#Unless you have deeper thoughts keep it to yourself! You Just Sound Dumb And Kind Of Like An Asshole.

[gremlingottoosilly]

Horsin' around (Centaurus!Konig x fem!Reader)

Konig is exiled from his people. You are exiled from yours. Together, you make about 6 legs and a perfect pair. Tags and CW: Size kink (duh), Centaurus!Konig(horse cocks), Konig is awkward, slight dub-con, power imbalance, belly bulge, praise kink, monster fucking. Thanks @kneelingshadowsalome for the prompt! AO3| Word count: 3016

Centaurus are not wild animals. You keep repeating it to yourself as you come deeper and deeper into the forest. You keep mumbling it to yourself as you feel the eyes watching you. judging you. Centaurus are not wild animals even if sometimes they behave like one. Not like you’re any different, any better – you’re a human, invading the sacred forests. You’re a human who is dumb enough to go foraging into the depths of their territory. Centaurus are not wild animals, but you don’t feel that repeating the same sentence over and over makes it sound any more convincing. You feel the danger in the air – with each step you take, with each fallen tree you’re stepping over. With every attempt to simply run ending up not working, you know you got lost. Long abandoned the basket you came with – you don’t recognize a single berry that grows here, not a mushroom or even some edible plant pieces to be found. This place is devoid of animals, of flowers – like something just snatched it all away. Ate it all, maybe. You don’t want to think what kind of creature could cause a migration like this. You don’t need to think though. Because the creature finds you first. 

You yelp in a mix of surprise and horror when the arrow flies right in front of you, the skill of the archer is high enough to make the arrow cut down a few bits of hair in front of your eyes. If you were a mere millimeter closer, you’d be dead. If he wanted you dead, you’d be dead. This much is obvious. You freeze in place, not daring to move an inch when you hear it. Loud, not even bothering to conceal the sound of it – the creature was confident enough that the prey wouldn’t run. Not the creature, you correct yourself immediately. Centaurs are not animals, they are closer to humans than a lot of other monster types – with their strength and warrior culture, you’d say that they are even more humans than citizens of the village who forced you out. 

The centaur doesn’t even bother to hide himself from you, concealing the sounds of heavy hooves on the ground or evading the branches that crunched against his body. This is exactly what made you surprised when you understood that instead of a rough, but mostly handsome face that most centaurus tend to have, you’re met with a black hood which only spared two holes for the icy-blue eyes staring back at you. 

Is he a grim reaper? An executioner for other centaurus? Would that mean you don’t have to worry unless your lower part resembles a horse? 

You take a quick look at your bottom half. Not a horse. 

Centaur reapers the gesture, looking at his bottom half too. Definitely a horse. 

You decide to speak first, hoping to find words that would work just fine to be your last. 

— I am really sorry for intru…

— This is not the sacrifice season yet. 

Ah, well. 

The people from your village believe the centaurs to be sacred – despite them being monsters they knew a lot about, they were still given sacrifices. Food, some farm animals, especially fatty pieces of meat, and fancy jewels along with some weapons. Centaurus kept the worst predators at bay, herding the wolves to be their pets and sometimes driving deer and rabbits away to the village. They kept you protected from werewolves and orcs – with a meager payment of never touching the sacred grounds. 

You just stepped into the deepest, most protected part of the forest. You wonder if you would deserve a peaceful death. 

— It’s not. I…I made a mistake. 

No, you wanted to be here. When the village decided to drive you out, you thought that foraging in the part of the forest, untouched by humans, would be the most profitable thing. Centaurus won’t take berries anyway, right? But they might just take your life. 

— A mistake? 

He tilts his hooded head to the side. It’s such a boyish expression, that you almost let go of a nervous giggle. Perhaps, you were going crazy…but the centaur seemed a bit nervous. As seasoned as he looked – with battle scars covering his body and a bit of silver mixed with his ginger fur on the horse part – he seemed almost awkward standing here. Tapping one of his hooved legs like a nervous child. Squeezing the bow in his hands with vigor that made you scared he will just snap it in half. 

— I just wanted to take some food. 

— Is there a hunger? 

— No. 

— Humans aren’t allowed in these parts. Why would you go if not out of despair? 

You gulp. 

— I…am not allowed back. 

— Why? 

Because you’re a forest witch who will doom them all, according to the village of a horse people worshippers. Because you’re a monster in disguise who keeps straling babies, according to the village that uses the best pieces of food to feed the horse people who can take of themselves just fine, instead of feeding it to the orphaned children. Because you’re a whore who refuses to accept the new type of sacrifices – the virgins of the village as a breeding material for the Centaurus, according to the village filled with people who would gladly push a poor virgin out in the forest once she turned of age, so she could be mauled by horse people. 

— We had…mutual disagreement. 

You stare at the mighty body of the centaur. You fight the urge to get your hands down his torso, play with its short hairs, and…you were always a bit of a horse girl. Wondering if he is strong enough to lift you up and get you somewhere safe, somewhere far far away from here. 

Centaur has this weird, almost boyish tone. Deep and yet, sounds just a bit deranged. Unhinged. Like he is going to maul you any second – and judging by the bow and arrow still in his hands, he might not be wrong. You lick your lips. He stares at them – or at least you think he is. Hood only reveals his eyes and you can already get lost in them. Cold, like the northern sea, Like the snow outside. You thought all mythical creatures were supposed to be warm-blooded. 

— You’re exiled then. 

He isn’t asking. Centaurus are omnipotent and wise, they should know about human affairs more than humans themselves. You made them into sort of gods – you shouldn’t be surprised that this guy knows way more than he should. Somehow, you still feel safer around him than other humans – and maybe, it’s more of a you problem. Maybe, you ended up eating some of the weird berries and it’s just your hallucinations before you die. 

— I am. 

He takes a step back. He is big – all of them are, you suppose, but, somehow, he is bigger than he should be. Giant, muscular torso on top of an already muscular and big horse part – he can pick you up, throw you, and break you with one finger, probably. No, definitely. You don’t want to give him a reason to, so you just stay in place. Hoping he wouldn’t deem your trespassing as a matter worthy of a torturous death. 

— My name is König, human. Repeat, ja? 

The name feels weird on your tongue. Rude, sharp. You don’t want to call him wrong and receive his wrath, so you try your best to repeat this. 

— Ko-nig. Ja? 

You tilt your head to the side, a curious little bird. Centaur – König, König, König – squints his eyes like he is smiling. You made the god smile. The horse god. The horseman. Just…man. If you don’t look down, where you already see something giant and heavy standing between his horse legs, you could forget that he isn’t a man at all. 

Suddenly, you feel light. Suddenly, you feel your legs dangling in the air as you were picked up and bumped into the broad chest. Suddenly, you feel hands everywhere. On your ass, under it, touching your chest, your stomach, trying to get to the best position so you would stop moving constantly and trying to get out. You don’t want to fight him because you’re already in the air and falling right now could result in a broken neck – but you don’t want to be suspended in the air either. You whimper, pathetic sound escaping your lips as you feel calloused hands pressing on your mound. Traveling down your stomach and touching, squeezing, petting your delicate parts. 

You spend so much time without a gentle hand or a soft touch, you can feel yourself dripping on the fingers of a centaur. Embarrassing, yes – but you know that if he were to proceed, you wouldn’t really resist. 

And oh, he proceeds. 

— They finally send us proper sacrifices. 

He mumbles it into your hair, taking in your smell. You’re nice for a human – not scared of him too much, not trying to ran away or fight. Humans are usually just annoying insects under his hooves, but König can feel your face growing on him. Your body, too. Too weird for other Centaurus, never being able to find a proper mate who could take his lack of social awareness, he found himself mounting a human. His tribe would call him pathetic. His tribe would laugh. 

Then again, he is the first to get such a delicate little gift. Who is laughing now? 

You aren’t crying in his hands, and he is a bit surprised. You smell like a proper mate, like a good bitch in heat just for him – yet, you’re not falling on your knees to present your dripping cunt. You’re just trying to whimper to ask him to be gentler, and he is happy to oblige. Calm enough to listen to you. Ripping your pants apart because this is such a useless piece of clothing – concealing your rich smell from him. 

König doesn’t waste any time when he dips his finger across your swollen folds. Playing with the slick running down his wrist, smiling as you are closing your eyes and pressing your head in his chest. He is strong enough to keep you suspended in the air without a care in the world. Weak human, he would have to spend so much time preparing you for him – taking his cock would be a task no sacrifice ever competed before. 

König stares at your dripping pussy that is already clenching around nothing just because his fingers are pressing on the hood of your little clit, and he knows you’d be the perfect wife for him. Taking him properly as his mate, moaning as his cum fills you up. he can’t wait – knows that he should, preparing you properly. His hooves are beating the ground in impatience as his fingers slide in and out of your pussy. You spread your legs, moaning louder. Such a filthy whore for him. 

— Relax, human. Be a good mate. 

— This isn’t what I wa…

— Quiet. Such a good…good girl, Schatz. Will bring me strong children. 

— We can’t have sex. It’s im…impossible.

You whimper, trying to squeeze your legs, to shut his hand. You only moan louder, knowing that you would accept everything he gives you, and ask for more. 

You don’t want to imagine his cock entering you over and over, forcing its way past your walls and making you round and soft with his children. It’s a foreign concept – centaurus shouldn’t mate with humans, it should be physically impossible. Yet, you almost want to try. A breeding mare, made for one and only. 

König gets you on…something. It isn’t exactly a natural thing – a pile of stones and trees, perfect height for you to lay your back on, with some soft leaves and animal skins to rest comfortably. His hands support you on the perfect height and you immediately know what he construction is. A mating stand. Probably for other centaurus – but you feel almost fine laying on it too. Almost normal. Your muscles sting as you try to rest your legs and then spread them wide enough for König to stay between them. He is a big guy, after all. He turns you around, on your tummy. Ass in the air, you don’t like not seeing him. The heavy musk fills your nostrils, making you suddenly aware of what is about to happen – you’re wet, spread enough on his fingers, calloused fingertips scrubbing your gummy walls from the inside. He is fingering you with ease, but it doesn’t feel like a man with experience – he is touching and probing like he doesn’t know what he is doing and, honestly, you kinda like it. He is exploring your body with his and you moan, not caring that you sound like a whore. Humans have already abandoned you as part of society – you might as well just take it. — I will prepare you. 

— It won’t fit… — It will, Schatzen. You’ll get used to it. — What if I break? 

— I will be careful. Trust me, ja?

Even his fingers are a bit much when he enters your body with a third digit. One, two, three – you are about to burst when he is massaging your G-spot, when he is smiling in your hair and gets you so aroused just on it alone. You’re about to cum when he slowly extracts his fingers, deeming your sloppy cunt as explored enough. Your walls are clenching around nothing, a beautiful display of desire – maybe, it was the right call that humanity abandoned you. König looks at the perfect centraius whore on display and he can’t wait to claim you. To make you his. 

He is exiled from other centaurus. 

You are exiled from humans. 

What a beautiful fucking pair. 

He enters your body slowly deliberately. Regrets it immediately – you are wonderful. Too perfect to be this slow, being soft with you is torture. Your walls accept him with a stretch, like a warm glove around his cock. Slowly shifting, softening, straddling his cock with each inch he buries in the depth of your warm, weeping cunt. He can’t touch you, as unfortunate as this is – dumb horse body is making it impossible, even looking at you is hard enough on his neck. He wants to mount you properly, but you’re simply too fucking small. Wants to touch your hair, to whisper some encouragement that human women would probably love to hear – but he can only breath heavily and enter you, one painful centimeter after the other. 

— T…too much, too much, please, I can’t, it’s… You whimper, you cry, it breaks his damned heart because you don’t deserve this. You need to be treated with care, with softness and yet, he can’t give you that. He wants so much to just put you in his arms and hug you, but that would be impossible. König will give you all the coddling in the world after you’re done. After he is sure that you received all the possible breeding and seed he could gave you. 

— Quiet, human. It would be nice soon. 

— It’s not…

— Touch yourself, please, bitte. I can’t…can’t touch you. But you will feel better. 

Your hand goes between your legs, playing with yourself. Spreading your folds around his cock even more, fingers sliding past your clit. Touching the little button and hoping it would be enough to make you aroused – and it is. Your cunt is a mess of your own juices mixed with König’s pre cum, and you already know that you won’t be walking the next couple days. 

König bottoms with a deep sigh, and you feel him in your stomach. Bulging with his giant cockhead, making the outline of his cock visible – you touch it with shock, not understanding how your organs are even in place. 

He starts moving and you finally feel it – the burning pleasure setting fire in the pit of your stomach. the excess liquid pouring from your damp cunt, moans spreading from your lips. You never felt this way with a human before – then again, no human cock would ever be able to compete with König. He can reach the parts of your body that you never knew existed, and the mix of pheromones and musk is making you dizzy. Light-headed. You don’t even need to touch yourself more to feel the height of your orgasm, building in as rapidly as König’s thrusts. 

In, forcing its way to hit your cervix gently, massaging the sore spots of your tight pussy. 

Out, grazing over your inner walls, touching all the buttons. 

In again, filling you up with his pre-cum. Moaning loud enough for the whole forest to hear. 

Out, dragging you back with him, as you’re still impaled on his cock. 

— S…so perfect for me. Scheisse, so pretty… He can’t touch you and it breaks his heart. König goes to praise you instead – words feel awkward on his tongue, but he knows you need to heart it. He wants you to hear it, wants you to fee wanted, entitled. Soft. He smiles when you whimper and moan, milking him for his orgasm. Your cunt is made for him and he wants to spend every waking moment buried inside of it. Gods, you are a perfect sacrifice. 

He is coming embarrassingly fast, pumping his giant cock even deeper into your pussy. Filling you up with hot cum that can’t even stay inside of your cunt. Leaking everywhere, you two are making a mess – you breath heavily, not understanding what is right and wrong anymore. Only knowing, remembering the shape of his cock. Pushing in and out, forcing its way in. God, you feel full. And ridiculous. And so, so perfect with his cock slowly starting to pump you again. And again. Konig came embarrassingly fast, but only because this is just the first orgasm in a row. Forcing its way inside, you are overstimulated already – but you will take him, of course, obviously. You have to.

König is going to enjoy breeding a new clan out of you. 

[trans-leek-cookie]

To anyone who is planning on comparing an East Asian character specified/coded as a certain ethnicity to another East Asian character specified/coded as a DIFFERENT ethnicity:

SHUT UP

[chippedaxe]

hello!! could i ask for a request where dream used to be a top but his ego has gotten up too high and the reader is tired of him being a bitch and decides to turn into the bitch? so it’s like sub!dream x dom!dream. i don’t really have ideas of what could happen, maybe dream won lost a manhunt and is pretty mad and yeahhh :) thank you already!

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Title: Poor Baby

Warnings: NSFW !Minor's steer clear, coarse language, praising, teasing, degrading, bit of humiliation, nipple play, fingering, anal play, begging, idk if there should be more.

Pairing: Sub! Dream X Dom! Reader

Pronouns: They/Them, non specified genitalia,

Synopsis: Dream tries to dominate you but you've had enough so you toy with Dream.

Word count: 1.5k

Note: tbh i was rlly confused so i hope this is somewhat what u wanted <3

- if it doesn't make sense like halfway thru the story then I'm rlly sorry, I wrote half of it one time and half of it another time (and I don't rlly reread or edit my work)

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Dream storms into the room looking angry, his hands have been balled into fists and you can tell that he's not thinking rationally "Dear- what's wrong? What happened, baby?" you tried to calm him down but he completely dismissed you "Take off your clothes." he ordered "excuse me?" you were taken back "come on- please just take off your clothes,, manhunt made angry.." Dream grumbled.

"Baby, just calm down.. Rest" you pulled him down onto the bed gently "Sweetheart, don't you want my cock?" Dream grabs your chin and looks into your eyes "of course I do-" he stops you right there "Then why're you being difficult?" he caresses your cheek, "Well I just feel like you're acting like a serious bitch right now" you confessed bluntly.

"Me? A bitch?" Dream groaned at your words, his hands reaching out to touch you but you stand up from the bed "Yeah. A really big bitch. So why don't you just calm down and rest, okay?" you put your hands on your hips and looked down at him "You don't give the orders okay? I give them! I'm the dominant one here!" Dream exclaimed "Then maybe I should be." you shut him down.

"What? You? Dom me? I don't think so" Dream chuckled to himself, "You think it's so funny now but wait I'm making you dizzy and seeing stars from how good I can make you feel.." you warned him "How do you expect to get me to be submissive for you?" Dream growled "Watch me." you responded as you then approached him.

You straddled his knee and crawled onto his lap, your hands moving to his chest "This is all you've got?" Dream rolled his eyes "Of course not, this isn't even close to the beginning" you leaned down to kiss his neck. You turned your head to the side and began suckling roughly on his skin, biting gently every few seconds "Ah- Yeah, keep doing that, doll." Dream tried to make it seem like he was in control but his words only affirmed your new dominant position.

"Yeah? You like it when I suck on your neck? I bet you'll like it a lot when I suck your cock too.." you tease him, your hands feeling up his chest and groping the man. "Don't tease me, or I'll punish you" Dream tried to sound scary "Punish me? But I'm being so kind, dominating you when you're clearly not fit to be on top.." you decided to bully him a little bit with some degrading words.

"Huh? What? What're you saying.." Dream started to get real riled up, his face starting to glow a bright red "What? Is my Dream angry with me?" you acted coy, kissing his jaw and pouting "Sorry Dream, I know how sensitive you are.." you teased him further "Don't make me flip you over and ram you- I will do it!" he threatened "Oh I bet you will.." your voice was condescending.

Your hands slid Dream's shirt off his body, revealing his tense muscles "Oh wow.. You look so pretty, all of this for me darling?" you cooed "Don't talk like that, I'm not you're little sub!" Dream shouted "Of course not, you're just someone who's below me and is acting quite submissive..." you pointed out. Your hands were cold, finger tips colder, pinching Dream's nipples to get a reaction out of him.

"H-uhgh..." Dream let out a small noise, his erection growing in his pants until it became a raging boner. "Aw you like when I play with your nipples? That's adorable.." you tease him as you continue to toy and play with his soft buds "n-no!" he was surely embarrassed, probably feeling humiliated. "Stop it- You're humiliating me!" Dream complained "Oh am I? You want me to stop? Then beg me, slut."

Dream went quiet and he froze up a little bit, clearly not expecting you to talk to him like that "Speak Darling, or are you too dumb?" you teased him. Dream gulped nervously and glanced up to meet your gaze "Please stop teasing me- please!" he gasped. "Okay, what do you want me to do?" you leaned over him.

Dream shuddered slightly "I want you to touch me properly!" he spoke up "What's the magic word?" you placed your hands on your hips, clearly enjoying the sudden change in superiority. "P-Please.. Please touch me, Please.." Dream groaned softly, you almost felt bad from the way he was begging you. Almost.

You looked down at him, his cock twitched in his pants, growing harder against the tight fabric "It hurt's so bad.. Please help me.." Dream hugged you and hung his head on your shoulder. "Okay baby, I'll help you.." you unzipped his pants just a bit so you could slip your hand in to palm him gently.

"Ah- I need more.. Please.." Dream bucked his hips up against your hand, desperately trying to grind against you but to no avail. "Be patient darling" you hushed him up and pulled his penis out, stroking his length gently. You admired the way it throbbed in your hand, twitching slightly as Dream rolled his head back and groaned "You're not usually this vocal, something change?" you smirked at him.

"That feels so good, so good.." Dream rolled his hips against you, legs closing together to give him a little more friction "Uh uh- open up." you slapped his thigh which made him open them back up reluctantly. You wanted to give in and let Dream fuck your insides but you fought the urges, today you were going to fuck him instead.

You took off his pants finally, letting the blonde boy relax more. "I'm gonna try something new with you, alright?" you didn't give Dream much time to answer as your hand dipped down between his legs, one of your fingers thrusting into his tight hole. "Ah! I- I've never touched there before!" Dream was feeling a little bit shy clearly.

"Your walls are sucking my fingers in so well, oh my god.. I should definitely buy a dildo or something for you.." you thought out loud to yourself. Dream quivered underneath you, his hole clenching around your finger at the thought of you fucking him with a toy. "M- More.." he was definitely feeling ashamed, his head turned away to face the wall.

You gave him what he wanted and stuck a second finger inside, curling them gently to press against his prostate. Dream squealed and covered his mouth to hide his lewd noises "Hands off." you instructed "But-" he protested "But nothing, hands off yourself or I'll stop touching you" you argued. Dream swallowed his pride and removed his hands, letting out a loud sound when your fingers thrusted deeper inside of him.

"Do you like this?" you asked "Of course- It feels so sO good!" Dream cried out "You like it more than when I play with your penis?" you questioned, Dream nodded and bit on his lip to keep quiet "So.. You'd let me do this again sometime?" you were starting to feel really excited "W-Whenever you want!!" Dream was now completely your bitch.

"I-I think I'm gonna cum, it feels sO weird!" Dream babbled on and on "Nuh uh- not unless you say you're my bitch." you wanted desperately to hear him say those little words "What??" you slowed down your pace and started to gently remove your fingers "No- No! I-I'm your bitch! I said it! I'm your bitch! Now please let me cum!" he bawled.

"Good boy.." You sped it up, not giving any mercy to his ass as you finger fucked him. "AH! I'm cumming! FUCK!" he arched his back, walls convulsing around your fingers as his hot white liquid spat out of his cock and ran down his legs. "Dirty slut, go clean yourself up" you snickered down at him before pulling your fingers out of his ass and leaving the bedroom.

You're not a monster so you obviously won't just be leaving him there, although it's not like you're gonna help him much. You grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and came back to hand it to him, he weakly reached out to grab the bottle but dropped it "Don't tell me.. Does my little slut need help drinking from a bottle? Pathetic.." you spat at him before drinking some of the water.

You grabbed his chin and opened it gently, spitting your water into his mouth for him to swallow. Dream gulped it down and flushed a deep red, "Thank you.." he thanked you and was flustered. "No problem, I love you baby." you kissed his cheek "I love you too, thank you for taking care of me today.. I think I liked it better when you were in charge.." Dream admitted "I was thinking the same thing, sweetheart" you smiled at him.

[gladerscake]

No One Better

(Gally x Reader)

Hope you have some time, because this one’s large and in charge (of the feels, that is). Huge thanks to all the lovely people who encourage me to keep writing. Enjoy!

A few beads of sweat rolled down your temple, your bottom lip beginning to sting from how hard you were biting down on it, your brows furrowed in intense concentration, all while you were struggling to finally saw through this one stupid chunk of wood. It was a particularly thick one - you’ve been at it for almost ten minutes, with frustratingly minimal results. The muscles of your right arm were positively aching, pleading for you to drop the shucking saw and just ask somebody for help.

However, your resolve was stronger than your protesting muscles. You could do this. You didn’t need help.

You gave yourself a minute to rest before drawing in a deep, determined breath, and getting right back to it. You couldn’t believe it - will all this effort, you’d only managed to saw through half of it, thus far. Gally always made it look so easy...

“Having a bit of trouble there, baby?”

Your mouth immediately curled in a little grin at the deep sound of his voice. Gally’s voice. As if on cue, just when you were beginning to think about him.

The Keeper of the Builders, who you now proudly called your boyfriend, seemed to have a sixth sense for those things. To anything that had to do with you, really.

It’s been a bit over a week, since you two had made the fateful transition from close friends to something much, much more thrilling. And even though it hasn’t been that long since the change of your relationship’s nature, you could say, without question or a shadow of a doubt, that you’ve never felt happier.

The way Gally treated you on the daily, with such gentleness, care, and endless affection, made your heart bloom with delight at his mere presence. You couldn’t say you had been shocked by his manner - he’s always been kind to you, since the moment you two have met. But seeing this side of him, the loving and warm side, the one nobody else but you got to see, was a gift in itself. You believed you were immensely lucky that Gally returned your feelings and wanted you by his side, and you couldn’t wish for someone better. To you, there was no one better - simple as that.

As of this moment, you chose to bite back a cheeky remark in response to Gally’s slightly teasing question. Instead, you straightened out your posture, allowing your grin to grow as you loosened your death-grip on the saw handle and turned to face him.

“Me? Not at all! What gave you that impression?” You chirped as Gally chuckled, deeply, taking a big step closer to you. His striking bluish-green eyes peered down at your delicate features, an amused grin playing at the corners of his mouth. God, you could never get used to how attractive he was to you...

