding as her eyes were squeezed shut, “Fuck, I wanna cum! Make me yours.” With those words, something snapped inside of him, completely gone and focused on only one thing.

Kakashi made quick movements, shifting so he could grab the back of her thighs and press them to her chest. At the new feeling the position change brought, they nearly lost their minds. Y/n’s walls growing impossibly tighter as Kakashi thrusted into her even deeper.

Y/n’s legs dangled in the air as Kakashi held her thighs, pistoning his hips into hers with incredible speed. The squelching of her wetness echoed in the room as she creamed around his cock. Hot tears running down her cheeks as the intense orgasam rushing over her. Incoherent babbles and words leaving her mouth as he worked her through the high.

“Come on, baby,” Kakashi praised, “Just hold on for me for a little bit longer, ok?” He leaned down to place a gentle kiss on her cheek, licking the tears his lips picked up when he pulled away.

With that he worked quick, taking deep and strong strokes as he paced for his own climax. While doing so, Y/n felt another one quickly creeping up on her.

“Fuck, Kakashi! I’m cumming again.” She cried out, the ballon in her core bursting. Her tight cunt spraying all over his thighs and stomach, squeezing him so tight it was almost painful, triggering his own release. He pressed her thighs down, closer to her chest, holding his hips as close as he could to her hot skin. His tip kissing her cervix, painting it with pretty white strands of his cum.

He gently let down her legs, hissing as he pulled out. Y/n whining quietly at the empty feeling, the mixture of their cum leaking out of her cunt and onto the sheets below.

“You did so good, babe,” Kakashi sang, a tired smile etched on his face, arms moving to wrap around her midsection, “You’re the only woman in the world that could make me feel this good.” His words sweet, sounding like music in her ears as she chuckled softly, pulling him in for a gentle kiss.

“I love you, Kakashi Hatake.” She mused against his lips. Running her fingers through his messy hair, eyes now blown with love and admiration.

His smile grew even wider, hand coming up to caress her face, “I love you too, Y/n L/n. More than you know.”

[alessabriel]

Moments like those were unique with characters from tokyo revengers.

I'm really loving the Tokyo Revengers manga and I couldn't help but write about some characters, when I go later in the manga I will write about even more characters and I hoped to get it right. Take good care of yourselves, drink water and eat well, it is important to.

Anyway Byebye ✨

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➡️Draken | Ken Ryuuguuji

The sun filtered through the window with lilac curtains giving the room a slight glow illuminating the scene within it; a tall young man with blond hair sat on the floor on the black carpet with a noticeably smaller girl behind him.

There was no one else with whom he could let his guard down like this.

Draken despite the cold shower, knowing that he has rested well and that he should not be sleepy, your soft hands combing him make him drowsy, lethargic and with heavy eyelids, he could hardly see your reflection in the mirror in front of him. He, concentrated on his braid and there was nothing better in the world than you being so close that he could feel your warmth, your soft caresses.

With care and gentleness you manage each blonde strand between your fingers, intertwining little by little. You did not see the mirror, they only saw blonde locks that slipped between your fingers, he had beautiful and well-groomed hair. Almost finalizing the braid was when you directed your gaze towards the mirror in front of you; Draken seemed to be nowhere near falling asleep again from the way he nodded slightly.

"Are you sleepy Ryu?"

A denial was the answer clearly but you only laughed at the obviousness of his lie, he was so cute when he was so helpless and vulnerable with you. They were unique moments and by how he snuggled between your legs he said that he only wanted to spend a few more minutes like that, together.

In the morning when even their paths did not separate, Ken Ryuuguuji could allow himself moments of vulnerability where you would cradle him carefully, smiling at all times and he did not need to have his eyes open to know that your face only showed love, he had already gone through a long stage of doubts, denial and self-inflicted pain that knowing who you are, his partner, that you are by his side and that you do not have any doubt in loving him as he is, with everything included only makes him feel more secure. Draken didn't doubt his love for you, he never could.

"I just want to stay like this for a few minutes"

"All you wish Ryuu"

The "I love you" were in the air and were received by both, they knew that love was mutual ...

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➡️Mikey | Sano Manjiro.

The days you left school were naturally late thanks to the extra classes, the club, and other activities. It was normal to walk through the hallways of the school meeting only a few students from grades above who gave tired greetings, it must be difficult to be anywhere from leaving you assumed.

