#and had to check it counting the pulses w his finger and looking at the clock

[navybrat817]

Take You Higher

Summary: Most people don't have an assassin waiting for them in the backseat of their car, but it's your lucky day.

Pairing: Assassin!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Word Count: Almost 3.2k Warnings: E/xplicit s/exual content, unprotected s/ex, car s/ex, p/ossessive behavior, w/eapons, pet names, canon divergent, feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (yep, he's a warning) A/N: Nix provided me with a beautiful edit of Bucky and I began a new AU, A Different Call. This is for you, Nix, and I can't wait to share more of this world.❤️ Beta read by the wonderful @whisperlullaby , but any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

It was later than usual as you made your way toward your car, your gaze darting from left to right before you checked your phone. There was just enough light illuminating the lot where you could see where you were going, but not much else beyond your path. Everyone said it wasn't safe to walk alone at night, but you took your chances. The keys between your fingers made a quick weapon for anyone who got too close. If anyone was dumb enough to put their hands on you, the sting from the brass would be the least of their worries.

It’s almost fun when people underestimate me.

Your gaze moved to the ground before you got to the driver’s side, satisfied that no one was underneath your car as you tucked your phone in your bag. There were no vehicles on either side of yours for anyone to grab you and pull you in. If people had the chance to look inside your head, they might think you’re paranoid. You’d argue you had your own reasons to be. Danger lurked in the darkness, waiting to strike the moment anyone let their guard down.

What people didn't know was that shadows often lingered by the light and the most trustworthy of people wore masks in the form of smiles. You learned to live in the shade and make your own fragments of light. While trusting people didn’t come to you as easily, there were a few you let in. Those who didn’t mind living in the gray.

But according to the one you let in the most, you were the one who brought color into the world.

Glancing at the passenger side seat, you smiled to yourself as you got into the car and locked the door. Normally you reached right for the seatbelt. Tonight, you sat still and took a deep breath. A combination of a sweet and musky fragrance greeted you. It smelled like home.

It was why you didn’t flinch when you felt the muzzle of a gun against the side of your neck.

"Didn't anyone teach you to check the backseat before you get in a vehicle?"

The deep timbre of the voice behind you sent a chill down your spine that settled at the base. Daring to glance at the rearview mirror, you were met with a pair of cold blue eyes and a face framed by long brown hair. His lips were set in a grim line that accentuated the scruff surrounding them. Even with how spacious the back of your car was, he took up a good amount of space with his massive frame.

Death in the form of the most handsome man alive.

James “Bucky” Barnes. A former Army Sergeant turned assassin for S.H.I.E.L.D.’s STRIKE team. Most of the intelligence community referred to him as the Winter Soldier.

You simply called him yours, like he called you his.

"Maybe I’ve been waiting for an assassin to try and take me out. Only for me to flip the script and have him spare my life," you answered, smiling when he pressed the gun a bit harder against your neck. You wondered if he felt your pulse race through the metal. "Maybe even make him fall madly in love with me."

He didn't smile back at your reflection, but warmth filled his eyes in a familiar and tender gaze. "What if this assassin is already madly in love with you?"

You swallowed as he traced the barrel down to your shoulder. "Then I guess I win."

“We both win,” he whispered, sitting back in his seat and taking his gun with him. “Get back here.”

“You don’t want us to drive home?” you asked, though you made no move to put the key in the ignition.

“I said get back here,” he growled, your heart beating faster. You knew what that tone meant. You’d be lucky if you were able to walk tomorrow. “Now.”

Huffing playfully when you caught his narrowed eyes in the mirror again, you still decided to push just a little. “Bossy. Give me a second so I can- Bucky!”

You weren’t sure how he managed, but he moved your seat back far enough to grab and pull you beside him. And he managed to put his gun away before you collided with him. It didn’t surprise you though. Your man had multiple skills and was likely pent up from waiting in your car. You were pent up, too.

“Missed you,” he whispered, forcing you to straddle him.

When he framed your face with calloused hands, you expected him to pull you in for a kiss. But his eyes searched yours for a moment and you knew he was committing you to his memory once more. The love of your life had his head messed with a long time ago to the point where he lost control of his own actions and memories. While he was in a better place now, you never questioned when he needed to look at you for a second longer than usual.

If gazing at me grounds you, I’ll let you stare forever.

“I missed you, too,” you breathed, moaning when he finally brought his lips to yours and parted them with his tongue.

You didn’t realize how fast your heart was racing until Bucky slid a hand to your chest, teasing your breast through the fabric. Knowing he was back home with you was both a comfort and a sigh of relief. In the line of work the two of you were in, the promise of tomorrow was never one you could make. It made each moment that much more precious.

“Not gonna make it another minute without being inside you,” he warned you, shoving your dress up to your hips and careful to avoid the knife strapped to your thigh. You wore the garment, and the weapon he gave you, with the expectation he’d be home today. “Tell me you need me.”

“I always need you, Bucky,” you said, grinding your hips in a slow rhythm. Your barely clad pussy rubbed against the bulge in his jeans and it was enough to make his head fall back. “You need to be inside me? Need to feel my pussy around your big cock?”

“Yes. When we get home, I’ll make love to you,” Bucky snarled, making you gasp when he grasped your underwear and tore it from your body. “But I need to fuck you first, so be good and take my cock out.”

You rubbed yourself against the front of his jeans again to leave a wet spot before you raised your hips. “You better not be hurt,” you teased, but your eyes flashed in a warning as you unbuckled his belt.

“You’re free to check me when we get home. After we're in bed,” he offered, bringing a hand to your face again so you’d look into his eyes. No one ever looked at you with such devotion until he came into your life. “But I’m okay."

In a world full of lies, you trusted him completely.

"If you're okay, I'm okay," you whispered, wasting no more time as you unzipped his pants and reached inside his underwear. The size of him never ceased to amaze you. It also left you in awe how hard he felt in your hand when you wrapped your fingers around him. You might not make it another minute either without him inside you.

If anyone walked by and happened to look in the window, they’d get quite a show. At least before Bucky got his gun out and pointed it in their direction. The man would be able to find a way to shoot someone and fuck you at the same time.

"Take me in," he ordered, gripping your hips as you guided him to your waiting hole. "Please."

Bucky wasn't desperate or a man who begged. But the strain in his voice and the raw need that shone in his eyes, it told you how much he needed you. It was a heady feeling to bring the often cold assassin to the brink. It was also an honor that he trusted you when he let those walls down.

"God," you moaned as you sank down agonizingly slowly, locking eyes with him as you did as he ordered and took him into you inch by inch. It didn't matter that he didn't stretch you first. The sting was one you welcomed since you both asked for it. Who cared if you were a little sore tomorrow when you knew he'd take good care of you?

He exhaled as he allowed you a moment to adjust. It wouldn't be long until he rolled his hips up. "Only name I want you to speak is mine. Because if there is a god here tonight, it's me."

Bucky may not be a god in the literal sense, but he had been the beginning of your salvation. You walked beside him when he offered his hand. It was the path you were meant to take.

And you had almost forgotten how good it felt to have him inside you.

"Then fuck me properly, Bucky," you said, kissing him again because you could.

A low and dark grunt rumbled against your lips as he moved beneath you. Your body enveloped him in a tender and heated embrace, welcoming him home. He'd encourage you to ride him and match his pace shortly. For now, you savored every thrust of his cock, thick and bare, nothing separating you. Both of you preferred it that way.

"Ride it. Show me how much you missed me," he groaned after a minute, bringing a strong hand to the back of your neck. Your heart raced as you watched his eyes darken more. "Look at me. Don't you fucking look away."

A whimper fell from your lips, eager to please him as you braced yourself on his shoulders and raised your hips. The slow slide of his cock along your slick walls felt heavenly before you moved back down. You'd bounce on his cock all night if he let you. "So full," you moaned, never wanting to be empty again.

“Still tight no matter how many times I fuck you,” he said, licking his lips as he leaned back against the seat. The slight shift in the angle had him pushing deeper inside you and you weren’t ashamed of the loud cry you let out. “Perfect pussy and it’s all mine.”

