#They weren't strong enough to do it but didn't want to bother the higher ups

[bet-on-me-13]

Danny goes on Vacation: Bad Ending

(Kind of a Part 2 to This Post, and specifically the comment made by @gamermineral about the GIW)

So! Danny has not had a Vacation in Years. Not since the day he became a Hero.

Its not even that he hasn't tried before, its that every time he does it all goes horribly wrong.

The first time he ever tried taking a vacation, Undergrowth broke out of the Zone and took over the town for a 2nd Time. It took a week to fix that mess.

The next time, he tried just going away for a few days, and that was the day Aragon and Vlad teamed up to try and take over the City.

The final time was a few years later. He had mostly managed to establish a Stable Situation after months of Hard Work. The Rogues weren't attacking as Frequently, and in fact many of them had become good frenemies with him over the years. Their Battles were more like Play Fights at that point, although he did need to keep them from going too far and hurting civilians.

He thought he was safe for a few days break in the next city over...

Turns out some random Cult decided to Summon Pariah Dark out of his Coffin in them middle of a Major City that very day. That Incident had both Secured his Position as the new Ghost King, and had caught the attention of the JLA. They approached him afterwards offering a position on their Team.

Still, Danny held off on having a Vacation for a while longer. He still didn't know if it was even worth asking them to cover for him, the situation was mostly peaceful and they weren't that big of a threat usually.

Eventually though, after a few months of working up the nerve he asked the Team if they could cover for him so he could have a Vacation. They had enthusiastically agreed, happy to help even if it was a supposedly easy job.

Danny left them a few instructions on what to do in the case of a Rogue Attack, and left for his Vacation in Space.

But he still wasn't fully sure, so he went back to check on them after 2 days. It seemed like everything was actually fine, and he left again.

A week later, he was feeling nervous again, and check up again. And it still seemed to be going well.

After one more minor checkup, he felt secure in the safety of the Situation. So he left to deep space for the remainder of his Vacation and enjoyed the hell out of it. He felt free for the first time in YEARS!

But the situation wasn't going nearly as good as the Team had lead on.

The Rogues were too powerful for the initial team dispatched to handle the threat, and they needed to call in a few more Heroes to fight them off. When Danny showed up for his check in, they had played if off as Much as they could and sent him on his way. Then they did the same for the next two times.

The JLA Team was struggling far too much, much more than they could handle. But they didn't want to call in high level members, they had too much pride.

And unfortunately, the GIW was there to "help" them. They said that they could use the GIW Tech at their disposal to contain the Ghosts until the Hero of the town got back, that their weapons were Optimal for battling them without hurting them.

And the JLA Team took up the offer.

The next time they beat a Rogue, using GIW Weapons, they sent them to the nearby GIW Base and called it a day. And they continued doing that for the entire month Danny was away. They didn't know better, they would later claim.

Danny returned from his trip happy as can be. Until he sought out his Fight Buddies, and could find none of them.

"Hey guys, I just checked up on the Zone." Said Phantom, "And I couldn't find any of my Rogues. Do you know where they are?"

One of the Team Members who had taken over Amity for the month responded, "Well, we weren't having an easy time forcing them back through the Portal, so we took up the offer of some Locals who said they could help."

"Oh!" Said Phantom, "So Ms Mason and Mr Foley helped? Or was it Mrs. Grey? Or the Fentons? What did they do to keep the Ghosts from the Zone?"

"Oh no, it wasn't any of them" Said the Team Member, "It was this little organization called the Ghostly Investigation Ward, they helped us contain all the Rogues in their Base. We started last month, and-"

And Phantom stopped listening after that. His Heart stopped, his blood drained from his face, and he felt a deep sense of horror permeating his Core.

The GIW had captured all of his Friends.

And the JLA had helped them.

[arreuyas]

NEEDINESS. | Satoru Gojo x F! Reader

*⁠.⁠✧ In which Gojo Satoru fantasizes about his girlfriend when she isn't home.

warnings: smut/nsfw, pillow humping, handjob/jerking, sniffing panties, overstimulation, unprotected sex, needy (almost sub) gojo.

wordcount: 1.8k

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IT'S ALREADY past nine when Satoru reaches home. He opened the front door of the living room, hoping to see you there with your usual smile and receiving him into your embrace with those pretty open arms of yours. Yet, that didn't happen, making him raise an eyebrow in both worry and disappointment.

He immediately grabbed his phone, seeing that you left a text saying that you were going to be late. He sighed, already pouting from not having you to pamper him. Both your schedules usually matched— Satoru didn't really have a schedule, but he'd leave home with you and when he got back you would be already waiting for him. But both being sorcerers, it was only natural that this kind of thing could happen.

He sighed, taking off his shoes before locking the door and tossing the keys on the table. There wasn't dinner ready, because you were the one that did it for him, and Gojo didn't bother eating if it wasn't your cooked-home meal. So he went straight to your shared bedroom, in his mind he wanted to take a shower and change clothes but he was tired, and your absence only made him less willing to do anything, so instead he collapsed in bed, staring at the ceiling.

He misses you.

He always do, whenever you're not around. And he's always worrying about your safety too, knowing that you're strong but he'd be more relaxed if you two had more time together throughout the day. Yet, he knew it wouldn't happen because he was always sent to missions alone by the damn higher-ups, the burden of being the strongest sorcerer.

He let out another sigh, and when he inhaled he felt your scent coming from the room. Oh, yes. Your perfume still lingered on every part of the house, Satoru even avoided putting on cologne because it would mask your sweet scent.

He buried his face on your pillow, inhaling deeply and letting out another sigh, but this time being from appreciation. He remembered what you two did on the bed just the last night— you didn't change the sheets, because he had used a condom and you both had sex on the edge of the bed. But he could still smell it and the memories returned to his mind, very welcomed by him. He remembered your seductively smile as he pinned you to the bed, your hair sprawled around the pillow. Your blushing cheeks and oh...

He moaned, already aroused by only the most 'normal' parts of his memories of last night. He remembered your sexy voice whispering naughty against his ear, nibbling on his lobe. Fuck. His cock was already twitching in his pants. He moved his hand down to palm his bulge, a small groan coming from his throat as he did so. Satoru was already hard; he loved you so much that only the mere mention of your name was enough to make him melt.

He didn't like playing with himself alone, Satoru would always beg for you to do it. To have sex, when you two had the time. To jerk him off, when you didn't. A quickie or a blowjob, when you were tired. Either way, it was to be with you. But you weren't there. And he didn't have a clue how long you would take, either. It wouldn't do any harm to jerk off, right?

Yet, he knew it wouldn't be as exciting.

For some reason, his eyes glanced at the closet and that was when he had the nastiest thought he could have. The special-grade sorcerer knew that you would get mad at him, even slap him— not strong, though, because you'd never try to hurt your sweet boyfriend. But he wanted to, he needed you and what's the closest thing of you right now if not your scent... or something that is with you all day?

Without giving it much though, he alr had one of your panties in hands. A black laced one, his favorite. The lingerie had the bra as well but just this piece would be enough. He rested his back against the headboard of the bed, stroking his cock as he stared at your underwear, remembering just how sexy you were with it on. He wondered which one you were using today... Gojo didn't get to see you changing this morning. Fuck, he should've. Maybe you were without anything— he moaned from the thought.

His mind was filled with you, you and you. He was pumping his blushy dick with his hand, pearly precum leaking from the tip and lubricating the length. He wanted to fuck you, to bury himself deep inside you and make you dumb on his cock. To claim you, dominate you, breed you. You looked so pretty when you were overstimulated.

“Ah— Please.” He didn't know why he was beginning, alone in that bedroom, but the 'for who' was pretty obvious. Gripping tightly on your lingerie, Gojo bucked his hips up when that pleasure building up exploded. He groaned, biting his lower lip as he shoot his load. It dirtied his abdomen and some went to the sheets— he could just clean that up later before you reached home.

But he was still hard as a rock.

His pale skin was reddish as he breathed heavily, his blue eyes almost teary as he kept stroking his dick for you. It wasn't enough. It wouldn't be, no matter for how long he jerked himself. He needed you, now. Where the hell were you?

He moaned in a needy way, now he was laying down on the bed, grabbing a pillow and placing it in between his legs. Satoru started thrusting against it, rubbing his sensitive cock on the pillow as his hands gripped on the mattress. He placed your panties against his nose, inhaling the scent of the clean piece of cloth, but there was still a bit of the scent of your sex on it, and he loved it. He was so sensitive, so needy for you.

“Enjoying yourself, I see.” A voice he knows way too well suddenly filled the room and he moaned from hearing it. His eyes shoot to the door, seeing his sexy girlfriend with arms crossed staring at him... he almost came just from seeing you.

“Please, please–” He was still rocking his hips on the pillow, now while looking at you. You scoffed, approaching the bed slowly, almost tortuously for Satoru.

“Jerking yourself as your girlfriend is busy working, don't you have any shame? And is that my lingerie?” Your eyes widened with amusement as you saw the piece of your lingerie and how Satoru blushed even more from embarrassment. “How needy.”

You yanked the pillow from him, tossing it away and grabbing his dick in your hands. Satoru moaned loudly. His cock sprung against his abdomen, cum leaking out and making it almost shiny. His white hair was a mess, forehead dewy with sweat. You chuckled at the sigh, loving seeing him in that submissive state, begging for you. “Such a cute boy.” You purred, your thumb teasing hus tip as you stroke him slowly, making Satoru twitch and squirm at your touch, extremely sensitive and almost overstimulated.

You kissed his neck, making him groan. “Baby, please!” He begged, thrusting his hips up in the air and against your hand, moaning when you gave his cock a soft slap.

“I should punish you for being naughty... But for now I'll let you be, since you're cute.” You were quick to take off your own pants—the sorcerer uniform you used— and to straddle his lap with your legs. Your hand caressed his abdomen, seeing how he breathed in deeply, his body jolting under your touch.

“I'll be good, so please— I can't take it anymore, I'm gonna die!” You chuckled at how dramatic he sounded, and your hand moved to push your panties to the side.

Ah, the pink one. Satoru whined when he saw that, it was one of his favorites as well.

However, he didn't have much time to appreciate the view as you lined his cock with your cunt, pushing your hips down and embracing his length with your hot, wet cavern. Satoru's eyes widened as he moaned loudly like a bitch, squirming under you as he came inside.

“That was quick...” You chuckled, feeling his dick pulsating and how Satoru rolled his eyes to the back of his head before closing them and looking at back you with a needy look. “Do you think you can handle—”

You couldn't finish your sentence, as Gojo pinned you down to the bed and kissed you, his tongue slipping inside your mouth and twirling with yours as he started thrusting in a fast pace. You chuckled, wrapping your legs around his hips and inviting him deeper as he moaned and moved like a dog in heat.

He moved his lips to your neck, biting and sucking, placing marks all over and then moving even lower to your breasts, nibbling on the nipple and sucking on it like he was eating a dessert. “I can't– Ngh, please... I don't think I can... hold back for much longer.”

His hand moved to your cunt, rubbing your clit in circles as he kept pounded into you, slowing down everytime he felt like orgasming. Satoru didn't want to cum alone again, he already did it twice. It would be too humiliating, he knew you'd tease him for at least two weeks.

“Cum with me, please, please.” He begged, resting his head on your collarbone. “Cum all over my cock, I want it so bad.” He growled yet let out a whimper right after, he was normally very dominant but this time he was acting like a virgin.

You moaned too, feeling as the pleasure was making your cunt clench around his cock, and you wrapped your hands around his back, nails scratching his back. “I'm gonna cum.” You announced with a gasp.

“Yes, yes, yes! Fuck, I’m coming!” Satoru groaned, his cock twitching and then spurting his hot seed, almost watery deep inside you. You came right after, moaning and arching your back instinctively, holding onto him. “Take it– Mhm. I love you so much!”

He kept pumping his seed inside you until there was nothing leaking anymore, both your highs calming down. Gojo looked at you with a shy, yet lustful face but then you started chuckling.

“My panties, Satoru? Really?”

“Don't tease me!”

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[bingwriterxo]

childhood friends

pairing: vada cavell x reader

summary: in which you and vada grow up together, and here are some snippets

warnings: parents fighting, persistent man

word count: 2700+

You were seven when Vada pushed her way into your life unexpectedly. 

Your mother had taken you to the local playground, sick and tired of having you bouncing off the walls inside the house, and you immediately ran toward the swing set, intent on getting higher than you ever had before. You were settling into one of the seats, fingers gripping the metal chains, when you felt hands on your back and you were suddenly flying forward from the small shove, landing on the wood chips below that cut into your knees. 

"Hey!" you cried, twisted around where you had fallen and staring up at the girl who had pushed you. She was short and didn't look like she should've been strong enough to have shoved you, but she was sticking her tongue out at you, so you knew it was her. "What was that for?"

"Just 'cause," she said before slipping into the swing that you had been sitting on. She started pumping her legs a bit, but she wasn't getting much air.

You scrambled to stand, afraid of getting hit by one of her feet and angry at the fact that she had stolen your rightful place, and brushed yourself off. To combat both of these feelings, you walked up to her, placed your hands on your shoulders, and pushed her backwards, smiling when she thudded on the ground and let out an, "Oof!"

"What was that all about?" she asked you from the ground.

"You did it to me first!" you argued, pointing at her with narrowed eyes. 

She huffed and stood, not bothering to wipe away the stray wood chips on her t-shirt. From that close, you could see the array of freckles that decorated her face, and, for a fleeting moment, thought that they looked just like stars in the night sky. But then your anger came rushing back to you and you shook away your thoughts, staring at her with furrowed eyebrows.

"It's not nice to push people off swings," you said. "Mama told me that."

"But you just did!" 

"Mama also told me that fair's fair," you huffed.

She crossed her arms over her chest and regarded you for a moment with a frown. Then, her gaze softened and she sighed. "Fine. Whatever."

You weren't really sure what to do then as you stood in front of the girl, who stared back at you. It seemed like she didn't know what to do either. You thought for a moment and then let out a resigned sigh.

"Why don't we take turns," you suggested, "since all of the other swings are taken."

She glanced around quickly and then nodded. "Okay, but I want to go first."

You rolled your eyes as best as you could. "Fine."

She grinned and climbed onto the swing, twisting around to look at you. "Could you push me? I can never get very high," she said. 

You grumbled but did it anyway. She still didn't get very high, but she was giggling and laughing, so you figured you were doing a pretty good job. When it was your turn, she very un-elegantly clambered off the swing and stood to the side, watching as you pumped your legs until you had a steady rhythm.

"How do you do that so well?" she asked.

"I dunno, just do," you said.

She huffed, and then when you decided you had had enough, you dragged your shoe into the wood chips, slowing yourself down. You stayed sitting and looked to the girl. 

"What's your name, anyway?" you asked. "So I can tell my mom who made my knees all icky." You pointed down to the scrapes you had, and the girl's eyes followed.

"Oh," she said. "Sorry."

"'S okay," you said. "You didn't answer my question."

She blinked back at you, and then said, "My name's Vada."

"That's a funny name," came your immediate response, and suddenly her hands were on your shoulders and you were laying on your back in the wood chips, staring up at the sky. Your view was blocked as the girl's head hovered above you, her hair hanging down like a dark curtain. 

"That wasn't nice," she told you.

"Okay," you said, sitting up. "Sorry."

"'S okay," she mimicked, and you could tell she had never said that phrase in that way before because she stuttered over the words. "What's your name?"

"Y/N."

She nodded. "Okay. Wanna play tag?"

You nodded right back. "Sure."

* * *

You were eleven when you showed up at Vada's house in the middle of the night.

Your parents had been fighting in the kitchen, their voices carrying throughout the small house and into your bedroom, where you had been laying in your bed with the covers pulled over your head to block out the sound. When that didn't work, and their argument only seemed to get louder, you slipped out from beneath your blanket and shuffled to your closet, pulling a sweatshirt off its hanger and sliding into a pair of sneakers. You had propped open your window, snuck out of it, and ran the full way to Vada's house, which luckily was only a couple streets away. 

When you arrived, you knocked softly on Vada's bedroom window, hoping that she was awake. In just a few seconds, her curtains were being pulled aside and her face appeared, darkness shrouding her, but she was visible from the street lamp that shed light into her bedroom. She popped the window open.

"What're you doing here?" she asked quietly. 

You glanced down at your feet, which were digging into the dirt, and said, "My parents are fighting."

She sighed. "Again?" You nodded, and she said, "Okay, get in here." 

You were quick as you climbed through her window, careful not to mess up her display of Lego sets as you did. When you were fully inside, you kicked your shoes off and looked up at the brunette, who was watching you with sad eyes. 

"Are you okay?" she asked, and even though there was that strange ache in your chest that only ever appeared when your parents fought, you nodded. "Okay. What now?"

"I dunno," you said with a shrug. "You got your mom's old laptop for your birthday, right?"

She nodded. "Yeah. Why?"

"We should watch a movie or something."

"Oh, good idea!" Vada took you by the hand and led you to her bed, letting you get in it first before she followed. She grabbed the laptop from her nightstand and set it on her lap, turning it on. 

You watched the loading screen for a moment before sinking further into the mattress and leaning your head on Vada's shoulder, stomach stirring a little at the warmth that she gave off. You felt her tense beneath you for just a second before she relaxed, but you didn't mention it. Instead, you asked, "What movie are we going to watch?"

"I'm not sure yet. There's a few I've been wanting to see. Like..." The girl rambled on and on about the movies she hadn't seen yet, even when the computer was fully booted up and ready to go, and you simply listened, slowly being lulled to sleep by her voice. You barely registered the fact that she had stopped until she asked, "Are you sure you're okay?"

You hummed sleepily. "Yeah, Vads." You both ignored the nickname that slipped out. 

"You don't have to be okay, you know that, right?" You could feel her shift beneath you as she got more comfortable. "And you can always talk to me, okay?"

"Okay, Vada," you said. "Thank you."

* * * 

You were fourteen when you realized you had feelings for Vada.

You woke up one morning to the sight of Vada in your bed, who was still asleep with her mouth slightly open and hair splayed out against your pillow, and that familiar stirring started in your stomach that you quickly recognized as butterflies, and your cheeks heated up and you thought, Oh fuck. 

You tried to scramble out of your bed as fast as you possibly could, but your foot got caught in your sheet and you ended up falling to the ground with a heavy thud, waking the brunette in your bed. She sat up, confused both from the noise and the fact that you weren't anywhere in sight, until she noticed the sheet pulled taut in the corner of the bed.

"Are you--Did you fall out of your bed?" she asked as she peeked her head to look at you. She laughed at the sight of you on the floor, holding onto your elbow which had hit the wood harder than the rest of you. 

"Kind of..." you said, staring up at her with teary eyes. She just laughed harder, and you blushed but found yourself giggling along with her.