The silence was comforting as something cold.

Once with your outdoor shoes on, you left school seeing how your boyfriend was on his motorcycle with his cell phone in hand distracted, a clumsy idea emerged from the depths of your head and you executed it without thinking twice; you covered his eyes with your hands feeling the seconds how his hands touched yours, it was difficult to hold the laughter.

Mikey only limited himself to smiling without you seeing him, from the moment he felt your warm presence he knew it was you and only as confirmation the sweet aroma of your perfume invaded the air making it comforting, you were warmth, affection and home. You were so smiling, sweet, attentive and funny that sometimes he thought how you had noticed him.

As if you had a detector for his pessimism, you kissed your boyfriend on the cheek when you discovered his eyes showing your remarkable pout openly.

"You are bad guessing love" you accused fun catching your partner's face in your hands, you held between your little hands a mysterious, beautiful and so enigmatic world called Sano Manjiro "It will be that I am very good and I take you by surprise. What if? "

Mikey could only smile and let himself be carried away by your beautiful voice, you seemed to have a sixth sense for when he was just getting into negative thoughts about his relationship and he felt grateful for it, you were so special and irreplaceable.

"Aha, of course" accepted the blond amused, receiving another kiss with pleasure but this time on the lips. Mikey loved the feel of your smooth lips against his own, he could taste the taste of your gloss directly from your lips and it was the best feeling in the universe. "Come on I'll take you home."

The words died from the moment you got on the motorcycle behind your boyfriend, clinging with both arms to his waist and hiding your face from the wind that you knew would impact on your face that you still did not get used to. The soft roar of the motorcycle lulled you, the aroma of fabric softener, sun and sweets coming from your boyfriend only made you feel even more comfortable that it was inevitable not to rub your cheeks against his back, love overflowed from your heart .

"I love you Manji" you whispered softly, without the intention of making you listen but because of a red light one of Mikey's hands was caressing yours, you knew that he had heard you.

"I love you even more S / o-chan"

The green light on the traffic light sealed the rest of the trip in a pleasant and sweet silence, where they knew they were safe.

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➡️Hanagaki Takemichi

It was late when they finally managed to get out of the game room, both laughing at monumental losses in silly games but with a more than happy smile on their lips. Takemichi couldn't help but smile and feel the constant pounding on his chest as your fingers were intertwined with his own, it felt good.

"I had a lot of fun today Michi" you said once you were both waiting for the train at the station, your gaze fixed to the front and then looking at your side hoping to find him looking elsewhere but you met his unmistakable bright eyes that made you blush "We should go out like this more often, I say if you don't have more meetings with Touman "

"I think the same! We won't have any meetings at the moment so you will put up with me longer, ”Takemichi joked laughing.

"I like spending time with Takemichi-kun so it wouldn't be to put up with it, it would be spending quality time with my boyfriend"

You refuted by giggling when you heard that he was choking on his own saliva, so you let go of his hand to gently hit his back helping him out of his stupor. Takemichi could only try to stop coughing and when he did he felt you closer, one of your arms behind his back surrounding him and how you leaned against his. It was instinct and perhaps the feelings of him speaking for him since he left a kiss on your head, he could smell the fruity aroma of your shampoo and the unmistakable essence of your perfume.

Little did you know that your Takemichi could only think of a way to save you, never to lose your smile and treasure each new memory.

You were his first and only love ...

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➡️Atsushi Sendo | Akkun

The journey from his school to your school was about half an hour, but it was worth every tiny second for Atsushi who, like every Friday, had separated from his other friends to pass by you. Even though they had been going out as boyfriends for more than two and a half years, he still felt the nerves all over his body and the butterflies flying in his stomach that multiplied when he saw him leave the main doors laughing at something that your friends said, you looked beautiful with the glow of the sunset making you the center of their world. It was ridiculous how just by seeing you could make him fall in love more. Trying to regulate his nerves I wait for you when he saw you say goodbye to your friends and jog the rest of the way towards him. Was it even allowed to look this good and attractive in a school uniform? He did not know.

"Did you take too long Atsu?" you questioned your boyfriend smiling.

The other people ceased to exist the moment you approached him, the moment he could see your bright eyes and catch the sweet aroma of your perfume in the air.

"Not at all I just arrived a few minutes ago, how was school?"