“You’re kidding, right? I could hear your grunts all the way from the Deadheads.” He glanced at the saw in your hand, trailing his gaze to the chunk of wood and your underwhelming progress, and swiftly figured out what was causing his girl such distress.

You playfully rolled your eyes at his comment “Well, not everyone is a big hunk of muscle like you, my Keeper.”

Gally tried to control the blush he instantly knew was about to paint his cheeks. ‘My Keeper’. You’ve been calling him that often since you two became a couple, and he would be lying if he said he didn’t absolutely love it. It almost always distracted him from whatever he was doing or talking about, but he didn’t mind. He definitely didn’t want you to stop.

Nonetheless, he kept his composure and cleared his throat, grinning down at you “You flatter me, baby. But you’re not wrong.”

You released a light-hearted laugh as he quickly scooted behind you. “Here, let me help.”

You felt a familiar warmth spreading through your body and circling your abdomen as Gally reached around you, his powerful torso nearly pressing against your back, his calloused hand enclosing around your smaller fingers on the handle, in order to guide your movements. Your pulse was already beginning to quicken, your face gradually getting hotter, as you struggled to ignore the effect his closeness was having on you.

“T-Thanks...”

Gally pressed a sweet peck to your cheek as he tightened his grip “Mm-hm. Now, shoulder up...” He instructed, softly, his breath slightly tickling your ear. You did as told. “Yep, just like that. Now lock your elbow. Your arm’s a little wobbly - that’s why it’s taking so much out of you.” Again, you did as he said, doing your earnest to focus on the task at hand, and not on your boyfriend’s low, breathy voice in your ear, or the heat of his strong body, or the way his arms felt around you...

“Like that?” You inquired, timidly, glancing up at his freckled face.

“Exactly. Now, drag it back and forth, and don’t squeeze the handle too hard - you’re just wasting energy that way.”

You took a deep breath and proceeded sawing through the wood, with Gally’s help, as he kept a firm grip on your hand. To your surprise and relief, it really did feel a lot easier, now that you were no longer straining your muscles in all the wrong ways, and in a matter of minutes, the sawed-off piece fell to the ground with a soundly “thump”.

You let out a victorious laugh, causing Gally to chuckle at your reaction. He thought it was entirely too cute.

“Finally! I did it!” You beamed at your boyfriend as he pried the handle out of your hand, placing the saw on the work table before interlacing his fingers with your own.

“You sure did. Next time, if you’re struggling with something, just come get me, okay? There’s nothing wrong with asking for help.” He smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You closed your eyes, blissfully, giving him a short nod of agreement. “Fine, fine, if you insist...” You mumbled, the urge to kiss him coating your senses and pulling you closer into him. You didn’t fight it. Standing up on your tippy-toes, your linked your arms around his neck and leaned in, pressing your soft lips against his, your ears basking in Gally’s deep hum of satisfaction. His hands wasted no time gripping your waist as he kissed you deeper, his lips moving so seamlessly and tantalizingly against your own, your mind beginning to swim at the sensation.

Despite not wanting to break the kiss, the distant sounds of other gladers working and chattering forced you to stay aware of your surroundings as you reluctantly pulled away from Gally’s lips with a sweet final peck. The builder grinned, giving your waist a languid squeeze before delivering you a wink that almost made your knees buckle.

“As much as it kills me, I gotta get back to work, baby.” He feigned a sneer as you chuckled, nodding in compliance and unwinding your arms from around his neck. You stepped back, already missing his closeness and warmth.

“Same here. Meet you at dinner?”

“You’d better!” Gally smiled, genuinely, before turning on his heels and departing to his task of fixing the Med Hut’s leaky roof.

-later that day-

“Alright, boys, let’s wrap this up. We’ll get back to it first thing tomorrow.” Gally clapped a couple of his builders on their backs - his way of letting them know they had done a good job without actually having to say it. He wasn’t big on dishing out praise and compliments, unless it came to you.

“Whatever you say, boss!” Scott, one of his most capable builders, quipped as he climbed down from the roof, fist-bumping a couple of his friends while they stretched their sore muscles.

Gally huffed to himself before going to pick up his instruments, his tall form disappearing from the guys’ line of vision.

As soon as the Keeper appeared to be gone, Scott’s expression promptly melted from cool to sour, a hint of spite flashing through his eyes.

“Looks like someone’s in a hurry to get back to his girlfriend.” He deliberately over enunciated the last word, frowning, as if just the thought of it was too ridiculous to occur.

Another builder, Jack, cocked a questioning brow at his friend “Oh? Jealous much?”

Scott rolled his eyes in response “I just don’t get it! How did that even happen? Why him? She had like forty shanks to choose from, and she went for him?”

Jack had to snicker at the guy’s plain and obvious jealousy, the sight of it being thoroughly entertaining. “Hey, easy, man! Clearly she sees something we can’t. She’s made her choice - deal with it.”

“Yeah, but did she have to pick the ugliest one? I mean, honestly, if it were someone like Minho, or Ben, or hell, even Newt, I’d sort of get it, but...”

Gally scoffed, bitterly, rejecting the idea of listening to the rest of that lovely conversation. Did they really think he couldn’t hear them? He’s only been a few feet away this whole time, for shuck’s sake. His features darkened, his hands clenching into fists. He knew it was stupid to let something like that get to him - obviously it was nothing more than jealous ramblings of some dumb shank, who would most likely wet himself if he knew Gally had heard him.

Still, as much as he despised to admit it... It stung, hearing that. Mostly because, deep down, some obnoxiously self-deprecating part of him, agreed with Scott’s words.

Gally had never really given much thought to his looks. That is, until you came along. As his feelings for you grew, so did his insecurity. He knew he wasn’t conventionally “hot”. True, he was one of the tallest guys in the glade, and he assumed he had a nice body, thanks to his job as a builder, so he at least had that going for him. His face, however... Gally didn’t believe it was anything to be considered “handsome”. As opposed to you, who he thought was the most gorgeous thing he’d ever laid eyes on.

He hated this, hated feeling like he didn’t deserve you, hated knowing that you could probably do so much better than him, especially when you weren’t there to reassure him, to tell him otherwise and kiss away his every troubled thought.

Gally growled, internally, his jaw tensing and his knuckles turning white. No, he needed to snap out of it. What the hell? You wanted him. You chose him, you were with him, you were his. He couldn’t let his faith in your devotion to him crumble, just because some dumbass had opened his big resentful mouth.

With an exasperated grunt, Gally stalked off to meet you for dinner, as promised. He was sure that as soon he saw your face, he would forget all about what had just happened. He hoped gazing into your glimmering eyes would be enough to hush every last unwelcome thought. Yet, as hopeful as he was for that, the tension in his broad shoulders remained, as if something heavy was weighing down on him, with very little he could do about it.

-later-

Something deep within you was telling you something wasn’t right. You felt a nagging sting of worry pinching at your heart as you made your way back to Gally’s hut, that you and him now shared.

You couldn’t help but sense that Gally had seemed a bit... off, all throughout dinner. The soft smiles he’d sent your way didn’t reach his eyes. His usually bright bluish-green eyes had been tinged with an underlying bleakness, and you had no clue where it was coming from. You’d tried to ask him about it, but the only response you got was a mumbled “It’s nothing” and a hurried kiss on your cheek.

You didn’t like it. You knew Gally so well by now - you could tell when something was bothering him. You cared about him, deeply, and so, seeing him so obviously anxious about something and not telling you what it was, put you in a bothered state as well.

Whatever it was, you needed to get it out of him. Gally was your boyfriend, and a pretty amazing one at that. If there was anything at all that you could do to help him deal with what was plaguing mind, you would do it, over and over again, if you had to.

You pushed the door open and entered the hut, a loving smile curling your lips as your eyes fell upon Gally. The builder was sitting on the bed, busily scribbling something in his journal, his knit brows and slightly clenched jaw painting his face with a look of pure concentration. Probably sketching in some alterations for the Med Hut expansion. You released a muted giggle, thinking his expression was entirely cute.

Gally immediately looked up at the sound that escaped you, his smile reflecting your own, his deeply focused gaze softening the second it landed on you “Almost bed time, huh?”

“Yes, indeed.” You delivered a little grin as you shut the door behind you and approached him, your delicate hands landing on his shoulders with a pleasant squeeze “And you’re still not done working?” You eyed the journal in Gally’s hands.

He responded with a scratchy chuckle “Perks of being a keeper, baby - I’m never done.” He feigned a deep sigh that made you giggle once more, but nonetheless, placed the journal aside, wanting to give you his full attention.

The only instances where you two got to be truly alone with one another were early in the morning and right before bed, so Gally cherished these moments with you. He would spend every second of every day alone with you if he could, but for the time being, he’d take what ever little scraps of time he could get.

“Well, I’m here now, so... Maybe you’re done, after all?” You smiled, your hands kneading his shoulders in a relaxing manner, feeling his firm muscles slowly release built-up tension under your touch.

Gally grunted, deep in his throat, as his own hands took a hold of your waist, pulling you closer in a not-so subtle motion.

“I sure as hell am, now...” The deep, slightly raspy tone of his voice made you weak in ways you hadn’t imagined before, but you were far from complaining.

With a playful smirk, Gally suddenly fell back on the bed, and you yelped in surprise as with one simple, yet effective tug, he brought you down with, causing you to topple onto him.

“Gally!” You attempted to scold, lightly slapping his chest, but the laughter bubbling from within you, as well as the rising pink hue to your cheeks, let him know how you truly felt about it.

“Aww! Sorry, is this too much?” He asked, almost rhetorically, a cheeky glint dancing in his eyes.

The blush adorning your cheeks only grew as you gazed down at him in pure fascination. Sometimes you still couldn’t believe Gally was yours, that you got to see the side of him everyone else was blind to. You shook your head, leaning down to plant an amorous kiss on his plump lips, as he took no time melting into it with a low-pitched hum. His large hands, warm and eager, gripped your waist tighter as he shifted you both up the bed, until the back of his head almost knocked against the makeshift wooden frame. You whimpered, softly, against his mouth before breaking the kiss. You witnessed, with a tinge on satisfaction, that his freckle-littered cheeks were now even redder than your own, his breath escaping through his parted lips as he stared at you like you were something out of this world.

Gally felt like he could never get enough of you. Your closeness had his heart nearly beating out of his chest, and the intoxicating sensation of your lips on his sent him reeling with more need than he knew what to do with. However, as he gazed at you, taking in every detail of your breathtaking features, his mind involuntarily called back to his inner turmoil, a couple hours prior. The spark in his eyes dulled, the corner of his lips twitching with a barely-noticeable frown as he was pulled back into that loathsome state of self-doubt he’d tried so hard to fight against.

The rapid change in his expression, as minimal as it was, did not evade your notice. In a blink of an eye, your dream-like state morphed to concern as you reached up a hand to cup his warm cheek “Hey... Gally, what’s wrong?”

He huffed a light puff of air, tilting his head to nuzzle his face into your cupped hand, the small gesture nearly making you swoon.

“It’s nothing. Stupid. Don’t worry about it, baby.” Gally mumbled, the response identical to the one you’d received at dinner.

Well, that wasn’t going to be good enough this time. You frowned in sympathy “Yeah, that’s what you said earlier, too. I didn’t believe it then, and I don’t believe it now.”

Gally relinquished a hushed groan, evidently reluctant to share what was on his mind, but all you wanted was for him to know that there was nothing in the world he couldn’t talk to you about. You leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the exasperated crease on his forehead, momentarily feeling it smoothen out under your lips.

“Come on... please? I can’t go to sleep if I know something’s bothering you.”

Gally sighed, deeply, his intent gaze meeting your own, and once again you were met with the somber pool of dejection that you had been so quick to spot.

To say he was hesitant to discuss it would be an understatement, but the plea in your gaze and soft voice was impossible for him to ignore. There probably wasn’t a single thing you couldn’t get out of him.

With a defeated grunt, Gally reached a hand up to carefully thread his calloused fingers through your silky hair, his voice dipping an octave lower as he finally spoke “Sometimes it just doesn’t feel like I’m good enough for you, Y/N.”

Your breath hitched at the mere sound of those words leaving his mouth. You felt a ferocious urge to stop him right then and there, yet... you didn’t. No, you couldn’t interrupt. You asked for this, for his honesty, so now he was giving you exactly that. You had to let him finish.

“I mean... You could’ve had anyone. Absolutely shuckin’ anyone, but for a reason I still don’t fully understand, you’ve picked me.” Gally bit the inside of his cheek, his rough fingertips turning cold as he let the words fall from his mouth. “I know what people are thinking. ‘What the hell is an amazing, sweet, funny, beautiful girl like you, doing with one of the ugliest shanks here?’. And you know what? I hate it, but they’re not wrong.”

Every sentence shot an icy pain through your heart as you had to bite your bottom lip to physically restrain yourself from shutting him up. You couldn’t stand that Gally was so critical of himself, especially when you saw him as the best thing that’s ever happened to you.

“And please don’t take this the wrong way - I’m not doubting your... feelings for me, and I’m so lucky that they’re even there, it’s just...” He trailed off, briefly, wanting to choose his next words carefully. “It’s a bit of a struggle to understand. Because you deserve the best, and I’m... well, hardly that.”

A short pause. Finally, it sounded like he was finished, and now it was your time to let him know precisely how you felt about all of it.

With a preparatory intake of air, you cupped his face in both hands, making him look nowhere else but at you, your eyes shining with determined empathy. “Gally... I chose you, because it’s always been you. Forty shanks here, and not one of them ever made me feel even a fraction of what you make me feel. I can’t explain why, because it’s not something that has an explanation - I don’t have an alphabetised list of reasons why I fell for you! I just... did. Because of who you are - that’s everything about you. And I don’t know who you’re calling ‘ugly’, because it sure as hell isn’t my boyfriend.” You paused, watching his eyes as he stared at you, mesmerized, without blinking, his mouth falling slightly agape as you could practically hear his heartbeat drumming in his chest. “So... Yeah, I can confidently say, without question, that I’m pretty happy with what I chose.”

After a few seconds of wired silence, Gally finally broke out of his entranced stupor, his voice nearly quivering as he traced a finger down the soft curve of your jaw.

“And what is it, that you chose?”

His touch made the loving warmth within you spread like wildfire, soothing your throbbing heart and coaxing a delicate grin to etch your lips “The best.”

At that, Gally released a short, incredulous huff, but couldn’t find it in himself to question it any further. You were truly a gift to him, a gift he had no idea what he’d done to deserve. In that moment, all the worries he’d had were effectively silenced, pushed away into the farthest, deepest crevices of his mind, not to be heard from again in a long time, if ever. Not a minute more would be wasted caring about anyone else’s opinion on your relationship with him. The only one that mattered was yours, and that’s the one he would hold into, for as long as you’d allow it. For as long as you’d want him.

Gally’s muscular arms wrapped around your frame, pulling you into him, tightly and protectively, as he buried his face in your hair, trying to get you as close as humanly possible, and still feeling like it wasn’t enough.

You responded by nuzzling into the warm crook of his neck, your lips pressing the gentlest of kisses to his sun-kissed skin, the heat of his strong chest soaking into you and shrouding you in an impenetrable sense of comfort and love. His love. The type nothing else could compare to or dare to challenge.

“You know, the day you change your mind will definitely be the most devastating of my life...” Gally whispered, almost inaudibly, the consuming safety of his embrace clouding your senses.

All you could do was breathe a soft chuckle, holding onto him tighter as your lips murmured against his neck “I guess it’s a good thing that day isn’t coming.”

Because in your mind, with all the uncertainties and uneasiness that surrounded the glade, that was the one thing you didn’t have a single doubt about. It was him. Gally. And there was no one better.

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Nosy

Summary: The team notices Bucky sneaking off the compound every weekend. Now they’re standing outside of an apartment in Brooklyn while Redwing spies out the window.

Warnings: Language, smut, sex tape, daddy kink

Pairings: Bucky x Black!Reader

(A/N: This is a rewrite of Bucky’s Secret Life because 😬. Anyway enjoy. Likes and reblogs are great thanks.)

“C’mon, aren’t you a little curious?”

Steve huffed and rolled his eyes as Tony nudged him. Bucky had been acting a little stranger than usual. If they didn’t have a mission he was leaving in the evening on Friday to come home Sunday nights. This had become a weekly basis kind of thing to the point where he didn’t even show up to parties unless it was something completely mandatory.

It’s not like Steve had never asked him about it. Bucky was his best friend and of course he was curious why he was so hush hush. He hadn’t been expecting for him to freeze up and stutter his way around giving him any details. 

It was killing Sam the most because of course he was nosey as hell and between the three of them, he hated not being in the know. Natasha was even curious. Wanda kind of knew, but that’s because she couldn’t help the things she saw. Besides it wasn’t her place to tell. 

Because what Wanda had been seeing when she’d get a glimpse into his mind were filthy. Absolutely fucking filthy. The images flashing into her mind of him and the same naked woman that he was doing unspeakable things to. It played like porn, but they were clearly memories. She stayed quiet because it was none of her business.

“Why don’t we mind our own business,” Bruce suggested. “Bucky’s been through a lot. Maybe he’s just unwinding.”

“Bruce is right.” Steve smiled at the scientist, appreciative at him for speaking up.

Natasha raised an eyebrow, shrugging her shoulders. “Is he, though?” She replied. “What if he’s doing something dangerous. He could still be having issues.”

“True,” Rhodey finally giving his input from his spot at the table beside Tony. “We would rather be safe than sorry.”

Steve groaned. “Fine.”

Steve reluctantly trailed behind Natasha, Sam, and Tony as they followed Bucky the next weekend. They went about their day as normal as possible. They didn’t want him to get suspicious. As soon as he’d left they had Friday give them the word so they could make their move after. Sam had even had Redwing follow after him. 

“Guys, Bruce is right. We should leave it alone,” Steve tried to reason with them as they’d finally ended up outside of an apartment in Brooklyn. 

“No,” Sam said, as they tried to act nonchalant waiting for someone to open up the door. “We’re here let’s do this.”

Bucky placed his hands underneath your ass, balancing himself as he rammed into you. Your hands were splayed above your head as you took it. For someone who literally couldn’t get drunk he found something so intoxicating with the way your breasts bounced with each thrust. He couldn’t help himself as he leaned down to capture your nipple in his mouth. Swirling his tongue around the brown nub.

You could feel yourself getting so close, but you weren’t allowed to come without permission. Since you weren’t in the mood to be punishes you obeyed him. You wanted to be a good girl for him this weekend after the way he’d made it hard for you to sit after you acted like a brat last time.

You’d made dinner, but it had been abandoned in favor of him dicking you down. He just couldn’t wait any longer to have your tight pussy wrapped around his dick. The plan was supposed to be a romantic evening with a home-cooked meal like you usually did on Friday nights. Saturday’s were usually for junk food as you spent the day either binge watching shows and fucking. It was the routine when he wasn’t busy with work.

It sucked that it felt like you’d never have a life outside of this apartment, but Bucky only needed a little bit longer. He needed to make sure there was nothing that could hurt you once your relationship became public. He’d seen to many romances end in tragedy and it scared him. He’d be damned if something bad happened to you.

His cock was stretching you wide open. “Fuck me, Daddy,” you moaned, leaning up so you could wrap your arms around his neck and then press your lips to his. He didn’t let up as he let you fall onto your back. He moved his hands from your ass to your legs to bring your knees to your chest.

He was so much deeper in this angle. Your head was swimmings you moaned into his ear, throwing your head back. “God, yes!”

“That’s it, Doll,” he moaned, leaning down to kiss you again. His tongue was in your mouth and you struggled to keep up because of how hard he was fucking you. Fuck you love it when you were at his mercy. In these moments it felt like he owned every inch of you.

The knock on the door brought the two of you out of your bubble. Bucky didn’t let up, though, hoping that whoever it was would get the hint and leave when you didn’t answer. He needed to make his girl cum first. Whoever was on the other side could wait.

She nodded with a whimper, feeling too blissed-out to even do anything, except for what you were told. You were so close. The way you tightened around him. Pussy hugging his dick like it was afraid to let go. You whined as your juices seeped out of you.

“Can I cum?” You whimpered out. 

“Yeah, Doll.” He grinned down at you through his pleasure. He couldn’t help himself. You were to damn cute like this. All spread open taking every inch of him. Those noises sounding so good coming out of your mouth as your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

You cried out, hips moving to meet his thrusts. That coil finally snapped in your stomach as you came around him. Metal wrapping around your neck while your fingernails dug into his back,

He was determined to make you cum again. Except there was another knock on the door. This one louder, angrier. Bucky groaned, irritated already at whoever was interrupting. “Fuck,” he mouthed, jaw clenching. “I’ll get it. You stay right here, okay.”

You nodded unable to use your words as he pulled out. He covered you with the duvet, kissing your forehead lovingly as if he hadn’t just rearranged your guts. He slid on a pair of sweats and a red t-shirt - yes he kept clothes at your apartment. It was easier so he didn’t have to pack anything. Besides he knew you were wearing his hoodies when he wasn’t around. Yes even though you spent most of your time together naked, it was just more convenient.

Your head was resting on your pillow as you watched him walk through the door with half-lidded eyes. A dopey smile had spread across your face, snuggling under the covers as you waiting for him to come back.

Bucky looked through the peephole, then backed up seeing Steve on the other side. “What the fuck...”

“Bucky, c’mon, we know you’re in there,” the blond said through the door.

“We?” He frowned before opening it, but not undoing the chain. He could peek out just enough to see Natasha who was standing beside him with a little bit of Sam behind her and what he assumed was Tony next to him by the sudden waft of Axe Body Spray. “What are you doing here?”

Tony huffed. “Just let us in.”

He groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “You guys should leave.”

“We’re just making sure you’re okay,” Nat said, trying to at least get a glimpse inside. It looked like a normal apartment, but Bucky’s body was blocking whatever else she could see.

“Gotta make sure you aren’t doing anything dumb,” Sam said.

“We were worried,” Natasha added.

Bucky scrunched up his face even more. “Worried about what?”

Just then you screamed from the bedroom. Bucky’s heart dropped as he heard you because if anything had ever happened to you he’d probably murder someone. His first thought was that they followed you which led to someone following them as he ran back to the bedroom. 

You were standing there with one of your many throw blankets covering you. So you were okay. As he walked over to you, he grabbed your hand. “Baby, what’s wrong?” 

“There’s something in the window,” she breathed, now standing behind him for cover. Whatever it was, her super soldier serum, metal armed boyfriend could take care of it.

They finally felt victorious as Bucky fully opened the door. Until Redwing was thrown out. “Sam, what the fuck!”

“Hey!” The other man gasped, seeing his beloved bird on the ground before picking it up to cradle it into his arms.

“Who was that?” Natasha asked with a smirk on her face now. 

“My girlfriend! I’ve been seeing someone! Is that a crime.” He threw his hands up. “I didn’t realize I needed your permission to date.”

Steve raised his eyebrows and sighed. “See I told you guys this was stupid.”

Tony pouted, crossing his arms like he was disappointed. “I was so sure you were being brainwashed again. I was actually ready for a little action.” 

“It’s not his brain being washed,” Sam said with a similar smirk to the one Natasha wore before frowning as he looked down at the slightly broken Redwing. Bucky wanted to hit him so bad.

“Baby, is everything okay?” You asked, walking into the room with wobbly legs after hearing her boyfriend raise his voice.You’d slipped on the matching sweatshirt to his sweatpants. It was really baggy. Hitting you mid-thigh. All he could think suddenly was that god you better be wearing panties. Or else you’ll be getting that punishment you’d been trying to avoid this weekend.

“Yeah, Doll. They were just leaving.” His face softened. Although you saw him in a sexy dominating way, you never saw him genuinely angry. Even the few times you’d argued he never even raised his voice. He was so afraid of scaring you away that when he was around he softened himself. So now that you were so close he had to show a little restraint.

“So, this is her!” Sam asked, surprised as hell at seeing that Bucky really was hiding a girlfriend. “Hi, I’m Sam and you are?”

“Y/N,” you replied, politely, offering up a small smile. Yet on the inside you actually wanted to run and hide. This was not apart of the plan for when you finally met everyone. Besides you probably looked like shit after what Bucky had just done to you.