"How the fuck did you fall out of your bed?" she asked when she had calmed down enough to form real words. 

You stood on wobbly legs and trained your gaze on literally anything other than the brunette. "I don't know. I just...did?" 

She rolled her eyes softly and smiled. The butterflies fluttered harder in your stomach. "You're, like, the clumsiest person I know."

You scoffed. "Says you!"

Vada pulled herself up onto her knees and waddled toward you. "Let's not be rude, now."

"Vads, you literally tripped over your own foot yesterday and face planted into the asphalt," you said, which the brunette didn't need to be reminded of because she still had the bruised nose to prove it. 

"Shut up!" she whined, throwing herself at you. She wrapped her arms around your neck and flopped backward, pulling you down onto the mattress with her. You threw your hands out so that you wouldn't land fully on top of her, and then gulped at the compromising position you found yourself in. 

You, hovering above Vada, who was grinning widely beneath you. You held your breath as you watched her eyes flicker between your own eyes and your lips, and when she started to lean up, you pushed away.

"My mom's making waffles," you said quickly. "In the kitchen. I can smell them."

You watched as she pouted a bit before sitting up, raising her arms above her head to stretch. You swallowed hard at the slight skin that showed on her stomach before it was covered by her t-shirt again. She scratched at the top of her head as she said, "Okay. Let's go then."

You followed behind her slowly, eyes trained on your feet, and tried not to think about the fact that Vada was leaning in to kiss you just a minute prior. 

* * *

You were sixteen when Vada kissed you for the first time. 

Mia Reed was throwing a party, and people were swarming her house as soon as the door was officially declared open. You and Vada were no exception as the brunette begged you to go, saying that you owed her. For what, you weren't exactly sure, but you said yes as soon as Vada gave you the puppy-dog eyes. 

The two of you were standing in the kitchen, plastic solo cups in hand filled with whatever-the-hell liquor Mia had sitting on the counter, and simply talking--or shouting, because of the music that was booming throughout the house. 

"I'm gonna zip to the bathroom really fast," Vada told you at some point, and you nodded, telling her you'd be fine on your own for two minutes. She narrowed her eyes at you like she didn't believe you, but you giggled and shoved her shoulder.

Almost as soon as you were alone, a new body slotted into the place that was once Vada's. You glanced up, grimacing a bit as you realized it was Jack, one of the players on the football team. He was offering you a sly grin that you were sure was charming to other girls.

"Hey, Y/N," he greeted, and you could smell the beer on his breath. You crinkled your nose but still responded, because who were you if not polite.

"Hi, Jack," you said, giving him your own tiny smile. He lit up at the sight of it, taking it as a sign to get even closer to you. 

"You know, I've always though you were gorgeous," he claimed. It made you want to throw up.

"Oh." You chuckled awkwardly. "Thanks, I guess."

He nodded. "Sure." He took a sip from the can in his hand and then looked back down at you. "A few of my buddies and I are gonna go back to my place after this. You should come," he offered. You didn't miss the way his eyes ran down your body, lingering a little too long on your chest. 

You shook your head. "Sorry, but I have other plans." You didn't, not really, although you were almost sure Vada would end up dragging you to her house to watch movies, and there was no way in hell you were missing out on that, especially for some jock you weren't even remotely attracted to. 

"Oh, come on. It'll be fun." He pushed into you a bit more, and you tried to back up, but you were cornered. "And, maybe you and I could...spend a little time alone or something."

"I'm okay." You flashed him your best smile and then tried to scoot past him, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into him.

He smiled, sort of, but it looked like more of a snarl to you. "I'll try this again. You and me, after this party."

"Jack, I said--"

"I'm pretty sure she said no, dude," a familiar voice said from behind Jack. You glanced past him to see Vada standing there, her eyebrows furrowed and a frown pulling at her lips. Your heartbeat quickened at the sight.

Jack twisted to stare at the brunette. "Whatever, Cavell. Get out of here." He turned back to you. "Now, as I was saying--"

He was interrupted by Vada, again. "Leave her alone, Cofferey," she scoffed. 

"Bro, back the fuck off--" Jack began as he turned around fully to snap at her, but he was cut off by her fist against his cheek. 

"Oh, fuck!" Vada cried, shaking her hand out. "That hurt a lot more than it looks like it does in movies!" 

You quickly moved past Jack  and wrapped your hand around Vada's waist, dragging her away from the kitchen before the boy could recover and beat her up. You pulled her into a random bedroom and slammed the door shut behind you, locking it just in case he decided to follow, though by the lack of pounding against the wood, you guessed that he was far too drunk to bother. 

"Are you okay?" you both asked at the same time. Vada chuckled a bit before saying, "I'm fine, although I think I bruised my hand." She glanced at her knuckles and opened her hand a bit. "Eh, whatever." She looked up at you. "Are you okay?"

You sighed. "Yeah. I'm fine."

She tilted her head. "Y/N..."

"Don't worry, Vads. Really, I'm fine." You walked toward her and took her injured hand in your own, inspecting it. "Yeah, you're definitely gonna bruise," you laughed.

"Well, I'll have a cool story to tell my mom, then," she joked.

You looked at her and smiled. "Thanks, for doing that. You didn't have to."

She shrugged. "He was bothering you. What was I supposed to do? Just watch it happen? No, that's dumb."

"Yeah, but still. Your hand's gonna hurt for a while."

"It was worth it."

"Was it?" You chuckled. "I don't know about th--"

Before you could even finish your thought, Vada's lips were pressed against your own. You were taken by surprise, not kissing back for a moment, and the brunette pulled away quickly, panic in her eyes.

"I'm sorry!" she squeaked. "I should've asked. That was stupid. And you probably don't even want to kiss me 'cause, you know, we're best friends. And, oh god, that was so dumb! I'm sorry. I wasn't even thinking! You just look so pretty all worried and I just--"

This time it was your turn to shut her up. You cut off her rambling by pulling her in by the waist and kissing her softly, giving her a moment to catch up with what was happening. She immediately relaxed against you, lips moving against your own eagerly. 

You pulled away with a laugh when she tried to deepen it, and her eyes fluttered open softly. "At least I know how to shut you up now," you giggled.

She gasped. "That is so rude!"

You rolled your eyes, pulling her close again. "Oh, shush, Vads." 

[bullieving-in-amour]

A Feather for a Feather

i literally just woke up, went "ooh sweet idea..." and then got up and wrote nearly 2k in 1h20 without a break, in one go. i was possessed with a muse ! but it felt good to let go again and just write

Fandom : Boku No Hero America / My Hero Academia Rating : General Audiences, SFW Pairing : Takami Keigo & Reader Tags : Gender Neutral Reader, No Pronouns, Reader has wings, Hawks' POV, Hurt/Comfort, Reverse Comfort, No dialogue, Fluff, Sweet, Emotional focus

Summary :

Today had been rough. Nothing had happened, that could explain his current feelings. So he flew.

Surprise was an understatement to see someone sitting on the edge of a particularly higher tower than most, someone with feathery wings, like him.

Something about instincts wanting to flock to his kin.

Today had been rough.

There hadn't been anything particularly awful... At least not more than usual. No particularly gruesome fights. No particular loss, only injuries that he couldn't have prevented, as they had happened before he'd arrived. If anything, for once, there hadn't been any additional injured. He should have been glad.

But today had been rough. Nothing had happened. He hadn't had a fight with a friend... or friendly acquaintances, or people he favored. No fight. No arguments, or upsetting words and actions. No out of place attitude.

Nothing had happened, that could explain his current feelings.

But... There he was. Flying as high as the tallest towers in town were, through the cold, refreshing air so high up, the wind plastering against him creating a fuzzy feeling to drown his mind. At least, somewhat.

Today had been rough, and there weren't many explanations for it. He could probably find one, if he were able to sit still and put aside how he felt, if he were able to reason through his entire life and what lead him to today, if he wasn’t able to ignore what he knew did make him feel this way.

But today had been rough, and he didn't want to bother to know why, he didn't want to dwell, didn't want to think. Didn't want to hear what felt wrong. Didn't want to go "home" and see what was wrong.

Hawks wasn't doing good. So he flew, letting the harsher wind of this altitude quell his mind, make the nausea he felt through his entire body slip away. It was like a caress, to him, at this moment. Something he took often craved. Something he tried to find, too often, but never right, rarely genuine, or gentleness lacking. The wind wasn't able to hug him, envelop him into an embrace, but it caressed his entire being gentler than he could ever imagine, better than he'd been able to find.

There wasn't much, up there. Other birds, sometimes, but people ? Only maybe people able to fly, or jump and follow through the air, but even that was a rarity. Sometimes when he flew, there would be people on rooftops, but not this high.

Surprise was an understatement, especially with how he felt, to see someone sitting on the edge of a particularly higher tower than most, although not the tallest, looking over the city, as far as Hawks could tell.

Someone with feathery wings, like him. Someone with wings proportional to their body, unlike him, following the logic of what wings would need to be like to be strong enough for the body they would be attached to, unlike his. Ones that were so much bigger than his, feathers so differently shaped as theirs were obviously entirely wings, and not individual, controlled feathers shaped as such. Wings so long, they trailed behind them, in resting position behind their back, the ends of them curling before laying a distance on the floor of the roof they were sitting on the edge of, legs dangling in the void of the night.

Hawk's heart hammered. He didn't meet people with wings often enough. He always loved it. Something about instincts wanting to flock to his kin, maybe.

You didn't seem to react much as a red feather floated gracefully in front of you - but you gently took it from the air, before it could get away, tracing the edges of it with a soft touch.

As Hawks settled next to you, not with a word for once, he saw you better. You looked melancholic, he thought. Not exactly sad or depressed, or like remembering something, or any other kinds of feelings... The hero wasn't sure if melancholic was the right word, but it was the best he could think of. Regardless of your height, sitting down next to him... Your wings shadowed above him, even at rest, making him feel something... That he definitely couldn't think of a word to describe. Hawks didn't hate it, that was for sure. It made him feel some sort of calm, wonder. Maybe that was it. Maybe it didn't need to be much more than that. Maybe it didn't need to be anything but simple wonder.

You hadn't said anything, so far, nor had you let you go of the feather, still looking at the sight in front of you in calm silence. Hawks didn't feel like breaking that, either, so he joined you. Looking at what was in front of him. Slouching more than you slightly were, his day still heavy on his shoulders, dejected but wanting to move past it. Maybe this wasn't too bad. Right here, right now. He could still feel the wind. Still caressing him. And your existence, the presence of you right next to him... It felt nice, too. It helped. He hadn't wanted to admit he'd wanted company, as he flew to nowhere, as he flew until he saw you and didn't want to pass up his chance, his heart screaming and weeping for something, anything, that would let him feel like more than... Hawks closed his eyes as a harsher wind blew hair into his face, feathers ruffling. He heard yours, too, the sound of it calming him even more, more than he ever thought it could have. Like this was something he missed, something he'd been yearning to hear again, like something important he'd lost.

Hawks heard you sigh, soft, faint, from content he assumed, the wind feeling nice to you as well.

A horribly selfish part of him, one he always ignored when meeting people, anyone, strangers and ones he knew alike, begged him to reach out. Trail the tip of his fingers against skin, bury them into hair if there were any, place a palm on waist, back and sides.

Search through your feathers to put them all back into place, pick out the loose ones he knew felt itchy. Get potential stuff from the world around you stuck to the part you couldn't reach, that wouldn't stop sticking to your feathers even by flapping your wings.

So Hawks kept on looking over the view, basking into the presence you didn't refuse him. Maybe you appreciated his, too. He had a feeling you'd have left, by now, if you hadn’t. Maybe you felt that instinct to be close to what your basic needs assigned as your kin, too, even if you were fundamentally different.

The feeling of a fingertip tracing the edges of his feather, gently held into your hands, hadn't stopped, either. Perhaps it was what made his heart soar. Made the tears he lied to be from the wind, even through his protective glasses, gather in his eyes. Not much, not overflowing, not enough to trail onto his cheeks, or even water a single eyelash. Only feeling the wetness against his eyes, behind his lower eyelids, slightly cold.

His body had relaxed.

Hawks wasn't sure when, or how much time had passed. Not enough for the night to be any different. Not enough for the stars to stop being visible, even as faint as they were from the large city's illumination and sky pollution from it. Not enough for the moon to have jumped too far away to easily find. Not enough for him to receive an inevitable call for work, or for...

The sound of feathers made him blink away the moistness in his eyes, an involuntary little sigh leaving his lips. But the noise kept going, indicating more than you flexing your muscle for comfort. The sound of rustling, and the vague movement of the limb on his side in the corner of his vision told him you were opening this wing, only this wing. The air current created by it, as faint as it was, against his back and own wings, indicating you were...

Curling it around him, the far end of it closing against his side, pushing enough to prompt him to scoot closer, enough that he could lean against your side easily if either of you decided to. Your wing had moved position again slightly, enveloping him but not cutting off his vision, like a blanket big enough to cover him. Keigo hadn't been on the receiving end like that for... he couldn't remember. Especially not with wings so much bigger than he was, regardless of your size. To experience what it was like, to be the one getting the affection, protection, he'd offered countless times before... He felt how precious of a feeling it was. He felt how easy it was to feel vulnerable, to let it shield him from everything, except the wind, still caressing the both of you but now not as cold, not as sharp, just a caress.

One tear, small and nearly invisible, painted the tiniest line down his cheek, unnoticeable, nearly even for Keigo. Nothing else happened, the limit of what his emotions needed. Just that, small and nearly insignificant, but enough to stop everything from sounding muffled, feeling muffled, looking muffled. Insignificant but oh so enough. The ruffling of your wings in the wind sounded gorgeous. Your faint breathing, barely audible, lowering his eyelid from how it eased him. The sight of the view from all the way up, finally more than a mudded rejected reminder of his life. Keigo, and you, taking in the sight of the moon so slowly moving ever so slightly with the passing of time. Not enough for the night to leave yet anytime soon, but so much longer than he could ever ask for for a break.

Inevitably, a ringtone, sharp, loud, breaking his heart, but enough for the feeling of your wing to stop shielding him. Not enough for the weight on him to come back as before, to come back tenfold, not enough to change any of what he'd felt since he sat next to you.

Flying away in the direction of the address he was given when he answered the phone as he took off, now ended and put away back into his jacket, he felt how your hands gently clasped his feather between them, hold soft, gentle, confident. Unrelenting on keeping hold, claiming it as yours. Whatever had made you sit on the edge of that roof, silent and looking over what faced you, he knew you'd eventually be fine. However it would go, you'd get there. Your hold on his feather was confident, firm, like a promise to hold onto yourself as well, to keep going. You had this. Keigo was confident of this.

How blessed he felt, for the one he had claimed back, when you had wordlessly handed it to him time before his call, one feather the same size as his, precious into his hand, between his gloved fingers. Protected into his coat, hidden away, something to never lose, something he'd make sure would never be taken away once he could, back "home"... once he could, back to his home. His apartment. It was home and what he could make of it. Your feather, now Keigo's new treasure, would be the first addition to a new step towards making this his.

So Hawks went back to work. Today had been rough, and it would be rough again, now or another time. It would continue to be rough.

Regardless of if he ever met you again, or if this was a single memory of a lifetime,

Keigo, Hawks, had this.

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[violetganache42]

Be sure to watch the season 2 premiere of Moon girl and Devil Dinosaur because the show is in danger of being cancelled

Yeah, everyone at the Disney Beat server and I saw a couple of nights ago, and we've all been so fucking ANGRY at Disney. 14 episodes getting dropped all at once on Disney+?! What the fuck were they thinking?!

(Rant under the cut.)

It's bad enough they release batches of episodes at once like what Netflix did with Sonic Prime, but they plan to drop around half a season there to where they're making the main channel do two episodes per week?! You seriously couldn't do weekly premieres on TV and have the new episodes get released the next day on streaming, like what HBO Max did with Unicorn: Warriors Eternal and My Adventures with Superman?! The fact they reveal this on the MGDD Crew TikTok and paint it as a good thing does not help either. "How could you not celebrate" HOW COULD YOU NOT REALIZE YOU'RE BEING SO FUCKING DENSE RIGHT NOW?! LOOK AT THIS SHIT!

You cannot make this up! Streaming as a whole has seriously fucked over entertainment. Netflix made the binge format the new norm, and it's not working anymore. If you thought shows getting shorter-lived hype through binging compared to a weekly release was an issue, the quantity is a-whole-nother problem. If it was 5 or 6 episodes getting added at a time, that would be less infuriating, but this is 14 half-hour episodes we're talking about! That's 308 minutes of straight-up binging Disney expects us to do! No one is gonna binge this many episodes in a timeframe like that! And keep in mind, this isn't an earlier season from a finished or ongoing show; this is a whole new season we're talking about. People who haven't watched MGADD yet or don't have Disney+ and/or cable are gonna get exposed to a fuck ton of spoilers. Not to mention Disney Channel is gonna have to spend 7 weeks catching up to Disney+ with the episodes they air on TV. That will do a serious number on the TV views! And don't get me started on the international releases because I was told MGADD has been delayed so much to where S2 of dubbing is done (hence the promos in Japan), but considering the company's crapass handling of international releases, people won't be able to watch it until a much later date. Oh, and there are also countries that don't have the show despite it being dubbed in their language. Right off the bat, that's international views down the drain and the strong possibility of people in the other countries being exposed to spoilers depending on what they come across and who they're following.

You know what the absolute kicker is? They had the fucking audacity to reveal this shortly after they treated The Ghost and Molly McGee like garbage. No joke! The very minimal reruns they gave it throughout its run, its cancellation as season 3 was being drafted, the shitty promotions, them releasing "Jinx vs. the Human World" on iTunes and "The End" on YouTube ahead of their TV and Disney+ releases. I am not kidding about the last part; because Disney didn't temporarily remove them, SpoilerTV reported both episodes received only 63K and 56K TV views! Now compare that to the 375K views "Watching and Dreaming" got; all three TOH specials weren't released on YouTube or Disney+ until after the DC/XD simulcast premiere! And this is the same show that got shortened by the now retired Gary Marsh! The upsetting part is Bill Motz is blaming himself for putting too much pressure on the fans for watching TGAMM and appointing ambassadors to help promote it. No, it's not your fault, Bill. It's the Disney executives and their shitty marketing strategy's fault your show got cancelled. You care about the show you and Bob Roth created, and you wanted it to do well. The higher ups didn't bother to continue promoting the show after it premiered, and that alone just forced you, the ambassadors, and the audience to do their job for them. They're the reason why it underperformed on D+ and DC. Now, it may potentially happen again with MGADD thanks to them!