With a remarkable pout you started with your remarkable anecdote of this day without even knowing that Atsushi was looking at you as if you were hanging the sun, the moon and the stars in the sky. Akkun only listened and commented from time to time, until it was his turn to tell about his day at school. Neither of them noticed when their hands clasped, it was natural.

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➡️Tachibana Hinata

The dark sky above their heads only gave more seriousness and intimacy at the moment, with her nerves on the surface Hinata could only see how the wind moved your hair and carried in it, the scent of your shampoo or perhaps your perfume. perfume that I gave you on your birthday a year ago?

"The moon is beautiful tonight" you said to the air.

Hinata did not take long to detect the message behind your prayer, endless nights watching k-dramas, anime and watching movies xianxia by your side made her understand the references, she loved how you expressed yourself so casually by dropping messages of your unconditional love.

"If the moon is beautiful S / o"

When Hinata thought that silence would fill the air, your voice was heard again but this time in front of her. Hinata could only swallow hard to see you standing in front of her, so she could see the difference in heights between the two and how the elegant beauty accentuated your being, you were so pretty and attractive that it could not cross her mind that you corresponded her feelings but there they were; in the park late at night on a romantic getaway that consisted of a motorcycle ride and talking in a park where they had confessed.

"But I can't help but think that I'm lucky to be able to call you my girlfriend Nat."

"It is not worth it! You always know what to say and you leave me like a fool in love looking at you. You're unfair S / o-chan! "

Before her words continued Hinata felt your lips brush against hers, your kisses were so soft and gentle that she felt so fragile in your arms, so loved and desired.

"I love you so much Nat"

The kisses continued gentle, soft and in order to communicate love, one more memory that the couple would engrave in her memory.

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✨ Here is the end, comments are welcome and if not has in the same way thanks ✨

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[angeloroki]

you are the ua traitor — tamaki; shoto; bakugo

you were the ua traitor. and that broke his heart.

— character ; amajiki tamaki x gn!reader, shoto todoroki x gn!reader, katsuki bakugo x gn!reader

— request ; So I have this idea 👉🏻👈🏻 tamaki ( idk if you write for him ) shouto and bakugou ( feel free to add or remove anyone ) reaction to reader who sent by the league of villains to spay on UA. like the students were on a mission and the villains attacks and reader take their side ? Again plz if your uncomfortable with it just ignore it and ily 🤎🤎Also sorry for any mistake English isn’t my first Language

— genre ; angst

— warnings ; none

— a/n ; ty for your request hun, im totally okay with it!! so i hope you'll like it :)

(ily too <33)

amajiki tamaki

broken

his heart was in pieces when he understood your real presence in UA

you were called in by the professional heroes with nejire and mirio to rescue civilians from an attack on the downtown shopping center

he was warned that it was an attack of the league of villains

the young brunette was not afraid of the villains, but he was afraid for you, his s/o, afraid you would get hurt or worse

but he was happy to be with you on this mission,

you were there to reassure him and to have his back and vice versa, you were just a great duo

but never, never would he have imagined the scene before him

indeed, he was going to fight toga when he saw you deflecting his blow to protect the young blonde

« y/n ? » he said confused

but was he really ?

but everything came together like a puzzle, the rumor of an informant within the school, how each attack coincided with their exit from the school, information leaks

but still everything was fuzzy in his head

and maybe he didn't want to admit the truth

that the person he was in love with was just a villain

tears came to his eyes, and his gaze found the ground. motionless, paralyzed, he was losing his means

he saw you strike a violent blow to a hero who was going to arrest you

another hero came and shook tamaki with both hands

« hey son let them, the building will collapse ! », he shouted in his ears

but tamaki came to free himself from his hold to approach you

you stared at him, poor baby, he was in a bad state

« did you lie about that too ? did you lie to me when you said you loved me ? »

tears came to his eyes, he wanted to hear your truth from your own mouth first

he refused to admit that you had just helped the league of villains to knock out all the heroes

you sighed softly, you had never planned on tamaki in your mission

and even less fall in love with him

« you can still become a hero. and be with me. i beg you. » his voice was now a whisper.

a hero tried to capture you and failed miserably

the cause ?

tamaki

he was holding him back with his tentacles from approaching you.