You clenched around him at his words, your body tingling as you fucked yourself on his cock. He met you halfway, a subtle indication that you were equals and partners. Two halves of a whole. Living, breathing proof that soulmates existed in some capacity.

A reward for the hell you both went through.

“I need you to come in me,” you begged, shuddering when the head of his cock brushed your g-spot. Unduliated pleasure rippled from head to toe as he swore in Russian. His release dripping out of you later would serve as a beautiful reminder of his claim. He had every part of you. “Please. I've been so empty without you."

"I need you to come on it first,” he groaned, fucking up into with enough force that you had to grip his shirt to hold on. You weren't just heading toward your climax. He was going to catapult you there. “Give it to me and I’ll give it to you. Come. Make a mess all over me.”

Bucky gripped your chin before your head could fall back, making sure you stared in his eyes as you came. Your pleasure belonged to him and you accepted that as you shivered through your orgasm, unashamedly gushing around him. Your pussy was exceptionally greedy when it came to him and you weren’t ready to come down from the high just yet.

“That’s it. Give me everything,” he demanded, holding you still so he could thrust deep and chase his own release. Your walls twitched, the wet, sucking sound adding to the addition of your soft moans and his grunts. You gave it all and were ready to take everything he gave you in return.

“Give it to me, too, Bucky," you pleaded through the haze. "I can take it.”

He pressed his forehead to yours as he moaned your name, holding you close as he spilled inside you. Bringing a hand up to grip his hair as his hips stilled, you smiled as he let out another moan. You breathed heavily before giving him a peck on the lips, smiling wider as he began to catch his breath. His eyes always took on a gorgeous shade of blue when pleasure clouded them.

“Welcome home,” you exhaled, trying to move beside him.

“Wait,” he whispered, firmly bringing your hips back down and keeping him around his thick thighs. You gasped at the friction against your clit, your body wanting more already. “Just. Stay like this.”

He buried his face against the side of your neck, nosing along your skin as he evened out his breathing. It was almost a ritual when he came back from an assignment to hold you this way. If you weren’t in your car, your clothes would have been torn to shreds or thrown on the floor. Which you fully expected once he drove you home.

And you would make him drive since he decided to ambush you in the best possible way.

“You sure you’re okay?” you whispered after a minute, his arms wrapped around you in a tight embrace. "Nothing went wrong on your assignment?"

“It went off without a hitch,” he answered, mouthing at your pulse. “It's just getting harder to be away from home. Away from you.”

The slight vulnerability in his tone made you pause before your fingers gently combed through his hair, your heart still beating fast. You didn't have a home until the two of you made one together. “I get it,” you whispered.

Before you, Bucky didn’t mind most of his missions. That changed once he took you under his wing. It comforted him to have someone else watching his back. But the rare assignments he had to take alone, he liked them less and less as time went on. He hated being away from you.

It pained you, too.

You whined in surprise when he bit down hard on the juncture between your neck and shoulder. “You didn’t look in the backseat. Why not?"

The post orgasm bliss faded at the slight growl in his tone, yet aroused you all over again.

"Because Steve gave me a heads up that he saw you before I went into the parking lot and I checked the motion detector on my car through my phone,” you told him as his tongue soothed the sting. He could avoid being seen, so he likely wanted his best friend or you to spot him. You were all careful otherwise. "You also left me the all clear signal on the passenger seat."

Spotting the bouquet tied with a single blue ribbon before you got in the car, you knew it was safe to get in and that he was waiting for you. He bought Peruvian flowers for you on your first date and chose them because of the beauty and color. He said that you brought those things back into his life. It became a signal for the two of you, as well as a token of affection.

Maybe one day, I'll have his last name as the ultimate sign of devotion.

Bucky always had those specific flowers for you when he returned from a mission and often bought them for you just because he wanted to. And if a day ever went by that he didn’t have the flowers upon coming home, or if the flowers were out of the ordinary, you’d know something was wrong. You had your own signals for him, too.

“That punk,” he said, kissing back to your lips. “He's lucky he's my friend. I wanted to surprise you."

He could count on less than one hand how many people he loved and trusted. You and Steve were two of the very few. It was only natural that the S.T.R.I.K.E. member and former Captain kept an eye out for you and vice versa. Someone important to Bucky was important to you.

Not to mention, Steve was a good man. It seemed like there weren't many left in the world. You saw why your lover respected him and called him a friend.

“And just when have you managed to surprise me?" you asked.

"The first time we saw each other face to face," he replied.

The day he was supposed to kill you.

“That's true," you agreed after a beat. "You don’t regret choosing to save me?”

Bucky pulled back with the softest smile on his face as your heart swelled in your chest. The look of love in his eyes nearly stole the oxygen from your lungs. His thumb brushed your cheek and it shocked you when he wiped away a tear. You didn’t know it had fallen.

“I regret a lot of things in my life, but you will never be one of them,” he assured you, kissing the spot where he brushed away your tear. “I’ll never regret loving you, Kitten.”

You raked your fingers softly along his scalp. He called you that before the two of you fought and the nickname stuck. You didn’t mind it. Your stealth, flexibility, and reflexes were catlike at times. He picked up on those things immediately.

“And I’ll never regret being yours, Killer," you swore. He'd never let anyone else call him that. "Or loving you.”

You understood the assassin better than most. To some degree, you knew what it was like not to be in control. Choices were taken away from you. People used the two of you for their gain, but he helped put you on a path of hope.

All because he made a different call that fateful day.

“Put your claws away,” he groaned when you moved your nails along his head again, making him rock inside you. His stamina drove you wild. “Or we’ll have round two here instead of in our bed.”

“But you promised you’d take me home and make love to me.”

"And I will, but I may need to ruin you here one more time,” he smirked, slipping his tongue into your mouth before you could argue.

If he wants to use sex as a weapon, I’ll happily accept every wound.

Before the night was over, he took you home and made love to you as he promised. He held you so close against him that it was as if you shared one breath. He even watched you as you fell asleep, an unexpected fear gripping him. In the back of his mind, he sensed that someone was still out there waiting to take you away from him.

But if anyone ever tried, he'd burn the word down to save you all over again.

Let's hope no one is dumb enough to go after Kitten. Love and thanks! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ KoFi

[skyguythings]

Being in a relationship with Anakin

Man is so touchy: whenever there’s people, you will likely find his arm hanging over your shoulder in a « friendly » way, gets closer to you when talking… things that pass off right as « we’re close friends » and would fool no one if he wasn’t a Jedi

but at the second you both have no one looking, he snakes his hand between yours and intertwines your fingers

Always makes you hold his non-metallic hand: whether you have warm or cold hands he doesn’t care much, he just wants to feel your skin against his 

He has huge insecurities in your relationship as he knows he can’t provide the best for you: he would love to happily flaunt you on his arm, take you out to dinner, parties, calmly walk hand in hand with you, take you on dates on a whim, promise to live together, maybe even one day build a family if you’re up for it but instead of that, he has to hide you and it just kills him

So when he is insecure, he tends to get jealous and it’s not because he doesn’t trust you, he just cannot fathom why you would ever choose him when you could choose people who can give you « what you deserve » 

Definitely had multiple fights about that because he can’t see his self-worth when it comes to you. The aftermath, all you can ever do is just remind him of your love as you let him calm down

When you two have huge fights, Anakin gets very distant and silent (he would hate himself if he raised his voice against you), leaving from hours or days depending on the reason of the fight 

It’s the worst as you have no idea where he could have gone, no access to him if he’s at the Temple and no specific reasons to contact anyone to help them locate Anakin, which always leaves you in a state of worry and Anakin definitely knows as he can’t help but check up on your Force signature as soon as he calms down a little

The worst that happened during a fight between the both of you was him being deployed right after

Anakin had been called urgently, leaving without a word to you as the mission wasn’t supposed to take too long… that is until some sightings of Count Dooku happened and he had been stuck for more than a month, with no way of making contact with you without blowing up his cover

The fight you two had was long forgotten on both of your minds and all Anakin could feel was a deep sense of regret as not having said his proper goodbyes: he just wanted his mission over with to go back to you 

On your side, not only did you feel the guilt of not having seen Anakin leave but you felt even more stressed as there were literally no news about his mission

It’s not like you had many people to ask to begin with, but it was starting to make you feel anguished and you couldn’t help but feel a deep sadness run through you: how shitty is it not being able to at least know if the one you love is alive?