“I’m Natasha!” The red head chirped so unlike herself leading the four men to look down at her like she’d grown another head.”This is Steve and Tony.” 

It wasn’t very often that Tony Stark was speechless, but there he was as quiet as a mouse. All because the tin man had a girlfriend. A cute brown skinned girlfriend who was wearing his clothes. 

“Doll, why don’t you wait for me in the room,” Bucky said. “I’ll be there in a minute.” 

“Okay, D- Bucky...” you caught yourself leaning over to kiss his cheek before doing as you were told. 

He stared at her to make sure she got in the room before opening his mouth again. “Now will you leave. I’ll deal with you all and we can maybe have a team meeting about how important privacy is.” He glared at Tony who loved those little meetings about whoever was putting coffee grounds into the sink.

It was Vision.

Obviously.

At first. 

Until it became a fun little game for everyone to do to irritate the shit out of him. It was terrible yes, but his reactions were so, so, so entertaining.

The three grumbled to each other as they started to walk away, while Steve stood there shaking his head. “Sorry about this, Buck. I told them to leave you alone, but you know how they can be.”

“It’s fine.” He sighed. “I was just hoping to keep her all to myself for a little while.”

“She seems nice,” he said.

“She’s amazing,” he had to stop himself from gushing about you because he hadn’t been able to before and he was pretty sure he could go on for hours.

Steve couldn’t help, but smile. “I’m glad to see you happy.” After all the shit Bucky had been through it was nice to see him adjusting. 

The two finally said their goodbyes and Bucky finally got to shut the door. He went back to finish what he’d started with you, needing to make sure you were wearing panties under that sweatshirt before coming out to greet his friends. He knew you could be a little tease and you needed to be put in your place.

Steve jogged to catch up to his three nosey teammates who were almost out of the entrance of the building. He really was happy for Bucky. He deserved to be happy.

When they’d made their way back home, Sam decided to review the footage on Redwing while in the kitchen. At first, it was just the general views of him walking down the street and then the subway. “Well, at least we know Bucky is boring.” 

Steve looked over his shoulder shrugging at the footage that was just Bucky walking to your place. “You should probably just delete it now.”

Sam fast-forwarded it as his friend got to your apartment, punching in the code to be let in. “I dunno, it’s kind of funny to see Bucky walking around like a normal person.”

“And, he never noticed Redwing??” Steve asked as Natasha came to peek with them.

“That’s kind of weird. I would think Bucky would be more aware of his surroundings,” she noted.

Sam shrugged. “Clearly no-” he stopped speaking as he saw what the camera had suddenly focused on.

“We should probably talk to him about that,” Natasha said, taking a bite out of her protein bar. “We should invite her here, though. It’d be nice to have another girl around. Me and Wanda get so bored listening to you guys sometimes.”

Sam’s mouth went into a straight-line while his eyes widened watching as you the women he’d only met for five minutes had gotten on her knees with Bucky’s metal hand grabbing you by the hair stuffing his cock down your throat. Your nose was pressed to his pelvis as he held you there before he started fucking your mouth. 

“What is it?” Steve asked, quickly noticing how silent Sam went. 

Natasha leaned over to take another look at Sam’s screen just as Bucky had pulled you off to toss you on the bed and smack your ass. “What the... Sam! Delete it!” She gasped seeing Bucky impale you with his cock from behind, smacking your ass again.

You were very clearly enjoying how rough he was being with you as you bounced back against him, arching your back so you could take it.

“I’m trying! It’s not letting me!”

“What is it?” Steve asked, now looking again himself, seeing you the women he’d just met being fucking railed by his best friend. Bucky was saying something that they couldn’t make out, but the way he’d stopped moving only for you to buck back against him, it must have been absolutely filthy. “What the hell!”

“I didn’t know!” 

“Make sure it gets deleted.” Steve sounded so exhausted. If they’d listened to him in the first place this wouldn’t have even happened. 

“I’m trying!” He repeated, pressing different buttons on the panel.

“It’s kind of hot actually,” Natasha surprised them with saying. “I wasn’t really expecting Bucky to be like this.”

“What were you expecting?” Sam asked stopping to look at Natasha with his face all scrunched up.

Neither of them had ever seen her blush, but there she was. Face almost as red as her hair. “I don’t know. I haven’t thought about him since the Red Room.”

“Wait, what?” Both of them asked, but Natasha had already started to walk away from them as if she hadn’t even said anything. Or like she hadn’t just seen a video of Bucky fucking you raw. They didn’t see the glazed over look in her eyes as she let her imagination run wild.

“What’d you guys f-” Tony asked, right when Bucky had flipped you onto your back with his hands under your ass, leaning down to take a nipple into his mouth. “What... the fuck... actually... wow...”

“I know. I think I might ask Bucky if she has a sister or something.”

“All of you are monsters,” Steve said. Inside he was very intrigued, but he wasn’t about to say that outloud. “Make sure it gets deleted.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Sam said with a sighed.

“Captain Buzzkill.” Tony pouted.

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DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE,BLOOD Vol.01 Sakamaki Ayato [TRACK 5+6]

Original title: 首輪 & 嫉妬

Source: Diabolik Lovers More, Blood Vol. 1: Sakamaki Ayato [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Midorikawa Hikaru

Translator’s note:

Track 1+2 ll Track 3+4 ll Track 5+6 ll Track 7+8 ll Track 9+10

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TRACK 5: COLLAR

*Cling*

*Rustle rustle*

“Ugh...Haha...It’s stranglin’ you, isn’t it? This is your penalty for disobeyin’ me...By tightenin’ the chains almost to the point of suffocation, it makes the blood gush out more vigorously as well...When that happens, I’ll be so nice as to drink it. I bet you don’t dislike this either, do you?”

*Rustle rustle*

[00:35] “Is it hard to breathe…? Haha...Suffer more then! ...More and more…! ...Regret the fact that you betrayed me!”

You protest.

“...You didn’t betray me, you say? Then how do you explain their scent all over your body? Aah!?”

*Cling cling*

[01:04] “Ahaha...Did they mark you like some dog would, perhaps? Puttin’ their scent all over you to show that you are theirs. Hahaha…! That would be kinda funny.”

*Rustle*

“Come on, if you don’t answer me, I’m only gonna strangle you more. You already seem to be strugglin’ to breathe quite a bit?”

*Rustle rustle*

[01:32] “You look pathetic, like a goldfish out of water gasping for air, hahaha…Well, I don’t care if you die or whatever. ーー I’ll at least savor your delicious blood to my heart’s content. Hahaha. Guess I’ll go for this place next.”

*Cling*

“Chichinashi. I’m gonna suck from your shoulder now. I’d say this is a pretty convenient choice while I’m stranglin’ you. Fortunately, there’s none of their marks left behind here either. 

You writhe around.

[02:15] “What are you squirmin’ for? Do you want me to hurry up? Hahaha. Sure thing.”

*Sluuuurp*

“Hah...I’m starvin’ today. I’m hungry.”

He bites you.

“Mm...Nn…”

*Gulp*

“Deeper...Mmh…”

*Sluuuurp*

“Hah...Mmh...Nn…Hah! Haah…”

*Sluuuurp*

[03:06] “Hah...Delicious...I’ll plunge my fangs down to the core...I’ll taint even the places they could only dream of reachin’...Mmh…”

*Sluuuurp*

“Nn…Mm...Hah...Mmh…”

*Sluuuurp*

“It’s hot...Scorchin’...”

*Cling cling*

[03:45] “Hahaha...Ahaha! You finally stopped cryin’ thanks to these chains, huh? Chichinashi, you like this new collar I got you, don’t you?”

*Cling cling*

“If I knew this would happen, I would’ve kept a chain ‘round your neck the whole time…Hahn…”

*Sluuuurp*

“Mm...Nn...Hah…”

You start to grow dizzy.

[04:26] “...Oi! Get a grip! You can still keep goin’, right? Haah...I’ve gotten pretty heated as well…”

You beg for mercy.

“Hahaha…’Forgive me’? For what? I thought you said you didn’t betray me earlier?”

You explain.

“Hah? It hurts? Of course it does.”

*Rustle*

[05:02] “I’m makin’ it hurt after all.”

*Cling cling*

“You love how I push you to the very edge, don’t you? Hahaha...I’ll make them even tighter…”

*Cling cling*

“Hahaha...How pathetic. Close your mouth at least. You’re makin’ a dumb expression. Ah. But I guess you can’t breathe if you do.”

*Sluuuurp*

[05:39] “I love that look on your face. Look at you droolin’ from pure bliss...Guess you’re really no different from a dog now. You bitch! (1) However, I can’t get enough of your blood when you’re like this. Mmh…”

*Sluuuurp*

“Nn...Mmh…”

*Gulp*

[06:10] “Haah...This is bad...The taste of your blood has gotten richer again...Stop reactin’ in this way...This taste...Ahー”

*Sluuuurp*

“Hahn...Mm…”

*Sluuuurp*

[06:36] “Hah...It’s hella sweet...Seems like you’re enjoyin’ it more than usual today...I can easily tell how you feel, just by suckin’ your blood. Didn’t I tell you earlier? I really don’t need to ask for your innermost thoughts. Hahn…”

*Sluuuurp*

[07:06] “Mm...Nn…Hahn...Mmh...Hahー! Haah...Hahaha...Your shoulder’s covered in holes. Now if I brand you with my mark here, I might just feel satisfied.”

TRACK 6: JEALOUSY

*Rustle rustle*

“Fufufu…”

*Cling*

“There. I loosened the chains.”

You gasp for air.

“Seems like you’re completely worn out. What a turn off. ...Well, not that I was expectin’ any kind of appeal from a Chichinashi.”

You protest.

“...Aah!? Excuse me? Try sayin’ that again…”

You repeat yourself.

[00:39] “Me? Jealous? Pfftー Ahaha...Hahahaha! Are you dumb!? Guess you’ve finally lost it ‘cause of them, huh? ーー CUT THE CRAP! How many times do I have to tell you that I won’t let myself get pushed ‘round by some kiddie feelings!?”

You flinch.

“I’m pissed off…’cause they had the nerve to take my prey. That’s all!”

*Cling*

[01:17] “Chichinashi. Seems like you haven’t experienced enough pain just yet, seein’ as you still have the time to make those kind of cheeky remarks. In other wordsーー You’re just trying to catch my attention, aren’t you? Hahaha...Sure. I’ll play along. I won’t show any mercy today…”

*Rustle*

“Not until you admit that you’re my prey.”

*Cling cling*

[01:49] “Hmph. You look hopeful. I get it. You seem to believe that you’ve fallen head over heels for me, but that’s a misunderstandin’ on your part. Haha…”

*Rustle*

“Shall I teach you? Who you love isn’t me. ...It’s these bad boys.”

Ayato bites you.

“Hahn...Mmh...Nn…”

*Gulp*

“Haah...Mmh…Nn…Hah…”

*Rustle*

[02:45] “Well would you look at that? You’ve got that dreamy look in your eyes again. You just love these fangs to bits, don’t you, hm? Hahn…”

*Sluuuurp*

“Mmh...Nn…”

*Gulp*

“Hah...Nn…Mmh...Hahー!”

*Rustle rustle*

[03:16] “I figured that one out long ago. So you really are a traitor after all, Chichinashi.”

*Rustle*

“Hahn...Mm…”

*Gulp*

“Fuck…! The blood turned foul all of a sudden! ...What’s wrong, Chichinashi? Doesn’t it feel good, huh!?”

*Rustle rustle*

[03:49] “Your blood doesn’t taste good unless you enjoy it.”

You frown.

“Are you actually hurt by my words? Hahaha…”

*Cling cling*

“Oh well, whatever. As soon as I plunge in these fangs you love so much, you’ll start feelin’ it in no time.”

You protest.

[04:18] “Human ‘sentiments’ are only worth that much after all. You give in to momentary pleasure so easily.” 

*Rustle*

“It’s startin’ to get to me as well...My head’s spinnin’...Hahaha...But you know. I still want more of your blood. No matter how much I suck, there’s always room for more. Is this their trap? Are they tryin’ to numb my senses and have me kill you? Hahaha…”

*Rustle rustle*

[05:08] “Guess they’re hopin’ I’ll violate your body all over with these fangs of mine...Hahaha...That sounds like the kind of plan a bunch of shitbags would come up with. ーー I don’t like it. However, even though I know their intentions, I just don’t quite feel like myself...My desires are overflowin’...They must have drugged me in some way as well! ...Haah, haah...I can’t stop myself!”

He latches onto you once more.

“Hahn...Mmh...Nn…”

*Gulp*

*Sluuuurp*

“Hahー! ...Mmh...Nn…”

*Sluuuurp*

[06:15] “Haah, haah…It’s like I’m bein’ controlled by them...Fuck! Why are they doin’ this, for real…!? Hahn…”

*Gulp*

“Mm...Hah...Haah, haah...Oi, Chichinashi. Open your eyes.”

*Smack*

“Come on. Look at me.”

You slowly open your eyes.

[06:53] “Look at that ecstatic look in your eyes. You can act as vulnerable as you want, I can see right through it. How many times do I have to tell you? ーー The way you taste speaks louder than a thousand words. Hahaha…”

*Sluuuurp*

“It’s oozin’ out of the wounds...Aah...This won’t do...It’s not nearly enough!”

*Rustle*

[07:30] “Oi, Chichinashi. Have you lost the energy to respond? Makes sense, I guess. Those guys already got a taste of you before me after all. How many of them were there? About four of them, right? Hahaha...That’s pretty amazin’ Chichinashi…”

*Rustle*

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice? But I can. You’re covered in marks which aren’t mine after all. Hahaha...Aahー I’m so pissed off, it’s makin’ me laugh. Hahaha!”

*Cling cling*

[08:21] “I can’t believe I still crave your blood, even though I’m this mad...Fuck! I know that I’m playin’ straight into their hand, yet Iーー Kuh!”

*Rustle*

“Haah...I still want more…”

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) He just says ‘you dog!’ (inu) in Japanese. However, since I just used ‘dog’ in the previous sentence and a female dog is called a ‘bitch’ in English, I decided to switch it up. It definitely sounds more degrading this way as well.

[crescentsteel]

Keeping a Secret - Part 6

pairing: Tsukishima x f!manager of Sendai Frogs genre: sexual tension/crack/fluff/slow burn wc: 7.1k

Part 5 || Part 7 || masterlist

[a/n]

I’m sorry for the slow update (As you know, I finished my other mini series last week and I was just a ball of exhaustion, until now tbh)

I think we’re halfway along the story now. I think. Lmao. 

AO3 link is on the masterlist’s page.

Let me know if you want to be part of the taglist uwu

No one budges - not Tsukishima, not the team, not even you. You scram the insides of your brain, trying your absolute hardest to come up with a panic-stricken solution on how to remedy the carelessness brought by your surge of pride from winning.

You can feel your heart pounding on your chest. Or maybe it's Tsukishima’s against yours. You can’t tell at this point and you don’t bother trying to. You push your cognitive skills to its maximum as you strive to think for a fix for your current predicament.

Luckily, you’re not a university scholar for nothing.

You release Tsukishima and open your arms wide to the next person you lay your eyes on.

“Kyou-kun! Good job,” you manifest the joy on your face as you come up to Kyoutani for the similar hug you just gave Tsukishima.

Like Tsukishima, Kyoutani also stills when you embrace his perspiring body. Kyoutani is not a touchy person, but unlike Tsukishima, you know he’s fond of you. So he doesn’t push you away. Rather, he awkwardly pats you at the back.

“T-thanks,” he says with his low, raspy voice. You beam at him and move on to the next player until you’ve hugged all six on the court.

When you come back to the benches, there’s an organized line of the rest of the Sendai Frogs.

You blink quizzically for a few seconds, wondering why, until you realize that they’re waiting for their turn as well.

“Aww, you guys!” you gush dotingly at how adorable they are. Yet, you can’t indulge them.

“Maybe next time? You need to line up already,” you remind them. They all groan downcastedly, but Coach Mira castigates them immediately.

“What the hell are you all sighing for? You won. Stop dawdling around and fall in line over there, not here!”

The guys snap out of it and do as they’re told. Before Coach Mira joins them, she shoots up an eyebrow at you, probably looking for an explanation for your behavior.

“Sorry, Coach.” You chuckle as you apologize for getting the team a bit sidetracked, but provide no reason why you did so. “Won’t do it again,” you supplement the apology.

She lets it go casually and lines up with the team as well.

Once the match is officially done, you head over to the restroom. You enter one of the cubicles quickly and lock its door, you knock your head on it.

‘What is wrong with you, you dumb bitch!’ you lambaste yourself while staring at tiles with petrified eyes as you replay the scene again.

When you made the deal with Tsukishima, you were confident that there wouldn’t be problems with hiding what you two have. He is one of your athletes first and foremost; that hasn’t slipped out of your mind. Yet for one moment there, you blurred the line that you and Tsukishima had established.

You got cozy with him when you’re not in private--when you’re not supposed to. It was just a hug, but still, it was something when you’ve made the whole Sendai gymnasium your audience.

You’re the one who even assured Tsukishima that no one will know about your set-up. Tough luck, you’re also the first one to mess up.

You bang your head on the cubicle door again. The sound of your frustrated groan echoes through the whole bathroom. After a while, you take a deep breath and unlock the cubicle. You go back out to the halls.

When you turn left to head for the bus, you’re startled at the presence of the blonde that was just in your mind. Tsukishima is there, leaning against the wall next to the door you emerged from.

“Fuck! You scared me,” you exclaim.

“Tell me about it,” he replies with a straight face. Despite the nonchalance, you know there’s meaning behind his short retort.

You scan the area, looking for any other member of the team who might be present. When you see none, you drag Tsukishima outside to a secluded area at the side of the gym. Once there, you check around again just to be sure no one will pass by.

Tsukishima just watches you acting in distress, waiting for whatever it is you’re going to say. Obviously it’s important enough to you that you tugged him all the way here. Once you’re done confirming that the coast is clear, panic sets in your face.

You clutch his jacket and start lamenting. “I’m so stupid, Tsukki! Oh God. They’re gonna find us out. We’re screwed!”

He thought that you were just going to explain and apologize for your slip-up earlier. He was stupefied when you did it. He’d probably be giving you an earful right now had you not resolved your mishap before it became an object of inquiry to the others. Admittedly, he was still planning to scold you a bit. However, seeing you this freaked out about it makes him change his mind..

“I’m so sorry!” you go on as you drive yourself deeper to hysteria.

He can’t understand why you’re having this kind of reaction. You solved the problem. You hugged five huge, sweaty men to make up for it. That was a convincing distraction for testosterone-filled players who just won a match.

“Can you calm down? I do-”

“Maybe we should stop it already,” you suggest strongly, cutting him off as perturbation clearly clouds your judgement.

This throws him off. The idea didn’t cross his mind at all. He was just going to reprehend you to be mindful, not call off the agreement you two made.

He doesn’t mind it anymore - kissing you. Sometimes, they’re more enjoyable than he initially anticipated them to be. Most importantly, they’re harmless. They’re just meaningless kisses born out of what little attraction you two have for each other. No one is getting out of line. You don’t go beyond kissing. You both act like the deal doesn’t exist unless it’s just the two of you in your room.

That’s why he is willing to let your mistake go, apart from the fact that you were successful in covering it up.

But instead of contesting your suggestion, he says, “If you say so.”

Even though he’s accepted that kisses from you are allowable, if you want to back out from it, why the hell should he stop you?

“Right??” you persistently convince him even though he basically said yes already.

“Right,” he presses on as well to satisfy your apparent need for him to agree with you.

His answer effectively calms you down as you let go of his jacket and sigh a breath of relief. You swiftly regain composure and face him with your trademark sassiness. “Awesome,” you say with a reassured smile.

“You go ahead first so Coach won’t ask me to chew your ass for taking too long to get on the bus.”

“And you?”

“I’m the manager. I’m always the last to get on the freaking bus.”

He turns around and walks back to the bus. That’s strange. He thought you love taking advantage of every opportunity there is for you to pick on him. He might be wrong.

He can be sure about one thing though: you really are the manager who looks out for everyone, including him.

Maybe that’s why it bothers you so much. Above all else, you are their manager. So when you acted upon something other than such in the court, you lost your cool.

Oh well.

It’s not as if scrapping the deal off is a loss of any kind. He’s gained some sort of fun from it. That’s that. Nothing more. Nothing less.

--

Tsukishima knocks for the second time. He wouldn’t have bothered knocking since it’s your scheduled time to meet today, but he also doesn’t want to barge in without your permission. So he knocks again.

Sure enough, it opens this time. Yet, no one’s there to meet him.

“Tsukishima...”

His eyes drop further down to where your voice came from. You’re on your knees, your head faced down on the floor, and your arm reaching on the doorknob where your hand is latched onto.

What is it this time? What kind of antic will you throw his way? He waits for you to do something unearthly again, readying himself for anything you might surprise him with.

But nothing. You just stay where you are while he stands still.

You groan weakly and ask, “Did you not get my text?”

He slouches down and gets on your level, still not discarding the thought that you have a trick up your sleeve, and you’re waiting to spring it on him.

“What text?” He didn’t check his phone on the way here so he doesn’t know.

You lift your chin to face him while he anticipates your big reveal -- your comedic idea of the day -- but it doesn’t come. What greets him are your squinted eyes, almost beet red cheeks, and pale lips.

“Not today,” you struggle to say which comes out raspy and frail.

He instantly reaches for your forehead to confirm his speculation. His eyes widen with worry when his palm touches your skin. Even without a thermometer, he can confidently conclude that you’re sick. Not just sick, you’re burning with fever.

He looks behind you and sees your laptop open with a mug filled with brown streaks of fried liquid he can only assume to be coffee.

“Jesus Christ,” he hisses. You really won’t fucking stop at nothing even if you’re literally sick already.

He peels your hand off from the doorknob. He scoops your legs and waist with ease and stands up.

“H-Hey,” you protest. You’re gravely debilitated so you do not move at all aside from a hand feebly clutching his shirt for support. He kicks the door close and walks over to your bed.

“Do you have a fucking death wish, y/n?”

Even with his harsh tone, he’s extra careful to duck down from your top bunk because he’s too big for the damn thing. If he’s not mindful, he’ll surely bump his bed on the metal frame.

He delicately lies you down on your bed as he manages to sit beside you without hurting himself.

Your eyes are closed and your whole face screams of discomfort. Your mouth opens as you scuffle the words to come out.

“Go home. You’ll get...sick too. Game soon,” you whisper hoarsely.

As usual, you’re still thinking about the team. Is it always everything else before yourself? Don’t you really know how to take a fucking break? It’s an eyesore. Watching you slowly but surely deteriorate yourself is more taxing than handling your childish nonsense.

He’d love to give you an earful of his thoughts about your pressing behavior, but it’s not what you need to hear at the moment. “Who should I call to be here?” he asks instead.

You force your eyelids to open and look at him. “No one. I can take care of…,” you trail off as your eyes begin to flutter close again.

He can’t decide if it’s funny or foolish that you think you can take care of yourself when you can’t even finish your sentence. “Right,” he says, unable to help himself from sounding sarcastic despite your situation. It’s just so stupid how this easily could be avoided if you didn’t push yourself too hard.

He’s in no way responsible for you. He should just walk out like you said. You did this to yourself. There’s no reason for him to stay there.

Yet, he puts down his bag and takes off his jacket.

“Do you have a medicine kit?”

His question is no longer heard. You’re already passed out. He stands up and starts looking around your room for anything that resembles a first aid kit. If you do have one, you didn’t place it where someone can easily see it.

He sighs as he’s left with no choice but to go out and buy the stuff you need. He can’t possibly go through your things. It feels like an invasion of your privacy.

When he comes back from the pharmacy, he’s expecting that you’d ease up even a bit since you finally stopped working. But when he sits beside you again, he can see the same worrisome distraught wrinkling your pretty face.

Alt hough he doesn’t want to disturb you, he has to. He needs to feed you, get you to take medicine, wipe you with cool compress, chang e your clothes, then tuck you back in bed. After that, he still needs to stay to make sure your stubborn ass won’t get back to working once you feel a tiny bit better.

He feels all his facial muscles droop down at the amount of chores he needs to do for you. He really shouldn’t bother. He can just turn a blind eye and go home, leave you alone since you brought this upon yourself.

But there he is, tending to your needs for no substantive reason other than him being a decent person. Well, he’s already taken the first step, so screw it.