« i'm sorry. i'm sorry that my love feelings for you are true. » you said.

his gaze was fixed on the ground, but he guessed that you had fled with the other bandits.

he let you go. and you were gone.

shoto todoroki

shoto and you were on patrol in an area when you were called in to help some heroes who were in trouble against the league of villains

your boyfriend who was very attentive to you noticed right away that something was bothering you

although he asked you if you were ready to go, you assured him that everything was fine

he knew you too well and knew something was wrong as you said

and his thoughts were confirmed all too quickly

you had arrived at the battle scene when he heard someone call your name

it was the one villain called twice, he has dealt with before in many attacks

« y/n you're finally here, oh my god, there is so much noises ! no it's silent what do you mean. y/n, shigaraki you don't have to do anything more in the UA ! »

shoto was a man of great composure, yet it was only these few words that managed to destabilise him with incredible force.

he was going to ask you what it meant

and before he noticed you were no longer by his side, he saw you alongside some villains

but instead of seeing them fighting or at least stopping them, shoto quickly understood that you were simply helping them to dodge the heroes' attacks

he said your name in a weak voice at first, filled with concern

he started to walk towards you, at a slow pace then he accelerated his pace

his thoughts whirled at a crazy speed, everything fitted together perfectly.

you were the traitor the teachers had been talking about for the last few weeks.

and you had chosen the worst time to reveal it.

once he was on your level, your first instinct was to protect yourself in case of an attack.

but the last thing he wanted to do was capture you or attack you , he just wanted to understand.

he needed to understand.

todoroki just wanted to understand how you could have betrayed him, or everyone else in the school.

« tell me i'm misinterpreting what's happening, please. »

his usually stoic expression was replaced by one filled with sorrow

and that's what broke your heart the most, plus the fact that your first love was a hero and not a villain like you.

his hands that were connected to yours clenched a little more as if he was afraid that you would disappear at any moment

yet he wasn't wrong to be afraid

and he understood that quickly

« don't give up on me, please. i-i love you y/n, even if we're not in the... same camp. »

never has shoto shown himself so weak in front of someone.

and even less so unreasonable

he, who was so hard on the rules. he was willing to make an exception for you.

and yet, you couldn't let that happen

you had to bite your lip until it bled to keep from crying in front of him.

you would have liked to say that he was only a pawn in your plan, in your mission.

but did you also have to lie to yourself ?

« stop loving me then, because it's not possible. » you reply in a cold voice.

you pushed him away violently, and with your partners you managed to push the little heroes aside to escape.

you did it for him, for his sake, you convince yourself.

even if it would break your own heart.

katsuki bakugo

you and bakugo were in the middle of a hostage rescue

admittedly, this was not bakugo's strong point, attack was more his domain

yet your superiors had specifically assigned you this mission

and what surprised you was that he didn't grumble while trying to change your mind

you didn't know it but he was happy to keep an eye on you, you were dealing with the league of villains and he was relieved to be able to be by your side to protect you in case things got out of hand

although he knew you were capable of protecting yourself

but now he wasn't sure if you ever even needed him

indeed, you were the two heroes still standing against the villains,

the other pro-heroes were either injured or unconscious

he wanted to keep you out of the way to avoid hurting you when he wanted to attack

« get out of my way moron, it's time to attack ! »

and yet you pushed him away with a calculated gesture and tackled him to the ground

you had handled him gently and carefully not to hurt him

and it was the fact that you attacked him instead of your opponents that caught him off guard

he didn't even try to struggle, letting you do this technique that you had learned from aizawa, in a few seconds only

and yet even though he suspected what was going on, he dared to say

« i knew you were stupid, but not that stupid ! we're not in training, the bad guys are the assholes over there idiot ! »

he was quick to get out of the way, but you made it easy to keep him in your grip

« don't be silly katsuki, you know we were never on the same side. », you say in a voice filled with pain.

you understood well what he was doing, the young blond is a smart and a clever man although he didn't let anything show in class

he simply refused to accept the truth, hiding his face

without saying anything, he pushed you away and went to attack the villains who were starting to flee

this time, and it was the last, you tackled him to the ground so that he

you didn't know about this surprise attack by the villain league, the last thing you wanted was for this mission to go wrong and katsuki to get hurt.

his expression was a mixture of anger and pain

« DON'T THINK I'M GOING TO LET YOU ESCAPE JUST BECAUSE WE'RE IN THE SAME CLASS Y/N! » his voice broke in mid-sentence.

you felt your throat tighten, it was the first time he had used your name.