As always there were rumors of the Chosen One, the Infamous Leader having being killed on mission but you couldn’t help but scoff at those, tryin your best to keep your hopes up: surely someone would have at least informed you if Anakin was dead? At least Ahsoka, who knew you were friend with him right?

Still your sleep quality and overall living standards had been reduced as weeks passed by… so you were currently sat in your living room, sipping on your favorite drink at 3am and vaguely reading a book, hoping it would put you to a dreamless sleep when you heard the crack of your door opening

Immediately looking up, you felt your heart swell up when you took in Anakin’s body coming into your view: you discarded your drink, immediately crossing the distance separating you both as he walked towards you as well

He took you in his embrace, tucking you right into his arms and keeping you there with his metal hand cradling you on the small of your back, his other hand going up to neck immediately, checking your pulse without even noticing it

Some might not expect it but the both of you will probably apologise: it doesn’t matter what the fight was even about because there is a war and you are at a risk of losing him at any moment

This one time leads to one of the best right with him though

Also! Expect plenty of kisses from him because make-up sex

He loves when you let your lips trail softly on his face and specifically on his scar: it makes his eyes flutter shut as he concentrates on the lightness of your action 

But what he loves giving you is forehead kisses, just a tad bit too long to not seem overprotective when people are around, or cheeky hand kisses with a smirk and a wink

He really wears his heart on his sleeve when it comes to the people he genuinely likes and he never hesitates to show that he cares, to a deep extent

People always comment on the fact Anakin is noticeable in the Force but rarely on the fact due to his midichlorians, he perceives much more from everyone around him: he had to learn to tune that out but when he is specifically tired, there are times when he can’t ignore the rest and he just gets hit by waves of feelings all over

When this happens he tends to just gets himself locked up somewhere and work on his droids for as long as it takes to drown the rest of the world and focus on something he can work on without having to overthink

It’s surprising how delicate he can be when it comes to handling little pieces to fix: he is always very posed and you have difficulties to come to terms this is the same person who jumps had first into dangerous situations who is now hyper-focusing on every single detail to make the droid work perfectly

But that’s nothing compared to the care he put in making you a necklace: he decided to melt a few pieces of metal into tiny beads that he carefully crafted. And while this whole process could be made quicker by using the Force, he wanted to see it through himself, and he is so proud when he can offer it to you

Talking about that, Anakin strikes me as someone whose temperature runs a little bit higher than the normal person so sleeping with him means you have your own personal heater right next to you

He is definitely a sucker for any type of skinship you can provide but he does have favorite stuff: hugs. And you can expect many types of hugs from him

Middle of the night hugs: when he has a nightmare, no matter what he always ends up whimpering and in those instance, you wake up. It takes a little moment but you found that taking him in your arms and letting him lay his head down on your chest while playing with his hair always gets him to a relaxed state: he dozes off again pretty much each time, just listening to your steady heartbeat knowing you’re there with him, safe and sound

Tired hugs: He is coming back from a mission worn down, half dead and his first instinct is to ant to go to you and just skip the council all together but he knows he can’t… but you can be sure that the second he leaves the forsaken place, he is coming at yours and there is no moving his arms away from you: he wraps you up in a hug by the waist and bruises his nose in your hair, just inhaling deeply for a while

He doesn’t even realize how long he stays like that and you probably have to move against him to at least take a seat but he’ll stay coddled up to you here as well, like a huge cat

You can also bet you’ll be getting celebratory hugs whenever something great happened to him or you. Whether you wished to keep your joy a surprise or not, Anakin is highly attuned to your feelings and just feels the joy radiating from you, mirroring it as soon as he perceives it and when you come to tell him the great news, he just impatiently takes you in his arms and spins you around a few before letting you down and pressing his nose to yours, giving plenty of kisses all over your face and whispering how proud he is of you for having done something you’re happy about

Don’t get me started on Anakin and carrying the one he loves pretty much anywhere

It’s not necessary by any means, he knows it and you know it but he also has enough of a physique to be able to do that and it just makes him smile genuinely to bend a little and scoop you up into his arms on a whim (and it’s nearly become a reflex to just carry you whenever to the point he did it in front of people and had you pretend you were feeling faint just to cover up the mistake)

This man suffers from a serious lack of compliment so don’t hesitate to give him many: yes he might have some kind of ego but it doesn’t hurt to remind him that he actually has qualities and that yes he is lovable 

[verai-marcel]

Your Hearth Is My Home (BG3 Fanfic, Astarion x Female Reader, Part 20 of ?)

Summary, Notes, Tags, & Part 1 are here.

Act I - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12

Act II - Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19

AO3 Link is here, darling.

Word Count: 3,441

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Act II, Chapter 8 - The Towers

Astarion came out of his reverie a few hours before dawn, as per usual. Normally he would go read or take a dip in the hot bath to relax.

Instead, he stayed right where he was, looking at his little hearth witch, tucking her thick hair behind her slightly pointed ear. 

Gods, he wanted her. Wanted to bury himself inside of her warm body, feel her heart race against his as he pleasured her, made her cry out his name.

But he still couldn’t shake the tainted feelings that went with his carnal craving. Damn Cazador! That son of a bitch!

His witch groaned and shifted in her sleep, her breathing hitching as her muscles tensed. Immediately he tamped down on his frustration as his concern for her overrode his anger. He carefully lifted her shirt to glance at the circular rune tattooed on the small of her back.

The orange cracks pulsed angrily in the dark. He placed his hand onto her skin, feeling the heat slowly dissipate under his touch.

Should I tell her? He looked down at her face. Her furrowed brow gradually relaxed and her breathing returned to normal.

I’ll tell her in the morning. For now… I’ll keep an eye on her.

***

The next morning, you awoke draped on top of Astarion, his arms wrapped around you covetously. 

“Mmhmm, g’mornin’,” you mumbled, blinking away the sleep. You looked up to see Astarion staring at you with a peaceful smile on his face.

“Good morning, darling. Did you sleep well?”

“I did,” you said with a smile. You tapped his chest with a finger. “You normally get up far earlier than I do… Did you stay here just to be with me?”

He smiled back at you. “Perhaps.”

You got up and let him get ready for the day, turning your back as you got changed. When you turned back around, you realized that he had been watching you the whole time with the way he eyed you appreciatively, one side of his lips quirked up.

“Were you watching me change?”

“Well, you didn’t tell me not to,” he said, shrugging.

“You can make your own decisions, you know.”

“And I chose to watch you change.” His expression turned serious as he stepped closer to you and lowered his voice. “Your seal… it still has cracks all over it.”

You blinked. You hadn’t thought to ask him to check it for you. “Oh. Hmm. It doesn’t feel any different, though.”

“Tell me if it does,” he said softly.

You nodded. 

He smiled and ruffled your hair before leaving the tent. You wondered at this more affectionate, almost cuddly version of Astarion, and hoped that you could keep healing his heart, little by little.

***

You made the others a nutritious breakfast and packed them a few bundles of snacks to keep their energy up for what would hopefully be the final battle in this place. Their expressions were more grim than when they had left last time. As they all walked up the pathway out of the camp and disappeared from sight, your spine tingled.

“W-wait!”

But they were already gone.

You turned to Withers. “Should I go after them?”

He stared at you for a moment. “Whatever thou does shall make no difference in what is to transpire.”

You hated not knowing why your seal was tingling. “Then what’s the point of these damn premonitions if I don’t know what to do with them half the time?!”

“Who said it was a premonition?”

You stared at the skeleton, who looked back at you in curiosity. “I…”—you gestured helplessly—“I don’t know. No one, I guess. I just thought…”

He turned away from you as you trailed off, staring out into space once more, his usual state of being. It was as if he was seeing something far away, watching events elsewhere.

“Can… you see them, right now?”

He ignored you.

Damn cryptic mummy. You closed your eyes and focused on your seal. Why the hells are you tingling, hm?

Tracing the power, tracing the lines, you could feel something like a thread being tugged at your seal from below the ground, down, down deep underground.