He can still work on his own uni requirements while he watches over you anyways.

Although you resisted a bit at first, your own lack of strength makes you give in to his attempt to cater to your sickly needs. The feeding and the medicine was an easy task. You were practically a lifeless doll and just went with whatever he tells you to do.

Now that he’s in your bathroom with a small basin of cool water and a small towel hanging on his shoulder, he contemplates on how to proceed with the next step: a sponge bath. He should just hand you the towel along with a new set of clothes, leave the room, then come back after a few minutes.

Because he is not doing it.

He won’t be undressing you and wiping your naked body. Just no. You should gather whatever energy you have left because you’ll be doing that all on your own.

He dips the towel in the basin and squeezes the excess water out of it. He puts the moist towel in a container and goes back to your bed.

“Hey, sit up for a bit.”

You groan softly, but does as you’re told. He puts the small plastic case with the towel on your bed and helps you get up. “I’ll get you a new set of clothes, then wipe yourself down,” he instructs you.

You let out one short hum of approval, so he goes to your drawers. He pulls the first shirt and bottoms he sees. As long as you have your blanket, it should be fine if you’re not wearing thick clothing.

When he turns around, he finds you holding the wet towel to your shoulder, completely still as you rest against the wall by your bed. You fell asleep with the towel soaking up your shirt.

“Crap,” he curses as he rushes back to you.

He places your fresh clothes to the side and hurriedly removes the towel off of you. He’s about to shake you back to consciousness but aborts his plan as soon as he touches your other shoulder.

You look like you really want to do it yourself as well. Even now, he can see minute movements from your fingers as if you’re still trying to follow his directions earlier.

Goddamn it. It’s really up to him now, isn’t it?

He glances at you one last time, thinking of another way out. If you hadn’t gotten your shirt wet, he would have ditched the sponge bath idea already. Now he’s left with no choice but to proceed with it.

Whatever. It’s just a human body for Christ’s sake. He shouldn’t be as alarmed as he currently is. He’s seen a female human body before. Yours should be no different.

He takes a deep breath and gently tugs up the shirt you’re wearing.

‘They’re just mammary glands,’ he repeats in his head but makes sure his eyes never land anywhere near the blob lump of fat on your chest.

He gets to work, brushing the cool towel starting on the sides of your face, then down to your neck. You must only be half-asleep because you lift your chin up a bit to allow him access to the column of your neck. He keeps his eyes on it as his hand travels down a bit further.

He spreads the coolness of the towel on your chest, but as soon as he feels a particular softness, drags his hands back up. With his hand still on your chest, he feels the pace of your breathing quicken a bit. When shoots his eyes up to your face, you’re already looking at him with dazed eyes and slightly agape mouth.

Beautiful. Too fucking beautiful for his liking.

It’s ridiculous. People are supposed to look like shit when they’re sick, not inviting.

A certain delicate temptation kicks in, urging him to back away a bit to reward himself with a quick sweep of your semi naked figure.

‘No,’ he grounds himself.

He’s not that barbaric. He’s not doing this so he has an excuse to ogle at you.

So why is he doing this?

With the turbulent thoughts reigning in his mind, he unknowingly squeezes the moist towel he’s holding against your skin.

The cool water drenching from his palm distracts him from his pondering. Reflex makes him look at his hand and involuntarily follows the slow trickle of water down the supple mount of flesh he’s been meaning to avoid looking at this whole time.

He realizes he’s been staring, but he’s too enthralled to stop. He lets his eyes wander further down, still watching how the droplet glides to your stomach. It gets absorbed by the fabric as it reaches down the waistband of your shorts.

The absence of the water he’s been trailing with his eyes snaps him out of his trance.

What the fuck is he doing?

He quickly moves on to your arms, patting your skin aggressively and haphazardly so he can finally get this cumbersome chore over with.

When you recover from this, he’s going to barrage you with a litany of fulmination on your self-destructive habits.

He’s supposed to wipe your thighs and legs too, but the idea is already tossed away as his train of thought is antagonizingly twisted today.

As fast as he can, he puts on the shirt he got for you. He was being gentle previously, but his priority at present is to cover up your exposed body away from his sight.

When he successfully clothes you, he gently lays you down again. He pulls the blanket to your shoulders and looks at your overall state.

You look a bit better now so he goes to your study table. He tidies up your stuff and puts them aside for him to set down his own.

Finally, he can get his shit done while he waits for your fever to go down.

He’s halfway through his elective course when he hears you whimper. He ignores it the first two times, but he hears it again louder the third time, he concludes something is wrong.

When he gets to your bed, you’re shivering frantically even with your blanket covering your whole body. He quickly searches for another one and piles it over the one you already have.

It only lessens your trembling but it’s still there. Your pretty face is still ruffled with unease. He touches your arm and finds out that you’re shaking way worse than you look.

In just seconds, he slips inside the blankets and draws you in to provide you the body heat you might need. You desperately cling onto him, pressing your body to share what he silently offered. Your fingers that are clutching the back of his shirt are quivering. You sink your face on his chest with agitation, badly in need for an additional source of warmth.

His displeasure towards your self-negligence dwindles when he feels your trembling body against his. Yes, this might be your fault, but he’s certain you hate this more than he does. Not only are you in pain, but you probably see this as a waste of your valuable time. You brought this upon yourself, but you don’t deserve it.

He encases his arm on your waist and tugs you even closer. He lowers his body a bit and gently nestles your face on his neck so you can feel the direct warmth of his skin on your cheeks.

Within a few minutes, you begin to relax within his embrace. The tremors become less and less until your fingers on his shirt loosen up.

You faintly pull back to look at him. “Sorry, Tsukki,” you mumble groggily with forlorn eyes.

“Shut up,” he utters without any trace of hostility as he cups the back of your head and buries your face on his neck again.

Your grip on him slackens but you don’t let go. You ease into him with your breathing getting even and your heart beating softly against his chest. When your chills completely fade away, he’s left with nothing but the softness of your body within the confines of his touch.

He becomes more aware of your bodies tangled against each other now that you’re completely still. The plumpness of your breasts are pinned on him. Your ample lips are grazing his neck. His pinky and ring fingers are hovering just below your spine, almost touching the curve of your behind.

To make things worse, you begin letting out small moans of succor which he can hear only because you’re too close.

He should be immune to this. He’s already had his fair share of kisses with you and sometimes, it involves a lot of touching. However, it is never as intimate as this. The furthest you two have gone was when he slipped a hand underneath your shirt before your friend barged in.

Before today, he had never seen your bare body. He had never held you to the point that almost your every curve melds with his. He has never thought about what it’d be like to do more than just making out. Only now when you’re not even doing so.

He considers himself a level-headed person driven by logic and rationality, but for crying out loud, your thigh is nudging on his crotch as if challenging his self-control.

As much as he wants to keep himself in check, his own body betrays him when his dick starts to nudge back at your right thigh.

‘Breathe in, breathe out,’ he reminds himself repeatedly to calm himself down.

“Hmmm,” you snuggle even more on his neck, your moist lips tracing his skin before you press it on him as you relax even further.

Fuck.

The shameful tent in his pants is becoming painful on his jeans as his imagination runs wild. How will you sound if it's the other way around, if it's his lips that’s traveling on your neck? How will you react if it’s his palms kneading the supple flesh pressed against his chest right now? Would you blush a deeper shade of red than the one you’re wearing if he slams his…

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He can’t decide who is more sick: you or him, who’s lusting over you despite your situation. His plan to chastise you for your own inattentiveness for your own health is back in action. He’ll make sure it's ingrained into that irresponsible, beautiful head of yours.

To distract himself from his inane fantasies, he forces himself to recall the scientific names of all the reptile species he’s aware of.  And when he’s exhausted his mental list, he moves on to whatever animal species he can think of until he dozes off with you.

--

You haven’t opened your eyes yet, but as you regain consciousness, you can tell that you had an amazing nap. For the first time, you reap the benefits of a power nap. It feels like you slept for a complete eight hours or even more. You no longer feel sick. You celebrate the after effects of the nap, stretching your legs before you get up.

You look out your window and see that the light is still a dark shade of blue so you still have the whole evening to finish what you need to do.

When you turn your glance to your table, Tsukishima’s seated on the floor with his laptop in front of him.

Why is Tsukishima here? You texted him and called off your meeting today.

Something’s off.

You don’t really remember going to bed. You just remember doing one of your subjects when you heard someone knock.

“Tsukishima,” you call his attention urgently.

He turns to you, but you can’t see his eyes from the light reflecting on his glasses from his screen. “What time is it?”

He looks back to his laptop. “It’s 5 am.”

What?!

You didn’t take a nap. You fucking slept. A more horrid realization comes to you when you remember what happened before you did. You passed out and Tsukishima fixed you up.

Shit! He’s been telling you all the time to stop overworking yourself and he had to be there and clean up the mess you did to yourself.

You panic when he sits beside you. You sit properly, hands on your lap, pressed lips, eyes on the floor as you prepare yourself for a long, tedious arduous lecture from the blonde.

“Hey.”

You slowly turn towards him, anticipating the slew of curses about to unroll from him.

“Y-yes?”

You keep your eyes leveled on his chest, embarrassed of yourself for burdening him with your unwell ass.

Instead of speaking, he inserts a thermometer in your mouth, causing you to shoot your gaze up to him. Neither of you say anything and just hold each other’s stare until the thermometer beeps.

He takes it out of your mouth and checks your temperature.

“You’re okay now,” he announces, then starts getting ready to leave. “Don’t bother coming to training later or else I’ll tell Coach that I caught you extremely sick,” he threatens nonchalantly.

Your mind is running laps on how to process everything all at once, but you decide to deal with the most pressing one.

“Uhhhh..”

He glances at you, silently waiting for what you’re going to say, but you only gape at him as well.

What were you going to say again? Shit, you actually can’t remember what it is.

He disregards your quietness and proceeds to your door. “You should just stay in. One day of missing classes won’t cost you your scholarship,” he says before he closes the door behind him.

“Wait.”

He’s gone. It’s only then you remember you wanted to say thanks.

--

When you come back to the gym two days after, everyone expresses their worry about you. You assure them that you’re completely fine now. Even with the love and concern you are showered with, your eyes scan for someone who isn’t among the players in front of you.

There he is, dribbling the ball and is about to do a jump serve. Just before he tosses the ball in the air, he looks at your direction.

“Y/n?” Kogane’s voice pulls you back to them.

“What was that?” you ask because you didn’t hear whatever they were saying.

“He was asking if you’re really okay now,” Eiji says.

You nod enthusiastically. “So stop wasting your training time on me and practice instead,” you say with cheerful authority that they’re very pleased to hear again.

Once the crowd disperses, you spring your way to the middle blocker who didn’t welcome you back.

“Hello!” you greet him sprightly.

“What?” he asks with a bored tone.

You step closer to him for the next thing you’re going to say is for his ears only. “I really appreciate what you did the other day.”

Tsukishima sees the earnest, grateful expression on your face, but what grips his attention is how refreshed you look. You look brighter than you usually do.

He was almost sure that you were going to ignore what he said about going absent on both in classes and in here, but you seem to have taken his advice with how well-rested you are.

But most of all, he didn’t expect you’d bring it up during your working hours. Neither of you talks about what happens in private when you’re the ‘Sendai Frogs’ manager,’ not his classmate, or occasional kiss-buddy .

“I don’t,” he responds vacuously to your thankful sentiment. It was a very tough night for him. When he woke up, his erection was still raging through his pants. As undignified as it was, he got himself off in your comfort room just to ease the unbearable sexual tension that was still there in the morning.

As usual, you don’t take offense from his sour remark. You chuckle whole-heartedly and pat him hard on his shoulders. “Of course you don’t,” you say mirthfully before you walk over to Coach Mira.

It was a very tough night you made him endure, but he’s relieved to see you back on your feet.

--

The team is going to the fourth match of the regular rounds. Three more after this and you get the chance to have a game from the bottom two teams from Division 1.

As you and the team march towards the court, you hear someone call Tsukishima.

“Tsukki!”

You look at whoever it is and stop when you see Kotarou Bokuto, the wing spiker of MSBY Jackals, crazy energy on court, super clean line shot.

He’s waving energetically at Tsukishima while the latter just nods at him. You grab Tsukki by his shirt and stop him from advancing any further.

“You guys go ahead. We’ll be there in a sec,” you tell Kogane who’s the person in front of you. He nods at you then walks off with the rest of the team.

“Why did we stop?” Tsukishima asks with a frown.

“How do you know Bokuto?” you ask.

“I used to train with him during high school,” he says like it’s nothing because to him it really is not a big deal. Bokuto and Kuroo practically coerced him to join their free practices when he already wanted to call it a day. Training with them was a drag - a drag that pushed him to become a better blocker.

Among the four of them who regularly practiced in the third gym, it was him and Bokuto who went professional. Even if the wing spiker is in a higher division, he still sees Bokuto as the same person who told him it only takes one hit to be hooked on the sport. Bokuto just got better at it.

Other than that, he still seems like the silly guy Tsukishima knows him to be.

“Can you introduce me?” you say as you try to hide the zeal in your eyes, but horribly failing to do so.

“Shouldn’t I go warm up?” he counters instead of responding to your question.

“I promise to be very nice to you in the three succeeding training days. Introduce me, please, ” you beseech graciously at him, insistent on meeting the athlete.

“Make it five days,” he tests to see your conviction.

But you easily agree, “Deal!”

Seeing that you won’t let this go easily, he thinks it would be better to just give you what you want.

You both walk over to where Bokuto is. Beside him is another part of the third gym, Kuroo, who’s now the official promoter of the Volleyball Association.

“Hey hey hey, Tsukki!”

“Hey,” the lack of enthusiasm in his response totally contrasts Bokuto’s. “This is-“

“Hi!! I’m Y/n, Tsukishima’s manager,” you cut him off which makes him jolt. Why even bother asking him to introduce when you’re more than capable of doing it yourself?

You grab Bokuto’s hand and shake it vigorously. “It’s such a pleasure to meet you,” you dramatically state, your eyes twinkling with idolatry.

Bokuto, as expected, is exceedingly glad from the adoration. He uses his two hands to shake yours and reciprocate the same energy you gave him.

“I’m such a huge fan. Personally, you’re my favorite player from Division 1. I don’t care what others say. That chest bump. Flawless save!” you drag on, endlessly showering the spiker with compliments which Bokuto is totally eating up.

He’s egging you up even more by constantly nodding, laughing, and agreeing in everything you’re saying.

Meanwhile, Kuroo and Tsukishima are just standing there watching the whole exchange.

“I’m sorry if this is a stretch, but can I hug you?” you ask almost like a tame puppy.

He’s been disregarding the entire conversation, but really? A hug? Have you no shame? Not that he cares but should you be ogling at another athlete when you’re wearing the uniform of Sendai Frogs?

Great. Go worship a big brawny dude from Division 1 minutes before your own team’s game. How thoughtless.

He imagined it would be a civil hug but then you open your arms to Bokuto and envelop him in the warmest hug he’s ever seen you give. His eyes drop to Bokuto’s limbs which are ensnared around your waist as the spiker hauls you closer to his body.

How imprudent. It was a mistake bringing you to Bokuto. You should have known it’s unwise to mix up your personal agenda with your work. You should have known that it was better if you just ignored Bokuto and made him warm up, than make him introduce you to your favorite player.

What is wrong with you?

Kuroo’s attention slips from you to Tsukishima’s change of demeanor. Tsukishima is usually unbothered, but as soon as you embraced Bokuto, Tsukishima’s mood became sour. It is an amusing sight to watch.

He never thought Tsukishima would associate himself with an individual as lively as you. But who could blame him?

He, himself, has just been watching since you fanned the ego of his old buddy. You have not graced him even a glance since you approached them. Your eyes were all set on Bokuto. You’re probably not aware that another presence is also there.

So he’ll make you be aware.

“Ehem,” he clears his throat to grab your attention, which works as you shift your gaze from Bokuto to him. “Hello,” he flashes you the best smile he has, but has no effect whatsoever at you.

The difference in treatment is drastic. While you revere Bokuto with adoration, you regard him like a nuisance. It’s not that palpable, but it’s there. You look at him like he’s an obligation to deal with.

Your smile is rehearsed and so is the cheerful “Hi” that you give him.

“Kuroo Tetsurou,” he introduces as he offers his hand. You take without hesitation, firmly gripping his extended hand for a brisk, professional handshake.

“Y/n, manager of the Sendai Frogs,” you respond in an amicable, yet refined manner. He gets his business card from his pocket and hands it to you.

“So, Miss Manager, how are the Frogs doing?” he asks to strike up a conversation.

You scrutinize his business card for a quick while then pockets it. “I believe as their manager, I, myself, represent the team more than my words can. So what do you say, Mr. Promoter?” The professionalism chips off and reveals a real slice of you - sly and mischievous, as you compose your stature and put a hand on your hip, accentuating your curves.

He crosses his arms as he eyes you from head to toe without any reservation, then back up again.

“I say the Sendai Frogs are looking hot this season,” he says with his own grin that’s just as devious as yours.

“There’s your answer then,” you give him a wink that almost makes his heart flutter.

‘Geez, lady. Take it easy on unsuspecting men,’ he thinks to himself but easily recovers as his grin spreads out.

“Oy, we should be getting back,” Tsukishima says, breaking Kuroo’s trance towards you. You snap out of it as well, agreeing with Tsukishima as you give the blonde a nod.

“It’s so nice to really meet you, Bokuto,” you tell Bokuto before turning around. Even though you’re treating Kuroo as if he doesn’t exist, he can’t help but be intrigued even more by you.

“Bye, y/n,” he says a bit loudly for you to hear since you’re already a few steps away from them.

You’re about to look back but Tsukishima puts a hand on your shoulders and starts talking to you. Kuroo would have disregarded it, but he doesn’t miss the quick glare Tsukishima throws at Kuroo and Bokuto. What’s even more eye-catching is how Tsukishima’s hand travels down a bit on your back.

You don’t take notice of it though. It might because you’re preoccupied or because you genuinely don’t mind. But for Tsukishima to do so, it’s a different story altogether.

“Hey Bokuto, did you see that?” he turns to his friend.

“Uh huh. She’s so pretty!” Bokuto squawks out, obviously not catching what Kuroo did. Kuroo just lets it go since it wouldn’t really do much even if he tries to explain. He looks back at you and agrees with Bokuto instead.

“Yeah, very pretty.”

--

Even though you’re the one who broke off the deal, you still feel the urge to kiss Tsukishima at times. He does too. You notice the way he glances at you briefly then returns to his work as soon you catch him.

It’s not awkward. There’s none of the tension-filled air, probably because you’re both aware that the impulse is there. You just silently agreed to dismiss it.

It’s all good though. It’s for the best. You don’t want another slip-up like the one from the Jaguars’ match. What’s weird is that even though you’re no longer making out, it feels like nothing has changed.

You still sit beside him. He still lets you lean on him. He still lets out nasty side comments but he’s not as rancorous as they used to be.

“You’re spacing out again,” he points out.

“That’s cause I’m done, Tsukishima,” you counter immediately while still gazing at your window across you. “Anyways, I’m gonna nap,” you announce.

He stops typing and looks at you. That’s weird. He’s always the one strenuously suggesting that you take a break when you’re feeling tired. What gives?

“Are you sick?” A bubble of unwarranted concern rises within him from your sudden inclination to take a nap.

“Oh, no. But I’m going to a party later so I need to recharge a bit.” You head to your bed and start straightening out the crumpled bedsheets.

Party? Are you out of your fucking mind? You could rest instead, make the most out of the night by catching up on sleep. But you’d rather attend a pointless party? Here he thought you were being thoughtful of your own health.

Not to mention, there might be perverts getting their hands all over you again. Obviously you can protect yourself, but wouldn’t you prefer not having one ogling and harassing you?

“Mind enlightening me how a vomit-smelling gathering is of any benefit to you?”

“Mind enlightening why it’s any of your business?” you retort instantly.

“It’s not,” he responds just as swiftly. “I’m just curious because I honestly don’t get it,” he says calmly. If you want to go to the damned party, then by all means. He really doesn’t care what you do with your free time.

“If you’re so worried, Tsukishima, you’re very welcome to come,” you tell him, mockery dripping from your invitation.

“I’d rather not,” he says dryly.

You shrug as you slip under your blanket. “Lock the door when you leave.”

“Unbelievable,” he mutters.

--

‘Truly unbelievable,’ he tells himself again as the smell of cigarette and alcohol tickles his nostrils while he sits at the bar, mulling over whatever the hell possessed him to come there.

It definitely isn’t because of you.

He’s not looking for you either nor is he worried about you.

It’s worse than he remembers. There are more people than last time and the music is banging on his eardrums.

“Are you getting anything?” the bartender asks him.

Although he absolutely detests alcohol, he feels like punishing himself tonight for lack of better judgment in coming there.

“Your worst drink.”

--

Even though you slept that afternoon, you still don’t plan on staying out too long for the party. You just wanted to catch up with some uni friends and instead of meeting them all one by one, it would be efficient if you attend this party and meet them all at once.

Although you would prefer if you just slept or watched a documentary, you think it’s necessary for you to be here. You almost don’t have any time to spend with friends. This might be your last chance to do so since it’s almost graduation.

As usual, you avoid drinking since you hate dealing with hangovers. You learned that the hard way when you had to keep up with who’s scoring points in an official match while an invisible hammer pounds your head.

So, despite the endless free shots given to you, you persistently decline. You also did not pay much attention to the dance floor to save your energy.

After a while of talking to everyone you know, you look around to check if you missed anyone. That’s when you catch a glimpse of a familiar blonde slouching by the bar.

‘ No. It’s not possible ,’ you say to yourself but you’re already smiling hard as you saunter to where he is. It’s very unlikely that it’s him but on the rare chance that he is, you’re not going to let it slip by.  

He’s facing down his glass which is joined by two empty shot glasses. You lean back with both your elbows on the counter.

“You new here?” you playfully ask. If it’s not who you think it is, you’ll just dance awkwardly to throw him off.

“I actually am,” he says as he encircles the rim of his glass with his index finger. Then he raises his face to turn to you.

When he reveals his face, you confirm that it is indeed Tsukishima, but at the same time, he looks nothing like his usual self.

The tips of his ears up to his neck are burning red while his eyes are dazed like you’ve never seen them before. But that’s not the weirdest thing.

He’s smiling. He’s fucking smiling like a happy idiot.

“Tsukishima?” you ask him for confirmation in any case that it’s just someone who looks extremely like him.

“Hmmm?” he asks with a little bit of a slur that throws you off.

As if you’re not astounded enough by the scene unfolding before you, he grabs you by the waist and lugs you until you’re situated between his thighs.

“Who did you think it was, manager?”

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[weirdthinkingdragon]

Welcome To The Family (5/???)

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / here

Had no idea how to connect with Aizawa. Hopefully, this works. Sorry about my hyperfixation on this. 

Warnings- some swearing

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I get ready for yet another day of babysitting Eri. Thinking back on the festival yesterday, the uncomfortable feeling between the two men is something I’d rather not experience again if possible. They’re together as well, so why did Hizashi put me between them? I could have sat on the other side of him if he wanted me beside him so bad. Don’t think Aizawa was too happy about it either with the narrow look he gave me, now that I think about it. It’s best to try to avoid those situations in the future.

While in my mind, I didn’t notice my friend in front of me and bumped into them. Ryo doesn’t look too good. They have bigger eyebags than I’ve ever seen and are frowning with their arms crossed. “Glad to catch you. I stayed up all night waiting for you.”

“Ryo, whatever it is, you could have just texted or called me.”

They frown deeper. “I’ve been trying to stay happy for you, I really have. I and a few of the others really miss you hanging out with us. We’ll even blast your favorite song the whole day and night. Just… Please join us for a whole day once again.”

I knew what they were getting at. Damn it, guilt is really starting to rise in me. I desperately want to hang out with them, but that stupid dinner I’m pretty much forced to go to this Sunday… Ugh, why couldn’t they wait until next Sunday!? “I’m sorry, Ryo, but they want me to babysit the kids again this Sunday. I told them I’m not available next Sunday though! We can hang out then!”