Why did they pulling any of this shit was a good idea?! The show got ample marketing, from an advertisement outside the Days of Christmas store in Disney Springs and Moon Girl herself appearing in Disney California Adventure to merchandise such as a Moon Girl Funko, a couple of books, and even a graphic novel! It has received nominations and won awards, and the current lead executive Ayo Davis said season 1 performed well in ratings! Yet they turn around and pull all of this bullshit as season 2 approaches! Seriously, what is preventing you from doing next-day weekly releases and continuing your marketing, Disney?! All your other Marvel shows have gotten weekly releases and so much promoting, and regardless of the reception of each show, they all get high ratings! That even includes What If…?, the MCU's first animated show! Just because MGADD is adjacent/not entirely connected to the MCU and is a Disney TVA show doesn't give you the excuse to treat it like crap post-season 1!

I'm sorry for the ranting, but this multi-whammy has been so fucking frustrating. I have been a big fan of MGADD since the beginning, and like I previously said, it helped fill the DuckTales-shaped hole in my heart. I'm glad that it has such a strong start, and I want it to continue doing well, but the upcoming 14-episode release was such a fucking gut punch. The more the active Disney Beat server memebrs and I ranted and vented about it, the more furious we grew to where a few of us—myself included—were in tears; it is such a horrendous decision the Disney executives made! I'm at least glad the past week has gotten people to talk about how shows are getting treated nowadays thanks to streaming, and Disney Beat tweeting about the 14-episode bomb release announcement got deleted. Unfortunately, the higher ups most likely deleted it just to save face and won't reverse the decision in the end. Regardless, more people are catching onto the pitfalls with streaming and are noticing how shows no longer have the opportunities to build audiences over time. They are treated as nothing more as a means of gaining views and instant gratification rather than a medium made for one's enjoyment. With the Animation Guild's contract having been expired for around a few months, I hope one of their demands is to stop the shows' mistreatments and lack of sufficient marketing because streaming left a devastating and worsening impact on the entertainment and animation industries.

[more-better-words]

What's this? A kinda spicy thing? It's been a while!

A missing scene/addition to For the Duration - takes place after chapter 12

Trip returned to Endeavour from Vulcan thoughtful and sore. At least it was the good kind of sore, the kind that when his shoulders protested when he picked up his bag or when his abs ached when he bent over, he could remind himself he felt this way because he'd gotten to have a truly staggering amount of sex with the woman he loved more than anything in the galaxy.

And not the usual kind, either. This had been a special occasion.

He checked in briefly with Chen, but the real talk could wait until he was back on the clock. So he went back to his quarters to take a shower and unpack. He stiffly pulled off his shirt and looked at himself in the mirror. Bruises still encircled his wrists.

T'Pol had him pinned on the bed, her hands gripping his wrists. "My mate," she whispered, tears welling in her fever bright eyes. "Mine." The whisper became a growl, deep in her chest, and the sound sparked on something inside him, like flint on steel.

"Yes," he groaned. "God, T'Pol, yes." He was hers, he surrendered, she could do with him as she pleased, it was all he wanted, and he gazed up at her with desperate eyes, knowing that she knew.

She released his wrists, dragging her hands down his arms, over his shoulders, cupping his face between them. Her thumb brushed over his lips; he took it in his teeth, and she growled again.

He wouldn't be rolling up his sleeves in company for a few more days.

There were more finger marks on his shoulders and his biceps. Those weren't too out of the ordinary, actually, and he chuckled. It wasn't like rough sex had ever even really been his thing, necessarily, and honestly, sex with T'Pol wasn't rough - not in the traditional human understanding, anyway. It was just that she was physically strong, and sometimes, she couldn't help but leave marks.

In a way, he thought, those bruises and welts were a sign of her trust, that she felt safe enough to be vulnerable with him, to let herself go. She didn't feel like she had to hold herself back - she could just enjoy. She could just have fun. And she felt that safety with him. That was a hell of a thing. It was an honor, really.

And quite frankly, it was incredibly, ludicrously, brain-meltingly hot to know that he could get her to come like that. What were a few bruises in comparison to getting to see (getting to FEEL) her orgasm? She never seemed to believe him when he told her that. Maybe she would now.

Just above his hip bone, there was a blue-black bruise. He prodded at it, ever so gently.

She grabbed him, her hands at his waist, pulling him on top of her. But she wasn't paying any heed to where the edge of the couch was, and they rolled into the floor, oblivious of their destination. What mattered was he was still on top when they landed; his only thought was to that he needed be inside her again. He had to be - the alternative was unthinkable, unbearable. The only thing that could hurt them right now was distance between their bodies, even if they were only millimeters apart.

"More," she panted hoarsely. He nodded hard.

"More."

Because pon farr had been… Well, calling it 'intense' would be selling it short. It had been delirious, wild, uninhibited, and…free. He didn't know if it was the bleedover of their bond or if he'd just really gotten into the spirit of things, but he definitely hadn't bothered with higher thought in the middle of it all. His brain had taken a time out, and his body had belonged to her. They had belonged to each other, actually, in the most fundamental way possible. And it had been better than he could have possibly imagined.

He finished undressing, and as he turned for the shower, the sight of circular marks on the backs of his thighs, dark purple and red, caught the periphery of his vision. Where had those…?

"Harder," she gasped, the word both a demand and a plea. Her legs were tight around him, her heels digging into him as her hips bucked desperately, her breath ragged and hot in his ear -

Oh. Right.

He stood under the water, letting the heat loosen his sore muscles. He washed his hair and scrubbed down, but he'd have to be careful about his back, because -

Sweat stung the scratches on his back, but he didn't care. That faint discomfort was light years away; he was right on the edge, he was so close, he was crying out her name -

T'Pol had dressed those scratches before he left, looking at once proud and abashed. "You really left your mark this time," he'd said lightly, and her lips had twitched with good-humored embarrassment. "You always leave your mark," he'd added gently.

"As do you," she'd replied, taking his hand, kissing the inside of his bruised wrist. "Even if it is not visible."

He got out of the shower, toweling off his sore body before putting his wedding ring back on. He looked at it for a moment, turning it on his finger with his thumb. "My mate," he murmured to himself. Yeah, they left their mark on each other. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

[temmiesips]

DOGS DON’T WEAR PANTS

Chapter 1 - Awaken

Series masterlist

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You walked through the halls of Jujutsu High with documents in your hands, the sound of your shoes echoing through the empty place. The mysterious man being kept under surveillance while in a coma was finally awake after 8 years, and of course Gojo would make you the responsible for taking care of him.

While he was somewhat mysterious, his past wasn't totally unknown. Toji Zenin, now going by Fushiguro, father of Megumi Fushiguro, your "adopted" son, ran away from the Zenin after years of being treated like a dog for having no cursed energy, though he was strong enough to kill sorcerers. After being almost killed by Gojo, his son started living with you, but he didn't know where his deadbeat father was nor he was told.

You entered the dark room which only had a chair and chains connected to the walls, so the man wouldn't try anything. "You must be hella confused about where you are" you said.

"Why am I even chained, I was told I was in a coma for 8 years, it's not like I have the strength to do something, you know" he replied in a surprisingly unbothered manner.

"I'm here because I was the one assigned to decide what to do with you, so I wanted to take a closer look at the so called "Sorcerer Assassin"" you mocked his cocky nickname. "What is the last thing you remember?"

"Being knocked out by the six eyes" Toji answered.

You got close to him as you examined his face, opening his mouth and checking his teeth like they do with dogs, he had a pretty face, you had to admit that. "I ain't no dog for you to treat me like this", he was annoyed by your ways.

"Actually, I was thinking of making you my hound dog" you said, making the man laugh, you weren't serious, but what you said wasn't too far from the truth. "You look a lot like your son", the man turned serious, wondering about what you just said"

"You know him?" he asked.

"Yeah, he's a student here" you replied, not wanting to tell him everything yet, he looked as if he wanted to ask you more, but his ego made him stay quiet. "You wanna work with me?"

"What?" Toji said while getting even more confused. "I killed your kind, you know that right?"

"It's either that or being executed" You explained. In fact, he was mainly supposed to be executed no matter what, but after a long discussion with Gojo and Yaga, they agreed to let you negotiate with the man. You didn't need someone to help you with your job, though he wasn't useless, in reality, you just didn't want the few family Megumi had left to be mercilessly killed, even if he didn't care for his father nor remembered him, you knew how it was to not have a father, and how happy you felt after having a father figure. "You won't need to really do any work, but the only way for you to get out of this is to have me watching you"

After thinking for a while, he agreed, not because of his son, but because he didn't feel like dying yet. "And why on earth did they choose you to be the one taking care of me?" He wondered since you didn't emanate the same strength Gojo did.

"Because if it's needed, I can kill you without a fuss" You answered quickly, you weren't joking and he knew that, which only made him curious.

"Just don't think you can put me on a leash" The man said while you freed him from the chains, "I'm not a dog".

You smirked, knowing damn well you could just put him in a casket if wished.

——

You informed the higher ups of the deal, which consisted of him being under your care at almost all times, he would stay at one of the unused dorm building, this way he wouldn't bother any students and you would still be able to know if he left the school grounds.

"You'll be able to go out of campus only accompanied by me, but if you behave I might eventually let you lose a little" You informed him while leading him to his room.

The place was better than the shit holes he would live at, so he wouldn't complain. He found it cute though, that someone thought they could tame him.

"I'm going home now, here's your cellphone, you can use it however you want, but all of your employers numbers are monitored by us, so we'll know if you plan anything funny" You warned as you gave him his phone.

"Are you going to give me your number?" He asked playfully, you knew the man was a womanizer, but that wasn't a problem for you, he was a responsibility, and you were serious about your responsibilities. You didn't answer, instead you just left and went back to your place since it was getting late.

——

"I'm home!" you loudly announced. Megumi still lived with you, he had his own room at school but being here was easier and more comfortable.

"Hey" he said unbothered, like always. "I thought you didn't have anything today"

"Yeah, but something came up and I had to take care of it since Gojo isn't reliable" you replied as he laughed quietly. While Gojo also helped raising him, Megumi had a stronger bond with you, even though you're not old enough to have given birth to him, he still saw you as a mother.

"Watching the news" you rolled your eyes when he answered, Megumi grew up to be such a serious boy, you weren't strict with him at his young age, so you didn't understand how it happened, he was so easily annoyed by other people and never really expressed much of his interests.

You put on a TV show you were watching together, and eventually you both slept sitting on the couch. You woke up at 1AM and the boy was still there asleep, you picked him up easily even though he was already a teenager, it embarrassed him when you did it, but you didn't care and he was sleeping, he would never know why he woke up on his bed.

Laying down on your own, you thought about the decision of keeping his father alive, you haven't told him yet, and you didn't know how he would react to having his long forgotten dad now close to him, you just hopped you haven't done the wrong thing.

[allegra-writes]

"The Game"

Tom Holland x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Smut, daddy kink.

Golf is boring. You wanna play something else...

"Swinging on the front porch, swinging on the floor.

Swinging where we want, cause there ain't nobody home..."

Cherry Pie - Warrant

He should have known it was a trap. He should have known it from the very first minute. This was punishment, plain and simple punishment. Unusually cruel punishment. He didn't even know why he was so surprised, in fact, he should have seen it coming a mile away. After all, you were about as subtle as a train wreck. And that was exactly how you had hitted him. 

You had always despised golf, said it was snobbish and boring. But he always invited you to tag along just in case, because sharing one of his favorite activities with his favorite girl? That sounded almost like paradise to him. That was probably the reason why that morning, when you had jumped at the chance to join him at the country club, he hadn't suspected a thing.

Oh, how naive he was. How trusting of him. Because now, he had to play 18 while trying to conceal a throbbing, almost painful erection, watching you prance around wearing that. It was ridiculous. It was silly. It was cliche.

It was driving him completely insane.

Your little ensemble was straight out of some soft-porn movie set, he was sure of it: Keds, knee high socks… and a criminally short pleated skirt, especially designed to torture him. You guys weren't even half way through, and he was already about to snap, with his arms enveloping you, hands over yours on the handle of the club, as you bended over just a little, ass pressing against his pelvis just enough to tease him, to remind him how good it felt being buried to the hilt inside your tight, tight heat, the slapping sounds of skin against skin combining with your moans...

One of his hands let go of the club, subconsciously wrapping itself over your hip bone, when you moved, twisting, hips getting away from his. 

"Oh my god! I can't believe it, did you see that?" You turned around to face him, eyes alight with joy at having hit the ball for the first time in your life. 

And for a second, he felt bad. He was probably reading too much into it, chances were you didn't even know what you were doing to him. You were innocent in all that, it wasn't your fault not knowing just how damn irresistible you were, how hard you made him just by standing close to him…

Until he noticed the outline of your nipples under your white t-shirt, made almost see through under the bright sunlight. His eyes squinted in suspicion.

"Are you wearing any underwear?" He blurted out, cheeks immediately turning red, looking around to make sure no one had heard him. But there was no one around, not many people playing on a wednesday morning. In fact, you had the whole course pretty much for your selves.

His cock twitched inside his pants, but he shook himself, squashing the thought before it could take full shape.

You seemed to ignore him, as your face fell.

"I… don't think I was supposed to shoot it that way, though" 

Tom's eyes followed yours, but try as he might, he couldn't find the white dot he was looking for.

"Where the hell did it go?"

"I think it landed behind those bushes" You pointed to the far away patch of hydrangeas on the other side of the field. He couldn't help the snort that left his mouth,

"Yeah, that's not even close to where it should be!"

"Hey! Don't laugh at me"

"I mean, at least we know you have a strong swing" He let out between laughs

You rolled your eyes,

"Be gentle with me, this is my first time" 

The laughter died in his throat like you knew it would, as the innuendo hit him, eyes darkening as they roved over your body once again. You had to know what you were doing... 

You turned around so he couldn't see your smirk, as you started walking in big strides in the direction of the bushes, leaving him to struggle to follow you, carrying the bag full of clubs. 

It wasn't a bad sight, he had to admit, watching you walk ahead of him, your skirt bouncing with your movements, hips swaying gently from side to side. And it was even better as you reached the tall plants, parting the branches trying to see past them, bending over once again, your short skirt riding up your thighs, higher, and higher. He gulped, what little blood was left in his brain rushing south, as he saw the cleft where the round globes of your ass met your legs. You climbed on your tiptoes, and he choked on a groan: just a little bit more and the answer to whether you had or not any underwear on would be right before his eyes, literally…

"Found it!" You called out, victorious, falling to your heels again, walking around the lilac flowers, disappearing from sight, heedless to his disappointment. 

He knew it was a bad idea, as he trailed after you, like in a trance. But there you were, waiting for him behind the tall wall of bushes hiding you both from sight from every angle, mischievous glint in your eye.

The ball was nowhere to be found, and he finally understood.

Your stomach made a flip as Tom tugged at his glove with his teeth, discarding it on the green grass, his whole demeanor changing before your eyes, jaw squaring, eyes hardening, movements slow and measured as he circled you like a tiger stalking his prey. 

"You dirty little liar" He accused, watching the corners of your mouth twitch, trying to hide your satisfied smile, but it was useless: you looked every bit like the cat that got the cream. Well, he knew of another thing that looked great dripping down your chin…

"You think you're real clever, don't you? Really sneaky, teasing me all morning with this little outfit," He let his now naked hand trace your nipples, already hard under the fabric of your tee, making goosebumps erupt on your skin. He was right, you hadn't bothered with a bra, "making me hard with your little touches and smart mouthed comments…"

"Golf is boring" You shrugged, "I wanna play something else" 

He stepped back, away from you, leaving you feeling cold without his heat, despite the bright sunshine. 

"Too bad, baby girl, I'm done with games" His eyes were steel as he commanded, "Show me"

"Show you what?" You looked at him through your eyelashes, you knew how much he liked it when you played coy. But this time, he had told you the truth, the games were over.

"You know bloody well what" His south London accent was always heavy when his patience was wearing thin, "lift that little skirt and show me what's mine" 

You obeyed, and this time, he did groan, the wet patch on the simple white cotton of your thong almost better than his fantasies of your bare skin. 

He fell to his knees on the grass. God, he was so whipped! His plan had been to have you kneeling in front of him, choking on his cock as he fucked your mouth so deep and hard that tears would stream down your face. He would release himself down your throat, leaving you begging for his softening cock, his fingers, his tongue, his freaking golf club, anything to fill your empty little cunt. But of course all of that flew out the window the second he actually saw that pretty pussy through your panties, made almost transparent with your desire for him, the fabric clinging to every curve, every little detail clear for him to admire.

"Come here, baby girl" His tone was much softer as he spoke, "let daddy have a little taste" 

You did as you were told, never stopping to hold your skirt up high for him. Tom nuzzled the cotton, breathing you in before hooking one finger on the damp fabric, tugging gently to the side to reveal your most secret spot to him. He let his tongue poke out, placing kitten licks against your clit, eyes rising to meet your face. Your own were closed already, little frown between your eyebrows, as if the tiny shocks of pleasure coursing through your body confused you. So expressive. So responsive. 

How could he ever stay mad at you when you were so fucking perfect? It only took one taste of you to melt whatever was left of his anger, as he marveled of the angel whining so prettily above him, delicate fingers digging into his shoulders to support herself as her legs shook for him. It never failed to amaze him, to blow his mind. It had always been like that, he had put you up on a pedestal long before you had started dating. 

But now, he wanted to lay you down, and spread you open under the sun. 

He tsked at your huff as his tongue left you.

"No, baby, you don't get to complain today. You've been a very bad girl, so now," He helped you down onto your back on the grass, making quick work of your panties. Taking a hold of your ankles, he hooked them over his shoulders, aligning himself with your dripping center, "you're going to take my cock like a good girl" 

With that, he let his head breach you, entering you slowly, so slowly. Savoring every second, sliding in inch by inch, making you feel every millimeter of his thick, thick length as he buried it into your sweet pussy, stretching you to the limits of pleasure. He had you fold almost in half, as his pelvis finally met yours. You sighed, you had thought he would burst through your ovaries before he was completely seated inside you.

"Can you feel me, babygirl? Feel how deep I am?" 

You nodded, unable to form words. He relented, only a couple of inches, before surging back in. 

"Feel me stretching your tight little cunt? Fuck, it feels so snug…"

He drew back again, snapping back against you harder, making you cry out,

"Yes!"

"Only I can fill you like this" He breathed, in and out again, and again. And again, establishing a harsh rhythm, "This pussy belongs to me…" 

"Yes, daddy" You sobbed, obediently. By now you knew exactly what he wanted to hear. He tugged at your t-shirt, sneaking his hand under it, massaging your breast. 

"These pretty tits are mine…"

It was hard to concentrate with him railing you into the ground, fast, brutal. Making sure the base of his cock dragged against your clit just right with every thrust.

"Yours, daddy" You managed, somehow, earning yourself a smile. If wolves could really smile at lambs before gobbling them right up...