Something is happening down there. Something big. And there’s nothing I can do.

You fell to your knees in despair. Astarion. Astarion!

Your mind went to the others. Wyll, Karlach, Lae’zel, Gale, Shadowheart!

You knew it was useless, but you sent a heartfelt message in your mind. Please, be careful my friends!

Taking a deep breath, you slowly let it out, trying to rid yourself of the worry that was threatening to freeze you like a winter storm. 

Nothing I can do about what I can’t control, so let’s do what I can. 

You cleaned and sorted and mended until every last thing you could possibly do was done. You practiced your songs, you tried to dance, but your mind wasn’t focused. Apprehension stalked your thoughts like a hunter, and your tired mind its prey. 

I can’t bear not knowing, but I have no choice, do I?

Staring at the entryway, you spaced out, your mind going to all kinds of terrible scenarios. Your breath caught, your heart raced.

This isn’t helping. I need to calm down. Godsdammit, why can’t I calm down?!

Scratch came up to you and nudged your leg.

“Scratch? What’s that you got there?”

Holding out your hand, you took the proffered gift. It was a small pouch, purple dyed with a striped pattern, and felt very light. When you opened it, you could smell a light grassy scent. 

“Autumn crocus?” You looked down at the dog, who was looking at you with an expectant expression. Squatting down, you scratched his head and neck. “Good boy.”

~You seem down, friend.~

You blinked. I can hear him without taking that potion? Strange. “I’m worried for the others.”

~You don’t think they’ll come back?~

“I… I’m sure they’ll come back.”

Scratch tipped his head. ~You don’t seem sure.~

You sighed. What I’m not sure about is my sanity. “I’m not. I’m just trying… to make myself believe.”

~Do you trust them?~

“I do.”

~Then they’ll come back.~

You smiled. I wish I could think like that. “I’ll take your word for it.” Sitting down cross legged, you petted Scratch’s head while you spaced out. No point in letting the unknown get me so riled up. Let’s hope for the best, shall we?

Laying down and staring at the ceiling, you closed your eyes, using the sound of the rushing water to empty your mind and bring yourself some peace.

***

1489 DR, Three Years Ago

You had just set up your little cottage by the River Chionthar. The previous owner had long since passed away, and no one else had laid claim to it. You had even checked in the village to see if anyone else owned it, but it appeared to just be abandoned property. Given how much of a shithole it was when you found it, you weren’t surprised that no one wanted it.

It was slightly off the beaten path and weeds were everywhere, vines on top of the house, in the house, between the tiles. Fortunately, you knew a few songs that handled gardening very quickly, and after a few days of cleaning up, it was finally livable. 

You slowly started to build your business, first from your regulars from the village who liked your potions, and then the merchants who passed by and saw your sign for potions and a resting place. After half a year, you had steady business.

It was a good life. It was a simple life. Sure, you constantly felt anxious being by yourself in your tiny home, but part of you knew, logically, that some of the folks in the village would notice if you disappeared, and some of your regular traveling merchant customers would be disappointed if you weren’t here.

But in the back of your mind, in the dark of night, the memory of the bounty hunter in Baldur’s Gate, of those mercenaries in Waterdeep, of the warlock getting eaten alive by a devil, of the demons attacking your village… 

If you had no customers sleeping in your guest tents, then every noise would shatter your calm. You started to advertise your resting site more vigorously, to make sure that every night, someone else would be around. It was a risk, of course. Your guests might be murderers or bandits. 

But you always shook hands before offering a guest tent, so you always knew if someone had bad intentions.

Early in your business, a pair of thugs forced you to entertain them for the night. You offered them a song and a dance to go with their meal.

When they fell into a deep slumber, you had quietly buried them alive on the shores of the Chionthar, letting the wildlife peck at them while they were blissfully unaware of becoming part of the circle of life.

You couldn’t bear to kill them yourself; you didn't want to sense that agony again. Was it more cruel to be eaten alive? Perhaps. But they would never know. Your spell of unassailable sleep was one you crafted, after all. A melody weaved with shadows and shade, a dance designed to hypnotize and mesmerize, a stew laced with valerian and foxglove…

It wasn’t the proudest thing you had done. But it was certainly one of the most life-preserving. And you probably saved someone else from becoming one of their victims in the future. 

You were doing good in the world by silently taking out the trash. At least that's what you told yourself. 

***

You woke up with a cold shiver. You hadn’t thought about that night in a long time. It hadn't been pleasant, but it needed to be done. Fortunately, it was the only time you had to do it. There was a passer-by who had asked about anyone matching the description of the two men you had buried, but you had only shrugged and told them you had seen some folks like that wandering westward. 

You did know how to lie. You did know how to kill. You just didn’t like doing it.

Slowly picking yourself up off the cold stone floor, you gave Owly and Scratch a warm look. The two had fallen asleep together next to you, as if they were keeping you company. My sweet little ones, I love you so.

They both suddenly lifted their heads together and looked towards the entry.

Your seal tingled at the same time, growing and growing, until it felt like power was surging up and down your spine. Gasping, you closed your eyes and concentrated, imagining yourself grabbing an electrified rope and pulling it taut. The energy focused onto a target far above you, moving quickly away from the temple.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you had an inkling.

“C’mon boys, help me pack up,” you told your two animal companions. “I have a feeling we’ll need to leave quickly.”

You were just finishing packing up the communal area when the group appeared, looking exhausted and covered in blood and grime. Shadowheart looked particularly out of sorts. She wasn’t even pushing away Gale, who was hovering next to her, a look of concern etched onto his features.

Wyll waved at you. “Looks like you already anticipated our next move,” he said.

You nodded. “I had a hunch.” You glanced over at Shadowheart, who was heading towards her tent, not looking around. I’ll talk to her later. “Where are we headed next?”

“Back to the Last Light,” Wyll answered. “We need to tell the others what happened.”

“Although they’ll have a good idea, once they see Nightsong soaring in the sky,” Karlach added.

The Nightsong was a person? You only nodded and got to work helping everyone pack up. They’d fill you in on the way back.

***

You had run into several groups of Harpers making their way to the towers, following the streak of moonlight that the Nightsong left in her wake, so by the time you arrived at the Last Light Inn, it was two-thirds empty. Still, it was bustling with energy as all the fighters still present were getting their things together to join the fray, while the non-combatants were preparing supplies.

Jaheira was one of the few remaining, and she came up to your group. “I am guessing this”—she gestured at the light rays above—“is your doing.”

Your group mumbled and shrugged. 

The High Harper shook her head with a smile. “We will meet you at the towers.” Without another word, she took off with a small group of fighters, not waiting for a reply.

As you came closer to the building, Halsin came out to greet you. He took one look at everyone. “Do you need to rest first? Or will you carry on to the towers?”

You looked at your friends. Though they were tired and grimey, they still had a spark in their eyes. They could fight. They could win.

But everyone looked at Shadowheart.

She took a deep breath, as if she was gathering all the strength left in her. “Just give us a moment to wipe the dirt from our faces, then we can go,” she finally said, determination straightening her spine.

Halsin nodded and smiled at everyone. “Good. I will accompany you.” Then he turned to you. “Thaniel and Oliver are resting inside. Could you keep an eye on them?”

You nodded.

The next hour was a blur of everyone getting a bit of a breather, cleaning their weapons, restocking on potions, and getting a small bite to eat before heading back out.

As you were preparing another batch of potions, you felt Astarion’s arms wrap around you from behind. 

“Need a bite?” you asked without looking at him, tipping your neck to one side.

“You’re so thoughtful,” he murmured before sinking his fangs into your neck, holding you tight as he took two strong pulls from you. Letting out a soft sigh of satisfaction, he licked your wound clean and kissed it gently. “Ah, I feel much better.”

“Will you be alright?”

“Who knows? We could die horribly in this next fight.”

You turned around and stared at him, frowning. “Please don’t say that. I want you to live.”

“So do I, darling.” He tapped your nose. “And I have so far. Don’t fret, nothing can keep me away from your delicious self.”

You smiled. “I’ll hold you to that.”