Their frown goes deeper than ever seen by me. “Come on, Y/N! We haven’t had a day to hang out properly in like, what? Months? Every time you return you’re too tired to join us. Those damn kids can go ONE. DAY. without you taking care of them. Don’t you think you’ve done enough for them yet!? The only day we had was Sunday, but for the last few you’ve been stuck with them AGAIN. For how much you take care of them, the adults shouldn’t even HAVE them!”

I nearly snapped at them for the last thing they said. They seem angry though, so I try to not let it get to me too much, or it could end badly for both of us.

It’s easy to tell they all care for each other, and taking one of them away from their little family would be greatly unethical. What also holds me back is remembering Ryo doesn’t know the story of the kids, or that the adults are heroes and teachers. Man, I wish I could tell them. Surprised they haven’t made the connection themselves yet of at least figuring out they’re teachers. “Their jobs are highly demanding. Trust me, they’d much rather be with their kids if they could. I’ve seen how they act towards them.”

“That doesn’t mean shit. For all you know, it could just be a front!”

I shake my head. “Don’t think so. Pretty sure one of them would be incredibly bad at acting.”

They glare at me. “Whatever you think.” They then storm off, leaving more guilt to eat away at me. Ugh, I feel like crying out of frustration.

The mold-quirked male comes up to me when Ryo leaves. “Sorry about them. They’re kinda in a bad spot with the police right now. They got a little too drunk and spat at an officer yesterday.”

“Again? I thought they learned their lesson last time from me scolding them.”

“Sadly, no. I think they’re losing control since their impulse control is gone.”

Now I’m more annoyed than guilt-ridden. Ryo is a few years older than me. They shouldn’t be such a child about it and need my help when they decide to drink too much. “Thanks for informing me, uh… sorry, I don’t think you ever told me your name.”

His eyes widened in realization. “Oh! Right! Just call me by my first name, Tadao.”

First name basis off the bat is a little weird, but he says it, so sure. “Right! Tadao, Can you keep an eye on them for me still? I’m still rather busy as you might have noticed.”

He nods. “I can do that. Just do me a favor, and try to take it easy for yourself one of these days. You seem a little worn out yourself recently.”

I shrug. “It’s more of what’s happened lately, and what’s on my mind I think.”

He seems unsure about my answer if anything about his dark brown eyes is to go by. He just nods again though and goes to follow Ryo.

I push what just happened to the back of my mind and head towards their home again. After the Ferris Wheel yesterday, Hizashi gave me a key and told me to use it to enter their house from now on since they might be too busy to answer the door. They haven’t had trouble answering the door before, but I’ve learned by now to not question Hizashi’s sporadic way of mind. It doesn’t ease the discomfort that I feel like I’m intruding by randomly entering their house though.

I unlock the door and enter to see a rather concerned Eri hugging the new stuffed animal with the dog and the bunny. “Hey, Eri. What’s wrong?”

It looks like she’s torn from being happy to see me, to having great worry. “Dad’s sick.”

Aizawa’s sick? He was just fine yesterday. I think she calls Aizawa “dad” and Hizashi “daddy” if I’ve noticed correctly. Sometimes it’s really confusing having same-sex parents and trying to know which they’re referring to. “Is Aizawa okay?” I ask, just to be sure it’s the right one.

She nods.

Hitoshi comes into the living room. “He’ll be fine. It was a quirked villain from the ambush yesterday. It’s not contagious, but he’s not allowed to go to the school for twenty-four hours. The principal said he’d have the other teachers kick him out if he enters the school. Even Recovery Girl and no one wants to deal with her wrath.”

“Recovery… Girl?”

He looks like he wants to slap himself. “Right. Uh… She’s the healer after our fights basically.”

“The name makes sense then.”

He nods. “In his shape, he can’t take care of Eri though, so we didn’t tell you to not come.”

“Sounds good,” I smirk, though internally I’m cringing at the thought of being alone with the quiet man. “So, you guys want me to check in on him a few times today as well I’m guessing?”

He rubs the back of his neck. “If you wouldn’t mind, that is. It’s obviously not something you’re hired for.”

I shrug. “It should be fine. I don’t think he’ll be very demanding of me doing things for him if I know him well enough by now.”

Hitoshi smirks in reply to me. “He’s too stubborn to even take cough medicine.”

“I didn’t expect anything different.” Seems rather childish though for a full-grown man. Not like I’d ever say that to his face though.

Hizashi comes out of what must be their bedroom and sees me. “Heya, little lovesong! Did these two fill ya in already?”

Love… song? What’s with the sudden nickname? He always seems to call people “listeners” or whatever, so maybe it’s just a more friendly type of thing?

He also makes his arms go outstretched and looks at me expectantly. He wants me to hug him? Again, this is really sudden.

Screw it, it won’t hurt anything, right? It’s just a hug. I hug him.

He squeezes a little too tightly and wouldn’t let me go for an almost awkward amount of time, even when I try to pull away.

I pat his back to try to get him to let go. “That’s long enough I think. You might want to go before you and Hitoshi are late for school.”

He lets go. “Right! C’mon, little Hypno-man!”

“Little? I’m almost as tall as you.”

“But you’re not yet!” He shouts as he bolts out the door. Hitoshi quickly goes after him. It just leaves a silence between Eri and me. I shake my head at their antics and look at Eri. “Do you think they even left him a glass of water or something before taking off?”

“Daddy gave him water before. A long time ago.”

A long time ago probably means a few hours at most. I sigh. Better check on him then. I go towards the door of their bedroom and knock on it. He doesn’t answer. Oh well, he must not need anything that badly. No, I’m not just trying to stay away from him as much as possible.

I go to walk away, but Eri gently grabs my hand and leads me back to the bedroom door.

“Why do you keep staying away from dad?” she asks.

“What do you mean?” I ask, trying to play dumb. She doesn’t need to know about adult things yet, such as not everyone will like someone. That should be their job to teach her. “Toshi and daddy notice you avoid him. He’s not mean though!”

Do I really have to tell her? Her questioning eyes are begging me to answer.

“It’s just… I don’t think your dad likes me very much. There will always be people who don’t like a person for one reason or another. I don’t know why your dad doesn’t like me, but I respect his decision and want to let him keep his space.”

“But dad doesn’t hate you!” She huffs.

That's a surprise to me. “Unless he tells me otherwise, I’m going to keep believing he does. And honestly, your dad kinda scares me.”

She looks away. “He can be kinda mean sometimes,” she looks back at me. “But he really cares for people!”

A part of me doubts it, but another part can kind of see it, especially with how he acts with Eri and Hitoshi.

I decided to try changing the topic. “I’ll check him in a bit. He probably doesn’t want to be bothered right now. Let’s go play with your stuffed animals for now.” I try to walk away again.

Yet again, she grabs my hand and drags me to the door. She opens it without knocking and makes me enter as well. I noticed the rather large bed before anything. It couldn’t have been a king. Definitely something bigger than that. It has a light red and black blanket covering the whole bed, including the paler-than-usual man under it. His eyes are open and looking at us, but surprisingly, he’s not glaring. I thought he would be from an interrupted entry…

I notice the empty glass on the nightstand next to him. “I’ll get you more water.” I then grab the glass and go to the kitchen. Eri stayed in the bedroom. While filling the glass, one of the cats rubs their head against my leg. The white eyebrows make me know who it is instantly. “Hey, Oreo! Why don’t you come to help your dad?” I ask him and shut off the sink after the glass is nearly full.

I pick him up with my free arm and carry them back into the bedroom. He immediately jumps out of my arms and goes onto the bed. Aizawa almost seems to grow a weak smile at the sight of the cat. I set the glass down back on the nightstand.

“Thanks.” He rasps, catching my surprise. I really wasn’t expecting him to thank me for it. He didn’t strike me as the type. He drinks some of it.

It’s quiet between us, and I want to do nothing but leave him be before the awkwardness gets worse. Plus, he needs all the rest he can get to heal faster. Or is the quirk he was struck with a time-based thing regardless?

Eri suddenly gets up from sitting on the floor and tugs me so she could whisper in my ear. “Talk to him!”

“I don’t think he…” I lock eyes with Aizawa who is surprisingly still not asleep and sigh. I have no idea what to talk to him about. What do you talk about to someone who has hardly ever said a word to you?

I then remember the explosive kid and nearly being hit. It’s worth a shot bringing him up I guess. “Had a close call with one of your students yesterday. Don’t know his name, but he nearly blew up my face if Midoriya wasn’t there.”

Despite his state, his eyes widen a sufficient amount.

“Toshi isn’t happy with him.” Eri pipes up with her arms crossed.

“No harm was done though, right? At least he didn’t hit me,” I shiver remembering his expression. “I’d rather not be in the line of his wrath again though. It’s terrifying to the point I almost feel bad for anything he goes against.”

“Bakugou.” He’s able to hiss it with annoyance. Okay, glad he doesn’t seem annoyed with me the same way he is with that kid.

Bakugou? Isn’t that one of the kids Midoriya told me causes the most problems in his class? “So he must be one of the kids you like to call “problem children”. Midoriya told me you call him that as well. Don’t know how he’s one, but I know if you call him that, you have a really good reason, so I’m not going to comment on it.”

“You seem rather… connected with Midoriya.” He says “connected” like it leaves a bad taste in his mouth.

“Oh yeah! He’s a good kid. He comes around frequently with Togata,” His eyes narrow and my fond mention of Togata. He better not be getting the wrong idea, I don’t see either of them that way for obvious reasons. “It’s so great they’re able to wear dresses so comfortably. Well, Midoriya is still a bit uncomfortable, but we’ve been working on his self-esteem with Togata. I also still have to thank him for saving me from the Bakugou kid. I don’t think that could be fixed with him though from the feral energy he gives off.”

“Still have to-” he coughs. “Work on that then. He won’t be able to get anywhere if he keeps nearly injuring innocents.”

I smile at him. “I wish you the most luck with him then. You’re definitely going to need it.”

He replies with a slight nod and closes his eyes. Oreo climbs onto Aizawa’s chest and starts purring. He brings one of his arms out of the covers and pets Oreo. The cat’s purring gets louder in appreciation.

Eri lights up. “I’ll go get Mochi and Sundae!” She bolts out of the room. No! Come ba- and she’s gone.

For one stupid reason or another, I feel like confiding with him right now.

“You know, I hate to admit it, but I’m rather envious of you,” He quirks an eye open to look at me. “You have such a lovely family and a significant other that greatly cares about you. I can only hope to have a relationship like you and Hizashi in the future. It’s going to be so strange when I leave your family.”

His other eye opens to fully look at me. His eyes flash some sort of emotion I can’t read. Maybe I overstepped a boundary or said too much about myself? Shit…

“Uh… Sorry about that, Aizawa. That’s probably something stupid to go off about or to bother you with...”

“Shouta.”

“Huh?” I question, just to be sure I was correct in hearing him.

“Shouta. It’s-” he coughs again. “illogical for me to be the only one not called by my first name,” He looks at Oreo, then back at me. “You’re a part of our family. Even Oreo likes you. Sometimes not even I can pick him up.”

“A part of?... No, you’re thinking too much into it. I’m just a sitter that likes taking care of Hitoshi and Eri.”

He slightly shakes his head. “Same thing with Hitoshi. He’s never let anyone but us call him his first name. You’re different.”

I’m having a hard time accepting I’m special in any way. They must just be slightly delusional or something from having multiple bad sitters before. “I’m sure if you got a sitter similar to me, he’d have done the same thing with them.”

“Doubtful. For one, you’re the first that’s not us to not fear Hitoshi for his-” he coughs yet again. “quirk.”

Maybe I should make him stop talking so he can rest before more damage can possibly be done to his throat.

“I found Mochi!” Eri yells from somewhere outside of the room. She enters the bedroom, waddling like she did before with Mochi in her arms. He’s nearly being dragged on the floor, but only seems uninterested in helping her move. She seems to be having a slightly easier time than before carrying him. Not sure if he’s lost some weight, or if she’s gotten stronger. Maybe even both.

I laugh and go over to her to help her carry him. He’s still rather heavy. Heavy enough to cause a rather large dip in the bed when we place him on it. We place him down by Shouta’s feet. He doesn’t even move. Just flops onto his belly where he’s placed. I go over back by Shouta’s side, since that’s closer to the exit of the bedroom. I still feel like I’m intruding in their bedroom.

She immediately takes off again out of the room.

“Eri! I don’t think-” I’m interrupted by Shouta gently grabbing my hand. His hand is rather rough- probably calloused- and rather clammy. Most likely from him being ill. Uh… This is weird.

“It’s fine. The cats are a good distraction,” He lets it go before I can try to pull away. “That’s another thing. Even Eri bonded with you rather quickly. I’ve never seen her so happy to see someone besides us or Midoriya and Togata.”

I shrug. “It’s the previous sitters’ faults for not caring for her. She’s beyond adorable, and I honestly had the thought if something were to happen to her, I’d kill everyone in the room, then myself on my first day.”

He exhales his breath, almost like a chuckle. “Zashi says the same about you.”

I have no idea what to say to that. Oh! He must mean Hizashi would do the same thing for Eri, his mind is just mixed up on his words from his illness. Sounds a lot more logical than someone admitting they really like an adult they just met back then.

Eri comes in with the last and final cat, Sundae. He seems a little more uninterested in being in here than the other two. At least until Eri places him on the bed, and he sees the other two. He jumps onto Shouta’s stomach and tries to push Oreo off to take his spot on Shouta’s chest.

I can’t help but laugh. “You need a little help there?”

He grows the tiniest smile again. “No.” He pulls out his other arm from under the blanket and uses it to pet the other cat as well. That seems to do the trick as he stops trying to push Oreo off.

He coughs yet again. I feel rather bad he has to deal with it. “Would you like some tea maybe? It’s not cough medicine, but it might help your cough a bit more than the water is.”

He turns his head back towards us. His eyes again showing that unreadable emotion. “That's another thing. You’re caring. You’ve respected us the most. You didn’t even try pushing me to tolerate your presence, just accepted it.” Okay, that’s enough talking from you, you need to rest more. I swear, if he’s the type that suddenly has the urge to clean the house when sick… I’d do absolutely nothing. I obviously can’t do much against a man with years of grueling training, even when he’s sick. Might have Eri help me scold him though.

“I’ll get the tea. And do us both a favor, stop talking for now. It’s honestly great hearing you talk more for once, but now is really not the best time.”

“No promises.”

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The rest of the day was rather uneventful, other than checking up on him a few other times. With how frequently he talked, I started to wonder if he and Hizashi somehow swapped minds. He must be one of those odd people who seem to be more talkative when sick, as clearly found out.

Leaving their house, my body freezes at the familiar feeling of being watched. For a moment, I wonder about going back into their house and asking them to bring me to my home. No, I can’t do that to them. They've already had a long day.

… At least, that’s how I felt at first. But the farther I walked, the more I wished I did. Fuck, the feeling won’t. Leave. Taking out my phone, Hitoshi is the first one to come up in my contacts.

“Hey, Y/N! Fancy seeing you around here. Heading home, huh?” Asked a familiar voice behind me. That feeling was still around, but just knowing Tadao was with me helped. I turn to face him. His hair was… Glowing green? It made him look like a glowstick, and made me wonder how I’ve never seen his hair do this before. Never met him in the dark though.

He laughs at my expression. “Mold isn’t the only thing my body can absorb. It can also do the same with fungus. Found out years ago I can make my hair glow from the bioluminescent fungus. Cool, huh?”

I smile at him. “Definitely! But you know I now have to call you glowstick, right?”

He groans. “Man, was really hoping to escape that, but I guess it’s deserved, huh?”

“It really is your fault if you don’t naturally have it.”

Because of his glowing hair, it was easy to tell he rolls his eyes. “Anyway, wanna walk with me back to the apartments? Just got off of work myself today.”

“Well, it would make sense, wouldn’t it?”

“Yep.”

We start walking.

“How’s Ryo holding up?”

He sighs. “Not well. Really starting to question their mental state. They told me this morning they don’t even want to talk to you for a few days.”

My face quickly becomes a frown. “Seriously? They’re going to act like this now?”

He shrugs. “Try not to let it get to you. We both know they can be overdramatic at times.”

I sigh. “I hate that you’re right.”

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[castiel-kline]

Rescue

(also on ao3)

Jack’s got a lot of new responsibilities to take care of, but first he has someone to save from the clutches of the Empty.

for @dadstielweek day 6: missing scene

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The Empty felt much less daunting than the last time Jack had been here. It was still unsettling, of course, but he was prepared to face it now. He knew what he’d come for was well worth it.

The Shadow slithered up in front of him, coming together in a familiar shape. His mother’s face smiled at him, eyes dark in a way Kelly’s could never be. And he felt a pang, because he missed her like always. He hadn’t been to see her, not yet. But that was next on his list.

“Hey there, kiddo. Nice upgrade. You’re even more sparkly and insufferable than usual,” it began, tilting its head. “Don’t know why you think you have any right to be here, though, after what you did.”

“I’m sorry,” Jack said, trying to ignore the screams he could hear in the distance, muffled as if the throats they sprang from were stuffed with cotton. “I didn’t mean to wake everyone up. I can fix it, I promise.”

“But you want something in return, don’t you.” The Shadow’s tone was flat, a brow arched in disdain.

“We can make a deal. I know you like those.”

“Yeah, when there’s something in it that suits me. You don’t have anything that I want.”

“I can make sure that you go back to sleep for good,” Jack assured, stepping closer. “You’ll get your quiet, forever. The Empty’s been in disorder for too long.”

“Uh huh. Might want to check your motivation there, young Atlas. Dishonesty bites.”

Jack’s heart skipped a beat. He clenched a fist, taking in a deep breath. “I’m not lying.”

“Aren’t you?” The Shadow ran a hand across his shoulders and down his arm, nails biting at the skin of his hand where it grabbed him. “You don’t care about my order, or my sleep. You just want your dead papa bear to hold you and tell you it’s okay.”

He gulped. “Just give me Castiel, and I’ll help you put everyone back to sleep. I know you can’t do it yourself, or you would have already.”

The Shadow yanked its hand away, glare sharper than any knife. “Get out, kid. I won’t ask again.”

“No.” Jack squared his shoulders. “I’m not leaving until I have my father back.”

“Newsflash, sport- God doesn’t have power in my domain. Everything Chuck managed was because I let him. Now that you’ve been grandfathered in -ha!- you’re stuck. Can’t hurt me.”

“Actually, I can. I’ve always had power here, since the day I was born. Since just a few weeks after that, when I woke you up. But I don’t want us to be enemies. I’d prefer it if we could come to an agreement.”

They would be enemies if it had really hurt Cas, but they could at least try to be allies first. He pinched at his palm, watching the Shadow think it over. It came closer, face softening in a syrupy false sympathy. It placed a hand on Jack’s cheek just like his mother had when he’d met her, and he tried not to recoil too violently.

“Oh, you poor, dumb, child,” it said. In a blink the hand on his cheek had moved, cupping his chin and squeezing his face with enough force to snap his jaw if either of them moved the wrong way. “Poor, sweet little fool. Castiel’s mine, and you’re not taking him from me. I won him fair and square.”

Jack managed to pull its hand away from him, heaving in a breath before he spoke. “Cas doesn’t belong to you,” he said.

The Shadow laughed. “And I suppose that’s because he belongs to you instead?”

“No.” Jack shook his head. “No. He doesn’t belong to me. He doesn’t belong to anyone.”

“Hmm. That so? Do you think Dean Winchester would agree with you on that?” It winked at him, smirk warping his mother’s mouth.

“Cas doesn’t belong to Dean,” Jack asserted, refusing to have his focus broken. “He belongs to himself. And you’re going to bring him back, because he deserves to live his life. He deserves to make his own choices.”

The Shadow moved forward and bopped his nose, punctuating each word. “Selfish, selfish, selfish!”

Jack jerked his head away. “This isn’t selfish. I just-”

“You need him. And that makes this valiant little rescue mission of yours as self serving as a buffet.”

“All I need is to know that he’s alive, and that he’s safe,” Jack said, surprising himself with the truth of it. “And… if he doesn’t want to stay with me, I’ll let him go. Because… because that’s what you do when you love someone.”

For a moment he thought he’d gotten through to it, but then the Shadow turned away again, a finger tapping at its chin.

“Oh, but see- if I give you a freebie now, you’ll expect more later. And resurrections fray the threads of fate, you know. Very dangerous game. Or have you forgotten that what’s dead should stay dead?”

“I know. I know, and that’s how everything after this will be. Just, please… please bring him back.” His first day on the job and he was begging, betraying his desperation. Wonderful.

“What are you gonna do with all the other angels? The demons?” The Shadow was back to staring at him, but its tone was much less harsh. Tired. Maybe it was finally going to give in.

“I don’t know,” Jack admitted. “We might need some angels to restore Heaven since it’s failing, but… you can have a say in that. Before I put you back to sleep.”

“So, I get my sleep and you get Castiel?” Jack nodded, feeling like he had no more life than a popped balloon. The Shadow gave a long, exaggerated sigh. “Fine. But you’d best not wake me unless the universe is ending again, capische?”

“Thank you.” Jack didn’t feel like that was enough. That it could ever be enough. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, whatever. Happy family time.” The Shadow snapped its fingers before sliding away, and the ground began bubbling a short distance from Jack. Castiel emerged from the depths of the Empty, dragged out by inky tendrils. He looked awful, and Jack would have been angrier if not for his agreement with the entity being one breath from crumbling.

Cas hacked up lungfuls of goo until he could breathe again, collapsing onto the ground when his vessel’s shaking arms couldn’t hold him any longer. Jack could see the entirety of Castiel’s true form for the first time- the broken wings and the hundreds of eyes, old as time. The animal heads and the quaking limbs, folded into a kind and wizened package. It was tragic, and it was beautiful. His vessel’s face was covered in tears, and Jack was struck by the fact that this was the first time he’d ever seen Cas cry.

He knelt down, swallowing hard, and placed a hand on Cas’ shoulder. He blinked the tears back from his own eyes.

“Hi, Cas,” he said, voice so soft he didn’t know if it had been heard.

“Jack.” Cas looked at him not with relief, but with panic. “What are you doing here? You have to leave. It’s not safe, the Empty-”

“It’s okay, Cas. I’m okay. And the entity- it’s not going to bother you anymore.”

Cas sat up, on Jack’s level now. He frowned, not understanding.

“You’re not dead again, are you?”

Jack smiled, a small ghost of a laugh escaping his lips. “No, I’m not. I have a lot to tell you, though.”

His voice cracked on the last word, and he bit his lip to keep the tears in. Cas’ eyes searched his, a hand on Jack’s arm to hold them both steady. The moment realization hit, Castiel breathed out a soft “oh,” his eyes blowing wide.

“Jack, you’re… you’re the Lord.”

He shook his head. “I’m not. I’m not anything special, and I’m not… I’m still just me.”

And Cas smiled, his eyes sad and yet the happiest Jack had seen since he’d made that godforsaken deal. Jack lost the battle with his emotions, feeling his face collapse into a mix of relief and sadness and fear and joy. Cas took him into his arms, both of them trembling but finding solace in the contact.

“You were always special, Jack,” Cas whispered. “And I am so, so proud of you.”

Jack shuddered, burying his face deeper into Castiel’s shoulder for just a moment before pulling back and looking him in the eyes.

“I’m sorry. I wanted to bring you back before, but I didn’t know how-”

“No, I’m sorry.” Cas gripped Jack’s shoulders, squeezing them before dropping his hands. As if to make sure Jack understood that he meant it. “I left at a very bad time, and I should have been there, to- to help with the fight-”

It was Jack’s turn to cut off the stream of apologies. “That’s not… I just really missed you.”

“Yeah, I missed you too.” Cas smiled, just a corner of his mouth ticking up. It was strange to see it on so many other mouths as well, but in a way the sight of his true form smiling too just made Jack feel all the warmer.

“I, um. I think I can fix these. Your wings.” Jack leaned forward, fingers brushing at the air where the wings hung mangled and twisted in another dimension, shimmering far outside of corporeal view. He pulled his arm back once he realized that Cas had stiffened. Maybe he shouldn’t have brought it up at all-

“Thank you.” The whisper caught Jack by surprise, but he nodded and sent out a gentle wave of grace to put Castiel’s wings back to the way they should be.

Cas stretched them, lines of tension that Jack had never noticed melting away.

“Thank you, Jack,” he said. He sounded almost reverent, and Jack… Jack didn’t want to be revered.

He stood, extending a hand to help Cas up with him.