He leaned forwards, bracing himself on one arm, the other travelling from your chest, to your neck. To your jaw. His tumb caressed your lower lip, and you opened up to him. Two of his fingers slid inside your mouth, pressing down on your tongue, you sucked them eagerly, hollowing your cheeks just the way he liked. 

"My princess… so pretty with your mouth full" Tom praised, hips never stopping, plunging his cock into you as far as it would go, over and over again, "wanna fuck your beautiful face… but this pussy… feels too good"

You sobbed around his fingers.

"So good… won't let me go… a slave" His thrusts were becoming messy. Erratic. Tom took his fingers out of your mouth to flick your clit with them.

"No, Tommy! Too much…" You cried, pushing at his hand, overstimulated. But he wouldn't budge. 

"Don't care. You're gonna take it" He growled, but sweetly kissed away your tears. He needed you to come, fast. Because there was no way he was lasting much longer, and you knew what to say if you really wanted him to stop anyway. 

"Fuck… yeah, just like that" he could feel you tensing around him. You were almost there, and he was right behind you, "so good… gonna come, baby girl. Gonna come inside you…" 

You shook your head, too delirious to express it with words, but he knew. You didn't like feeling dirty, didn't like the smell. But he fucking loved it. 

"Oh yeah… gonna fill you up… and you're not getting those panties back" His smirk was devilish, filthy. And you were sure that, even without his cock jackhammering into you, you could have come from that look alone. "Gonna see myself dripping down your thighs as you walk…"

His movements were downright sloppy now, as his words edged himself as much as they were edging you.

"Gonna have you sit in the car just like that… ruin your fucking little skirt… OH, FUCK" 

You felt his cock swell, pumping his seed inside your loins. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from screaming, as his climax unleashed your own. Still, he kept moving,

"Gonna put your mouth around me while I drive…" There was no way the morning was ending without him having your mouth.

"Tom…" You could feel him begin to soften inside you, but he still wouldn't stop.

"Shhh, baby girl. Wanna make a mess…"

The end.

Buy me a coffee

[yatosluvr]

kiss me more | eren jaeger

summary: eren is bored with everyone he meets until he meets you.

warning: 18+ minors please dni. strong language, drug use. let me know if i missed anything!

fem!reader.

word count: 2.5k

part 2 here.

a/n: this is purely for fun. i never write anything but i plan on making this a series??? hope u enjoy! :D

"y/n, just come with us," connie insists, leaning against the doorframe of your bedroom, his hands in his pockets and his head cocked to the side. "you'll have fun. you need to leave the house a little more, you know?" he lets out a small sigh.

you roll your eyes at his comment before closing them out of slight frustration, inhaling slowly. "okay, con." you breathe out quietly, opening your eyes to meet his.

you truly weren't planning on spending your friday night at a stupid college party, surrounded by a bunch of drunk, sweaty people. you don't mind a good party, though.

you throw your blanket off of your body, feeling the cool air hit your body instantly before you slide out of your bed.

"okay, cool! sasha is gonna drive us." he stops for a second, shifting his hand inside his pocket to grab his phone, pulling it out to check the time, his eyes squinting slightly. "she should be here in about an hour. that enough time for you to get ready?"

you and connie shared a dorm, not that you can complain. connie had been one of your best friends since junior high, he had always been there for you, helped you with anything he possibly could. he wants the best for you, and you know that. he's noticed that you have been struggling a little bit so lately he's been pushing you to leave your dorm, to go with him to parties and whatnot but you always turn him down. you just couldn't be bothered.

"should be, i think." you give him a small smile, scrunching your nose up at him. "now, get out." you walk towards him, your hand coming in contact with his clothed chest as you lightly push his body back, your other hand on the back of your door, closing it.

biting down on your bottom lip in thought, you open your closet, scanning your eyes over your wardrobe as you try to figure out something to wear. deciding on a white skirt that falls a little higher than the middle of your thighs, pairing it with an oversized black and white striped long sleeved shirt, just enough for the bottom of the skirt to show, and a pair of solid black shoes.

you throw the outfit on with a satisfied look on your face before you turn over to your dresser, leaning in to view your face. dark circles are prominent under your eyes, sighing as you notice them. "damn," you mutter, grabbing your concealer and applying a little amount under your eyes in an attempt to hide the dark circles. nodding to yourself, you continue to apply a small amount of makeup. a little bit of eyeliner, followed by a generous amount of mascara on your top and bottom lashes and a little bit of red lip tint and lipgloss to top it off. you didn't feel like doing your hair, just brushing through it and tucking it behind your ears.

sucking in a sharp breath, you grab your phone and walk out of your room. "connie!" you yell out, checking the time on your phone as you walk into the kitchen to find connie and sasha standing there, engaging in small conversation. you give sasha a genuine smile.

"ready?" connie asks, a toothy smile appearing. you give him a slight nod.

you follow sasha through the doors of a very expensive looking house, getting hit with the smell of sweat and alcohol. connie turns around, leaning towards you. "i think sasha and i are gonna hang out in the back, if you need anything." his warm breath hits your ear as he speaks. you lean back, glancing up at him before giving him a small grin.

gently pushing through the people that are crowding each room, you end up in the kitchen. you let out a sigh of relief as you see that there's not as many people in here, only you and a couple of others. you end up making yourself a drink of fruit punch and what you think is vodka. you lean against the counter, sipping your drink as you scrunch your face up at the familiar taste. scanning your eyes over the insane amount of people in each room, slightly nodding your head at the music that was playing.

your eyes land on a group of guys surrounding the coffee table in the living room, small white capsules scattered across the table, along with a rolling tray full of weed. you run your tongue across your bottom lip, making your way over there with your drink still in your hand.

you sat down on the couch, a considerable amount of space between you and a blonde-haired man, a tall dark-haired man sat across from him, wearing a grey shirt, a zip-up jacket covering his arms. he was attractive, you'll admit but that's not what you came over here for.

"hey," the blonde-haired guy leaned over to you. a confused expression covered your features, eyebrows furrowed together. he chuckles at the sight. "don't get all tense, i was just going to ask you if you know how to roll," he trails off. "yeah, i do." you say, with a small smile appearing on your glossy lips.

you sat your cup on the table, scooting up on the cushion so you're closer to the table. "i'm reiner, by the way," the blonde starts. "and he's eren." he motions towards the man sitting across from him. he looks over to you at the mention of his name, a blank expression covering his face as he gives you a small nod. your gaze lingers, he notices and raises his eyebrows slightly. you click your tongue, turning your head back towards the table, shaking your head a bit.

you know who eren is, you've heard girls around campus mention his name before. never really bad things, but you're under the impression that he has a lineup of girls waiting to be with him.

"nice to meet you, i'm y/n." you give reiner a smile. "bring the tray over here."

the wrap was ready, you start packing the weed into it, your fingers being careful as to not spill any. you notice somebody staring right at you, not entirely sure who it is, not like you care anyway. once you've decided that enough has been packed, you bring the wrap up to your mouth. your tongue and lips come in contact with it, the taste of blueberry meeting your tongue. you pull back only slightly, your fingers starting to press the brown leaf over the other side. repeating the same motion, your eyes trail up to meet a pair of emerald ones.

your eyebrows raise up in a mocking way, continuing to run your tongue and lips over the wrap, pulling back once more to finish it. still maintaining eye contact with eren. a small smirk tugs on your lips, holding the now wrapped blunt between your index and thumb, smiling goofily before breaking eye contact to look at reiner. "pretty good, huh?" you nudge him a little bit. he lets out a small laugh, nodding at you.

"so, who wants first hit?"

about 10 or so minutes later, the blunt was almost finished. you sat back on the couch, reiner had left to go somewhere, you didn't know and you didn't ask. the blunt was being passed between you and eren, not making much conversation. he leans forward, standing up. your red and glossy eyes look up, a frown pulling at your lips as you notice he was still holding the small blunt between his fingers. but to your surprise, he was making his way over to the couch you were sitting on. the mixed drink is now back in your hands, you cross your legs before you feel the couch cushion move beside you. looking over beside you, noticing eren was sitting beside you. "your hit." he says flatly. you shake your head at him, letting him know you're done. he nods in response, setting it in the ashtray.

"aren't you friends with connie," eren says, leaning back on the couch. his long arm reaching over to rest on the back of the couch, but on the opposite side that you were sitting on. "connie springer?" he continues, his head leaning back, looking up at the ceiling before looking at you. your head was down, looking into your drink. you had drunk more than you thought you did. once you realize his question, you turn your gaze to his.

"maybe, why?" you question. your head was feeling light, not sure if it was from your drink or the blunt you just smoked. maybe both

raising his eyebrows once more at your question, his eyes blinking in an almost rude way. "um," he starts, his gaze moving back towards the ceiling. "you look familiar, that's all."

"oh," biting down on your lip, sighing quietly. you really weren't expecting him to be so.... boring. you shake your head at the thought.

in reality, he knows who you are. he knows you're connie's friend, he was just trying to make conversation. he averts his gaze over to you for a split second, noticing you biting down on your lip. he breathes in slowly.

it's true that eren has girls waiting in line for a chance with him. he's just emotionally unavailable, unapologetically so. parties aren't really his thing either, he just comes for the drugs, mostly. talking to some of his friends here and there.

"yeah, i am," you say, both of your hands resting on your red cup. eren's eyebrows pull together, darting his tongue over his bottom lip before leaning closer to you, his face significantly closer to yours.

"sorry, what was that?" his breath fans over the side of your face. your nose fills with the smell of marijuana and light cologne. a smug look on your face, you turn towards him, your eyes scanning over his face before meeting his once again. leaning closer to him, your lips ghosting over the shell of his ear. "i said yeah, i am." you repeat softly, your face heating up at your sudden boldness. despite that, you pull back.

he hums in response.

you were starting to feel slightly nervous, you weren't exactly sure why though. you already knew he was attractive, but he wasn't necessarily what you would consider to be nice. he's definitely not what you thought he would be like, considering the things you've heard about him. none of that really matters, though.

you inhale slowly, your head now leaning back to rest on the back of the couch but instead, it lands on something a little bit.. softer? your head moves up and then turns to look behind you. your eyes widen slightly out of confusion as you realize it was eren's arm that you had just rested your head on. you immediately look at him, an embarrassed laugh escapes your mouth. "i, uh, sorry?" you say, still a little confused. "i didn't mean to, like," you stumble over your words, opening your mouth to speak again before eren cuts you off. "don't worry about it, beautiful." he states with a wink, his arm never moving. when did he even move his arm behind you? you didn't think about it more than you had to.

you roll your eyes with a smile, shaking your head. a light pink covering your cheeks at the gesture as you lean over to place your cup on the table beside of the couch you were sitting on. you notice him move closer to you again, copying your motions. his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear before speaking. "you know, if you ever need anything," motioning towards the unknown pills, and weed, on the table. "let me know."

you're surprised to hear that, your lips parting slightly. out of all the things you thought eren was, it was most definitely not a fucking drug dealer.

"i don't rea-" you start to say before you're cut off. again.

"let me see your phone, pretty girl," he says while leaning back, looking at you intently. you stare at him for a second, baffled at his statement before complying. you reach beside your leg to grab your phone, shortly unlocking it and handing it to him. he grabs it with long fingers, his eyes shifting to your phone.

he's so god damned pretty. his hair is tied back while small pieces of hair frame his face. prominent features. his green eyes compliment him so well, and not to mention he smells good. he's intimidating, though. not that you think it's a bad thing, of course.

you take the time to scan over his features a little longer before he gives you a light smile, his features softening only enough for you to notice before handing your phone back.

"see you around," he says before careful moving his arm from behind you to stand up, you watch his movements. you're still a little shocked by the information you just got from him. then he walks away, shoving his hands in his pockets.

you look down at your phone to see his contact name. eren:). you press your lips together in thought. you are a first year, but surely you would've known about eren by now, right? as much as you and connie smoke? sasha too. it makes sense as to why you hear people talk about him so much. but you guess it's one of those things that just goes unsaid.

you sigh to yourself, alone again before you feel your phone vibrate in your hand. you look down at the sudden notification.

connie: you ok

you smile slightly before typing to reply.

you: yea, where are u

as soon as you send the message, you see connie and sasha standing in the kitchen, their faces slightly red from drinking. you stand up to walk towards them, now forgetting about your drink. sasha notices you before walking towards you, meeting you halfway.

"so, i saw you sitting with eren," she starts, slightly looking down at you with a serious look on her face. "i'm not telling you what to do or anything, but he has a bad rep. just, be careful." she nods, waiting for your reply.

"yeah," you sigh. "i haven't heard much about him until now. does connie know him?" you question to the brown haired girl. her serious expression falters, her normal expression taking over her face as she smiles brightly. "well, yeah! where do you think the weed comes from?" she giggles.

you nod slowly, still kind of confused but you decide to just drop it. coming to the conclusion that it's not that important to stress over.

"anyways, connie was just texting you and wondering if you were ready to go." you nod at her, you both making your way over to connie.

waking up the next morning, you felt fine. thanking the gods that you didn't have class today, you slowly sit up and pick your phone up.

eren: hey, you busy today?

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

#14 Finral, Vanessa, Yuno, Yami and Charlotte

Hmmm... 🤔

Headcanon: How they did in school

Finral Roulacase

His education was what one might expect from nobility, and he did do his very best, even with using magic during practical lessons. And much to his, and his parents' dismay, he didn't excel. Because he was nobility, and there was big expectations for him.

He just didn't meet them.

In some point, the effort he gave, diminished. Because no matter how much he tried, it was never enough. He wouldn't get that approval, even if he got higher marks. He just wasn't the son his parents hoped for.

He did good, but it just wasn't enough.

Vanessa Enoteca

She was taught the basics by her mother. She was taught who she was, and how the Witches' Forest was. But the world outside, she was told, wasn't for her. Not until she'd have full control of her own magic.

Grades... didn't matter. Only her magic did. And the books she was given, didn't tell her much, though her mother deemed it enough.

Yuno Grinberryal

He put effort into his studies, as much as he deemed necessary. And the amount wasn't grand, because the concepts were simple enough to him. Even to the degree where he ended up helping with teaching some of the younger kids.

The basics, were basics. That's all there was to Yuno. And it was pretty straight forward.

Yami Sukehiro

The education he got as a child was restricted to what his parents taught to him, and they didn't use grades to teach him. Literature, theoretical information and prose, weren't important to them. Instead, what mattered was that he could get by and was as street smart as possible.

He was taught life skills.

Then he wound up to Clover, he had to pick up the language little by little. Until he met Julius, who taught him the script, some history... more things he ought to know. The crucial information. And only the crucial information, because Yami couldn't have been bothered with knowledge that was just for the sake of knowing, and with which you couldn't do anything.

Life skills, are what matter to him.

Charlotte Roselei

She was the only child of House Roselei, and it was her duty to show that she could be as good, if not better, as any of her peers, especially men. So, she studied, hit the books, stayed late up with practicing her mana, and learning history, theories, and whatever she deemed useful, all the while learning proper etiquette. Because she wanted to be smart, strong, and graceful.

She didn't get top marks in everything, but she maintained steady, high marks in everything; making her parents proud and keeping up the good reputation of the House of Roselei.

Because she was determined to make herself known, in the ways that count.

Headcanon ask game (open 10.4-17.4)

Headcanon answers

[dabifixation]

see you later

pairings: dabi x fem!reader

warnings: smut, fluff, angst, major character death, mha manga spoilers, slight gore, MINORS DNI

summary: Dabi knew he had to end things soon before they got out of hand. He knew this wasn't supposed to last long, he told himself that everytime he left your apartment in the early hours of the morning. Until he found himself back here again, in your arms and lost between your thighs.

word count: 4.7k words

"... We encourage everyone to stay at home tonight, as there is a possibility of a severe thunderstorm, along with it flashfloods all over the city..."

The television only served as background noise for you as you moved around your kitchen. Cleaning up the dirty dishes and utensils, a small smile on your lips after the friendly company you had tonight.

It's been a while since you invited your friends over for some supper after the long depressing week you had. You needed that, the entertainment and companionship only they could offer you. You've never laughed or cried so hard in months, telling each other about your sorrows and thoughts for your futures ahead.

Being an adult was never easy, especially in a world full of rejected heroes.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you hadn't heard the warning cough behind you, or the tap against your kitchen counter. But you did give a short shriek when you felt someone wrap their arms around your waist, their chin resting on your shoulder, inhaling your scent.

You relaxed once you felt the familiar warmth of who it was. Only one person in the entire world could be dubbed a walking, breathing furnace, and it was him.

"I missed out on a big meal didn't I?" He drawled, his warm hands rubbing soothing circles against your stomach.

"Maybe if you didn't pop into my life every few months, I would've saved you a plate." You sarcastically replied, but you didn't miss the way how you sounded partially hurt.

You weren't expecting much all those years ago when you found him bloodied and passed out behind your childhood home, and you weren't expecting much now.

You never asked questions, and he never pried in your personal life. You were quite fine with that. Not everyone was an extrovert and had their whole life story ready to be dished out. He was a very private person and you respected that.

He ignored what you said and continued to nuzzle his face into your neck. Using one hand to push your hair over your shoulder, exposing your neck to him.

You suppressed a sigh when you felt his warm lips give short kisses against your neck.

"I've missed you." He breathed cold air into your neck, making you stiffen at those words. He's never said something like that before, not once in the six years since you've known him.

Dabi noticed you stiffen in his arms, but he didn't say a word. He wasn't lying. He did miss you, achingly so.

He missed your stubborn attitude, the sarcastic replies that were on par with his own, the homemade cooking you offered to teach him countless of times that he doubt he'd pay attention to cause he wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself. But most importantly he missed you. The way your touch lingered even days after his monthly visits, the way your lips would pay close attention to the magenta scars all over his body, and the different ways you'd say his name depending on what he was doing to you.

God, he was going to miss all of this once he leaves for the League of Villains.

"I've missed you too." You shyly said, you've never admitted these words aloud before and it felt good to tell him that.

"Turn around for me, I wanna see how good you look." He whispered in your neck.

"Dabi I'm wearing nothing but my puppy printed sweater." You deadpanned.

"It doesn't matter, you always look good no matter what." He playfully nipped your ear, making you roll your eyes despite the heat in your body relocating to your cheeks.

You turned around to face him, a beaming smile on your face that was only ever directed at him. Your heart always soared whenever you looked at him. He was beautiful. The most beautiful man you've ever had the pleasure of laying your eyes on. His eyes were the most vibrant blue you've ever seen, little specks of grey dancing in those pretty blues that were half lidded but always calculative and aware of his surroundings. He licked his lips, bringing your attention to the plump flesh that were an interesting contrast between soft and jagged, and the pink tongue residing in his mouth.