“Let’s go!” Wyll announced to the group, leading the way out of the Inn. The others grabbed their packs and followed. You barely got to hug Astarion before he headed out with them.

“Good luck, everyone!” you called out to them as they set off towards the Towers.

Left in the Inn with some of the tieflings, the injured, and the two fey boys, you got to work.

They have their battle to fight, and I have work that I can do. So I’ll do it to the best of my ability.

***

When the ground shook violently later that day, you were both scared and hopeful. And when your companions returned, battered and bruised, yet whole, you breathed a mighty sigh of relief.

But with your friends, came a newcomer. A winged angel, who held Isobel so tenderly in her embrace. You soon learned that she was the Nightsong, Dame Aylin, daughter of Selune herself. Which made her an aasimar. You had only heard of her kind in legends that your father had told you. Greeting her with respect, you thanked her for helping your friends.

“It is they who helped me in my time of great need,” she replied. Then she looked at you for a moment. “How is it that you did not join the battle?”

“She doesn’t have any fighting experience,” Astarion answered in your stead.

Dame Aylin glanced at Astarion. “The girl can answer for herself.” She turned her intense stare towards you. “You have power. Do you not know how to use it?”

You swallowed. “I… I did use it once. But I…” You shrugged helplessly. “I can only create a stationary shield that drains me of my power very quickly. Not much use in a real battle.”

The aasimar observed you in silence for a few extra moments, making you squirm under her scrutinizing gaze. “Then you must train. You wish to help, do you not?”

Astarion finally stepped in between her and you. “She does help. A lot. By helping us.” He turned to you. “Come my dear, I am very hungry.” He proffered his arm to you.

You gladly took it. “Of course.” You bowed to Aylin, not wanting to disrespect her. “I’m afraid I must attend to my companion. Excuse me.”

The two of you scurried away to the back of the building where the bath was.

“Thank you,” you breathed. “I felt like a criminal being interrogated.”

Astarion pulled the curtains closed and began to strip. “She shouldn’t have questioned you so much,” he whispered angrily. “You do plenty to help us. You don’t need to put yourself in more danger on top of that.”

While you understood and agreed with him, a part of you felt a slight sting of disappointment. You couldn’t fight. You didn’t want to fight. But you wanted to protect them.

Why did Dame Aylin think you could join a battle?

You completed heating the water just as Astarion had finished stripping down. Quickly turning around, you heard him climb into the bath with a satisfied sigh. 

“Do you still need me?”

“Always.”

You turned back around, keeping your gaze focused on his face. “Do you want me to wash your hair?”

He blinked. “That… that sounds nice.”

You came around and grabbed the shampoo bar. “Dunk your head in the water first.”

He did as you told him, and you quietly hummed a tune while you washed and rinsed his hair. You even dried and brushed it, just as you did before. When you were done, you turned around and let him dry himself off with a towel while you cleaned his armor and clothes with a cantrip. As he was getting dressed, you asked timidly about the battle, unsure if he wanted to relive it so soon. But he graciously obliged and weaved you a tale, the cadence of his voice soothing your soul even though the content was horrifying. An elder brain, headed to the city? Gods, what a mess.

When the two of you returned to the common area, the others were drinking and eating, quietly gathered by the bar.

“Must be nice, having someone to bathe you,” Shadowheart teased.

You glanced at Gale. He subtly shook his head.

“You could too, if you’d let him,” Astarion sniped back.

Everyone went eerily quiet. 

Godsdammit! “So Astarion was just telling me about the battle. I’m glad you all came out alive,” you quickly said, trying to change the subject. “So what’s our next step?”

“We follow the elder brain to Baldur’s Gate,” Gale said. “We need to go Sorcerous Sundries first though, so we can research more on the crown on its head. That way we can learn how to control it.”

“You mean destroy it,” Wyll corrected.

“Let’s table that conversation until we learn more about it,” Gale replied. “For now, we rest, then head out to the Gate at first light.”

***

Sleeping in a real bed for the first time in a long while, you lay next to Astarion, watching his facial features. He must have been really tired, for he barely took two mouthfuls of blood from you before laying back and closing his eyes.

“You’re not hungry?” you asked him.

“There was a lot of fresh blood in the tower,” he mumbled. “I drank plenty to keep up my strength. So many people to stab.” He sighed happily. “It was wonderful.”

You chuckled.

He opened one eye to look at you. “Did you find that funny? I thought you would be rather horrified.”

You shrugged. “I can have a gallows sense of humor.”

He hummed. “I learn something new about you every day.”

“Well, I can’t very well bore you, now can I?”

“That wouldn’t be very fun.” He reached out and pulled you into his arms. “Sweet dreams, darling.”

“Sweet dreams, my star.” You winced after you said it. Seems a bit on the nose, doesn’t it?

He smiled, his eyes closed. “Don’t say that in front of anyone else”

“Of course,” you snickered. “It’ll just be for us.”

“Us. I do love the sound of that.”

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End Notes: So a purple crocus flower can represent hope and optimism, and since the autumn crocus in the game are purple, I thought this would be a good little present that Scratch brings you. Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Let me know what you thought in the comments, I thrive off your feedback! Last chapter is the end of Act II, we're getting closer to the Gate!

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GO BACK - LEE SEOKMIN

word count: 2.9k...

pairing: seokmin x gn!reader x seungcheol (sprinkles of cheol tbh)

synopsis: you calm down a distressed delivery man...is that all there is to this night?

genre/s: fantasy, crime, non-idol!au, reclusive!reader

warnings: m*rder (mention), sex (mention), minor violence, and blood

rating: pg-13

a/n: a submission for k-vanity’s idols over flowers event. main flowers: lavender x crime and mystery and lily x fantasy, ribbons: band of cord x magical creatures. i tried a v diff genre from my usual ones, so hopefully this is still interesting to read! fic title is go back by se so neon. 

p.s. i imagined kyeom wearing this fit when writing this, so do w that information what you want ;) 

“Package for Y/N L/N!” Seokmin chirped, used to delivering to your apartment. 

He stared at your gray door, waiting for a response. Somehow, he always ended up being the one to drop off your packages. It was not something he minded since he had only encountered you a handful of times. Each time was with you wearing an oversized hoodie and muttering a soft comment of gratitude for the package. You were always quick to close your door, a sign that made Seokmin know not to converse with you for too long. 

Most days he left the deliveries by your door, just taking a confirmation picture for the company. Yet today, something was off. It was suspiciously quiet. Even a homebody like you made noise of shuffling to indicate that you were inside your apartment and would pick up the package once he left. 

“Customer L/N? Are you okay?” 

More silence. Seokmin’s worry only peaked as he saw a thick red liquid begin leaking out from under your door. It couldn’t be…

Seokmin started banging on your door, asking repeatedly if you were injured or needed help, only to be met with no response. Out of desperation, he tried to open your door. To his surprise, the door immediately opened. He knew he was breaking a thousand rules and policies by entering, but blood and an unlocked door screamed someone in need of help to him. 

He walked into your pitch-black apartment, calling for you once again. His hand reached for the light switch, but after several times flipping the switch up and down, he came to the conclusion that the lights wouldn’t turn on. Still, he needed to find you. Following the trail of blood, one thing became clear to him. You were gravely hurt…enough to lose this large of an amount of blood. 

Walking into your kitchen, the trail finally ended. In front of Seokmin was the body of an elderly man. Although he had never gotten a proper look at your face, he knew that your voice didn’t match this man’s body. He ran over to the man, checking the pulse on his wrist. It was too late. He hovered his fingers over the man’s mouth, in hopes of any signs of breath, even if faint. Yet again, it was unsuccessful.

How the hell is the meek person he’s been delivering to for years capable of murdering someone?

Before he could think any further, Seokmin could hear your voice from afar. His eyes darted from the window in the living room to the bathroom. Surely, there had to be a better exit to escape. But your keys jangling in the hallway made his decision for him. He hurriedly opened the window, trying his best to slither out from your apartment and making plans to notify someone as soon as he got to safety.

“Why do you always have to kill them in my apartment, Seungcheol?” You groan at your ex-boyfriend’s antics over the phone, sick of cleaning up his messes. 