“You’re welcome,” he said, trying for a smile. It faded with his next words as he glanced away, eyes toward what passed for downward in the Empty. “I’ve caused you enough pain. I’m glad I could finally take some of it away.”

“You didn’t bring me pain, Jack. You-” Cas shook his head. “You just brought me joy. And my death wasn’t your fault, either. I don’t want you carrying that burden.”

Jack bit his lip and nodded, wondering if he’d ever be able to believe that. He thought maybe, given enough time, he could get there. Eternity should be plenty of time to work on his self esteem, after all.

“Are you ready to go back to earth?” Jack clasped his hands in front of him, studying Cas carefully for his reaction.

He looked like he was on the verge of saying yes, but then he frowned, eyes narrowed as he looked at Jack. Something flickered over his face.

“You’re not coming.” It wasn’t a question.

“No. I can’t.” Jack shrugged. “I have too much to do. In all of those other universes, there’s so much damage that Chuck caused and I can fix. And before that, I want to see my mother. Maybe I can make Heaven better too, since it’s not really very.... heavenly.”

“No, it’s… it’s far from perfect.”

Jack sighed. “Yeah. And… I think this is where I’m supposed to be. I’ll miss Sam and Dean, but I shouldn’t be there to write their story like Chuck did. They deserve better than that.”

Cas nodded, taking it in. “Okay. I’ll stay with you.”

“What?” Jack felt his eyes go wide. He hadn’t wanted to say goodbye to Cas so soon after getting him back, of course, but he hadn’t dared do more than breathe a fleeting hope.

“I’ll stay with you. You said you wanted to fix Heaven. Don’t you think that’s my job, too?”

“No, no. I don’t want you to stay out of obligation. I want you to go and… and be happy,” Jack said, wringing his hands. Now that Cas could actually be happy, he should go and do it. Nothing else would make sense.

Cas sighed. Not a heavy sigh, but one of release. He looked up and around, breathing deeply, as if the words he was searching for lay in the nothing that surrounded them.

“I am happy,” he said at last. “I’m happy with you. Changing the afterlife -the world- for the better, side by side? It would be my privilege.”

Fresh tears sprang to Jack’s eyes, and he tried his best to keep them back. 

“Are you sure? Sam, Dean-”

“I think-” Cas said, gently “-that there’s much I need to figure out regarding that. But I’ve… I’ve finally accepted myself, in spite of… well. A lot of things. And some time away to feel like myself before I face it sounds like it won’t be so bad at all. Besides- our family wouldn’t feel right without you there. We’d be missing a very important piece.”

Jack nodded. He knew Cas was being vague, probably because he wasn’t ready to talk about whatever it was that had happened in that dungeon. But Cas was looking out for himself, for once, and Jack was grateful. They could process everything together. They finally had the time.

“You’re really going to stay?”

Cas patted his shoulder. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be.”

Jack pitched forward into another hug, this one far less desperate than the last. This one was a promise- of safety, of teamwork, of trust. Of family.

After a while they pulled apart, standing together against the great expanse of nothing. They’d have to make a plan for finalizing the deal with the Empty, for renovating Heaven… they had a lot of work to do.

Cas tilted his head and looked into Jack’s eyes, catching on to the fact that Jack was deep in thought. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

Jack smiled. No, he wasn’t alright. But he would be, and that was all that mattered. He had his father, and he had his mother to visit and universes to save. He was going to be good.

“I am now, Cas. I am now.”

[averyhappychainsawhalloween]

Reverence | Part 3

Thomas Hewitt X You

“Evening Luda Mae, I’m sorry to be so tardy but I fell asleep outside. It’s just so peaceful here.” Your smile is set firmly in place, your voice a practiced tone of girlish ease. You tried to hold onto the way the house made you feel when you woke up but it was becoming harder and harder to grip. 

You had spent the rest of the afternoon pulling yourself together. You found a water pumped and washed your face to banish any puffy eyes that might hint that you had been crying. You washed the dust and blood from the cars off your hands and laid down in the grass staring up at the clouds just in case someone happened to see you and call bullshit on your story. You didn’t sleep but you did do a lot of thinking. 

Right now you were in a good position. Hoyt, who had a gun and was eager to use it, thought you were too dumb to know what was happening. You had Luda Mae’s protection and Tommy’s favor. You weren’t sure where Uncle Monty stood and while you didn’t want to speak ill of the elderly you didn’t see him as much of a threat. 

Hoyt had driven the strangers car to the field with the rest, taking the keys with him. None of the cars had keys in them but even if they did only a couple of them could even dream of running. 

It was a near mile from the house to the road, maybe more. You could sneak out but then there just miles of highway in either direction and unless you could hitch a ride they’d be able to find you. 

There was no fighting out of this. Hoyt had shot that couple without a second thought and Thomas... 

Thomas was a huge man that you had severely underestimated. He’d plucked bodies off the ground like they were nothing, hooking them like they were sides of beef and not people with families with dreams and mothers and... 

No there would be no brute force. You’d have to use your mind and you’d have to wait for an opening. So you carried yourself up the porch around sundown with an apologetic blush on your face as you filled into the kitchen. 

“Oh honey it’s okay,” Luda Mae said with a wave of her hand. 

“In the city I don’t even have a yard, so this is a dream,” you said, taking a seat at the kitchen table. It was a line you had thought of outside and it worked like a charm. 

“The country has a lot of things the city don’t. Most people don’t know what they’re missing,” Luda Mae said with a small smile. 

You returned the smile, making sure it reached your eyes. Stroke the ego, but not too much. Flatter but not enough to be suspicious. You shifted in your chair, biting down on your bottom lip. 

“When will Thomas be done with his work for the day?” you asked. Luda Mae whipped around to look at you, almost surprised by the question. And then her face melted into a knowing smile. 

“He was very busy today, it’ll probably be late,” Luda Mae said. You felt bile rise in your throat. Was Tommy downstairs butchering that couple downstairs? You thought of the odd sausage at breakfast and almost gagged. Luda Mae noticed your negative reaction but thankfully misconstrued it. “It’s okay honey, he’s not down there all the time you’ll have your time together.” 

“He’ll need dinner. Could I bring it down to him?” you asked, trying to sound eager. The older woman paused, wiping her hands on a dish towel. You pushed further hoping to persuade her. “I won’t get in the way and I won’t distract from his work.” 

You searched her face for your answer. If you had Thomas on your side then maybe there was a chance to leave. He was younger, bigger, and stronger than the rest of the people in the house. If he wanted to leave there would be no stopping him. If you had any chance of leaving in one piece it’d have to be with him. 

“Okay, but don’t dawdle down there,” Luda Mae finally said. Her lips were in a hard line as if she didn’t entirely believe the choice she made. You jumped up from your chair pulling the woman into an embrace. 

“Thank you, Luda Mae!” 

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You stood at the top of the chairs gripping a cracked dish loaded with potatoes and meat. While Luda Mae had agreed to let you down she still hovered by the doorway as if she might change her mind at any moment. You started down the stairs in the dim basement, hit with the strong damp smell all over again. There were still marks in your ankle from the metal cuff and while the others thought you simple you were not quick to forget. 

“Thomas?” you asked as you got down to the landing. The basement was large but cluttered. There were all sorts of things but now you could see their use. Large freezers for meat, metal hooks for hanging their prey, various cutters and saws for breaking through bone. 

You had been so close to that destiny and because of Thomas you were still alive. If he could break the rules once he could do it again.

You saw him further down the room under a bare bulb wrapping meat in large swatches of brown paper. With it all cut up and divided it looked like any kind of meat. If you hadn’t seen the couple that afternoon you wouldn’t have had a single idea what it was. 

“Thomas?” you called again. His head jerked up and he quickly tossed his work into a freezer and slammed the lid closed. You looked up to the top of the stairs and saw Luda Mae had returned to the kitchen. The two of you were truly alone. 

You moved from the end of the stairs deeper in the basement towards the giant of a man. 

“I brought you dinner,” you said, your voice soft. He didn’t move to meet you so you walked the entire way over to him. He was standing beside the table you were chained too and the thought of how close you were to being tied up again resonated through your head. You tried to dismiss the thought, bringing your gaze back up to Thomas’ face. He had not seemed frightening in the basement yesterday but now that you’d seen him pierce a man with a meat hook your instincts were telling you to run. You silenced them. He was not running after you. 

You pushed the plate out for him to take but Thomas made no move to take it. 

“Are you not hungry?” you asked, your head tilting to the side as if you might be able to see under his mask from a different angle. He didn’t answer. You weren’t certain what to do next but Thomas soon decided for you. He gently took the plate from your hand and placed it on the table beside him. He made no move to eat it, instead he stepped forward closing the gap between you. 

You held your breath, afraid that even the slightest exhale would frighten him away. Slowly, he raised his hand and carefully placed it on your upper lip tracing the scar there. You relaxed under his touch. 

He moves his fingers over your mouth, feeling the flesh beneath his fingertips. He swiped his thumb over your bottom lip and the blush it brought to your cheeks was all real. You took his hand in your own, and pressed a kiss to his fingers. 

He made a noise, not quite a word but a quiet strangled emotion.  

“I like it when you touch me,” you said barely above a whisper. It wasn’t completely a lie, you didn’t mind his fingers on your lips, but it may have been a small exaggeration. 

Thomas gave another small noise and his hand lifted from your lips, hovering over your shoulders as if he wanted to pull you in close but wasn’t quite sure about it. You took his hands pressing them against your waist. His palms were warm and huge and there wasn’t a doubt in your mind that if you got on Tommy’s bad side he could break you clean in half. 

His fingers dug into your sides and he pulled you closer to him as if by pure instinct alone.

“Tommy.” The voice made you both jump. Thomas’ hands stayed clutched around you as you turned your head around to see Hoyt on the staircase. He leaned against a wooden pole glaring at the two of you. “Eat your dinner. You back upstairs. Mama needs your help with the dishes.” 

You swallowed back your frustrations with Hoyt and turned back to Tommy. 

“I’ll see you later,” you said. Reluctantly he pried his hands off of you and went to sit on a metal stool to huddle over his dinner. You walked to the staircase and started up the steps when Hoyt grabbed your arm. 

“If you’re lookin’ for a man you won’t find one down here,” he said, his voice low and his eyes roaming your body. You pushed back your feelings of disgust and let your face pinch in confusion. 

“I’m sorry, sir, but what do you mean?” you asked, your voice almost childish. 

“I mean-” Hoyt cut off when metal scratched the stone floor. You both turned at the noise and saw Tommy sanding up, his hand clutching a large knife from the table and glaring at where Hoyt’s fingers dug into your elbow. Hoyt’s jaw tensed for a moment and then he freed you, his hand falling to his side. He muffled a curse under his breath before waving you off. “Off with you.” 

You bounced up the stairs and couldn’t keep the smile from your lips. 

Your plan was already in motion. It would only be a matter of time now. 

[constantlyunlightening]

Quiet

Day 10: Public Places w/ Shoto Todoroki

Warnings/Other Kinks: Bratty Dom, cum play (i guess that’s what I’m gonna tag it as), panties in mouth

If you haven’t read my Shoto Todoroki NSFW headcannons, you should. Cuz this is in line with my bratty dom theories. Is he dumb or being a smartass? Who knows?

Anyway, Shoto is super fun to write. I really liked doing this one and I hope you guys like it too!

Disclaimers: 18+ years old to read, all characters are aged 20+

He told you the next time you wore that dress in public, he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back. You had taken it as a compliment at the time, not a threat.

But on the day where the two of you were supposed to be heading to some fancy hero event, you found that specific dress laid out on your bed waiting for you. Honestly, you thought the gesture was adorable! Was Shoto picking out an outfit he wanted you in? You had simply forgotten all about what he had said last time.

So you put the dress on. 

It wasn’t until after the two of you mingled around the event a while before he pulled you to a corner and you heard his deep voice dance against your ear. “So you wore it? Remember what I said last time?” His voice bounced in your skull and the hand that heated up at your waist quickly jogged your memory. “I warned you.”

And with that, he dragged you away at the nearest opportunity and shoved you into a supply closet. That’s how you ended up with your dress hiked over your hips and Shoto fucking you into the walls of the tiny closet. 

You’re pretty sure the two of you had knocked something off the closet shelf in your flurry, but the cock pounding you into the wall made it really damn hard to think. Shoto had his head dipped down, lips and teeth and tongue attacking the flash that stretched your collar bone as he tightened his grip on your thighs. You were clawing at his back, trying to bite the inside of your cheek but the way he was tearing into you made it so hard to keep your noises down.

“Sho-shoto,” an urgent, whine of a whisper was all you could manage to hiss out without screaming. “I- if I make too much noise, we’re going to get caught.” A tangle of words, ushered out as quickly as possible to keep you from yelping as he speared deep into you.

He didn’t pause his hips, but he did pause the ministrations he had been trailing over you, only so he could look up at you with hues of smoke and frost. It was almost vexing how calm he looked. You were falling apart and other than the beads of sweat rolling down his face and a few labored pants. “Then stay quiet?” He offered, as if the solution were obvious. As if you could keep quiet with the hero pounding you senseless. 

With a raspy groan, you covered your mouth with a hand you detangled from his shirt and shook your head as his length rocked against your insides, slipping in and out much too snugly. “I-I cant-”

You couldn’t tell if the way he stared at you silently was him trying to actually access the situation or was him just hiding his smirk. Was he being a smartass with a poker face right now? Or was he genuinely racking his brain for a solution. You’ve been dating this man for how long now? And you still had no idea as to if he was the smartest person you knew or the dumbest. 

You weren’t ever going to find out you were pretty sure. Especially not right now with your whole body vibrating in need. 

He pulled out of you, and the seemingly randomness of it had you trying to suppress a yelp as your body strained with the sudden emptiness, trying to clamp over nothing. “Sho- what are you doing?” Your voice sounded pathetic even to your own ears as Shoto released your thighs, gently settling you back onto the ground. Had he decided to stop? Had the solution to her not making noise was to just be done? He sure didn’t seem frustrated at all but it wouldn’t be unlike him to leave you hanging and pretend like he was doing it to actually help. Or maybe he did think he was actually helping? Either way. He can’t just fuck the air out of you and stop! He couldn’t!

In your panic you failed to realize he had been working on tugging off your panties from underneath your dress  balling them up in his hands. You opened your mouth to question his actions again but in the next moment, the balled up lace was in your mouth. A muffled noise strangled out around it as Shoto was once again grabbing your thighs, and dragging you right back up against the wall and in the air. “I didn’t have a gag,” he stated simply as a small smile came to his lips. It looked so tender. But you couldn’t help but think it felt rather conniving. “It had a wet spot on it, so I know it tastes good too. But you can take it out if you think you can keep quiet on your own.”

The break without him inside you had been just long enough that the pleasure had mellowed out and left you with an ache-y opening from his earlier attack. And so when his head pushed back in, the sensitivity had you absolutely choking on your makeshift gag. You knew for a fact you wouldn’t be able to keep the noise down on your own. Shoto seemed well aware of this too as he slowly began to resheath himself in your heat, letting you adjust to the painful sensitivity and let your need build back up with each and every inch of him plugging into you. Again, that sweet smile had reached his lips as he got himself buried balls deep. “See? It worked.”

He seemed self satisfied. And it was hard to argue with saliva starting to pool at the back of your throat, dampening the lacey gag. Your hands were free. You could have reached out and removed it, but Shoto decided it was time to return to that pace from earlier without any warning. His hips were snapping up and you felt like you could feel him all the way to your stomach as he rocked you against the wall. You could no longer think about the way you could taste yourself on your panties, couldn’t think about how anyone could catch you two locked away in the closet, couldn’t think at all actually. You couldn’t even fucking see as your eyes rolled back into your skull.

He wasn’t kissing your neck anymore, but instead, focusing on watching your face contort into pleasure and you knew for a fact he was messing with you when he spoke up again with that same steady cadence. “Your eyes are looking weird. What’s wrong?” He questioned, concern etching his voice but he knew. He had made you make this face all the time and maybe he had been concerned the first couple but now he knew. Now he was just doing his very best to get under your skin as you helplessly wriggled your hips down onto him. “Should I stop?”

This little shit.

Don’t you dare! You tried to snap out at him but all that you could get out of your mouth garbled around the fabric and you felt a burst of drool dribble down your chin as you whined and huffed. And Shoto, your loving, caring, sweet, sweet partner found it within himself to fucking laugh. This man who had the poker face of a statue managed to find his sense of humor at your expense while he was balls deep inside of you. It wasn’t a boisterous laugh, hardly more than a chuckle but it was more than he usual produced. And the real kicker was, you were too senseless to even fully enjoy it right now. In contrast to the urgency in which he speared into you, he managed to let a hand move up to help clear the dribble off your face with his thumb before he regained his grasp on your thigh and continued wildly knocking your thoughts out of your head.

“I won’t stop unless you ask me to,” he murmured in reassurance as he dipped his head back down, and you missed the growl he let out against your skin as you trembled and writhed around him. He would have loved to take more time with you, but the event put you at a limit and he wasn’t about to leave his precious lover empty handed. 

He was about to leave you utterly full in fact. 

With the force from his speed keeping you suspended in place, his hand found a spot above your folds and the pad of his thumb found that sweet spot of yours fairly quickly. He groaned deeply in response to the muffled keening you gave off as he rolled your clit under his finger and as he teased and toyed and rammed his cock into your cervix, you gave in to an orgasm that rocked your whole body and he lost himself in tandem. You were filling up with sticky heat as Shoto left one last love bite against the expanse of your shoulder and your body milked him for every drop of his worth. He had to collect himself before he could slowly pull out of you, watching a drop of his essence plop on the ground beneath you.

You were shuddering as he carefully lowered you to the ground, trying to inhale deeper but choking on the concoction of saliva and lace. Shoto was kind enough to help fish out the soiled undergarments and let you flounder for air. 

“Are you alright?” Real concern this time as he brushed the hair out of your face and you were met with that combo of smog and snow as his gaze met yours. 

You slowly managed to nod your head but as you caught your breath and came to your senses, a few realizations hit you at once.

You were still in public.

And you were now filled with wet cum that was starting to leak down your inner thighs.

You moved to clench and you gave a loud whine. “Shoto! Why did you do that? I can’t clean up here.”

He blinked and his head tilted to the side and stared down at you. “Do what?”

Was he for real?

“You- its all up inside me now! How am I supposed to walk around right now? Why couldn’t you have picked somewhere we could wipe down?” You scolded quietly, embarrassment flooding through you at the thought of walking through the party like this. Then you spotted the damp pair of panties Shoto was holding in his hands and another flare of emotions ran through you. You groaned.

“I figured we didn’t want to make a mess in here. Was I wrong?” His brows furrowed and now you were left to believe that he seriously just didn’t think about the implications of his girlfriend having to walk around the rest of the evening filled with his load, and a pair of soaked underwear.

Or maybe his poker face was really just that good.

[the-knights-who-say-book]

Of a Witch, a Gossip, and a Library

The library on the corner of Oak and Vine was an accident. The crown didn’t bother opening libraries this far out west, so far from any of the major cities—so far that the townspeople joked to each other the king might someday forget to send his tax collectors out there, too. So Feldwidth had never had a library before.

When the local witch died a few years back, nobody quite knew what to do with her narrow corner cottage, with its living space upstairs and walls lined with shelves of witchcraft ingrediants on the single ground floor room. The witch hadn’t any children or relatives to continue living there, and nobody else claimed the space in the months after her death. The downstairs room, shelves on all four walls (even on the inside of the door!), just didn’t invite new inhabitants. No one in Feldwidth, except for the general store owner on Main, practiced a trade which required so many shelves, and no one wanted the tedious task of taking them all down.

It was Margorette Clay, who lived just outside the village and came in once a week supposedly to sell produce but mostly just to gossip, who said they ought to get themselves another witch.

“Not like you find them growing in a road ditch,” Jame Clott said irritably, because Margo was leaning against his fence. As far as he was concerned, no one who hadn’t painted that fence themselves were allowed to lean on it.

“Suppose not. Guess that’s only where you find Clotts,” Margo said, and ducked the dirty sheet that Jame had been beating out on the stone path and was about to beat out on her head. Cawing her distinctive laughter, she ran down the street, apron full of apples jostling and jumping with her loping stride.

Jame leaned over his fence to yell after her, “And they find Clays on the streets after it rains, too dumb to get back into the dirt!”

Margo’s laughter drew Catty Loose to the open doorway of her house as sure as if she’d had a ringing bell to announce new gossip. “What’s got Jame worked up?”

“Cause I said you ought to get yourselves a new witch,” Margo said, barely half-truthful as usual. “Buy an apple? They’re almost as blushing pretty as your kitling.”

Catty’s smallest daughter went red and buried herself deeper in her mother’s skirts.

Another kid, barely older, leaned against Margo’s leg and pulled her hand, nearly spilling all the apples from the apron she was holding up. “Why nother witch? What for?”

“Ah, every place ought to have one,” Margo said vaguely. “It’s the way of things. One apple for each of your kitlings, Catty, and I’ll throw two in free.”

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“Margo’s right,” Catty Loose said after temple that Saturday, as the townspeople gathered in the yard to mingle and eat, her arms full of children and another two playing at her feet.

With preternatural hearing, Jame Clott turned from speaking with his husband Willem across the yard to say loudly, “Margorette Clay has never been right once in her life.”

Catty ignored him. “We ought to get a new witch. Sooner or later we’ll want one.”

“That’s crap,” Jame said, coming into the circle that surrounded Catty, which seemed to be half made up of her own children. “What’ll we want a witch for? No one’s been cursed in ages.”

“Aida Macintosh,” someone put in.

“Aida Macintosh ate the red berries by the stream. That’s not a curse so much as a punishment for stupidity.”

No one could really disagree.

“Need one for love shpells,” a tiny Loose kitling named Alfed suggested.

Jame crouched down, his face softening, to look into his small, earnest face. “Love spells are a gross affront against consent and should have been outlawed years ago,” he said gently.

Little Alfed Loose sneezed in his face.

“For getting a baby when you can’t make one yourself,” Mendy Hark said, one hand squeezing her daughter’s shoulder protectively.

Jame, wiping his face, didn’t say anything.

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“So how’s one get a witch anyway?” Lukey Keening asked, continuing the conversation from several days ago without preamble, as he tended to do. He and his overly long teenage limbs were sprawled in the grass of the meadow where the families of Oak street gathered once a week for a community meal, conspicuously not helping.

The eldest Loose girl, siblings hoisted on either hip, made a thoughtful sound. “You don’t get one, I think, they get you.”

“I don’t wanna get gotten,” one child on her hip sniffled.

“That’s only bad witches that get you,” Lukey said.

Lettie sighed. “No, I mean, you don’t do something to get a witch, they come to you.”

“That’s right, girly,” Margo Clay said from her perch watching over a pot of stew on the open fire. She had not been invited. Like witches, Margo simply appeared without being fetched. “But I tell you what, you can make them know you want one.”

“How’s that?” Daff Keening asked, arms crossed over his comfortably large belly. His sudden and stout presence made his son scramble up and pretend to be busy helping Lettie wrangle several children, all of whom resembled her as nesting dolls resemble the one they fit inside.

“You make a place ready for her.” Margo’s brash tone, as ever, drew more people from their tasks to pay attention to her. “Like baiting a trap. Can’t expect a mouse to walk into your trap unless you make it look inviting.”

“What do you know about mice?” Sal Hark asked skeptically.

“They’re close relatives of hers,” Jame Clott said, unable to resist. “The better question is, what does she know about witches?”

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Margo Clay was an incorrigible gossip, but people who liked gossip liked Margo, so she was listened to anyway.

Catty Loose sent Lettie  to sweep the empty store and dust the unnecessary amount of shelves. Lukey Keening tagged along to clean the small windows and help keep three small Looses in hand. The gaggle of children in and around the shop drew Jame Clott to poke his head in and see what was going on.

“Well! It looks clean, but it doesn’t look like a witch’s shop,” he declared.

“He’s right, Mama,” Lettie told her mother that evening. “I tossed out all the shriveled up herbs she had in there when I cleaned the shelves. Some of them had crumbled near into dust. But with the shelves empty it doesn’t look much like a witch’s place.”

Catty relayed this to the Macintoshes, who were eager for a replacement witch, in case anybody got cursed like Aida had last year.

“Mmhmm,” Catty said to that.