Your eyes were transfixed on his appearance, making sure no hair on his head was missing or any new injuries to his increasing collection. You rested your forehead against his hard chest once you found nothing out of place, letting out a sigh of relief when you finalized that he was okay, and not sporting a limp or any other injury.

"Damn, I stress you out that much huh doll?" You could hear the smirk in his voice, but didn't have the energy to make a snarky remark, only offering him a small smile.

"Your visits are becoming less and less you know, the last time I saw you was five months ago. I was..." so worried about you, you wanted to say. You were so worried that you stayed up everyday, two hours after your initial bedtime hoping that he'd at least show up once in those five months. He didn't, and you were beginning to think he never would, until tonight. You didn't want to tell him that.

He wouldn't care.

You felt embarrassed that you were crying to your friends about him earlier on. Scared that you'd never see him again, not because he's moved on from you as you know there's nothing keeping him here other than sex and a warm bed to crash in, but because you were worried he'd get himself injured or worse. And you didn't like dwelling on what worse could imply.

"I kno–" Dabi's words were cut off by a small sneeze he muffled into his arm. Sneezing twice more before he regained his composure.

You only noticed now that his clothes were slightly damp and heavier than usual. It made your eyesbrows furrow.

"How long were you in the rain Dabi?" You questioned, knowing you wouldn't like whatever answer he'd come up with.

"Ever since your lady friends came by."

"That was over two hours ago? You've been sitting in the rain this entire time?!" You felt your blood pressure rising when he only shrugged at your accusations. It was like arguing with a toddler sometimes.

You sighed again, pinching the bridge of your nose. "I've got a box of mens clothes laying around here somewhere. Go take a shower and I'll get them for you and make you a cup of hot tea."

He quirked one eyebrow up, staring intensely at you.

"What?" You averted your eyes away from his, embarrassed that he was searching your face for something.

He shrugged again, rolling his battered coat off his shoulders and started stripping the rest of his clothes off. You turned around before he could go any further. Busying yourself with getting his tea ready.

Dabi stopped undressing, standing there with nothing but his jeans on. Watching you as you got the correct items in order to make him tea, muttering to yourself about which biscuits he might like with it.

He liked the butterscotch ones, but he didn't bother opening his mouth. Too memorized by the way you moved around so frantically as if he was dying instead of coming down with a small cold.

He liked that about you, he liked a lot of things about you. Especially the way you cared about the simplest things pertaining to him even during moments of intimacy. You treated him like glass even if he didn't offer the same treatment in return, not because he didn't want to, he just didn't know how to go about it.

He frowned.

Dabi was only ever vulnerable around you, and you didn't even realize it. You didn't know the power you had over him, and he'd like to keep it that way. Afraid that you'd use it against him and he wouldn't be able to bring himself to hurt you for that. He could never hurt you.

He found himself walking towards you on impulse, hugging your waist once again. This time pressing his body flush against yours. He heard you gasp and that pulled a smirk out of him.

"Do you know what you do to me?" He gripped your hip with one hand, and snuck the other hand underneath your shirt. His lips against your neck, right above your pulse point.

Your stomach tensed when you felt his hot fingers rubbing soothing circles against it. He pressed you further against him, making you feel the growing length against your ass. You bit your lip, stopping yourself from whimpering too early.

"The way your nipples are perking up so nicely for me in this shirt that's practically transparent is driving me nuts." He snaked his hand further up your shirt, brushing the skin underneath your breasts gently. Your breath caught in your throat as you gripped the counter tightly.

Your panties were clinging to your pussy uncomfortably, you could feel the material getting wetter with each passing second. You tried rubbing your thighs together for some friction, but Dabi wasn't having any of it. He clicked his tongue out of irritation, the hand on your hips falling towards your inner thighs, parting your legs. His hold was strong enough to prevent you from rubbing your thighs together, you wanted to whine when he didn't place his hand right where you wanted them.

Just a little higher.

"I asked you a question doll." He spoke into your hair, taking a deep breath from the rooibos shampoo you used. The smell turned him on even more.

"W-what question?" You whimpered, resting the back of your head onto his chest, sighing out as he brushed the pads of his thumb against your hardened nipples.

"I don't like repeating myself." He growled, pinching your nipples harshly causing you to whimper pathetically in his arms. He continue to tweak at your nipples roughly before groping your breast and fondling it the way he liked.

"Dabi... " You mewled.

"Don't. Don't say my name like that." He gave your nipples a warning pinch.

You bucked up into his hips, involuntarily grinding against his cock. The swollen head rubbing in between your ass despite the jeans restricting him. Making him choke back a groan.

Dabi was just as impatient as was it in his nature to tease. He took his hand away from between your thighs to quickly lick the tips of his index and middle finger, bringing them back towards your aching pussy. You were such a good girl, not once taking the opportunity to touch yourself or rub your thighs together.

He wasted no time in pushing your thong to the side, sucking a deep breath through his teeth when he rubbed his fingers through your slit collecting the thick moisture gathered there. You always got so wet for him.

After coating his fingers in your arousal, he moved his fingers towards the bundle of nerves that had been pulsing ever since he rocked up at your house.

You let out a breathy yes, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Dabi rubbed your clit just the way you liked, grinding it down in tight circles that had your toes curling. He pinched at your clit piercing, knowing how much you liked it when he played with the metal and how easily it could make you gush for him. The pleasure was overwhelming and had you feeling light headed.

Without warning, Dabi plunged those same two fingers into your tight pussy. You bit back a scream as your body jerked and writhed against him. Hips chasing after his fingers as they thrusted deeper into your spongy walls, the palm of his hand grinding against your clit. The stimulation was too much for you.

"Fuck!" You shouted out, bringing your hand down to his, gripping on his wrist tightly so he could go deeper and faster. He could get you cumming around his two fingers alone, he didn't need more than that.

"Dabi please." You begged.

"Please what?" He asked curiously, knowing exactly what you so deeply craved.

The hand around your breast disappeared. He reached for his jeans so he could unzip it and pull it down. A short relieved sigh left his lips once his jeans were pulled down his thighs, just enough to free his heavy cock from all that pressure. He gripped his cock in his free hand, he wanted to feel you around him so bad but he had to be patient, as much as he hated it.

Dabi watched you from underneath his dark lashes, the way your body responded to him in delicious squirms and moans drove him mad. He added pressure to your clit, grinding his palm hard against it. Your body rocked back into him for more, a high pitched wail leaving those beautiful lips he couldn't wait to claim.

"I want you ins- shit shit shit!" He watched your body shaking silently against him, thighs trembling, pussy clamping so hard around his fingers he hissed as he pulled them out and quickly replaced them with his angry, pulsing cock.

"Fuck." Dabi let out breathlessly in your ear, feeling you clench and gush around him as you came. He wasn't prepared for this. To feel you around him after five long excruciating months. He loved the way your pussy gripped onto him after all these years, as if it was the first time all over again.

Dabi pulled your head back by your chin so he could look into your eyes as he drove you into your next orgasm. Ignoring your pained whimpers of pleasure from being overstimulated like this. He dragged his cock slowly out of you, holding back a gasp as he slid out of your warm walls, missing the snug warmth around him, and then slammed right back into you without warning, making you cry out.

Your ass bounced against his thighs as he gained momentum, making him cuss underneath his breath at the squelching noises that came along with it and the mess you made on his jeans. Your hands fell down to Dabi's thighs, gripping them tightly but not tight enough to leave your mark, as he practically seethed from the power trip of fucking you after so long.

The drag of his cock inside you had you nearing your second orgasm so soon, and with the animalistic grunts Dabi let out, you could tell he wasn't too far behind. He usually lasted longer than this, way longer, he underestimated how much he truly missed you it seemed.

"Dhabi... Phleasinside... Please!" He could barely make out what you were saying, a stroke to his ego at fucking you so silly to a point you couldn't use your words properly.

"What doll? Use your words." There was a slight wheeze to his words, your pussy clenching so tightly around him had him close to losing his breath.

"Please cum inside... fuck your cum inside me please. Please!" You momentarily gained back your speech long enough to form coherent sentences. You screwed your eyes shut as you felt your orgasm nearing.

His grip on your hips tightened immensely, no doubt leaving his fingerprints there for days. He wouldn't last much longer and you knew it, the telltale signs of his thighs tensing and the urgent bucking of his hips told you he was close.

Dabi let out a groan so deep from the very depths of his stomach, goosebumps began to rise on your sore arms from the intense sound alone. He forced your head to the back so he could kiss you as he came, making a sound so damn carnal it had you cumming alongside him.

The two of you came together in perfect harmony, your pussy clenching down so hard on his cock it had you lurching forward from the force, breaking the heated kiss. Long strings of hot semen shot up into your awaiting womb, dripping down your thighs when it had no more room to go.

Your breathing was uneven, your chest and throat burning from your screaming session. Forever grateful that you didn't live by your parents anymore, back when you had to muffle all your moans from when you and Dabi used to fool around even back then.

He was no better, his breathing shallow and unsteady.

Dabi didn't pull out just yet, savoring the moment of the two of you being joined as one. His fingers traced the long line running down your back, not caring how sweaty you were as he kissed your shoulders gently in gratitude. After awhile he pulled his softened cock out of you, groaning from the oversensitivity while you winced from the evidence of what took place running down your shaky thighs.

The high from sex quickly came crashing down on him. He wasn't here to have sex with you, it just happened. Guilt began to chew at his mind from what he was about to do next, but the way you looked at him, with those caring eyes someone like him didn't deserve, made him drag this moment out far longer than it should've been.

He wasn't a ''now rather than later'' kind of guy after all.

"Let's get you cleaned up." His stomach churned when he watched you look up at him in confusion.

That's right, Dabi never cared about aftercare or basking in the afterglow. He thought it was unnecessary, but couldn't say he hasn't wondered how it would feel to have you running your fingers through his hair and humming childhood lullabies the way his mother used to do to him.

A pang shot out to his heart at the thought of his mother, quickly stomping those traitorous thoughts from making an appearance tonight. Not now, he thought. Returning his full attention towards you and your warm hand grasping his own. Squeezing it gently to bring him back down to earth.

Usually after he was done he'd leave, not that you were bitter about it or anything. That's just how it was. A small smirk would grace his two-toned lips with a "See you later" sent your way before he left your apartment. It was a little tradition shared between you two, the first time he said it you were still 16, applying ointment to his injuries after you found him in your parents backyard. He abruptly left without so much as a thank you, only offering those three words.

Now whenever he left, he'd always say those words to ease your brewing anxiety in promise of seeing you next time. And he never broke that promise.

He didn't speak to you about it, but you could tell he risked everything by coming to your place every once in awhile. You were not ignorant to the things Dabi did, some part of you knew he was involved with some shady things. Things you didn't want to bring up with him.

A man didn't get that many scars in their 23 years of life by being a good samaritan.

You reached your shower, stepping in while Dabi adjusted the settings to both of your liking, joining you once he was satisfied. You've come to love the heat as much as him, hot showers always reminded you of the flame user.

The water ran hot against the both of you. You looked up at Dabi, surprised to see him watching you. For a short moment, you held his gaze. Wondering what could possibly be running through his head that had him looking so defeated.

He wanted to tell you then and there that he'd have to leave for good this time. The League weren't people to be taken lightly, especially with that unhinged brat as their leader. He wouldn't be surprised if the creepy fucker was the type to kill the loved ones of people in order to maintain compliance.

But Dabi kept his mouth, and reached for your blue loofah instead. Squirting some of your lemon scented body wash onto it, scrunching it up so it could get more soapy. He worked in silence, scrubbing your body gently with utmost care and concentration.

Hell would freeze over before Dabi allows anyone to touch a single hair on your body. He didn't care who it was, even if it was the League members, he'd make damn sure their life would end with them being nothing but dirt underneath his shoe. He had to stop coming over after tonight, he was heading into dangerous, unknown territory afterall and he'd rather avoid killing the people he needed to exploit. His plans were finally at his fingers tips, and he wasn't about to throw them away over sex.

No, it was more than sex, no matter how many times he tried convincing himself that he was only here for one reason, he'd just end up fooling himself. At night when he'd look for shelter on the streets, when his quirk couldn't keep him warm the way he wanted, you'd plague his mind with your sweet smile and honey voice. Scolding him for not taking better care of himself and that he could crash at your place if he needed to get back on his feet.

That's why Dabi stopped scrubbing you just as you began to relax at the newfound comfort. You felt his hands tense against your body, making you turn around in concern.

"Hey. Is everything okay?" You were so concerned about him, his chest tightened. Why did you care so much about someone like him. You were so ignorant and stupid. Could you not see the blood on his hands from all the innocent people he convinced himself he killed out of pleasure. It infuriated him to no end, but he could never get mad at you. Not really. He tried pushing you away before, but you were as stubborn as him so he gave up on that method.

Your shoulders fell from his lack of response.

You were too grown to be playing guessing games with him, it was cute entertaining it before, but not now. Not when you were just coming to terms with... with what exactly?

You had an inkling of what was going on, but didn't want to push further. If he was going to tell you, he would. So you asked the next best thing.

"When will you be back?" You asked hopefully, water running down your face. He flashed you a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. His fingers brushing your wet hair out of your face. He learned in, placing a soft kiss against your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment.

"You're so important to me and I don't want you getting hurt because of my suicidal actions." Was what Dabi wanted to say, but he didn't.

So Dabi did what Dabi did best, deflect from the situation and push his true feelings down. Just when you thought you were making progress (as small as that progress was) in this twisted relationship you had with him, you were right where you started.

"I don't know when, I can't tell you exactly. But just know it won't be anytime soon." Or ever.

"Okay. Just... just stay safe." You whispered, placing your hand above his chest, where his heart was. You could feel the way his heart was beating ferociously against his chest, like a caged animal.

He brushed his thumb against your cheek, wanting to remember how soft your skin felt underneath his fingertips, wanting to remember everything from tonight before he left for good. He gave you one last kiss, this time on your lips. A quick peck that said a thousand words, and got out of the shower getting ready to leave. You stood still underneath the scorching heat of the shower, for the first time in years it actually made you flinch in pain.

You watched as he dried himself off with your towel, not paying any attention to you as his hand reached for the doorknob. Much to your relief, he spared you a brief glance that said everything you needed to know in that moment.

"See you later."

-

It's been ten months since you last saw him, almost a year. And in those ten months you've moved out of the city, got a new job and apartment better than the last. You were happy, content with how life has been treating you lately. Your skin was healthier and glowing, you made time for the gym and started toning your body to your liking. Everything was perfect.

It's been ten months since you last saw him, until you finally did.

There Dabi was, or as it said on the news headline, Touya Todoroki, all over your television. Standing above the ruins of a burning building. His clothes were torn, and his body full of cuts and bruises. You didn't even notice the white hair until the news reporter pointed it out.

There was a ringing in your ear as the camera zoomed in on what looked like a teenage boy emerging from one of the ruins, sporting dual coloured hair. Shouto Todoroki was his name they said, Dabi's younger brother who was a 1st year student at UA High School.

Dabi burst into those beautiful blue flames that you admired so much, while the young boy's left side burst into flames of red and orange. They appeared to get ready to fight, the entire country watching with bated breath.

And then everything happened so fast after that.

You don't remember when the tears started falling, but you do remember the loud sob that tore out of your throat as you watched Dabi's flames engulf him from over-exerting his quirk. He fell on his knees, face twisting as he screamed in pain. You couldn't hear what was happening as the mic from the camera crew melted from the overbearing heat of the two flame users, but you could tell that the pain he was going through was excruciating.

You didn't even recognize your own scream when his body swayed as his flames ate away at his flesh. The staples holding his two skin types together, melting into his flesh. You felt sick to your stomach.

Dry sobs continued to leave your sore throat as you watched the man you've known since you were 16, the man you were afraid to admit that you loved so deeply and finally came to terms with it after six years, slowly dying on national television as the entire world watched and didn't do anything about it.

The anchorman's voice was muffled as you watched your lover fall down, face first into the concrete. His body immobile. Your throat clogged up in pain, all you could do now was cry and watch as his little brother tried reviving him using CPR. A failed attempt, but what else could a 15 year old with zero experience in the medical field do.

A part of you felt like it was being ripped out as you watched heroes rush to the scene trying to pry the young boy away from his older brother. You watched as he pushed them away baring his teeth at them, tears streaming down his young face. You watched as a stretcher rolled by, two medics picking up Dabi's burnt corpse and putting him in that black body bag, zipping it up and slowly moving away from the scene.

The screen went blank, offering nothing but silence as you came to terms with what just happened, before the news anchor popped up, a nauseating smile on his pinched face.

"... The villain Dabi has finally been defeated by his own quirk. A win for hero society against their fight with the villains!!"

You were too numb to tell how many hours passed by as you sat there all alone in your room.

While the country celebrated his defeat, your entire world came crumbling down.

You would never be able to feel his warm hands cup your cheeks, pecking you all over the face while he praised you. You would never get to kiss him again, the type of kisses that left you weak in the knees. You would never get to do things with him that you always wanted to do, simple things such as falling asleep in his arms after a long day of work.

But most of all, you would never hear those three special words of his again, the words you didn't even realize until now, were his way of proclaiming his love for you.

"See you later."

[your-daily-biaswrecking]

Serva me, Servabo te

save me and I will save you

pairing: photographer!Taehyung x (named) f.reader 

genre: angst, slight enemies to lovers, slow burn, lil spooky

word count: 5.2k  |  reading time: 30 min

chapter summary: you explore the woods next to the manor and still can’t avoid Taehyung completely

warnings: a lil spooky woods, small talk about fairies and ghosts

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Chapter 2: Staying on your toes

The formidable Victorian Manor kept engorging you and you had the need to do something, particularly to leave, given that Kim Taehyung's presence in the building was only adding to the feeling of commitment. Perhaps you should do what you had just told Yoonji and go on a hike, get out of there and get your mind off things. Enjoy the perks of the vacation for a while.

So you decided to do just that and picked out your favorite dress that you had brought along. It had an ivory color, puffy sleeves, and reached your ankles. Paired with a thick, brown belt that looked like a corset, you didn't wear it very often. You definitely wanted to but didn't feel bold enough to wear something so vintage-looking. However, now that you were staying in a mansion, you couldn't help yourself. In fact, your entire suitcase was filled with those outfits you always wore to look at yourself in the mirror and then hesitantly take off again. That poet shirt and black, leather pants that made you look like a pirate, the forest green coat slash cape that your grandma had knitted for you, the little floral dress, the plaid skirt that belonged to your mum when she was a high school student. You had the chance to wear it all, now that there weren't any judging eyes on the horizon. Well, there was a pair of dark brown ones, but they didn't count if you didn't care.