“You clean ‘em up so well, Y/N. Really, it’s freaky how good you are at cleaning,” Seungcheol reasons, making you more irritated at the unexpected mess you would have to get rid of.

“You would think after centuries of killing you would have gotten better too, Cheol. This is the last time, I swear. Do you even-”

Rounding the corner of your hallway, you freeze. Someone’s in your apartment. You could hear their abnormally fast heartbeat, indicating fear.

“Do I even what?” 

“Nothing. I gotta go,” You hang up on him, knowing that will result in him nagging your ear off the next time you talk to him. But, a sulking Seungcheol was the least of your worries right now.

Your door was already slightly open, with blood pouring out from underneath. Putting your keys away you cursed, Choi Seungcheol, if you weren’t undead already I would kill you with my bare hands. 

Nevertheless, you crept as quietly as you could manage into your place. Bloody shoe prints could be seen all over your floor, notably along your windowsill. You swiftly followed the scent of Seokmin, the delivery man you had become semi-acquainted with in the past couple of years. His scent was aided by the blood trail he left behind. Humans are such idiots, you thought to yourself as you jumped through the same window he fled from.

“SOMEONE, ANYONE, SAVE ME!” Seokmin knew his screaming would be in vain, but still something inside of him made him want to try every method of saving himself, even if it was futile. 

“Seokmin, Seokmin! Stop screaming, jesus. It wasn’t me who did that in there,” You sigh, catching up to him and placing a hand on his shoulder.

 He still tried to run away, completely convinced you were responsible for the unidentified corpse in your apartment. You held him in place with your grip on his shoulder tightening. 

“How can you prove that, you monster!” Seokmin spits, still able to face you due to the adrenaline rushing through his veins.

You pulled out your phone to show the monitoring app for the security camera that you installed months ago. Who would’ve thought that it would prove your innocence? No, who would’ve thought you would’ve wanted to prove your own innocence? Regardless, you backed up the film to three hours ago, turning the screen towards Seokmin. He looks intently at your screen, horrified at the brutal crime he sees take place. 

“Wait-how, how do you know my name?”

“Didn’t you find it odd that you always got the packages to deliver to my place? I requested that you drop off my stuff whenever they came, out of convenience since you knew to just drop off the packages and leave quietly, that is, until tonight,” You explained nonchalantly with a terrified Seokmin still at your mercy. 

“So, you stalked me? Oh my god, I’ve been delivering to a crazy person for the past two years,” Seokmin cried. His body was shaking, still appalled with how you were able to stay unfazed at the murder you just witnessed with him. 

“First I was a monster and now I’m a crazy person. I guess that’s an improvement,” You smirked, releasing your grip on his shoulder. 

“Well, now that we’ve confirmed I’m not the culprit I hope you can carry on with your deliveries-” You stop mid sentence, finally noticing the blood on Seokmin’s hands. That’s why he was so afraid. Blood affects even human’s emotions. Well, that and he probably figured you were the one who killed the poor soul in your apartment. 

But you couldn’t shake the scent that he had. It was familiar, almost too familiar. You couldn’t place your finger on it and it was driving you insane. His smell, it was almost like, almost like a- 

“Drop the act, Seokmin,” you deadpan, irritated that you hadn’t realized his identity earlier.

“What act?”

“You’re really playing this out until the end? Fine, but at least don’t pose like an innocent human for fucks’ sake,” 

His eyebrows knitted together, “But, I am an innocent human!”

You put your hand on his chest, wanting to feel his heartbeat for confirmation. 

“Say that again,” you commanded, the vibrant red glow of your eyes becoming visible as your body became more conscious of the blood on his hands. 

Seokmin gulped nervously. Whatever you were, it was definitely worse than the original speculation he had that you were a killer. 

“I-I’m an in-innocent human…” He stuttered, intentionally saying the sentence slower upon your order. 

His heartbeat, while albeit fast, wasn’t changing enough to prove he’s lying. He was either a damn skilled liar or didn’t know about his true identity either. 

“You have to be shitting me…” You muttered.

His face was still contorted in confusion, not able to understand what was happening. You didn’t give him enough time to process what was happening either, grabbing one of his arms to test your theory out. 

“My…my arm? Wh-” His questioning was cut short as you grabbed the arm from the elbow and twisted it enough to break the bone. The pain was enough to cause a blood curdling scream from him. He held onto his limp arm with his other hand.

“WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!” Seokmin’s infuriated tone confirmed your theory. He had no idea whatsoever of who- no, what he is.

“Let’s go back to my place, we’ve spent too much time outside,” You hushed, feeling more sorry that you just broke his arm. 

“No, why would I ever go with you! You just broke my fucking arm and you expect me to be all happy-go-lucky and follow you? Fuck that L/N,” He was still holding his arm, glaring at you.

You rubbed your temples with your hand, in pure disbelief at how unaware he was of his life and power. 

“Seokmin, try moving your arm-” You began.

“Why would I ever want to do that? You just want to cause me immense pain don’t you?” He growled at you. 

You reached over to grab his supported arm, to which he attempted to dodge your touch. You were still more agile than him though and soon enough his arm fell down to his side. 

His eyebrows once again knitted together in confusion after feeling no pain anymore. He looked at his arm, only to be utterly bewildered at how it was not broken. 

“What did you do to me?” He sobbed, finally letting his tears flow. 

His tears took you aback, unused to emotions. Time to rip the band-aid off since he wouldn’t listen to you any other way.

“Seokmin, I don’t know how to tell you this in a sugar coated way. So, here it goes. You’re a werewolf, freshly turned. I didn’t do anything to you besides break your arm. You were able to heal your injury because werewolves have regenerative abilities,” You informed him.

“You-you’re out of your mind,” He mumbled before fainting, the events of the night finally catching up to his body. More importantly, the adrenaline wearing off.

Well, at least you can take him back to your apartment without any objections. 

The walk back to your apartment was luckily met with no crises of humans seeing you, due to how it was past midnight at this point. If they did, you knew you would be completely screwed. You were currently holding Seokmin by hoisting him over your shoulder, making his body look as if it was a potato sack. 

Soon enough, you were back. Yet, the hallway wasn’t blanketed in more blood than you had left it in. In fact, it was void from any signs of blood. You picked up on a scent once again, this time one that you knew would cause headaches.

Opening your door, you immediately headed to your couch to place Seokmin down. He was still visibly distraught, with a permanent frown on his face as he slept. Turning away from him, you took a deep breath for the approaching conversation.

“How did you handle all the blood on the floor outside?” You questioned, amazed by the spotless appearance of the hallway’s tiles. 

“I licked it up,” Seungcheol began to explain but seeing your expression of disgust made him stop. 

“Do you realize how revolting you sound? That floor has so many germs, I don’t even know the last time they cleaned it,” You groaned.

“We’ve feasted in dirtier conditions, have we not?”

You wince, “Don’t use the word ‘feast’ when you talk about humans. You know I hate the sheer disregard you have for their lives.”

He shrugs, “Prey is prey.”

“And thank you for reminding me why we broke up…” You trailed off, finding a washcloth in your linen closet. 

“Aw, you need a reminder why we broke up? I know our sex was amazing but to think you’re still hung up on me? My sweet Y/N,” Seungcheol walked over to you, having his fingers lightly graze your jawline.

You quickly batted his hand away. Walking over to the kitchen sink to help wash the dry blood off of Seokmin’s unconscious self. You stepped over the dead body, irritated that Seungcheol still hadn’t disposed of it.

“Why haven’t you taken this away from my apartment yet, Cheol?” You whispered through clenched teeth at him, not wanting to wake Seokmin up. 

“Don’t you want a taste, even if it’s just a little?” He tempted, walking over to the corpse and lifting the head up ever so slightly from the ground. His eyes turned red at the thought of you drinking again in his presence. 

“It’s been over a century since I last drank from a human, give it a rest.” 

“A century for us is like a decade for humans. You know, it’s never too late to come back to the coven,” Seungcheol attempts to convince you.

“Seungcheol, we both know why they kicked me out. I mean, look at me right now. If anything that isn’t helping my case,” You placed the washcloth under running water, pointing to the unconscious man on your couch.