Why did it have to happen in this particular situation?

it had been a while since he had stopped struggling, only his bruised eyes were still trying to struggle

you didn't answer, a heavy silence was between you despite the mess around you

« answer me, damn it... » , his voice had calmed down, but you could still feel the anger simmering.

« you couldn't understand katsuki. » you fled his gaze, your hands still holding him.

he let out a dry laugh.

« yeah, you're just like all the rest. »

bakugo was still stronger than you, in just a second he was up and pushing you away.

he turned his back on you.

« go away. but i will find you. »

[dragon-kazansky]

Dangerous | Helmut Zemo

AU! Race car driver Zemo 😎

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

I AM ONCE AGAIN SORRY

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Part 9

When Zemo got to the bar, there was no one there. He had gone inside looking for you, had asked all the staff when he couldn't see you there. He began to panic when they told him you had left a while ago.

Rushing back outside, he looked left and right rapidly. He saw no one. He got back into his car and drove. He would drive all night if he had to. He just had to find you.

He kept trying to call you, but you wouldn't pick up. At some point you turned your phone off, which just made him worry all the more.

Pietro Maximoff.

He hadn't heard that name in years. What happened back then had always hung over him like a dark cloud, but it had been so long since anyone had ever said that name to him.

He had to explain. You needed to know what happened. If Zemo lost you, what would be the point? How could he race without his lucky charm? He couldn't let this get between you both.

He felt horrible lying to you. There was so much he hadn't told you, but he had never wanted you to find out like this. He should have been honest from the start.

Zemo could only imagine what you were thinking. What must you think of him now?

How long had been driving? He had no idea. He hadn't found you yet. It was becoming harder and harder to keep up his facade. He wanted to yell, scream, punch something.

Everything was falling apart.

The only place he hadn't checked was home. He had no idea how you would have got there, the walk being too far, but it's all he had left.

He makes the drive back.

His grip on the steering wheel was tight. He was full of worry, anger, regret.

He pulls up to the house, but all the lights are off and there is no sign of life. He has the key for the door, there's no way you have got in. He looks down the path to the garage, it looks undisturbed. The garage is locked up tight.

You're not here.

His phone rings.

Zemo scrambles for the device, nearly dropping it from how bad his hands had begun to shake. He looks at the screen, but is left disappointed. It's not you.

James Barnes

He answers it.

"Whatever it is better be important. I have urgent business to attend to." Zemo is surprised by how level he can keep his voice right now.

"I'd say this is important."

"Well, what is it?"

"I bumped into Y/N on my way home. It's only because of Sam I was able to recognize them."

"Where are they?" He asks, almost urgently.

"On the last train home for the night. Zemo, what the Hell happened? They were hysterically upset. I swear I'll kick your ass if you did something stupid."

"It wasn't something I did. Were they alone?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Y/N had gone to meet someone. A wicked young woman who I may run over if I see her," he hisses down the phone.

"I didn't see anyone else."

"I have to go."

Zemo hangs up. He has to go to you, but first, he has to meet with Stark. The only way that nasty little woman could have known about that incident is if Stark had told her.

Tony Stark had been there that day.

Zemo gets into his car and he drives. He drives like a man on a mission. He doesn't care how late it is, Tony Stark will see him tonight.

If Zemo loses you, he will never forgive himself. He will never forgive Tony Stark.

He will never race again.

The lights are on at Stark's homebase. Zemo spends a few minutes parked outside looking at the window. The curtains were drawn, but movement could be seen vaguely behind them.

He gets out and marches up to the door. He knocks harshly.

In the seconds before the opening of the door, many thoughts flashed through Zemo's mind. He had no idea what would happen here tonight, all he did know was that Tony Stark was a cruel man who wanted to ruin everything good in his life.

Zemo had been beyond lucky they even let him race again after what happened.

The door opens. Stark stands there.

The way he looks at Zemo, it pisses him off. He stands with his chin up, head held high, looking down at Zemo. He knows why the Baron is here. He had anticipated his visit.

"What a surprise," Tony says, no emotion to his voice.

"What have you done?'