The library was right next to the sitting room you were in earlier. It was a smaller room than the rest in the building, yet still so big for it to be filled with just books. You found the hiking guide on a little, round table by an armchair. Inside, there was a map highlighting six different paths, some long and some short, some going up the mountain and some diving through the forest to reach a stream of fresh water. The guide provided information about the place, as well as photographs to identify the flowers, mountain tea, herbs, and mushrooms found in the trails. You noted it was the time of the year that the mushrooms bloomed (in contrast to the tea that apparently grows in June) and excitedly grabbed the guide to take it with you.

In the kitchen, you found the most adorable basket that you were sure had been hand-made. As you bent down to grab it, you could have sworn you saw something pass behind you. Quickly, you turned around, expecting to find your vacation buddy. But there was no one. You shrugged, assuming he must have seen you and fleeted, as he should. But when you pulled the heavy front door closed with difficulty, you noticed Taehyung had been out on his own excursion. He was deep in the garden, snapping pictures of the scenery. He had his back to you and his face buried in his camera, so you managed to slip by unnoticed.

The forest began right next to the estate and got so dense, so quickly, you couldn't even see the house after having walked for about five minutes. The trees were taller than they looked from your bedroom window, engulfing you whole and hiding the sky and sunlight from your eyes. The temperature fell dangerously in the woods. It all made you feel relieved as if you knew Taehyung couldn't bother you here; you were alone and safe to be yourself.

"I wonder if there're any animals around," you mumbled at some distant sounds. It couldn't be anything dangerous, like wolves or wild boars, right? No way, they wouldn't encourage people to go hiking in the forest if there were.

Is what you told yourself.

"Oh, mushrooms!" you squealed and ran to the side of the trail, where two mushrooms, a smaller and a bigger one stood close together. They were a light beige color, with a thin stem and a big, flat cap. On top of them, they had some brown spots. You took the guide out of the basket and flipped through the pages to identify the fungus. The second one on the list seemed very similar. "Macrolepiota procera, commonly known as the parasol mushroom, has gained its name from its shape: a large, prominent fruiting body that looks like an umbrella. It is a fairly common species on well-drained soils and very sought-after and popular in Europe, due in part to its large size, seasonal frequency, and versatility in the kitchen."

You got a big smile. You had never picked mushrooms before, and you hadn't even known how much you wanted to until now. This was so much more fun than it sounded. You bent down and cut both of the mushrooms from the root, feeling the velvety roof of their cap and causing some of the brown spots to rub away. A couple of steps later, you found more. You picked the big ones, leaving the smaller ones that still had a round head to grow further. But there were more. Higher on the ground and farther away from the trail, you had to climb the rocks to reach them, careful not to get your dress dirty. You had by then filled about a third of the basket. Should you pick more? You didn't want to get too many in case Taehyung wanted to try some. Oh, sorry, I barely have enough for me was the way you wanted to go about it. You climbed a little higher, using your hands for leverage. A couple more couldn't hurt, right?

Just as you straightened your back again, you managed to see behind a rock. More mushrooms! You turned around the rock to get better access and were met with a sight you didn't expect to see. The mushrooms had grown in a circle. A big, thick, perfect circle.

"What's this?" you chuckled in disbelief. You squatted down next to the circle to inspect it better. "Wow, that looks almost like someone planted these with a compass. Truly, how can nature make something like that?" It looked so beautiful, you almost didn't want to ruin it.

You reached out a hand to touch a big mushroom right in front of you when a strong wind suddenly blew and made you lose your balance slightly. You held yourself up with both of your palms on the soil. The wind blew again, making you shudder from the cold. "Oh, I should head back soon. Just a few more mushrooms and-"

A loud, thumping sound coming from your left made you turn your head fast, your hands finding blindly your basket. You didn't see anything, but more noise was produced, and by the level of it, whatever it was causing it was getting closer. You jumped back down the way you had come before you even realized it. Struggling to get to the trail with the basket in one hand and the other guiding your way, the wind kept picking up and blowing your hair all over your face. You were just a step away from the path again when your foot got intertwined with your dress and you landed on your knees and elbows in the dirt. But the noises and the wind still weren't backing up. You cried out in sheer panic as you grabbed the basket that had landed on its side and spilled half of the mushrooms, and started running down the trail. Not looking back, not slowing down.

You were running for long enough to lose your breath, yet were still nowhere near the beginning of the forest. Had the trail always been so long? Had you been walking so far without even realizing, distracted by the beauty of the place? Or had you gotten completely lost? You stopped for a minute, bending over with your hands on your knees, to refill your lungs, before you started jogging again. There weren't any more noises other than the chirping of the birds, so you deemed yourself safe, but kept up the fast pace. The sooner you got out of these woods, the better.

Finally, the trail got wide and met up with the rest of the paths at the beginning of the forest and you cried out again in relief. The house appeared behind the trees, too. You stopped again to catch your breath, looking back and forth between the neatly groomed gardens and the crowded, dark woods. You were strangely so happy to be out of there, you didn't even care if that meant you had to see Taehyung again. You dusted your dress as much as you could to make yourself presentable, although it was stained with dirt that wouldn't come off. You sighed but still, that was a small price to pay. You got out of there without a scratch!

The wind was even stronger out in the open, almost physically pushing you back inside the house. And you let it. You let the door smack back closed and make a loud sound that echoed up the stairs, announcing your arrival. You peaked through the hallways trying to see if you'd catch a glance of the photographer since he was no longer out in the garden, but everything was still and silent. Dusting off your palms and dress once more, you headed to the kitchen to leave the basket with the few mushrooms that were left inside before going to change. You opened the door and were met with exactly who you were searching for, but were hoping not to find.

Taehyung was standing in front of the stove and turned his head at the sound of someone entering, looking at you surprised, almost like he had forgotten somebody else stayed there as well. His wide eyes raked down your form before you had a chance to hide from his gaze. "What happened?" he barked with eyebrows furrowed.

You acted casual. "I went on a hike in the woods."

Taehyung turned all the way around and pointed at you with a knife he had in his hands. "I was actually referring to the state of your dress."

"Oh," you said, looking down as if you had no idea what he was talking about. "There was some mud in the path."

"Was the mud knee-deep?"

You clicked your tongued. "I fell, okay?" you admitted, raising your arms. "I tripped and fell, not a big deal."

But he looked at you with eyes that could be mistaken as concerned. "Oh no, are you okay? Are you hurt?"

You were quick to dismiss him with a wave of your hand, finally moving closer to the counter to hoist your basket up. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I said I just tripped. It happens all the time." You grabbed the fabric in between your fingers, swerving the dress around to look at it better. "My dress got ruined though," you mumbled more to yourself. "I don't know if it'll come off."

"Oh.." you heard the boy express his disappointment. "That's too bad. It's a very pretty dress."

You shot your head up again to glare at him. "Yeah, ha ha," you mocked, immediately thinking he was being sarcastic.

But his eyebrows raised high in defense. "I mean it! It's cute and looks good on you."

You turned back to your mushrooms to avoid his eyes. "Yeah, whatever. What are you..." You cut yourself off before finishing that sentence. You didn't need to know what he was doing. Yet he let you know anyway.

"I'm making some ramen for lunch."

That got your attention. You leaned closer to him and saw the pot of simmering water he had on the stove, as well as the cut-up vegetables on the counter in front of him. "Ramen? They have ramen here?"

Taehyung started putting the ingredients in the water once it started boiling, along with the flavor packages. "They don't, I brought some with me from home."

You laughed for a millisecond before your hand flew to cover your mouth with a slap. Then you looked at him, waiting for the "just joking" or something similar, but when Taehyung continued occupying himself with his lunch, you realized he was being serious. "You brought ramen to a Victorian Manor to eat? Instant ramen, like the one dollar kind?"

The boy dropped his jaw in offense. "I didn't know what kind of food they'd have here, what was I supposed to do? Starve?"

You almost agreed. "Even so, not what I would've gone for. Plus, you're here now and you're still choosing that over real food."

Your words seemed to be affecting him enough to make him provoked and defensive, yet not enough to stop him from throwing those flavor packages in the water. "Oh, yeah? And what real food do you plan on eating, princess?"

You scoffed at the nickname for a heartbeat, then quickly raised your nose high and looked away to present your hard-earned basket. "I'll have you know, I am having fresh, wild mushrooms that I handpicked myself in the forest," you said while emphasizing every single word in your sentence. "Can't get more real than that."

Taehyung abandoned his food in favor of getting close to you, intrigued. "You picked mushrooms?" You nodded. He glanced at the basket you were presenting as your dear prize. "How do you know those are good to eat?"

"They had a guide."

"What? Let me see that." He grabbed the brochure from your hands. He looked back and forth between your mushrooms and the ones pictured there for a good minute before he shook his head. "Those don't look the same to me."

You snorted. "What are you talking about? It's clearly the same kind. They have the same color and spots and-"

"Yeah, but these look tall and skinny, whereas the ones you got look shorter and wider."

"I mean, they can't all be exactly the same! Some are big and some are small," you insisted, rolling your eyes. "The point is they have the same, basic characteristics."

The boy looked into your eyes for a moment and then shrugged. "Alright. If you're sure about that."

You grabbed the guide back from his stolen grip, laying it on the counter. "I am!"

Taehyung raised a challenging eyebrow. "So sure you are willing to bet your life on it?"

"What?" you chocked out, suddenly unable to take your wide eyes off his.

But he just shrugged again, acting nonchalant. "I mean, a lot of fungi are poisonous, and a lot of them look very similar. If you are so certain that this is an edible species and not something that looks like one, then by all means; eat them." You opened your mouth to reply but only stuttered. "Have you ever picked mushrooms before?" he asked you with confidence.

"No..." you admitted in a whisper.

Taehyung sucked in a breath through his teeth, clicking his tongue in disapproval. "So you have zero experience. Oof... I don't know, man, if I were you I wouldn't risk it. Wild mushrooms are a dangerous game to play." And with that, he turned back to his pot.

You stared at his back, biting your bottom lip as you contemplated your next move. If you hated one thing, it was the idea of giving someone like Taehyung the satisfaction of being right. Then again, that would be a small wound to your ego compared to, say, maybe dying. You opened the garbage can and emptied all the mushrooms inside without another word.

"Wash your hands, too," he called, proving he didn't have to be looking at you to know what you were doing.

You washed your hands. You could just feel the stupid smirk he had on his face, which made you jerk your arms in the air to rid them of the water quickly, before attempting to escape what felt like a very confined space all of a sudden. But right as you were at the exit, he called for you once more.

"Would you like some ramen?"

You froze in your step. "No," you called out, a statement that was instantly contradicted but your stomach growling. You cursed under your breath. Of all the times, this had to be it! Hiking and, let's be honest, getting a good scare, had deemed your energy completely off and your need for food reaching dangerous highs.

"Uh-huh," Taehyung said amusingly. "Nevertheless, I'm going to put in enough noodles for the two of us. In case you change your mind."

The statement sounded surprisingly sweet and candid, making you lower your icy guard for just a second. Enough to look over your shoulder. Taehyung was giving you a big, boxy smile, showing off his teeth and hiding his eyes away. You didn't think you had ever seen him smile like that. No, wait. That first time you had met- that day he was all smiles like that. Just one day, three years ago. After that, it was all poker faces and judgment. Or so you thought.

"Thank you," you mouthed, unable to do otherwise. You dragged your feet to the island and took a seat, watching as the young man finished making a meal for you both. You couldn't help but wonder why. Perhaps he didn't dislike you the way you did him, the way you thought he did as well. Perhaps it had something to do with not even remembering knowing you; in his eyes, you might be a new person he has to be nice to. Or, perhaps, god forbid, Yoonji was right and he wasn't that bad after all. The truth was that, aside from the occasional snarky remark or lack of basic courtesy, he had been acting... fine. Not how you would expect or how you remembered. Almost made you feel like the asshole here.

See? You felt uncomfortable around him again. No matter what it was, you couldn't seem to catch a break, always on your toes for him.

Taehyung set two bowls on the table filled to the brim with a smile, which you reciprocated in short. You thanked him and after that made sure to keep your eyes solely on the food as if it was a task that demanded your undivided attention. In the awkward silence, your chewing sounds were amplified like they were trying to mock you. On the one hand, you wanted to say something, anything to kill this atmosphere, yet on the other hand, you had nothing to share with him. With the quickest glanced you could muster, you dared to steal a look at him, see if he seemed just as uncomfortable. To your bad luck, he was already watching you.

"Is it good?" he decided to ask when you lowered your eyes in panic and gulped down a huge bite to force the moment to pass.

You tried to reply but you had already stuffed your mouth full. It's okay, however, because Taehyung seemed to understand your muffling perfectly. "It's perfect..." you mumbled after swallowing.

He nodded and played with his food for a while, looking deep in thought. "So, um..." he spoke up again. "I know you don't wanna spend your vacation with me here but, do you want to eat together at least?" You'll be honest, you never could have expected this coming. You looked at him silently, not knowing what to say. "I mean-" he continued, "-that way we can split the task of cooking: one day I'll cook and the other day you. It'll save us time and resources, don't you think?"

You chuckled and took another bite. "Right, like you cooked today instant ramen?"

He rolled his eyes at you. You'd never seen him do that before, it stood out a lot. "Today doesn't count, okay? This one's on me."

"Sure..." you mocked him.

"I'll have you know I'm a great cook. You'd be surprised at the number of girls that have fallen for me because I made them breakfast the morning after," he boasted.

That sentence made your toes curl. And no, not in a good way. Your body was physically trying to get away from the situation. But you stayed put. "And you'd be surprised at how low some girls' standards are."

Taehyung stared at you with narrowed eyes as you continued eating with no problem. You had to, if you wanted to support your statement. "Mushrooms," he suddenly changed the subject. "Where did you find them?"

You wanted to indulge in a sarcastic answer, since the real one was so obvious, but held yourself back. The man was obviously trying to make conversation and you understood it in part, considering how terrible silence around him felt. So you took a moment to think about it, and found something worth sharing. "Actually, that was crazy, I found some mushrooms that were in a circle!"

He frowned. "Circle?"

"Yeah. It was a circle about the size of the center of this island. Like, perfect circle like a person had made it."

Taehyung's hand dropped on the surface next to his bowl, making a loud slapping sound, as he looked at you with wide eyes and an open mouth. "Wha- a fairy ring? You found a fairy ring?"

It was your turn to frown. You titled your head to the side. "A what? What's a fairy ring."

He shook his head. "Uh, nothing just... Folk tales." Then he looked at you seriously. "But please tell me you didn't mess with it. Those mushrooms weren't from that ring, were they?"

The conversation just kept getting more confusing. "Uh- no. No, I didn't touch it."

"Oh, good," he exhaled.

"But why? You're scaring me, what's with that fairy ring?"

But he just smiled at you, closing his eyes. "Nothing, nothing. It's just myths, you know? It's not true." He seemed to think about that answer for a moment before adding: "But just in case, never mess with one, and especially never go in one."

"I'm confused. Aren't fairies supposed to be a good thing?"

Taehyung chuckled. "Not at all. Fairy rings are not supposed to be good. I wouldn't mind photographing one though."

You noticed he was drawing small circles with his fingers on his bowl while looking at you for a response. Right. That's how conversations go; he says something and you respond. And in this case, since he had expressed an interest in the mushroom circle that only you knew where was located, the right way to respond would be to offer to take him there. But no way. You would never go back there, especially not with him.

"I'm finished," you said then, pretending that along with the food the conversation was over as well.

Taehyung picked that up immediately. "Oh. Yeah, me too," he said and pushed his bowl away.

You got up and tried to take the two bowls away. "I'll do the dishes," you declared.

But Taehyung jumped up and stopped you with both hands wrapped around your wrists. It burned. The skin contact burned. What the fuck, you hadn't touched one bit up until then and he had just ruined it but placing those hot handcuffs on you. "No, I'll do them," he said with a very certain voice that made it hard to go against.

You still tried to, though, pulling weakly your wrists away. "No, no, let me. I mean, you made these-"

"No, Amy."

Oh, no. Not the name, too.

Taehyung finally released his grip on you and smiled. "I said this one's on me. You should go change, try and save that pretty dress before it's too late."

You nodded. It felt like there was no more room for protests, not even words. You just basked in the weird grin he gave you as you walked backward until he turned to the sink and you were free to run to your room.

And run you did. You hid in your room, where you knew you wouldn't be bothered until you heard Taehyung walk up the stairs and go into his. The dress was dropped at the side of the bathtub of the bathroom of the west wing after a few attempts to get it clean, which had proved to be pretty good but not quite enough. You had your books all out and open in front of you as you lay on the floor yet occupied yourself with your phone, trying to get enough signal to search what exactly was so sketchy about those so-called fairy rings. Because you were almost certain the photographer was just playing a trick on you. Then again, you couldn't stop thinking about what had happened when you had tried to pick those mushrooms.

What if... there were fairies? What if you had angered them?

After some hours of researching and reading, your books and you had moved on the bed. You had lit up some candles around the room, mostly for the atmosphere, since they were standing there almost begging you to light them. A couple of logs in the fireplace proved you had given lighting that a go as well, but it was soon revealed as futile; you had no experience in those things. And you certainly didn't want to ask for help. So you settled for the heavy blankets of the bed, curling around your books, your eyelids putting up a struggle with every blink, as you stared at the window that had gotten blurry from the humidity, refusing to fall asleep.

You simply had too much on your mind to sleep. Even though there was someone else in the house, you felt alone. And feeling alone made you a little edgy, after everything that had happened that day, and all that you had read about faes and witches, ghosts and ghouls in that afternoon. You hated being alone. But what you hated, even more, was knowing someone was only a few rooms away and you couldn't even talk to him.

The moment you closed your eyes for a second too long, a loud bang made you scream. A strong wind had blown the window right open, making the casements hit the wall with an intensity that threatened to break them, as well as throwing on the ground the candle that was sitting on the sill. You jumped quickly off the bed to run to the disaster. The fire of the candle had thankfully been gone by the time it hit the floor, still, liquid wax was spilled all over the place. The wind was cold and slapping your face aggressively as you tried to close the window again.

"What happened? Everything okay?"

Of course, Taehyung had arrived. Before you even had the chance to turn to him, you felt his arms move around your body, his chest pressing to your back, as he grabbed the window and helped you close it. He secured it immediately.

"Thanks, but I had it..." you murmured as you pulled away. You probably didn't, but anyhow. Taehyung had a much softer expression than what you had expected. As if nothing had just happened.

"Did the window open suddenly?" he concluded from the circumstances.

You nodded. "I don't know how it happened, I thought it was stuck," you offered a weak explanation. Taehyung acknowledged your words with his eyebrows and then looked around the room like he was trying to check for any more damage. His eyes fell on the candle on the floor and he bent down to pick it up. "How did you come here so quickly?" you asked.

Putting away the candle, he dipped his hands in his pockets and raised his shoulders. "I was just coming up the stairs when I heard you scream. I thought something had happened to you and came to save you."