“Well, I’m sure you had your reasons. Just like you had reasons back then,” Seungcheol’s tone softens, dropping the head in his hands.

“Reasons for breaking the number one rule of the coven?” You laugh at his naivety, “Cheol, they said if they saw me again in their area they would kill me on the spot. Now imagine if they found out I, not only, am in their area, but again, am also saving a werewolf,” You turned off the water, ringing the excess water out of it.

“They would have to go through me first, I wouldn’t just let you die Y/N,” Seunghcheol’s tone was softer, as he pulled out a chair from your kitchen table to sit down. 

“How heroic of you. You weren’t even supposed to know what happened tonight, although it is your fault since I assume he came in since he saw blood. Anyways, the moment I’m alive again is when I will let you save me. You love the coven, I can’t ruin that for you,” 

“The coven means nothing to me since you were exiled, Y/N. I didn’t ever love the coven, I love you and followed you into it,” Seungcheol reminds you. 

“Seungcheol…” You began.

His professions of love weren’t anything new to you. You assumed he was using them as a tactic to make you come back to the coven, but in the past two centuries or so, it had been harder for you to accept your identity. The coven only made the fact that you were a vampire more real. 

Stirring from his sleep, Seokmin slowly started opening his eyes. He was back in your apartment, watching you and an unknown man whisper. His heartbeat quickened again, recalling the events of the night. He had to get out of your apartment. He tried standing, only to instantly fall back on the couch. You walked over to him with Seungcheol in tow.

“I can’t believe I’m a werewolf,” Seokmin whimpered, “I mean how did I even become one?” 

“At least you know one other monster,” You reassured with as warm of a smile that you could manage. You knew it had to be confusing for him, it was confusing for you and Seungcheol when you suddenly woke up, undead, all those centuries ago. 

“Two,” Seungcheol corrects from behind you, still scowling at the werewolf on your couch. 

You turned to him since his tone was laced with hostility. Unsurprisingly, his eyes were glowing in an attempt to assert dominance over Seokmin.

“Stop trying to scare him, Cheol. I think he can tell you’re scary enough from the permanent cherry tint on your lips from all the blood you drink…”

“His lips are red from drinking blood?” Seokmin questions, his fear growing for his future diet, “Will I…will I have to drink blood too?”

“No, no. I don’t even drink human blood anymore. I can teach you how to hunt some other day, but right now you should just get some rest,” You pat his hand, sure that your behavior shift was confusing for him. Less than two hours ago you broke his arm, now you expect him to sleep over?

Seungcheol rolls his eyes and heads towards your bedroom. 

“Uh, what are you doing going into my bedroom?” Your eyes drift to the corpse in your kitchen once again, indicating you would not be the one to remove it.

“Don’t you want me to stay for the time being? I mean one vampire and an inexperienced mutt won’t stand a chance against the coven,” Seungcheol says as if he’s stating the obvious. 

Seokmin gulps, having fur ears start growing out of nervousness. How did he go from being a delivery man to werewolf in one night? How did he manage to find a safe haven in a vampire’s house? He could feel himself turning hot, overwhelmed by all the changes. 

“I just want to go back to being a delivery man,” His defeated self, still was stuck in his feelings as you and Seungcheol exchanged glances.

“I know this isn’t what you expected, but we will help you and-” You look to Seungcheol still standing in your bedroom’s doorway.

“And we will protect you,” He adds grumpily.

“Promise?” Seokmin’s puppy eyes look up at you.

“Promise,” You and Seungcheol assure in unison.

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I... just woke up... I'm sorry. Can you write... Killer? With prompt 15 and fluff 11? With a f!reader? Thank you...

I have the stupid. I'm sorry.

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lol, don't worry, I understand. Half asleep but you still want to send in a request. hope you like it. hope I didn't make Killer too... fluffy

Warnings: vague mentions of kidnapping, fluff

Word Count: 1320

     You loved walking along the beach, particularly in the early morning. It had become sort of a routine for you, shoes in hand, feeling the surf lapping gently at your skin while you watched the early morning light begin to paint the once dark sky with beautiful golden hues. So early in the morning, things were still quiet save for the sounds of the waves. Part of you knew that you shouldn’t be out here this morning. You’d seen the wreckage from afar, a result of the tempest that the sea had become last night. Not even the best of sailors could navigate the waters around your island in such a storm. Still, you’d seen shipwrecks before and nothing had ever come of them. Items and debris washed ashore, the once strong crew likely lost to the wind and waves, but you’d never had any trouble. If anything, you found the most interesting treasures amongst the wreck. Not just simple coins or gold bars, but exotic fruits, beautiful vases, and delicate silks. You were never greedy, taking just a couple of items, nothing that anybody would miss, but enough to satisfy your desires. Looking away from the sunrise, you turned your head forward again, gasping when you saw an unconscious form laying in the sand, the water seeming to refuse to let him be. Rushing over, you fell to your knees beside him, quickly checking for a pulse. It was there, under his freezing skin, yet surprisingly strong. Grabbing the collar of his shirt, you did your best to drag him further up the beach and out of the reach of the freezing waters. He was heavy, though perhaps that was to be expected, he was rather broad and muscular. You weren’t weak by any means, but dragging a full grown man was no easy task. Gently pulling away his mask, you couldn’t help but pause, stunned by what was hidden beneath the beaten metal. Without thinking, your fingertips gently traced his lips, hypnotized by him. Almost as soon as your fingers finished making their way around his lips, a hand suddenly shot out, grabbing your wrist, making you gasp in shock, the man staring at you.

     “Who are you and where am I?” he asked calmly, pushing himself up into a sitting position and looking around.

     “Y-Y/n, you’re on my island. Your… your ship must have been caught in the storm last night.” you said, biting your lip as you glanced briefly at the wreckage. 

     “The Victoria Punk and Kid wouldn’t be sunk that easily. This is likely the remains of the vessel we attacked.” he said simply. If you’d been unsure of his status as a pirate before, there were no longer any doubts as he continued looking around.

     The two of you soon found out that while his ship and his captain had made it out of the storm, their ship had been heavily damaged, leaving the blond stranded on your island until his captain repaired their ship. Until then, the blond, whose name you’d learned was Killer, was staying with you. Not that you minded terribly he was surprisingly kind to you, he was a good cook, and he was a surprisingly hospitable house guest. Looking out your window, you stared out at the beach. His captain was sure to have fixed the ship by now, right? And if he’d fixed the ship then that meant that Killer would be leaving soon… except you didn’t want him to leave. You’d grown attached to the pirate in the short time that he’d been staying with you. Every ship that you saw on the horizon had since become a source of anxiety, afraid that the next ship you saw would be the Victoria Punk. 

     “Are you alright?” a familiar voice asked from behind you, drawing you out of your thoughts. You looked over at Killer, hoping that the smile you were giving him didn’t look too forced.

     “Just thinking about when your ship will arrive. It’s been some time, I’m sure your captain has made repairs by now.” you said, telling him, at least some of, the truth. 

     “It depends on how bad the damages were. But I suppose it’ll be soon. I’m sure you’ll be relieved to no longer have a pirate in your home.” he said. Your brow furrowed as you tilted your head, you’d gotten to know him fairly well, well enough that he sounded… sorrowful?

     “I’ve… actually grown accustomed to your presence. It’ll be… lonely without you.” you admitted, looking away from the blond. Killer stared at you for a moment before walking over, stopping just in front of you. He was so close as he placed a hand under your chin, lifting your head to look at him.

     “Why do you look so upset? I thought having a pirate around was becoming troublesome.” he asked, thinking about how much trouble the people on your island had been giving you. You swallowed hard as you looked up at him, should you tell him how you felt? It might be your last chance to do so before his ship returned. And even if he rejected you, he’d leave soon, meaning that any awkwardness would only be temporary. Though that spoke nothing of the heartbreak you’d be suffering from.

     “I’m… I’m sad to see you go. I’ve grown… rather fond of you. I don’t care what the people here say, I… Killer, I don’t want you to go, I… I” you hesitated for a moment, “I love you.” you whispered, words barely loud enough for Killer to hear them. But he’d heard them and he knew he’d heard them correctly. You loved him, you were in love with him.