“I think the Harks have the magic books the old witch left,” Theo Macintosh said. “We can put those in there.”

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Sal Hark brought the books around the shop a few days later, squinting in the sunshine at the man who was already there. “Hey, Jame. Witch showed up yet?”

Jame Clott startled back from the window he was peering through. “Nah, no witch is coming.”

Sal let out a whistle of agreement, but his smile was amused, like he thought Jame was wrong.

“Not with the shop looking that shoddy, anyway,” Jame said with a sniff. “There isn’t even a sign.”

“Blew down in a storm a few years ago, I think,” Sal said. “We know what shop it is, anyhow. Not like we’ve got shops every which way.”

“The witch wouldn’t know, since she’s new,” Jame said testily. If the whole town was going to take up Margo’s logic, they had better be consistent.

“Tell you what, then, you ought to paint a new sign. You’re the only one here who knows which end of a paintbrush goes where.”

Jame shook his head and waved goodbye. He wasn’t making a sign for an empty shop, a shop that would remain empty.

That night he saw Willem look out their kitchen window at that empty shop, something sad and wistful in his eyes, several times during their quiet dinner. Their dinners were always quiet, though they told each other about their days in detail, and debated if Margo’s pumpkins were any good at length. It was the quiet of something missing, the kind of quiet the Loose’s house down the street, full to the brim, had never known.

“Sal Hark said I should paint a sign for the witch’s shop, to make her want to come,” Jame said, surprising himself.

Willem tore his eyes away from the window and looked at him. After a moment, he smiled. “Face it, Jame, they won’t get her to come without your help.”

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Jame put up the new sign next week, his back so stiff-straight that nobody dared tease him about coming round to Margo’s thinking, though several people gathered across the street to watch.

The sign was big and square and sturdy, and painted on both sides was an open tome with stylized curls of magic shooting from it. Willem held the ladder steady while he hung it up, and Jame felt almost hopeful. Through the shining little windows passersby could see the neat shop room and the witch’s small collection of spell books sitting on one of the many shelves, and it looked almost inviting.

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Margo, who lived outside town, was the first one to realize someone had come to town overnight.

“Your witch is here!” she crowed, all but dancing down Oak Street in the early morning. “What did I tell you? Make it nice and she’ll come!”

“Quiet your racket,” said an irritable Jame, poking his head out his door. “Witch isn’t the word I’d use for you.”

“Wheel tracks!” she yelled at him. “Fresh wheel tracks down the road before I left my farm! Who brings a cart into town except for me and the tax collector? And the tax collector wouldn’t have set up shop in there!” She pointed one victorious finger at the corner shop where Jame’s sign swayed gently in the breeze. A rickety wooden cart was collapsed on the ground below it.

Jame opened his mouth but couldn’t think of anything to say.

Down the street, Catty Loose stuck her head out the window. “Margo, what are you whooping about? Oh my—Lettie! Lettie, find my shawl!” Her head ducked back inside, and before the last copper curl had followed it out the window, she was rushing out the front door, Lettie close on her heels.

Jame snapped his mouth shut and hurried after Margo, Catty, and Lettie, following them to the corner shop. A sleepy bundle of Loose kitlings, a couple of Keenings, a herd of Macintoshes and even a Hark or two were all heading in the same direction.

Someone had moved into the witch’s shop.

There were muddy shoe prints down the stone path, a new blue-checked curtain drawn over the window, and Margo standing triumphantly in front of the house, hands on her hips. “Didn’t I tell you! Didn’t I!”

“So you did,” said Sal Hark, “but quiet, Margo, or you’ll wake her up. She must’ve come in dead of night.”

Margo ignored him. “Well, I hope you all remember this. When I’m right, I’m right!”

Behind her, the witch’s door cracked open.

The girl who opened it was no older than Lettie Loose, and probably younger. Her face was nervous, but as she took in the crowd outside her door, it broke into a shy smile. “Oh. Hello. I didn’t expect... I’m not all set up yet. But I suppose the library can be open now if you want.”

“What?” said Margo.

“Library?” said Catty.

“I knew it,” said Jame. “You didn’t catch yourself a witch. You caught a librarian.”

Margo glared at him, apparently lost for words.

The girl looked back and forth between them. “I’m sorry?”

Margo rounded on her. “A librarian! Is that what you are? Then you have to leave. We’re waiting for a witch.”

The girl’s mouth opened and shut, her eyes big, and then she looked down and sniffed.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Jame snapped, a protectiveness in his voice so fierce that Margo took a step back from both him and the girl. He glared around him, making sure no one else was going to follow Margo’s lead, and then turned back to the girl. All anger dropped out of his face immediately, replaced by a gentle warmth. “Have you got family?”

“Not anymore,” she said. “I’m... I’ve just been taking my library around. That’s my family. I thought we could stay here, maybe, If that’s alright.”

“That’s just fine. We’ve never had a library before, we’re all real grateful you came. Come have breakfast.” He didn’t wait for an answer, already thinking of having a full kitchen, and Willem no longer staring out the window, and needing to find more eggs for breakfast, and who in town might have extra shoes to replace the worn-thin boots on her feet.

A layer of tension seemed to slough off her. She stepped out of her doorway and a few feet onto the path to follow Jame, then paused. Looking back at them, she said, “When you take a book, write the title and your name in the ledger, and return it in two weeks.”

Skipping to catch up with Jame, she grabbed his hand with an easy sort of trust. She turned her face up to him. “If it’s not for a library, why is it full of shelves? Why were there already books there? Why does it have a book sign?”

“Sometimes,” Jame said, “People think they’re waiting for one thing, but they’re really waiting for another.”

“Were you?” she asked.

He saw the moment Willem noticed them through the window, saw hope dawn in his eyes as he watched them come up the path; his husband, and a girl who looked like she needed a home.

“No,” he said. “We were waiting exactly for you.”

[medeafive]

The BW movie has made me get back into a few old writing projects and one of them is an early medieval AU (talked about it here) set on the border between Christian and pagan territories. It’s nowhere near done but I wanted to share some of it, so here’s the beginning! Enjoy :)

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He's still not sure whether he drew the short straw or the long straw in this whole thing. She's pretty, that's for sure, red hair and fair skin, small and somehow very round. He hasn't spoken a word with her, however, since she doesn't know their language. All communication with her, her father and her tribe has flown through a blonde woman named Sharon, who has learned their language from a missionary (who was largely unsuccessful but at least not sacrificed to the pagan gods like some before him were rumored to have been).

It's very clear that this is a matter of utmost urgency to them, if the tribal leader is willing to marry off his only daughter and give up their ancestral stele to demonstrate their conversion to Christianity. Of course, it is very unfortunate to be a pagan tribe just at the border to the Christian territories. And then the hordes of soldiers traveling to reclaim the Holy Land and to spread Christianity. Must cause an existential nervousness about whether you are next. Which they eventually would be, no doubt. Better to surrender now mostly on their terms than to be annexed and forced into submission later.

And these are their terms: the daughter of their leader marries the brother of the king (which, fine, whatever Sam wants), they give up their idols and collectively convert to Christianity, and in return nobody comes and invades them. Seems fair. Their offspring will thus rule the eastern tribe while Sam's eventual offspring will succeed the throne. That's the plan at least.

The blonde woman, Sharon, keeps whispering in his bride's ear, probably explaining and translating what the minstrels are singing. Sam, walking next to him, looks very serious. Radomil, the father of the bride, is hard to read, as always, but seems kind of sad, or solemn at least, at selling their ancestral religion for their survival. The bride to be, honestly, he has no idea. She seems fine. A little shy, smiling politely and never ever saying a word. Well, he can't look over his shoulder for too long.

The priest is already waiting in front of the closed doors of the church with the usual questions. If there's one thing they're definitely not, it's related. Sam gives him a stern look, as if that would make him answer more directly. The dowry is read aloud by Sharon, consisting of some land, a substantial amount of silver and the heretic stele which will be destroyed the following day in another symbolic ceremony. He hands the bride a small bag of gold which she will distribute among the needy as soon as Sharon whispers in her ear to do so. The priest steps forward and baptizes her to the name of Natalia, referring to the birth of Christ. They then say their vows, Sharon for Natalia who merely nods. He places the ring on Natalia's right hand and she starts distributing the symbolic coins. Then the church doors finally open.

Sharon does not step with them under the canopy of cloth, because that would really be too much, and so Natalia does not understand a word of the mass and the prayers. She sort of moves her lips along, smiling at him nervously. She's really short, dressed in blue, symbolizing purity but also accentuating her burning red hair. It's probably going to be fine and they're not going to bother each other too much. It's not like they're going to talk a lot. And Sam gets the close relation to the eastern tribe as well as relief from the pressure of the church to spread the faith. In fact, christianizing a whole tribe will increase their standing among the Christian rulers. So they all do what they have to.

When that is all through, the priest gives him the kiss of peace and he turns to Natalia to kiss her rather awkwardly. She smiles at him encouragingly which makes it slightly less bad. The priest pronounces a blessing and then they're through.

Yeah. It's probably going to be fine.

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It's a lavish feast, of course, becoming of their standing. Natalia, as is now her name, does not speak a word, other than whispering to Sharon to her left. Sharon is going to stay, at least, as lady-in-waiting. Bucky drinks too much, despite Sam's stern looks. There's food and drink and gifts, all broiling together. It takes forever, especially the awkward silence to his left, but then it's over and they leave for the bedchambers. Which is a whole other disaster just waiting to happen.

Somebody tries to snatch Natalia's garter on the way out, which startles her enormously, but he steers her away from that and gives that person a warning look. Sharon ushers her out before he can and the two retreat to the bedchamber, shutting the door more or less in his face, and he is left to wait while they take care of the clothing situation. God. He drinks more wine.

Sam shows up, rather quietly, and takes the glass from him. "No need to panic. Just, whatever you do, don't be yourself."

Bucky snorts. "Gee, thanks. What do you even know?"

"Nothing," Sam admits. Which is a whole other story. "The festivities are not going to end for a while, but I'll go down and write a little. Her father already left. Just don't ruin it, then everything will be fine."

"That seems like circular logic," Bucky argues back, brushing his fingers through his hair. "Yeah, whatever. Go downstairs, if you so desire."

"You do know the dressing and undressing part takes forever," Sam points out, sipping on the stolen wine. "Yes, I will leave you to it. Don't trip on your nerves."

Very helpful indeed. He really dreads this door opening. But also, he just wants to get it over with. Consummate the union or whatever. Be done with it and then figure out an arrangement acceptable to them both. Let Sam deal with the political questions of their relations to the newly christianized tribe. He's done his part. Or almost so.

It still takes an eternity until the door opens and Sharon emerges with some clothes thrown over her arm. She smiles at him politely, as she always does, and disappears without a word. He takes a deep breath and goes inside.

The newly baptized Natalia is sitting on the bed in a white nightgown, loosely fitting, her hair down and curling like crazy. She actually looks comfortable, more so than he feels, that's for sure. She smiles at him invitingly and he remembers she won't understand a word he says. He takes another deep breath and closes the door behind him.

Natalia skirts to the foot of the bed, waiting until he approaches, then pulling him in by his hand to sit on the bed, back to her. Her hands run over his shoulders down his sides, up his chest while she starts nosing his neck, breathing against his skin. He can't help but get goosebumps. She seems so much more sure of this than he does, like she just intuitively knows what to do. Or maybe Sharon told her as well. Who knows, really. He already left the coat outside so she unbuttons his vest with nimble fingers until he is merely in a simple shirt. He virtually can't move, or see her, for that matter. Her hands wander down to his belt. She kisses his neck and down to his shoulder, giving him goosebumps again. All right, maybe this will go better than just not ruining it. He groans when her hand slips into his breeches. Didn't even notice she had already opened his belt. Oh God, this feels good. Oh God. He's already warm all over. Her hand moves very calmly, getting all remaining clothing out of the way. Holy Christ. He must be burning.

She makes a purring, guttural sound right next to his ear, giving him goose bumps again. Her hand keeps stroking his loins and beyond. He's never felt anything like this. Like he's going to boil over, to explode. She edges him on, very purposeful in her movements. He groans loudly, head dropping back, eyes falling closed. Surrendering. And that's when he feels something cold press into his inner thigh.

He jerks, automatically, held in place by her stubborn hand. "If you don't hold still," she hisses into his ear. "I'll cut you and you'll bleed to death."

He almost laughs, utterly delighted by this surreal turn of events. None of this makes any sense. Like a fever dream. "What the hell are you doing? You don't even know the language."

"Yeah, sure," she returns sarcastically, pressing a second knife to his throat. Oh, yeah, she's serious. "Now shut up and listen to me, unless you want to bleed out on the floor."

"What's this supposed to be?" he asks with amusement. Probably too drunk for any of this to be real. "A rebellion? A coup?"

The knife against his thigh presses in deeper and he remembers there's an artery there. Yeah, he'd bleed out fairly quickly. She knows what she's doing. None of which, unfortunately, turns him off. "Shut up. I'm going to get our balvan back, the balvan of my people that our ancestors have worshipped for generations, so that our ancestral god can return to his temple-"

"The stele?" he interrupts her. "Big wooden thingy? That's what you're talking about?"

She snorts. "You are not going to destroy the dwellings of our gods. I will not let that happen. My people will not lose their faith in the spirits of their land, the earth, the water, the stars, the-"

"So, what's your plan?" he asks. "I assume you thought this through at least somewhat."

"You will give me the balvan," she states. "Or I will kill you."

"Solid," he acknowledges. "But I don't have your stele."

She snorts again, knife pressing into his throat. "Then I will drag you to the one who has it. And if you get dumb ideas, I'll cut you."

*************************

They make it down the stairs rather awkwardly, considering also that he is halfway undressed and she is in a nightgown which is about the same as half-naked. She probably has more knives under that. Somewhere. There's not a single guard to be seen, all down at the feast. Excellent planning, really.

She makes him push open the door to Sam's study and he is either too drunk, too lovesick or too amused to do anything other than whatever she says. And so they stumble into the dimly lit room, in a state of undress, the knives clearly visible, and yeah, with his pants down. Sam looks utterly flabbergasted. "Hey," Bucky says like a total moron. "She wants the stele back."

"Or I'll cut him," Natalia adds, though he gets the feeling she probably wasn't serious about the name.

Sam blinks a few times in rapid succession, then rubs his eyes, clearly not believing them. "Look, I get it, I also feel like slitting his throat sometimes, but-"

"Thanks," Bucky interrupts sarcastically.

"You will give me the balvan," Natalia demands. "And you will let us leave. Or else."

"I thought you didn't even speak our language!" Sam complains, further rubbing his eyes.

She snorts. "Oh, sure. You think you can just come in and take our land and our gods and our families, and we're just going to stand by like sheep, no, you will give us back what is ours, you will not encroach on-"

"I think she has a bit of a temper," Bucky remarks.

"You idiot," Sam sighs, getting up slowly. "All right. I will give you the stele. The balvan."

The knives press in a bit more, probably smelling a rat. She has to peek around him to see anything. "And you will let us leave."

"Who is we?" Sam questions. "Fine. But don't think that makes your marriage void, you won't get rid of him that easily."

Another door opens and Sharon steps in with two bags. Sam snorts. "Oh, I see. Does your father know what you're doing?"

"None of your business," Natalia hisses. "Just give her the balvan."

Sam carefully takes an object from a counter, wrapped in cloth, about the length of an arm. "Give that to me," Sharon mutters, holding out her hands. "Yes."

"This is not going to work," Sam remarks. "You know that, right? You seem smart, you must know. This is not going to change anything."

Sharon carefully stuffs the stele into one of the bags, half of it sticking out on top. "Don't tell us what to do," Natalia returns. "Now let us go."

"Oh, come on," Sam sighs. "You're not going to drag him out into the court like that."

"I'll drag him wherever I need him," Natalia returns, pushing him forward. "We're taking the back exit."

Sharon watches her back. Sam rolls his eyes as Bucky is pushed down the halls into the court. The festivities are still ongoing - the festivity being his wedding night which has gone horribly wrong - but there are some guards at the gate who look seriously disturbed at the sight before their eyes. Sam gesticulates to get their attention. "Hey! Give them two horses. Better make it quick."

The guards stare. Bucky is too drunk to be embarrassed. Natalia does not give an inch. "Two horses!" Sam repeats. "Right now! That's an order."

One of them disappears into the stables. Natalia seems a little nervous, or at least twitchy. Which is bad, given that she's holding two knives that could wound him fatally with a flick of her wrist. "Not how I imagined this going," he mutters.

She snorts. "Yeah? Your problem."

It takes awfully long, again. At least nobody else comes into the court to witness his humiliation. A guard emerges with two horses who also seem fairly confused, just as everyone else. Natalia pushes him in that direction, towards the gate, Sharon hurrying along with the bags. "Open the gate!"

The guard stares at her in utter confusion. Sam sighs. "Do as she says. We don't want her to cut my dear brother, do we."

Thanks, really. The guards look at each other, an order is an order, then proceed to open the gate. Natalia pulls him toward the horse. Sharon climbs on the other without needing any help, securing the bags. The hangbridge is lowering slowly, as if it's not quite sure that's the right thing to do. Natalia waits anxiously, blades dipping in yet a bit more, grazing his skin. She's put him between her and the guards.

The hangbridge drops, crossing the moat. She pushes him forward suddenly, toward the guards, jumps on the horse and then they're already galloping away, her nightgown riding up to her knees. Sam looks away dutifully. The guards are still flabbergasted. And Bucky, finally, gets to pull up his pants.

"We could get them," a guard tentatively suggests. "If we rode after them - my king."

"No," Sam replies. "They'll be with their tribe very soon. I don't want an open confrontation."

The guards stare after the horses disappearing into the night. Bucky saunters back to the back entrance where Sam is standing, who snorts. "Yeah, you were very helpful, you idiot."

"I'm sorry," Bucky returns with amusement. "I'm pretty sure she would have cut my dick off."

Sam sighs. "Well. She'll either come back or she'll start a rebellion."

Bucky snorts. "Oh yeah. A coin toss, really."

[angelsswirl]

Been Through

Chapter 3: Hate is on me

(Uh) And that's a long ass ride. Mindlessly going around until I close my eyes.

"You need friends."

"You're not my friend?"

"No. I'm your nanny. You pay me. I can't be your friend. That's like prostitution or something."

You paused in your vegetable chopping for a beat, "Yeah. And I don't associate with people who are as dumb as rocks, so maybe you have a point."

"Hey! I heard that."

"Not like I whispered it."

Lily's nanny, Kiara, scowled at you, she covered Lily's ears dramatically.

"You're a bitch, you know that?" Lily attempted to wiggle out of the hold.

"I'm mean, not evil."

"What does that even mean?"

You blinked in surprised. It completely slipped your mine that she wouldn't understand the reference. That was between you and Lisa.

"Sorry. Inside joke."

Kiara only shrugged. She tickled Lily's sides before letting the four year old run off deeper into the house, more than likely on her way to the playroom.

"So, how was your date?" Kiara leaned on the counter next to where you were still preparing dinner.

"It wasn't a date."

"You meeting a girl for coffee? Sounds like a date to me." Kiara crossed her arms in front of herself.

"You're not my friend, remember? Even if it was a date. I wouldn't tell you."

"If you didn't pay me so well, I would've quit ages ago."

"Oh! That's all I have to do to get rid of you?! I could've been saving money this entire time."

"Fuck you."

"You're not my type."

"Anyway."

"Are you staying for dinner?" You asked.

"Nope. I actually do have a date." Kiara smirked then went to grab her belongings.

"Ok. Have fun! Please don't get murdered. Lily would be highly upset."

"Haha! Bye bye, Boss." With that Kiara pranced out of the door.

You laughed to yourself, before continuing to make dinner for you and your child.

~~~~

"So, how long are you going to pretend like you're mad at Y/N?" Jisoo jumped on top of Jennie who had been resting peacefully under the covers of her bed.

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh don't play that game with me."

Jennie rolled her eyes.

"What is it that you think you know?"

"I know that you're still in love with Y/N. I know that you're being stubborn and acting like she's the devil incarnate. I know that Lisa has a "playdate" with Y/N and the rugrat in like the next week. I know that if you keep being an asshole you're going to get left in the dust, and regret that you didn't even try to fix things." Jisoo spoke softly, her concern lay with both of her members. She wasn't picking sides, but Jennie's sulking was starting to get on her nerves.

"What if the kid isn't mine?"

"So what? The kid isn't yours, you mate with Y/N, you're a stepmom. Big whoop." Jisoo quite frankly didn't understand the problem. Her and Rosé were omegas, it was kind of their natural instinct to be fine with children no matter the source.

"You wouldn't get it. It's an alpha thing I guess." Jennie huffed. In all honesty, she didn't really care if Lily was hers or Lisa's. She more cared about the fact that if she pursued you again that her heart would get shattered to peices. Just like the first time.

"That's dumb. You're dumb. If you like the girl, go get the girl. I'm not above singing Kiss The Girl from The Little Mermaid directly into you ear until you call her." Jisoo poked a finger into Jennie's side, causing her to squirm.

"Fine. I'll call her."

"Good. I'm going to go bother Lisa so no one assumes I'm picking sides."

With that Jisoo left, leaving Jennie to stare blankly at her shining phone screen.

~~~

BLACKPINK were on a break at the moment. Which was good for you because it meant their schedules weren't nearly as full as they might have been otherwise.

But it was also very, very bad, because it meant that they were bored, and you were their closest friend this side of the Pacific Ocean.

Lisa sat crisscrossed on the floor of your house. Lily was attempting to teach her this game she had made up about five minutes before that made absolutely no sense. You commend Lisa for being a good sport.

"Lily, do you know who BLACKPINK are?" You're not sure if that was Lisa's curiosity getting the better of her or if she finally got bored of the incoherent game.

"The colors. Yes. I know them. I am smart like my Mommy. Would you like me to spell them for you?" You were pretty sure Lily didn't know how to spell either of those words, but you were pretty excited to see what she came up with.

"Not the colors, Silly." Lisa poked at Lily's sides, making the child giggle loudly, "I mean the music group."

"No. I only listen to Baby Shark. It's my favorite. Did BLACKPINK make Baby Shark!?" Lily's eyes widened in awe.

"No. But I gave it the performance of a lifetime once." Lisa mumbled that last part to herself, but you heard it and let out an almost identical giggle to your daughter's.

"You want to dance with me?" Lily nodded so fast you had to grab her head so she wouldn't give herself whiplash.

Lisa smiled in return and grabbed her phone. You assumed she was procuring a playlist.

You recognized the first song almost immediately, and can't help but feel like she did it on purpose. It was, after all, your favorite.

"Kick It? Really?"

Lisa put her hands up in mock surrender, "I pressed shuffle."

Lisa most definitely did not press shuffle.

Soon both Lisa and Lily are deep in the throws of their dance party.

There's a knock at your door, and you frown. You hadn't been expecting anyone else, but again the girls were bored so you wouldn't be surprised if it was Rosé or Jisoo.

You opened the door without any further thought.

"Jennie?"

At this point you're sure you were a serial killer in a past life. What else could explain the misfortune you're experiencing in this one?

Jennie and Lisa and your kid....

You stifled a scream deep in your throat.

"Hey."

"Hey."

Jennie raised a skeptical eyebrow, "Can I come in?"

"....Sure." You hoped your anxiety wasn't as palpable as you thought it was.

Jennie entered with something close to a smile. A smile that turned into....not a smile when she walked fully into your living room.

"Hey, Jennie!" Lisa greeted, she didn't stop dancing, and neither did Lily.

"You gonna join them? I have a feeling they won't stop until Lisa's phone dies or one of them does. Whichever comes first."

Jennie eyed you for a second, then turned back to the duo in front of her. After a second she shrugged, "Might as well."

You laughed as the three of them bounced unceremoniously around your livingroom for a good 25 minutes before something occurred to you.

You had blatantly lied to Lisa's face.

You didn't know which one of them was  Lily's mom. It, of course, had to be one of them. Unless you were the virgin Mary. You had only ever had sex with two people, and that was Jennie and Lisa.

You could have told Lisa the truth. You could have if you were fine with looking like a slut, but you weren't, so you lied.

When you first found out you were pregnant you had just assumed you would have just known when Lily was born. Mother's intuition or something, but that didn't happen. You couldn't just look at her and tell. She looked like a smaller version of you. Your own mother joked that you had cloned yourself.