You grimaced at his way too chivalrous words. "What could happen to me...? You keep acting like I'm too clumsy for my own safety."

"I mean, if you keep screaming like you're being murdered, what do you want me to do?"

You scoffed. Without waiting for him to properly leave, you walked back to your bed, getting rid of your books so that you could lie down. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Taehyung going around the room and blowing out the candles that had remained lit, so casual about it as if it was the most normal thing to get you ready for bed. You didn't complain.

"Didn't you eat dinner?" he asked you when he got to the door. "I didn't see you in the kitchen at all."

You got under your covers and looked at him. He just looked like a dark silhouette due to the contrast of your dark room and the bright hallway. "I wasn't hungry," you lied. The truth was you had snacked on some cookies you had in your purse because you didn't want to get out of the room and risk seeing him. Still processing your interaction from lunchtime, you couldn't overwork yourself with more to worry about. Yet he still came into your room to change that.

You thought your conversation was over, but Taehyung was still standing at your entrance, staring at you. You raised an eyebrow at him, but he was silent, sighing a couple of times. When you opened your mouth to tell him to leave, he spoke.

"I have a confession to make."

Oh. "What confession?" You took deep breaths as you waited for him to keep going. It didn't help that his face was too dark for you to see because he was keeping silent and you were growing impatient. What could he possibly have to confess to you? It can't be anything good. Did he do something? He raised a hand to scratch the back of his head, clearly uncomfortable with what he was about to say. Was this perhaps about the first time you had met? Had he remembered you?

"Those mushrooms you picked actually looked fine," he exhaled. "I just got jealous and made you throw them away."

A gasped. "You asshole! I can't believe you!" You sat up to glare at him more passionately, his confession having triggered you more than you thought it would.

But Taehyung just laughed. "I'm sorry..."

"You have no idea what I went through to get those!"

The man extended a hand towards you. "I mean, the point still stands: mushrooms can be dangerous and you shouldn't risk it if you don't know what you're doing."

"No, I don't care!"

"Which–" he kept talking over you, "–you clearly don't."

"I don't wanna hear it," you whined. "All you do is terrorize me!"

Taehyung laughed again. He probably didn't think you'd get that upset, but those mushrooms had been hard to get and very rewarding as a great achievement for your brain. Now it all had been for nothing. Even if, still, Taehyung was kind of in the right.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered again, a smile obvious on his lips.

You crossed your arms over your chest. "Just go! I don't want to see you anymore!"

He immediately nodded. "Alright."

"So don't come back here again." You're not sure why you added that. Why the possibility of this man sneaking in your room in the middle of the night had even crossed your mind since there didn't seem to be any reason for that.

"Goodnight," he simply said while closing your door, peeking at your upset form one last time, as you scoffed at him for the millionth time.

"It better be!"

Next chapter

[dreamingyouth]

[Darth Maul x Bookworm!Reader] Part 4 - Little things

Hello ! Are you new here ? Be sure to check the other parts below :

- Part 1

- Part 2

- Part 3

- Part 4 : You're here !

- Part 5

Words count : 2200

Warnings : none

Inspired by this lovely ask, thank you again anon ! ❤

You were never great with goodbyes.

The sky was clear, two fluffy clouds taking bets on which would be the fastest to reach the horizon under the warm autumn sun. The blue infinity above your head appeared to you like a never-ending sea. Would you ever be able to sail and explore the unknown lands? You couldn't know. At least, it left you dreamy; you found magic in how it changed color, azure blending gradually with soft shades of pink and orange as the day came to an end. The sight was incredibly beautiful and yet was only an introduction, waiting for the night to take over with its countless shining stars illuminating a dark blue, almost black canvas.

The trees around you seemed to be inspired by it, the bright green of their leaves slowly changing to a set of warm colors- yellow, orange, red, brown, every one of them pleasing the eye as if it was looking at a master's painting. They were full of life, though: the wind was playing with the branches and inviting the leaves in a joyful dance, some of them slowly falling to the ground in a last curtsey.

This was a setting you could admire forever without getting bored. You were lucky enough to live on a planet blessed with seasons, each of them lovely in their own way; but what you were most grateful for was the male in front of you, his hands gently holding yours while you kept your forehead against his. It became a little habit of yours to do this before parting every night: you would close your eyes and enjoy the silence around you, faces close enough to touch softly and let you appreciate each other's presence one last time.

At times you would exchange the sweetest kiss, at times a longing gaze would be enough; not once was it easy to part and leave, even though you both knew you would see each other again the following day. Sometimes you wanted to tell him how you desired to keep him by your side, not having to be separated even for just one night. Would he think of you as a clingy person? Would it bother him? He probably needed his space just like you did, maybe even had secrets you never knew of.

"Maul...

- Yes, angel?"

You smiled. Hushed whispers murmured against your lover's lips was something you treasured preciously, just as much as the charming nicknames he came up with from time to time. The intimacy you both shared bloomed from the smallest things: it was all in quiet words and little touches, thoughtful gifts, the warmth of a loving embrace. You felt lucky, not only to have this but to have this with him: to many, he might look scary or threatening, his appearance more the one of a devil than one of an angel. And yet... You somehow managed to bring out the softest side of him, one you guessed no one has ever seen before you. Probably no one would even think of him having such gentleness and care in his heart. His vulnerability was a secret you kept dearly, and it made you feel special.

"There's... this book that will be out tomorrow, and I wondered if you would accompany me to the bookstore. Maybe we could meet in front of it? And spend the day together?"

Your innocent request and your soft voice made him smile fondly, though you noticed a hint of playfulness in his eyes as he spoke.

"So, you're asking me out on dates now, hm?

- What? I- No, I just- I just thought it could be nice to spend time together-"

He chuckled. His question made you embarrassed, your face heating up a little as you tried to justify yourself, looking to the side. This caused you to involuntarily expose your neck to him, which he obviously noticed; and to cut your rambling, he placed a long, tender kiss on your skin, his strong arms wrapping around your waist to hold you close. It caught you by surprise and you stopped rambling, your fingers getting a hold of his dark clothes while he murmured in your ear.

"I never said it bothered me."

He was playing with you, and you both knew it. You didn't mind, though: it was a part of him you loved, after all, and you wouldn't exchange it for anything else in the galaxy.

"Oh..."

Your lips stretched with a smile, embarrassment leaving your face with every second passing by as it was replaced with nothing but affection for the Dathomirian. He lifted his head up to lock his intense gaze with yours, which you probably enjoyed for a little too long before moving again. Your digits slowly traveled up, leaving the soft fabric of his tunic to brush against the tattooed skin on his neck, tracing the intricate designs on their way up to his sharp jaw. You could feel him slightly shivering under your touch and imagined such a gentle contact was something he wasn't used to. Maybe he never experienced it at all- yet he allowed you, blindly trusting you as you explored higher, palms finally cupping his cheeks before pulling him into a sweet kiss.

"Meet me there, then... and don't be late!

- You're one to talk."

His words made you laugh. He never forgot.

After exchanging a few words over the last details, you reluctantly let go of him, hands sliding down his arms to his hands and holding them as long as you could before you had to part and go home. This would be the first time meeting him anywhere else than under your tree or at home. Not to mention, this was your first real date, too. This was new, and it would feel a bit scary if you went with anyone but him; but you trusted him as he trusted you, and quite honestly, it felt like you could face anything coming your way if Maul was by your side.

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You had been expecting this moment since the second you woke up. You made sure you looked your absolute best: your favorite clothes on, your face washed and fresh, you checked once more your bag and found that, for the third time, everything you've been planning to take with you was there.

You were going on a date.

You were going on a date with Maul.

Your excitement and slight nervousness met as you glanced at the clock on your wall, begging the hands to move faster until they indicated the time you were waiting for to leave your home. You didn't waste more time, your bag thrown over your shoulder as you rushed to your front door; you locked in a heartbeat before running on the path leading to the nearest city, each of your steps leading you closer to the one you loved.

As you approached the street where you were supposed to meet, you stopped. Your chest rose and fell in a quick pace, betraying your excited rush; he couldn't see you like this. He would mock you again, wouldn't he?

After catching your breath, you finally turned the corner of the street and walked to the bookstore. You could see him waiting in front of it. As usual, he was there before you, which you noticed was something he liked; after all, not once did you have to wait for him to appear, except this one time when he returned with the sun setting.

"Looks like my date arrived."

He welcomed you with a little smirk, his playful remark bringing a smile to your face. His hood was up, covering his horns and toning down the red tattoos on his face; it didn't hide them though, and you were grateful you could still admire the symmetrical designs they traced on his skin. They fascinated you from day one.

"Sorry I kept you waiting!

- I arrived merely minutes ago. You don't have to apologize for anything."

His arms, previously crossed, moved as he took off one of his black gloves to reach for your face. Slowly caressing your cheek, he took a good look at you; and as much as you were embarrassed about him touching you so tenderly in public, you loved feeling his fingers on your skin and allowed yourself to get lost in his flaming eyes for a moment.

"You look lovely today."

The truth was, he wasn't used to giving compliments. He barely got any from his master, and never got the opportunity to do so himself; learning about the enemy -the Jedi- and training hard day after day left little time to socialize. Not that there was anyone to socialize with in the first place. It came almost naturally with you, however, and your happiness was enough of an excuse for him to try.

His hand slid down your arm to hold your hand, his grasp a little more possessive than usual now that there were people around. You both made your way into the bookstore; you knew it by heart now, and it wasn't long before you were standing in front of the right section. Your gaze moved along the spines of the numerous books available, looking for the one you wanted before spotting it on the highest shelf. Letting go of the Dathomirian's hand for a second, you stood on tip-toe, eager digits reaching out to try and catch the copy above your head; yet it was too high, and you were struggling.

"It seems like someone needs help, hm?

- Maul !"

You turned around, only to find your lover looking at you with an amused expression, his strong arms crossed over his chest. You couldn't come up with anything more to say. How could you? He was right.

He took some steps forward as his soft chuckle reached your ears, his warm hand settling on your waist before he pressed a kiss to your temple.

"It's alright to be short, love. It's cute on you."

You could tell these weren't words he used often, and it only made them more precious. Focused on the sweet encouragements he offered you, you didn't notice him reaching up to grab the book you were longing for until he gave it to you, another kiss landing on your forehead; only then you went to pay, Maul's arm still around your waist and holding you close. You sure were a strange pair: he was dark and intimidating, but you were happy and full of life. It seemed like the two of you weren't meant to get along at all, yet you did, and more closely than you would've ever expected.

"You were waiting for this for a long time."

It was an affirmation, not a question; given how he knew you by now, you weren't surprised in the slightest by him being so confident.

"Yes... I feel lucky we're able to get it here. I was afraid it would only be available on other planets, if I'm honest.

- You know I would've gotten it for you if you asked.

- I know... but I didn't want to bother you."

You looked up with a small smile, your gaze lingering on his red and black skin before meeting with his eyes. You were grateful to have him. You were aware of how some people changed their path not to cross his, aware of the wary looks he would get from others. But you... you knew. You knew there was more to him than scary appearances and threatening glares, you knew there was a well-hidden vulnerability waiting for the right person to come and reveal it.

And you were so glad to be this person.

"Let's go home."

His words brought you back to reality. Without saying anything, he paid for your book, adding a beautiful bookmark to it before leading you out. Not once did he let go of your hand, his steps fast but adjusted to your own speed.

"You didn't have to. I feel like you're spoiling me more than I deserve."

He stopped. You were out of the city by now and on your way back to your house, the comfort of being alone with your loved one enough to bring you warmth on this autumn afternoon. He turned to you, his fingers lacing with yours gently as he brought his free hand to your face.

"I don't. I'd give you the galaxy if you asked me to."

Your gaze softened, and a fond smile spread on your lips. There was no way you could deny how sincere he was, given how it was perfectly conveyed by his tender words; you moved closer, your own free hand mirroring his as it rested on his cheek- not before pushing his hood down, revealing his majestic crown of horns to you.

"I know."

Your voice down to a murmur, you tilted your head up to press your lips against his, the taste intoxicating and getting you more addicted as days went by. But how could this be wrong? He was yours.

"I love you, Maul."

And you were his.

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I don’t know what to feel about this one. Some parts I like, others not so much... I was very busy this week and I’m visiting family this weekend, but I still wanted you to have this new part ❤ I hope you’ll still like it ! As always, if you like this series and want to be tagged for part 5, please let me know !

Tags : @maulieber​, @gooseyhouse​, @gczanetti1​, @noiralei​, @catsnkooks​, @brilliantbutbatty​, @mother-0f-monsters​, @farmelcarmel​

[justanotherlifeff]

Levi Ackerman × reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt/comfort, Fluff, matured themes, slowburn

Warning: There's mentions and descriptions of underage rape and suicidal themes and self harm and other triggering stuff.

(Y/N) POV

"You mean to say that you managed to convince Marie to transfer from the survey corps just two days before the expedition?" Hanji asked me with disbelief. "Yes" I simply answered. "Well, we don't even have time for replacement... Why exactly did you do that? And don't bring up the reports on her endangering the squad. If that bothered you, you would've done this earlier." Hanji asked in a flat tone. "I thought I could make her obedient. However, if she has the guts to try to open her shirt and try to seduce my husband, I don't think she would ever listen to me. I need obedient soldiers in my squad, not people who try to steal their superior's husband." I answered with the same flat tone.

"Huhhhhhh? That bitch did that? Oh sorry.. I keep forgetting that I'm the commander now and I should be.. Ahem... A bit more reasonable but yes, Marie will be transferred to the Garrison tomorrow as getting the paperwork done would take time. I have sent the papers to Commander Pixis already before talking to you because I knew that you must have a reason for making this decision." Hanji answered giving me a mischievous glint. I gave her a victorious smirk of my own because I got an useless burden off my shoulder. I went back to the stable and saddled my horse to go back home. Hanji was in Utopia district with her squad.

She left for Utopia 3 days before the expedition. Marie gave me her letter requesting transfer only a few hours after the talk we had at my office. I left for Utopia with Levi and Farlan that evening. Levi and I had dropped off Farlan at Historia's Orphanage on our way to Utopia. It was an 11 hour journey and so, we reached Utopia at dawn. The first thing we did was send the letter to Hanji's office by a cadet, take a small nap, had breakfast and went straight to Hanji's office. It was already afternoon when I was called to talk to Hanji. We already were done with lunch by then. "So, how did that go?" Levi asked me. He was already in the stable when I arrived, his horse ready to go. "It was alright. Hanji approved of the transfer. We just have to go back and I'll see that everything goes smoothly." I answered, as I saddled my horse.

Levi answered with a "hmm" and was silent till I was done with the saddling. "Do you want to see how Farlan is doing on our way?" Levi asked me. I personally felt uneasy not having Farlan near me, given that I spent every second of my time home with him. I knew that Levi felt odd too as he always looked after Farlan whenever I was cooking or cleaning or busy with something. "Yeah. That's a good idea." I muttered as we both got up on our horses and galloped out of the stable and out of the scout regiment branch.

"(Y/N) SAN!" the kids in the orphanage yelled happily as they ran towards me. I didn't see them for a while and so, didn't mind when they all tackled me to the ground. "Oi calm down! I already have to fight titans and having to fight you kids now aren't helping!" I told them trying to sound irritated but the smile on my face betrayed me. "Oi brats. Get off her." Levi walked towards them and they all got off me immediately. Obviously, they were all scared of him. "(Y/N)! Welcome back!" a smiling Historia came towards me from inside the orphanage as we stood at the yard. She had Farlan in her arms.

"Yeah... I just had to see Farlan before going." I muttered with a smile as I took Farlan from her arms. "He's doing very well so far. The kids love him." Historia smiled at me. "Thank you for taking care of him. I'd not trust anyone about this besides Hanji and Mikasa." I answered her with a smile. Levi was already beside me and took Farlan from me. "We will be late if we delay more now." he muttered, holding Farlan. "Yeah... We have to keep going..." I muttered sadly. I wasn't ready to leave Farlan alone for so long, that for a life threatening expedition. I trusted mine and Levi's ability to survive though. I kissed Farlan's forehead before Levi handed him to historia again. We bade eachother farewell before going back on our way.

The next day

I woke up at dawn. Levi woke up a little later after I was done making breakfast. The expedition would start today. After taking a bath, a very long one since we won't be able to do that for 3 days. We both dressed in our new uniforms, ones that were heavily insulated to protect us from the bitter cold. Green overcoats with a fur lining inside, our usual white pants as they are warm enough and fingerless gloves to protect our hands from frostbite but retain the perfect grip on our swords. Our boots were good enough to keep the cold out of our feet. Wearing earmuffs weren't an option as that would hinder our ability to hear clearly and decrease survival rate further.

It was assumed that all the titans that aren't already killed are either abnormals or ones that were too weak to travel to the executioner from hell or didn't go there by chance. Dealing with abnormals are much much harder than normals. The districts in wall Maria were safe as the gates were sealed in every district, even in Shiganshina. That bastard beast titan did that one thing right. It would take us 20 hours to travel half of wall Maria as we intend to, however, we cannot leave one spot missed. There's a chance that we could encounter the beast titan, the cart titan and Reiner. We just couldn't afford to leave a small area untouched. We could fight for 10 hours before the sun sets. The first expedition is solely to take out any titans, not the shifters, however, you can never be too careful. We usually kept our horses at a small shed we made in our yard.

After saddling the horses, we galloped towards the headquarters, I went to the supply room to get mine and Levi's gear. We were a bit late as Levi insisted on getting clean properly and bathed for nearly an hour. Levi was assembling all the soldiers in our team and asked me to get his gear for him. Just as I was at the entrance of the supply room, I saw Marie getting out of there. "Oi Marie. What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be going to the Garrison barracks?" I asked her with suspicion. "Yes. I was taking my gear." she answered simply before she left.

"Why didn't she do it earlier? Was this intentional? Did she mess with mine or Levi's gear? No... I did her a huge favour by not ruining her career. Anyone with common sense knows that there's still a high chance that I'd survive with a messed up gear, a higher chance for Levi. No one in the right mind would try to sabotage my gear. That's practically ruining their lives by themselves." I thought as I strapped onto my gear and walked out of the room with Levi's. There wasn't any time to check the gear now. There's 30 minutes left till 6am. We need to be going now.

"Listen you all. I will be repeating the plan once again. Once we all get in position, the team furthest, the one near the wall Maria would shoot flare signals. The closest to them would do the same and it will go on till it reaches the members closest to Trost. The same will be done in the opposite way to indicate the start of the expedition. Levi heichou and I would be in the middle. If squad 1-4 faces any major problem, notify Levi heichou as you all are under him. He will be in squad 5, closest to you. Squad 7-9 would do the same but with me. I'll be in squad 6. Use smoke signals to contact any of us the same way we would start the expedition.