"What I had to." Tony walks away, leaving the door open. He walks over to his alcohol cabinet and pours himself a drink. Zemo steps inside, glaring daggers at the man. His hands clenched into fists as he grinds his jaw.

"That was six years ago."

"It still happened."

"You know it wasn't my fault."

Tony stands, drink in hand, looking at his rival. Here was a man who had been broken once before, and stands broken again. Stark did you a favour. Zemo wouldn't be here now if you had gone back to him after that, so he can only assume you left.

"You are the reason that kid is dead. Everyone knows it."

Zemo shakes his head.

"You are the reason people see me as a murderer. I did nothing to you. That, out there, is competition. We play the game by the rules and we play fair. At least, we're suppose to. I do not like your dirty tricks, Stark."

Tony doesn't move. He stands there, still.

"I was lucky they even let me race again, but even luckier when Y/N came into my life. You are taking away everything I hold dear, piece by piece. You are ruining me."

"You ruined yourself when you took up racing," Tony says, coldly.

"You just can't let it go, can you? You don't like that I am better than you."

Tony doesn't reply.

Zemo takes slow, careful steps toward Tony. His eyes, glazed with tears, do not look away from his gaze. He only stops when he is directly in front of him.

"If I lose Y/N, you will never hear the end of this. You're cruelty knows no bounds, Stark. I fell so very sorry for Miss Potts. How can she be so fond of a man like you who turns careers and flaunts around with other women. Does your little bird know you are a heartless bastard?"

"You don't scare me, Zemo."

"Not yet, I don't."

Zemo grabs the glass from Stark's hand, throws it at the wall behind him, and then marches away.

He has to see you.

By the time he reaches your town, it's about one on the morning. Though there is the chance you're sleeping, he is here and he will takes his chances.

He knocks on your door.

There are no sounds, no sign of movement, but there is a light which he can see under your door.

You're home.

"Y/N." His accent is heavier than usual, wavered by emotion. He leans up against the door, ear pressed against it.

You're there.

He knows you're there, listening.

"I'm sorry," he says, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about me. Pietro Maximoff died in a terrible accident. His car malfunctioned. It was an accident that turned into a case because someone decided to ruin my career."

He waited, wanted to see if you would say anything.

You didn't.

"I have raced before. I won on my first race. I won again, the second. A racing star, they called me. That was the first time Tony Stark had lost. Suddenly, he had competition. Real competition. Before, he would leave everyone in the dust, winning over and over again. Then I showed up. After my second win, he had my car checked. He was furious because it was legal. He assumed I had altered it against the rules because there was no way his cars would lose. Then that happened."

He hears you move. You're right behind the door.

"Pietro Maximoff was a crazy good driver. Apparently he was awed by me. I told him if he crossed the line that day, I would tutor him. We made a deal. However, his car malfunctioned after the third turn. He drove head first into the barrier, full speed. His car caught fire. He was alone. It took too long for the team to reach him. He died on impact, they say. He was dead whether they got to him or not."

He sighs, hand resting up against the door.

"I did not tamper with his car. I did not kill that boy. Tony Stark made them believe I did with no evidence to prove it. I was found not guilty of attempted murder, but I was disqualified from racing up until I finally made an appeal. This season is my first racing season in 6 years."

He waits.

He hears shuffling, but nothing else.

"You have to believe me. If I lose you too... i have nothing left."

Nothing.

You don't say anything. The door does not open. He steps back in defeat. He doesn't know what else he can do, what else he can say.

Except, "If you still hold feelings for me, then please be at the next race. If you come, I'll know you'll forgive me. I know you'll still love me. If you don't, then I will never bother you again. I'll know that I have ruined everything and I will live with that regret until the day I die."

He takes a deep breath and steps away further.

"I love you. I want you to know that. I love you."

You cry silently as you listen to him walk away. It's not until you're sure he has gone when you let your cries out.

On your coffee table sat your laptop. As soon as you got home, you had been researching what had happened that day.

There was no evidence.

Just articles and speculation.

The fact that you even believed for a moment he had killed a young man like that made you sick. How horrible of a person could you be?

Helmut deserved someone better than that.

He has spent so many years living with a tragic accident over him, and you hadn't even talked to him about it.

You felt awful.

You spent most of the night heartbroken. Sleep eventually paid you a visit, but it was hardly restful. You just woke up in pain.

Race day was coming fast.

What were you going to do?

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