So, no, you didn't know. And now, four years later, you're too afraid to find out.

You decided to let the three of them tire out, while you went to your room to think.

You would have thought you'd hear the footsteps following you, but you were lost in your thoughts and Jennie was sneaky when she wanted to be.

You sat on your bed, Jennie appeared in the doorway a second later. She didn't say anything.

"Why are you here?" You asked.

"I wanted to talk to you. I didn't know Lisa would be here today."

You dragged your eyes up to her face, "Then talk."

Jennie moved to sit next to you on the bed.

"I'm sorry. I've been an ass. I was mad, for the wrong reasons and I was taking it out on you the other day in the store."

"I just up and left with a kid. You're allowed to be mad about that."

"I know. That's not what I was talking about."

Jennie doesn't elaborate and you don't ask her to.

"Well, I accept your apology."

"Thanks." Jennie turned to face you better, "I do still want to talk more over dinner."

"Kid or no kid?"

Jennie chuckled, "I'll let you dictate that."

"No kid it is, then." You both laugh, though, you're being completely serious.

"I missed this." You said softly.

"I missed you."

Before you can react, Jennie's lips are on yours. Your reflex is to kiss her back and you don't hesitate to appease the instinct.

A few moments later you break apart.

"What was that for?" You asked a bit breathlessly.

Jennie shrugged, "Just wanted to get to you first."

You blushed a deep red, "Well, I hope it was worth it."

[gyllenhaalics]

Perks of Being Good - Ch 1

(FINALLY, I DELAYED THIS POST TO ADD A SMALL PART AT THE END)

(This chapter happened prior to the Prologue. It is mostly Jake & reader’s first time, with a little hinting at Chris & reader)

Prologue | Chapter 1

Pairing: Mob boss!Jake x associate!reader, hitman!C.Evans x reader Summary: Your father died taking a bullet for one of Jake’s men. So naturally, you take your father’s place as an associate. And Jake honors your father’s last wish by protecting you. He might have gone a little too far with his protection.

Universal warnings:  Innocent/corruption kink, power exchange, daddy kink, p0rn with plot (that you can ignore), AU-typical violence.

Chapter warnings: oral (female receiving), edging, rough sex, degrading

Tags: @gyll-yee-haw​, @realovesthings​, @gyllenwh0re​, @angelic-holland​, @pining-and-tired​ (please let me know if you don’t want to be in the tag list)

Disclaimer: I do not own anyone whose name appears in this story. 

Word count: 2.2k

Thinking back about it, it was a dumb idea to blindly follow two strange, visibly armed men to their car. Your body was still in such a state of shock at that point, and you were trying to digest the information they had told you. They let you sit in the back seat while Chris was the driver, and Jake, whom Chris referred to as boss, was in the passenger seat.

"I didn't know my father was part of the mob."

You hesitated at the words. The air around these men overwhelmed you so much you thought like you were going to break. Even with a distance between you and them, you couldn't help but feel like a lost lamb in the wolf den. That was a tacky analogy, but the way their eyes crawling all over you through the rearview mirror gave you an odd feeling in your stomach.

"He wasn't. He was an associate, a considerably valuable one."

Jake turned around to you as he responded, and the strange sensation inside you started bubbling again. You instinctively pulled the coat he had put on you, clutching it at your chest. You could have sworn that the corner of his mouth curved up as if he was pleased with your reaction. Evans watched you through the mirror and chuckled in amusement.

"Relax, love. We won't lay a single finger on you. Unless you want us to, that is. I know I'd be happy to oblige."

Inexperienced as you might be, you weren't a child anymore. Of course, you understood Chris's suggestive language. You mustered the remain of your mental strength to shut your legs as tight as you could, something you regretted telling Jake years later because he teased you relentlessly for it. Princess, he mocked, remember how you wanted to open your legs for me so badly you had to fight yourself to stop?

...

Everything was going well for you after that. Jake put you in the care of Maggie. She gave you a place to stay. She allowed you to work for her as a lawyer and an errand girl. It was like your father was still alive, learning to be a lawyer from him, running errands when he needed it. There was only one problem.

The strange feeling deep inside you was getting unbearable. You often found yourself tensing at the presence of the men that saved your life, especially the boss. With Chris, it wasn't so bad. Still the same overwhelming atmosphere, but his eyes were gentler. Plus, his playful mannerisms somewhat helped you relax. Jake, on the other hand, was a whole different story. He was never shy away from practically peeling your clothes with his eyes.

To make things worse, you weren't repulsed by it. There was even a part of you basking in the attention. You often daydreamed, but it hardly ever went beyond kisses and caresses. There might be more primal things, though you locked them all away.

...

One day, Jake just decided to show up at Maggie's place and told you he wanted to talk. He seemed so restless. But you failed to see why he would need to take you back to his house, merely for that.

"Just some paperwork. I'll bring her back as soon as we're done."

"Jake, if it's just paperwork, have her do it here."

Maggie was smiling, but her tone sounded like a warning. Jake had lines he would never cross, his sister being one of them. He looked at you behind the stacks of paper. Her words hit him, and Jake took a step back.

"I know this is very sudden. If you're too busy, I'll find someone else."

"Right, honey. You don't have to go if you don't want to."

That was your chance to back out. You would be stupid not to take it, which was why you were standing in the middle of his living room. Okay, that was the second dumbest choice, right after following strangers to their car.

"You had a chance to say no back then, yet you agreed to come with me. I'll tell you exactly what Maggie told you. If you don't want this, you can still go now."

Jake placed his hand on the door handle, keeping it opened. He could tell you understood the meaning of his words, seeing how your shoulders were so tensed, and your hands were clutching one another.

"Don't we have paperwork to do, sir."

You jumped when the door got slammed shut. He took two long strides and soon towered in front of you. His fingers caressed your cheeks, feeling the rising heat on your skin before lifting your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"Do you understand what's going to happen next?"

You tried to answer him, but the only thing escaping your mouth was a soft whimper. His eyes tensed at the sound. You felt his fingers turning into a tight grip at your jaw. His voice grew deeper, almost like growling.

"Let me put it into words for you. You're going to take your clothes off, spread your legs for me, and take my cock like the good girl you are. You want that, don't you."

"Y- Yes."

"Answer me properly!"

"Yes, sir."

"You're going to let me fuck your little cunt however I want."

"Yes, sir."

"And let me fill you up with my come."

"Yes, sir."

You almost cried out at your third answer. His words turned into vivid images in your head, even though you had never had this kind of experience before. You absent-mindedly rubbed your thighs together, feeling your panties dampening.

"Don't worry, princess. Let go of everything and leave yourself to me. I'll take good care of you."

With his free hand, Jake ripped your blouse opened with an excessive force, and your bra was next. He took in the sight of your exposed skin for a moment. His hand let go of your face, and he wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you closer to him. He started leaving a trail of kisses and nibbles from your neck, down to your soft breasts. His lips wrapped around each of your nipples and sucked on them, creating the most obscene sounds you'd ever heard.

While you were still hazy from his touch, he tore off your skirt and panties with one swift movement. His hand found its way between your legs, fingers stroking your slit, occasionally pushing the tip of his index inside your tight, wet hole.

"So wet already, princess? So eager to take my cock, huh? Too bad, you'll need to learn to beg for it first."

He pulled a fist full of your hair, firmly, but not so hard that it would hurt, and dragged you to the leather sofa. He propped you up on one side, letting you lean back on the armrest. Now that you didn't have to support yourself on your trembling feet, you did as he told and spread your thighs, giving him a better look at your dripping pussy.

"You've learned well, princess. I think you deserve a reward."

You were delirious. Jake alternated between rubbing your clit in short, rough strokes, and smacking it to disrupt your flow of pleasure. You whimpered uncontrollably when his fingers grind against your swollen spot. And every time he struck you, you cried out and arched your back. You closed your legs on accident while you were twisting and shaking, trying to find release.

"Keep your legs opened, or we're gonna do this all day."

He hit your mound harshly several times, hands pinning your thighs to your chest.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as you feel him lapping up your pussy, dragging his tongue across your lips and tugging on your clit with his teeth. Every time he gave you a long upward lick, his stubble left red marks on your inner thighs and scratched on your entrance deliciously.

Right when you were about to reach your orgasm, the pleasure was gone completely. Jake was observing you the whole time. He didn't miss a single sound coming out of your mouth, nor did he miss the way your muscles were clenching under his tongue.

"You still have a lot to learn, princess."

You heard the clicking noise of his belt, and right after that, his rockhard cock rested on your swollen clit. He started to brush his tip up and down your entrance, making sure to knead your clit with the head once in a while.

"First of all, a good girl isn't allowed to come without my permission."

He tapped the tip on your clit, earning a soft moan from you. You wanted to move so badly, just to get a little more friction.

"Second of all, a good girl should be fucking grateful for my cock, and subsequently, my come inside her."

As he said that, he dipped the head inside your entrance. You felt your walls contracting greedily, trying to suck him in.

"Last but not least, as I've said before. And I don't want to keep repeating myself. If you want something, you gotta beg for it."

Your mouth kept opening and closing like a dying fish struggling for air. Your pussy was throbbing so much, and you couldn't think of anything but getting fucked into pieces by his hot and heavy cock.

"Please, sir- can't- I can't take it anymore! Please make me come! Please fuck my pussy with your cock."

Just when you thought you were going to break, Jake grabbed your hip and slammed into you with full force, sending an electric shock through your body. He didn't move right away, instead, he stilled himself inside you.

"How pathetic. I've just entered, and you came immediately. Can't even control yourself, princess?"

Your orgasm was so violent your entire body was trembling non-stop. You were reduced a blabbing mess, and couldn't even hold back your tears. Not until you heard a low, raspy moan on top of your head that you realized he had started to move.

"Fuck. You feel so good around my cock, so fucking tight."

You were so exhausted from your climax that you could barely move. Fortunately for you, he seemed done torturing you. No more abrupt movement, no more deriving you of your release. He thrust into you with a certain rhythm, seemingly focused on looking for something.

A jolt of pleasure pulled you out of your hazy dream. You whimpered sweetly as he pounded into a specific spot. You could feel another wave of orgasm rising inside your stomach.

"If you keep- that- I'll break..."

"Tell me to stop and I'll stop."

You opened your mouth but couldn't get any words out. You threw your head back as he fucked into you at a brutal speed. You nailed dug into his forearms for support. You were almost euphoric. At that moment, you were ready to let go of everything and give him full control over you, ready to let him break you apart and put you back together, so long as you can get the satisfaction you crave.

"That's it, baby girl. Come again around daddy's cock."

You cried out as you let your body get swept over by the second wave of climax. Jake bent down to capture your lips, drinking in your moans and screams.

Jake pulled his cock out right before he came. His thumb dug into your entrance, pushing the lips apart. Your gaping pussy hadn't recovered, still contracting around nothing.

"Fuck, your ruined little pussy still wants to milk my cock so badly, pathetic little thing."

He pressed his cock against your pussy and jerked it a few times. His finger kept your entrance opened, letting streams of thick, white come spilled into your little hole. You came twice, but it felt empty somehow.

"What? Not even a thank you?"

"Thank you, daddy."

"For?"

"For fucking my pussy with your cock."

"Good girl. Next time you want daddy to fill you up nice and deep, you'd better beg properly. You got that, princess?"

Another male voice cut you off as you were about to reply to Jake.

"Aww, I thought she did a fantastic job. You're being too hard on her, boss."

"Back already, Evans?

"So this is the reason why you suddenly sent me on a God-forsaken mission."

Your eyes widened at the sight of Chris sitting across the room, sprawling on the armchair, with a large bulge visible on his pants.

Jake pulled you onto his laps, your back against his chest, your legs at the sides of his, giving Chris the full view of your juice and Jake's come still dripping. The other man exhaled sharply.

"Fuck, her pussy is wrecked."

"I'm afraid her tight little cunt can't take anymore. But I was saving this for you."

Jake said as he shoved two fingers in your mouth. It caught you off guard, and you gagged on his digits, making a small gurgling noise.

"This hole can't do anything but whine, can't even say a proper thank you. Thought you might want to teach this little fuck toy how to put her mouth into good use."

Your throat constricted as Chris stood up from his seat. The degrading name Jake called you shattered whatever inhibition you had left in you. You made an effort to utter a slurring Please and stuck out your tongue, display yourself to the man in front of you.

"What can I say? I'm happy to oblige."

[beetlebitchywitch]

Demons Don’t Deserve Love, Part 2

So this is the follow-up to the fic I wrote for @realmonsterboyhours and I hope you guys enjoy it!

CW: Smut, all the smut, body worship

Part 1

Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, your quivering bottom lip betraying your bright smile as you threw your arms around Beetlejuice. Ok. He said ok. 

“You mean it?” you asked, your trembling voice muffled by his shoulder as your buried your face into his jacket. He hummed softly, wrapping his arms around your waist with finality. 

“I’m not goin’ anywhere, snack,” he murmured, his nose brushing lightly against your hair. “Not unless you ask me to.”

“I won’t,” you declare, pulling back to meet his gaze, his face blurred by the joyful tears now threatening to spill over onto your cheeks. “Never.” 

Finally, you began to cry, your voice cut off by a small hiccup as you buried yourself into Beetlejuice’s chest. His heart ached for you, his inner voice already starting to chastise himself for making you cry, for making you worry. God, if his mother could see him now. Demons don’t deserve love, she said, and even if you find it, it’ll always disappear in the end. Yet here he was, with love in his arms, clinging to him and begging him not to disappear, holding him as if he was the only thing that kept the world from crumbling to pieces. As far as Beetlejuice was concerned, you were love incarnate, the very essence of the warmth flooding his heart made human, and there was nothing his mother could say or do that would convince him to let you go. He still knew he didn’t deserve you. Maybe he never would. But he would spend an eternity trying to get it right, as long as he got to be yours.

“Beej?” you piped up, interrupting his inner monologue with an adorable sniffle. He wiped the last of your tears away with the pad of his thumb, humming with a soft smile. “Let’s go to bed.”

“Whatever you want, baby,” he answered, immediately hooking his arms under you to scoop you up, carrying you bridal style to your bedroom like you weighed less than air. You watched over his shoulder as his tail flicked happily behind him, no longer dragging despondently on the floor like it was while he was threatening to leave. The very thought made you cling tighter to his jacket as he threw open your bedroom door- you couldn’t believe how close you came to losing him. You know how badly it would’ve hurt, like your heart shattered into jagged little pieces stabbing at you from the inside, but somehow, you expect that you would’ve hurt for him more. You could see it in the absolute hopelessness in his eyes from earlier that the idea that demons don’t deserve love penetrated far deeper into his psyche than you ever could have imagined; it made you burn with reckless anger towards Juno for ever teaching it to him just to escape her own selfish actions. The idea that someone like Beetlejuice could ever think they didn’t deserve love baffled you, and you weren’t dumb enough to expect that kind of deep-seated thought pattern to go away in just one night...but that didn’t mean you weren’t going to do everything in your power to eliminate it from his mind. When he finally set you down onto the bed, you immediately reached towards where he stood, holding your hand out invitingly. 

“Are...are you sure?” he asked softly, his furrowed brow betraying his hesitation. You nodded firmly, leaning forward to take his hand and pulling him onto the bed. Rather than pulling him on top of you, as per usual, you laid him back against the headboard, swinging your leg over his hips to straddle him. His eyes widened, his hands settling apprehensively on your thighs. “What are you doing, snack?”

“Showing you something,” you said, shooting him a soft smile and feeling it widen into a grin as he melted underneath you. You reached up to run the tips of your fingers slowly through his hair, scratching delicately at his scalp. “Do you trust me?” 

He couldn’t answer. If he had to breathe, he wouldn’t have been able to. God, you were so soft, so warm, pressing him firmly into the mattress yet keeping your touch feather light, too much and yet not enough at the same time. He wanted you, he needed you, and he could feel his cock already hardening in his pants at the thought of having you like this. Normally, he would’ve flipped you onto your back with a deep growl and had you however he pleased, but there was something in your eyes that told him that you had a plan for him, and he wanted to trust you. He did trust you. 

“Y-yes,” he stuttered, the last few strands of purple in his hair finally giving way to a beautiful, rosy pink. You tugged affectionately at it, smiling fondly at his little yelp before leaning it, pressing your lips gently against his forehead. Despite him not needing to breathe, you felt Beetlejuice gasp at the touch, his body perfectly still underneath you. You breathed out softly against his skin as you dragged your lips downward, leaving a trail of soft kisses on his temple, his cheek, and across the bridge of his nose to the other cheek. His hands were fisted in your dress, clenching and unclenching as you continued to pepper his face with kisses, leaving no inch of skin untouched until you came to hover over his lips. His eyes had slipped shut, his lips parted softly in anticipation for the kiss that you held off from just so you could take in the beauty of his face, flushed perfectly pink and relaxed for you. 

“Oh, Beetlejuice,” you breathed out, both hands coming to hold his face, your thumbs running over his adorably flushed cheeks. “You are...incredible.” 

You finally pressed your lips to his and he groaned, pulling you closer by the hips and bucking his lightly as you settled fully in his lap. You laved your tongue over his lower lip and fought back a grin at his sharp inhale, your teeth nipping playfully to try and pull more pretty sounds from his lips. All too soon, you pulled away, chuckling at how he attempted to chase your lips with a low whine. 

“We’re not done here, Bug,” you admonished teasingly. “Get rid of those clothes for me, hmm?”

In as long as it took for him to snap his fingers, he was naked underneath you, his cock bouncing free against belly with a soft slap. You chuckled at his eagerness, your hand slipping up to cup his cheek as you pressed your lips to his jaw. 

“Never seen you so pink for me, Beej,” you teased, nipping lightly at his chin with a soft giggle that quickly turned to a gasp as he brought his hand down against your ass with a smack. 

“Watch it feeder,” he warned. “Don’t forget who’s in charge here.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” you said flippantly, moving lower to press hot, open-mouthed kisses to his neck. “But I get to have my way for a little bit, right?”

“Sure you do, sna-oh, shit,” he moaned as you began sucking gorgeously purple marks into his skin. It was the only kind of purple you liked to see on his body, and man were you addicted to the breathy little moans he lets out as you worried the skin above his collarbone between your teeth. He was so gorgeous like that, his body soft and pliant as you ran your hands over his skin, massaging his pudgy belly as your kisses traveled across his chest. 

“I mean it, Bug,” you murmured into his skin, letting the tip of your tongue drag over his left nipple. “You’re incredible. You deserve this.” It was then that he realized exactly what you were doing. You were taking all those sweet words from before about loving him, needing him, wanting him, and you were kissing them them into his skin like you were writing poetry on his body. You were showing him that it was all true, that it was all real, by using your lips and tongue and teeth to turn his skin into a canvas for a masterpiece of bruises and bite marks, painting your love onto every inch of him until he had no choice but to accept it as fact. The realization made every kiss burn hotter against his rosy skin, his entire body taking on a light pink hue as you sucked a beautiful mark right above his belly button. 

“F...feeder,” he moaned, settling a hand on the back of your head. You looked up at him innocently, dragging your tongue over the reddened mark before continuing with your mission, kissing all over his tummy while your hands kneaded at his hips. His cock poked incessantly against you, begging to be touched, but you refrained, choosing instead to lavish your attention on Beej’s gorgeous belly, only pulling away when you were satisfied with the dense smattering of already-bruising marks on his skin. You grinned triumphantly at the way he panted underneath you- he only did that when you were driving him absolutely wild, and you knew it was only a matter of time before it was his turn. As if merely thinking it made it come true, you watched as Beetlejuice’s eyes darkened, his pupils blown out and wild like he was starving. He surged forward, pulling you up into a messy kiss while he flipped you, pressing your back into the mattress while he hovered over you, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

“T-that was...fucking hell, snack,” he groaned harshly, pressing more needy kisses to your lips. “You drive me fucking crazy.” 

“I just...I needed you to know,” you murmured, your breathing shallow and your head swimming from the intensity of his kisses. The wildness in his eyes never dissipated, but his smirk shrunk into a soft little grin, his clawed fingers dragging affectionately through your hair. 

“I know, babydoll,” he said, his voice firm and unyielding. “I know.” And then he was on you, lips and tongue and teeth all over your skin as he impatiently shredded your dress with his claws, ribbons of fabric cascading off the bed as you’re pulled firmly into his arms, his mouth descending on every inch of newly revealed skin and revelling in the beautiful little mewls he’s pulling from your lips. Your panties were swiftly pulled from your legs and tossed to some unimportant corner of the room, Beej licking his lips hungrily as he spread your legs to reveal your glistening pussy. Before you could even think, he threw your legs over his shoulders and buried his face between them, his tongue lapping greedily at your wetness. You threw your head back with a shaky moan and buried your fingers in his hair, bucking your hips up into his mouth and feeling him chuckle against you, clearly amused by how desperate you’ve made yourself simply by worshipping his body. God, his gorgeous body, you can’t even think about all those marks on his skin without feeling too close too fast, wanting nothing more than to cum all over his face...except maybe to cum with his cock inside of you. 

“Bug...please, baby, I want you…” you breathed, your words cut off by a soft cry as he sucked your clit into his mouth. 

“You’ve got me, kitten,” he said slyly, pressing a lingering kiss to your pussy. “Better be more specific.”

“God, you bastard, I want your cock!” you begged, tugging impatiently at his hair as he laughed against your skin. He pressed one final kiss against your clit before sliding back up the bed, kissing you firmly so you could taste yourself on his lips. 

“Bastard, huh?” he asked, his sly smirk softening into a lovestruck grin. “I thought you loved me.”

“I...I do,” you said, cupping his cheeks with both hands. “God, I do.”

“Say it for me, baby,” he said quietly, quickly guiding his cock to your entrance and beginning to press inside. You gasped, immediately hooking one leg around his hips as he filled you. God, he wanted to hear it, he needed to hear it. Hearing you say you loved him was sweeter than any other sound he could get you to make. 

“I-I love you,” you murmured against his lips, kissing them delicately as he bottomed out with a soft groan. 

“Again,” he demanded, his hips pulling out only to press back in, nice and slow, his eyes watching you hungrily as you struggle to keep your eyes open. 

“I love you, Beetlejuice,” you said, louder this time, your words interspersed with soft little moans as he began a steady rhythm, thrusting perfectly against your more sensitive spot. 

“More, baby, give me more!” he groaned. 

“Lawrence! Fuck, I love you!” you cried out, your eyes finally sliding shut as you threw your head back against the pillow, grinding your hips back against the harsh rhythm of his cock inside you. He whined lowly against your lips at the sound of his real name, his pace picking up as he chased the pleasure only you could bring him.

“That’s it, baby, say my name, say my fucking name,” he growled, dragging his clawed fingers down your sides. God, you were fucking perfect, so gorgeous with your skin glistening with sweat and littered with purple bruises that claimed you as his. All his. You loved him. You loved him.

“Lawrence! Fuck, Bug, you feel so good, love you so much-”

“I love you too, kitten,” he groaned, leaning down for a messy kiss with a groan as you clenched around his cock, clearly getting close. “Fuck, I love you too. I love you so much that I want to make you cum for me. You gonna cum for me, sweetheart? Come on, show me how much you love me, cum for me!”

Your body obeyed his desperate pleas, like a taut string snapping inside you as you came, your mouth wide open around a silent scream as pleasure unlike any you’d ever known coursed through your entire body. The world went white and all you knew was him, surrounding you, filling you, loving you as his hips stuttered and he came with a harsh groan buried into your shoulder. You came down from your peak slowly, the pleasure ebbing away gently as your vision gradually came back to you. When you finally came to, you were in Beej’s arms, your head resting against his chest- you were happy to see that his hair was still a beautiful, soft pink. 

“Good morning, baby,” he chuckled, laughing even harder when you slapped playfully at his chest. “How do you feel?”

It wasn’t meant to be a loaded question, but goodness, how did you feel? Worn out, for starters, and a tiny bit sore. But those were minor feelings compared to the overwhelming warmth filling your heart and radiating all the way to the tips of your fingers and toes. The very sight of him, pink and flushed and happy, made your heart race in your chest. The feeling of safety that being in his arms brought you was completely incomparable. You struggled to find the words to describe him, to describe what he did to you, and only one came to mind. Only one word could ever fit when it came to Beetlejuice. With a soft smile, you pressed a kiss to his skin before snuggling closer, lacing your fingers with his. 

“Loved.”

fin!