If the issue isn’t major, use red signals to ask back up from the closest team. If the issue is major, use black signals and we will be there as soon as possible. If a snow storm starts, retreat immediately near wall Rose. We will be moving in a straight line and so, we will all be able to meet at one point in that case. The teams furthest from wall Rose will have to cover a distance of about 1508km in this expedition. We would have to adjust our speed with that. Every one hour, we would shoot green smoke signals that would be used at the start of the expedition too to help everyone detect each squad's position. Speed will be adjusted according to that.

The signals will start from the squad closest to wall Maria, and the other team will adjust to their speed and position and shoot a signal again and so forth. The formation cannot be broken at any cost. We will travel 503 km each day, search every spot for titans. It would generally take about 7 hours to travel that distance each day but we need to make sure no titan slips our hand. We would take a look inside every city, every building, and make sure no titan escapes our sight. The supply wagons will be stationed with squad 5 and 6 as those are the most heavily guarded squads. Squad 1 and squad 2 will be moving together when we are near the districts and will separate as the districts end. Just one more advice to you all, stay alive." I lectured the soldiers.

We were on top of Wall Rose, a cold wind blowing and a somewhat calm atmosphere. The place outside the walls were white with snow. Winter expeditions had a different advantage towards us. The sunlight level is lower during winter and thus, titans will be less strong. Taking them down in open ground will be easier. However, there's no telling for sure if the new recruits can do that. After all, things like that come from experience.

"Let the expedition begin!" I shouted as we got down the wall with everyone else and were on our horses. I wondered how uncle Erwin felt when he did that. This feeling of fear, guilt, determination and excitement... Did he feel all that too? As I was the strategist in our team, Hanji left the entire team under my command. Levi was in charge of keeping everything in control and our biggest weapon. His experience would help me make quick decisions about unfamiliar scenarios. Basically, Levi was controlling my decisions with his experience while I controlled the team with my strategies. This was the beginning of the 67th expedition.

3 hours later

My squad was in position, traveling in the middle of the formation. We didn't encounter any titan yet and I was glad to know that Hanji's predictions may have been right. Most of the titans were killed by the executioner from hell. The survey was going well, however, squad 8 would be travelling in a village as we speak. They will have to search every building there. We decreased our speeds as the map says us to do so, to let squad 8 pick up the pace with us within the next hour. However, just as I thought everything was going smooth, a black smoke signal was detected from squad 7.

"Diana, take command of the squad. I'll go take a look at that." I instructed my second in command and charged towards squad 7. It took me about 7 and half minutes to reach squad 7 only to find that another smoke signal had been shot in squad 8. Damn it... They couldn't take the abnormal even with perfect manoeuvring grounds? It took a total of 15 mins to reach squad 8 and two people were already dead there. 5 abnormals were chasing them and they were trying their best to avoid them. Obviously they couldn’t hold off that many abnormals.

Just as I looked back, there was a titan standing next to the building behind me. An abnormal. It had a grotesque smile and dived at me but I jumped away at immediately. I went to use my 3DMG to get away from it but the strings shot out and away from the equipment, suddenly breaking with the force. I took a quick look at the torn metallic string and it was clear that it was cut. Marie sabotaged my equipment. The titan dived at me again and jumped away at the last moment, gripping it's hair to use it as a rope and used the force on it as the titan got up to fly upwards and slashing the titan's nape barely, using the blades on the titan's back to slow my fall down. I met squad 7 on my way there and I needed quick reinforcements.

Not just recruits, I needed Levi here as getting 4 abnormals without a 3DMG was impossible. I shot a black smoke signal, hoping that squad 7 would understand the emergency. I saw squad 7 doing the same thankfully and I knew my squad was smart enough to inform Levi. With that, I tried my best to hide from the abnormals, that the three remaining members from squad 8 was keeping busy and I searched for the bodies of the two deceased members so that I could take one of their gear.

Levi POV

We have only encountered one abnormal so far and it seemed like shitty glasses did a good job predicting the amount of titan we could face. Things were going pretty well till I saw a black flare being shot from squad 6. (Y/N)'s squad needs help? How is that possible? "Mikasa, take command." I commanded Mikasa as she was the most capable out of all my squad members and rushed towards (Y/N)'s squad. After reaching there, I found no Titans, however, (Y/N) was nowhere to be seen. "Oi, where's (Y/N)? What's with the black flare?" I asked her second in command. "Heichou, (Y/N)-san went to check on a black flare that came from squad 7.

They shot another black flare just now. I assumed that (Y/N) san asked for backup." she explained. I noticed that black flare too. "Okay. I'll be going then." I told her before galloping to squad 7. No titans were there and I could see a black flare from squad 8. They should be in a village now. That's probably where they encountered titans. I didn't waste any time and sped my way to squad 8. It took me about 23 minutes to reach and I found three recruits barely hanging onto their lives, trying to keep away from 4 abnormals. (Y/N) was nowhere to be seen. I didn't waste my time and sped towards the titans and just as I tried to use my 3DMG, the wires broke when they were shot. I was taken aback by that.

I probably maintain my gear better than anyone else in the survey corps. What the fuck just happened? Before I could react, an abnormal caught me from behind. I was struggling in its hand when the titan suddenly fell flat on its face, dropping me. I landed on my feet to see (Y/N), running at me.

"Levi, Marie sabotaged my gear. I'm guessing she did the same with yours. I had my doubts that's why I was able to escape the titans. There's a body with a 3DMG attached to it 2 houses from here. I got mine there too. I'll hold them off. Hurry!" (Y/N) briefed me on the situation and I left her to handle it while I ran towards the location she pointed me to only to find a titan standing there. However, it was a 2 meter class. It sped at me as it was an abnormal and I got up the stairs of the house next to me, used the railing to jump high enough and cut the titan's nape flawlessly.

I could see another 12 meter class drop in the distance as I reached the bodies. One of them didn't have a gear. I assumed that's the one (Y/N) is using. I took the gear from the other soldier and strapped it on quickly and joined the fight. (Y/N) killed one more titan and assisted me to get the fifth one. "You guys are very less in number. I'll send someone from my squad. Fall into formation for now." I commanded the 3 soldiers left as (Y/N) called both of our horses. "Hai!" the soldiers saluted before I motioned them to be at ease and got on my horse as (Y/N) got on hers.

We travelled together towards our squads as I told her, "You should've just expelled her out of the survey corps." "Yes. I know. I figured that she would take the chance I gave her and use it properly. I'll have to talk to Hanji about it and get her a criminal offence." (Y/N) answered, with a grave expression on her face. "It'll be alright. See you later." I told her as I parted from her after she reached her squad.

Day 2 of expedition

We were closing in to the titan forest near Karanese district. Only mine and (Y/N)'s squad will be going through the forest as our positioning was like that. The peaceful atmosphere didn't last for too long after we entered the forest. It seemed like hoards of abnormals were in there, just waiting for someone to enter. My squad, including me shifted to ODM gear, getting as many titans as I can. I was getting them all flawlessly while Mikasa was a big help too. The others were struggling. There were about 40 titans in this forest and after I was done with about 20 and my squad got 10 more. I heard the sound of one more ODM gear and (Y/N) came to assist.

I was fascinated by the graceful moves she was making with her body, the flawless use of ODM gear and the clean cuts she made. She moved in perfect harmony with me, assisted me in my kills and took assist from my moves too. She made me feel like both a proud mentor and a husband. She got 4 more titans, Mikasa got one as I took down the 5 remaining titans. "(Y/N), what are you doing here? Where's your squad?" I asked her as she landed. "Well, we entered the forest before you, cleaned up about 28 titans. I had to take down most of it but the squad got like 7 of them. Some titans fled in your direction and I followed them and got here and helped you out." she explained. This is why I loved her. One person who doesn't have to be the damsel in distress was all I've ever asked for. The rest of the expedition was more or less peaceful.

Day 3, end of expedition

The expedition was over as we reached Utopia district at evening. I had a titan kill of 54 as I had to assist the squads under me a few times. (Y/N)'s titan kill was 43 as she had to assist the squads under her too. All squads encountered heavy numbers of titans and apparently my training helped them. 20 people from our team died. A total of 177 titans were killed. We got 5 more black flares in the entire expedition. I got 3 and (Y/N) got 2. Most of the titans were abnormals as Hanji predicted. There were a few titans that were too deformed to move fast enough and we killed them easily. It was the same as every other expeditions. The parents of the dead demanding answer. This time, (Y/N) was the victim as she made all the plans and she was in charge.

"YOU GOT MY SON KILLED! HOW COULD YOU! YOU DIDN'T EVEN BRING HIS BODY! ARE YOU EVEN HUMAN?" a woman was shouting at (Y/N). (Y/N)'s head was bowed. I didn't know what she was thinking. "That's enough. Your son was useful for the recapture of Wall Maria. He killed a titan before going out. I'm sure he won't appreciate it if you call the people he gave up his life for monsters." I told the woman, putting a hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder but she shrugged it off.

"Levi, I need to deal with this on my own." she told me before facing the woman. "I am very sorry for your loss. I truly am. Your son was very brave. I wasn't there when he died but I heard from his squad mates about how he took down a titan as Levi heichou says so. Levi heichou tried his best to save as many people as possible and so did I. I'm a mother myself, so I know how it feels. If something happened to my son, I would feel as if death for myself is better. I won't judge you for being angry. You have every right to be angry. It was your son who laid his life on line. No mother would ever want their children to do that. I understand that. If calling me the monster helps you ease your pain, I will gladly take that name for myself." she told the woman, who now looked at her with surprise.

The woman broke down and started crying before sitting on the streets. (Y/N) kneeled in front of her and rested her arm on the woman's shoulder. "I'm sorry. No one deserves to die. Your son deserved a better leader. I'm sorry we weren't good enough." (Y/N) told the woman, her eyes showing remorse but her face as hard as a stone. "(Y/N), we have to go and report to HQ and pick Farlan up." I told her as I stood beside her. (Y/N) got up and got on her horse. The other parents of the dead saw this scene and didn't question (Y/N) anymore. They understood the message she wanted to give.

The bodies that could be recovered were distributed before we went to pick Farlan up and travelled to Trost. We reached Trost at 3AM. I held Farlan to my chest the whole time as I was warmer than (Y/N). Farlan wore warm clothes but still, you couldn't be more careful. (Y/N) left for home with Farlan while I went to report to Hanji on her behalf. Our team was lucky that most of the abnormals we faced were concentrated towards mine and (Y/N)'s squad. Hanji's team lost 40 people. Infact, they had to stop at Krolva district to take in reinforcements from the Garrison. It wasted time but was effective in getting rid of all the titans on their path.

"So, we have to make do with 140 scout members for the next expedition." I stated, raising an eyebrow. "No. We will take support from Garrison. They will send their most elite soldiers with us. The next expedition won't be too hard as we took down most of the titans left anyway. By the way, what did you want to tell me about Marie?" Hanji asked me before I explained the whole situation of her destroying our gears. "She actually did that? Well, I'll talk to Pixis personally about it. I'm sure he will take action as he's (Y/N)'s father. Other than that, he was never much fond of indiscipline except for when it comes to drinking." Hanji answered.

"Wait, you know?" I asked her, quiet surprised. "Yes of course I do. She told me on your wedding day. Didn't she mention it to you?" Hanji asked me. "Well, she might have forgot. Things weren't very steady back then as she was pregnant and all." I muttered. So Hanji knows. I'll have to ask (Y/N) about it. "Well, I'll have to make reports now. Being commander is such a pain... It even affects my titan research... Anyway, you may leave." Hanji told me and I left. At least we were all safe for one more day. The 67th expedition was over.

To be continued...

[AUTHOR'S NOTE:(Y/N) and Levi left from Trost to go to utopia at 7PM and reached Utopia at 6AM. (Y/N) was called in Hanji's office at 2PM and they reached Trost at 11 PM that day.

Given that Orvud district is 80 km far from the Reiss Chapel, and that the distance between wall Rose and Wall Sina is 130 km, it could be assumed that every district is 20 km long, and the distance between the reiss Chapel and Utopia district is 30km. It could be assumed that Historia's orphanage is near the Reiss Chapel as she owns many lands there and possibly other lords had land there too. So, Levi and (Y/N) would reach Historia's Orphanage by 24 minutes.

Taglist: @reality-is-often-disappointing, @kingtamakimurder

[chezgender]

Oral fixation

Fandom: Mötley Crüe

Pairing: Nikki Sixx x femreader

Warnings: smut, little bit of possessive!Nikki

Prompt: a couple asks on @niksixx 's profile.

Notes: first fic I'm posting here and first het fic in a hundred years. I really hope you like it!

Nikki had an oral fixation.

It took you awhile at first to notice, since you weren't living together yet. But every time you met him, he always had something in his mouth: a bottle, a cigarette, a candy, the bass pick, his own fingers. You tried to see if the other guys were like that as well, and it turned out that Tommy had very similar habits, but not as strong as Nikki's.

You didn't want to make things always sexual -maybe-, but no lies: you found Nikki's lips more than beautiful. Even if they weren't super plump or anything, even if Nikki's kisses were always rough and his lips chapped. You could die for his touch and, in particular, for his mouth. Yes, because he wasn't only an excellent kisser, but also a fucking great oral giver and just the thought of the things he could do, sent shivers down your spine. What would have happened if you played with that thing? Was Nikki… conscious, about the whole situation?

So when the two of you met again, this time in the backstage, you decided to act upon your thoughts. Nikki threw away his cigarette and started combing his hair, looking at the mirror and often biting his bottom lip.

“Nik, why are you so obsessed with your mouth?” you asked, playing with the hem of your leather jacket.

The guy turned around and looked at you, confused. “I am… what?”

You got up from the small sofa in the room and walked closer to him, taking the comb away from his hand and smiling. You'd rarely take initiative, but Nikki secretly lived for those moments. He was a dominant kind of person but sometimes he appreciated a trusted someone taking control.

“Oh c'mon, I noticed it. You're always playing with your mouth on something…” you teased him and laughed softly at the look on his face, before hugging him and enjoying the warmth of his body.

“Bullshit.” he scoffed.

“It's called oral fixation you know? Ever heard of Freud?”

Nikki raised his eyebrows and started walking towards you, “Stop being such a smartass.” he said, as he forced you to step backwards until your legs stopped and your back collided with the sofa again. “Maybe it's you, you are obsessed with my mouth?”

“Never said I'm not.” You shrugged and pet Nikki's hair slowly, before the guy could invert your positions. You ended up on his lap and could feel him through the leather pants. That made you wince a little.

Nikki finally kissed you, your lips crashing against his and you kinda moaned with it, making Sixx giggle. He didn't stop tough and bit your bottom lip to draw blood, before he started to kiss down your jaw and then your neck. You panted slowly, almost too silently, as your fingers were tangled between the bassist's jet-black hair. Nikki's hand instead soon found their way to your hips, where they gripped your flesh hard enough to hurt a little. You were sure they would bruise the day after.

“So you like my mouth?” He randomly asked, as he slowly lifted your skirt. Wearing skirts wasn't really your thing, but for backstage quickies you knew it was necessary. “Course I do, I think everyone does.”

“I don't care about everyone, I care about you.”

“Sixx…” you whimpered softly against his ear, hiding your face in his hair as the bassist tore your underwear off. Weird he didn't comment about underwear, last time he said something like “you don't need to wear it”. You heard Nikki laugh and then you fell into pleasure, focusing only on his calloused fingers that were touching you rough and fast, yet in a way that made you melt, often changing pace and being the motherfucking tease he was. You were too far gone already, but at a certain point Nikki took your hand in his. You thought it was romantic, but in reality it was not.

“Look at me and don't you dare closing your eyes.” He commanded and you nodded, looking at him in awe as he started sucking on your fingers, the same way you often did on his. He, instead, had closed his emerald eyes and was focused on your body and your fingers, licking and kissing your skin like he needed it to live. His lips and tongue felt soft and warm and you loved it, it was a thrilling sensation, too.

“Fifteen minutes!” Someone yelled from outside the door, distracting you for a second: you could suddenly hear all the roadies walking around and people talking. Nikki didn't seem to care at all.

“Nik, you… you should get ready for stage…” you stuttered but the bassist ignored you. He actually stopped everything, much to your dismay, and you looked at him in silence.

“Stand up, baby.” He said, and you obeyed willingly. Soon you were on your feet again and Nikki did the same. He made you sit down, and soon kneeled down in front of you. His hands spread your legs fast, his hold was rough and possessive, and right in that moment you knew what was going to happen. At first you tried to stay calm and collected, which was a think you were skilled at. But soon enough, Sixx found the right pace and the way to make you squirm and trash underneath him.

“N-Nik!” You cried out as his tongue moved fast over your clit, and sometimes he would just stop to kiss and suck and drive you crazier, and then start over again, making your body tremble with tension.

“Shhh, you don't want the others to hear how slutty you are, right?” He whispered, his words making you whimper in desperation. Your hands gripped Nikki's hair as your thighs jolted with pleasure. He took your hand again, the one he had been teasing with his mouth. “Touch yourself for me, hm?” he said and his voice sounded choked and muffled but you hear that perfectly and fuck, it was possibly one of the filthiest thing Nikki had ever told you. Of course you obeyed, sliding your fingers down and meeting the bassist's tongue, trying to follow that messy pace as you felt so, so wet.

“Oh my God, go faster...” you begged, as your fingers went for a quicker pace and Nikki eagerly followed that. The bassist would sometimes grip your wrist and guide your movements as he went to kiss and bite your soft thighs. And he would leave lovebites and hickeys over your skin, in places so hidden and secret that just the two of you would know. Small, deliciously painful dark spots decorated your flesh like the stars on the sky.

At that rate it took no more than a few minutes for you to come and, as you felt that familiar pressure building strong and fast, Nikki used all of his skills to bring you to a higher edge, leaving you hanging for a moment. He stopped. He stopped and you looked at him in disbelief and your lips were trembling, just like your whole body, needing that relief. And when Sixx touched you once more, just a few seconds, you fell from that edge and it felt like Heaven.

Though, soon Nikki stood up again and gave you a wet, messy kiss to which you responded tiredly, still trying to catch your breath and come down from that filthy, sinful pleasure. Nikki was clearly hot and bothered as well, but there was no time left.

“I'm not done with you, yet. I want you nice and ready for me when I come back.” he said with his usual shit-eating grin. You wanted to smack him but at the same time, you couldn't deny the attraction you were feeling. “I love you honey.” he said, as he cleaned up his own face a little and ran a hand through his hair.

“Love you too, Niks. Good luck.” You smiled and watched as he blew a kiss to you, before running towards the stage. You soon heard the music start and stood up, trying to collect yourself again and step out of the room to enjoy the concert. Needless to say, the constant smiles that Nikki flashed to you were the cutest. But as his tongue touched and played with your fingers during the solo of Take me to the Top, you knew what was going to happen later.