     “Look at me, Y/n.” he said sternly, making you open your eyes to look up into his own. Staring into your eyes, he forgot what he wanted to say for a moment, entranced by your beautiful eyes, “Come with me. I want to keep you by my side.” he said softly, his hand moving to caress your cheek, his rough palm against your soft skin. Part of you was at a loss for words, another part of you simply wanted to jump into his arms, and yet another wanted to tackle him as you repeated your answer again and again.

     “Killer I…” you hesitated once more, struggling with the words, “I… Just kiss me already, please.” you asked, his lips meeting yours not even a full second later. Instantly, you melted in his arms as he held you close, his lips pressed against yours in a passionate kiss. He almost didn’t pull away, even when air became a must, pulling back only long enough for you both to gulp down some oxygen before diving back in. The blond only stopped when it was clear you were becoming light headed, allowing you to catch your breath, both of you breathing heavily as you stood there, enjoying the moment.

     “I’m not giving you a choice anymore, Y/n. I’m a pirate, I’ll kidnap you if I must, but I can’t leave without you.” he said, the slightest hint of desperation in his voice, bubbling just under the surface. He’d never admit it to anyone but you or Kid, but he didn’t think he could live without you anymore, he had to have you by his side. 

     “You don’t need to go that far. I’ll go with you. I’ll gladly join you.” you said, smiling at him. He immediately pulled you in for another kiss, this one rougher than the first, though his passion was just as strong, as if attempting to drown you in his feelings for you. And you’d gladly let him so long as he stayed by your side, whether on your island or on the ocean, you’d stay with him. Of all the treasures you’d ever found on the beach, he was your favorite.

[ourtearsofrain]

Bonus Sanny Chapter

Pairings: Jake Kiszka x Reader, Sam Kiszka x Danny Wagner

Genre: ANGST, fluff, hurt/comfort

Word Count: little over 2.1 k

Warnings: descriptions of severe wound, retelling traumatic experience, cleaning wounds, Josh’s a dick and Sam yells at him for it

A/N: the reason this isnt ch 12 is because i wrote it after i had written ch 12 because i wanted to elaborate on Sammy and Dannys story 🥹🫶

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As soon as they feel the ship stop, Samuel and Jacob are on their feet, watching the door for Daniel’s return. He bursts through it moments later, his eyes landing on Polaris, praying that he would see their chest rising and falling. His gaze goes down to their stomach, an angry welt of burnt flesh in the place of their stab wound. His eyes dart between the two other men as he moves towards the table, gently picking Polaris up. “You- you cauterized it?”

Jacob says nothing as they make their way through the halls, trailing close behind Daniel with Samuel at his side. “He had to.” Samuel whispers.

“That was a smart move, Jacob. You saved their life. With the amount of blood they were losing when I left, they wouldn’t have made it this far if not for you.”

Joshua joins them as they begin down the dock to the town, worry on his face as he looks over Samuel. “Are you ok?”

He brushes the question off. “I’m fine. Polaris needs Rosanna.”

Jacob finally speaks up, his gaze set on Polaris in Daniel’s arms as he directs his words to Joshua. “Go get Rosanna, bring her to the house.”

He scoffs, his steps faltering slightly. “And why should I? They could still be a traitor.”

“THEY AREN’T, JOSHUA!” Samuel’s voice startles them, not used to seeing their younger brother so furious. “They fucking saved my life. So, you’re going to go get Rosanna so we can make sure we have done all we can to save theirs.” His enraged stare is enough to leave the older man speechless.

“Yeah- ok fine, I’ll go get Rosanna.” He separates from the group, jogging in the direction of Rosanna’s tavern as the others continue towards The Kiszka house. Jacob rushes in front of Daniel as they reach the doorstep, opening the door for him quickly as they file in. Daniel immediately heads for the bedroom, setting Polaris down lightly as they wait for their brother to return with Rosanna.

“You ok, Sam?” Daniel’s voice is gentle as he observes the other man standing at Polaris’ side, looking down at them with terror on his face as he absentmindedly chews his cuticles.

His eyes dart up to Daniel as he removes his hand from his lips. “I will be when Rosanna gets here. I will be if they- when they wake up.” Daniel sees tears brimming in his eyes once more, and he decides to drop it. The minutes pass excruciatingly slow as they wait, each man in separate states of distress.

Finally, they hear the front door open, and Rosanna rushes into the room seconds later. She shoos Jacob away from Polaris’ side, kneeling next to the bed as she pulls their shirt up to get a look at the severity of the wound. Joshua lingers in the doorway to the room, not knowing where he would put himself if he fully entered.

“You cauterized it?” Rosanna looks between the men as Jacob nods. “Jacob I could fucking kiss you. That’s what I would’ve done, with how bad it looks like it was.” Rosanna brings her hand to Polaris’ forehead, checking their temperature before bringing her fingers down to their wrist, feeling their pulse. She lets out a breath of relief.

“Well, I’ve got good news and bad news. The good news is, there’s not much else that can be done. The bleeding’s stopped, and that burn should heal over faster than if someone had sewn it back up. The bad news is, it might take a while for them to- to wake up.”

She looks between the men apologetically. “With how bad it is, their body’s shut down to conserve energy, to keep them alive. It doesn’t help that they’re practically starving and severely dehydrated.”

“How long could it be? Before they wake up.” Samuel whispers as tears begin to trail down his cheeks.

“Anywhere from a couple days to- to a couple weeks. I’m sorry, kid. You guys did good, you got them out, and you kept them alive.”

“I’m going back to The God Song. Need to start planning how to find Helena again.” Joshua says quickly, already turning to leave.

Samuel shoots up, turning on his brother again. “Could you at least pretend to care about them? For even a fucking minute?”

Joshua turns back, his face blank as he crosses his arms. “Until you tell us what exactly they did to become a saint in your eyes, no.” Samuel says nothing, opening and closing his mouth as he tries to find the words. Joshua sees his opportunity to push his buttons even further, hoping that he would snap if he pushed the right one.

“So, tell us, Samuel. What did Polaris do for you that has got you wrapped around their fucking finger like this?”

Samuel sets his jaw, tears spilling down his cheeks as he says nothing. Not knowing where to start, he decides to show them instead, shrugging Jacob’s jacket off as he turns. The other four gasp at the sight of his back, and while the marks from Helenas whip were mostly scabbed over, a few had broken open and were trailing blood down his back from his attempt to pick Polaris up. Samuel turns around again, throwing Jacob’s jacket on one of the empty beds as he stares at the floor, not wanting to meet the others eyes.

“We hadn’t even been there for a fucking day when Helena did it. She took me to the room next to where we were being kept and- and she-” Samuel stops himself as a sob shakes his body, but the others need no further explanation to know exactly what she did. He takes a deep breath, trying to collect himself before continuing.

“I blacked out at some point. The next thing I remember was the cold stone underneath me and Polaris at my side. They managed to clean it the best they could- they- they used the little water they gave us and the sleeve of their shirt to do it. Let me rest my head on them to try and find what little comfort we could in that fucking cell.”

He wipes his cheeks roughly with the back of his hand as his tears slow. “They managed to get one of the guards to bring them some alcohol, so it wouldn’t get infected. Helped me wrap it with the scraps of my shirt. They refused to let me sleep against the dirty walls, so let me rest against them. They showed me- they showed me immense kindness and care when I had called them a traitor not even three hours before. They never fucking left my side, made sure I knew I wasn’t alone in that godforsaken place.”

His eyes lock on Joshua’s, his stare intense and serious as he finishes his story. “So that’s why I care so much about them, Joshua. Because no matter how much fucking excruciating pain I was in, no matter how fucking hopeless I felt, how fucking close I was to giving up completely-” His voice breaks, causing him to take a moment to collect himself once more. “They were there. They didn’t leave me, so I’m not leaving them.”

The room is silent as they process everything Samuel had just revealed. Joshua’s voice is quiet and full of shame when he finds it. “Samuel, I- I’m so sorry. I didn’t know-”

“No. How could you? Because they- they always have to be the fucking bad guy to you.”

“Sam I-”

He cuts his oldest brother off harshly. “You can go now. Find a way to get to the bitch that did this, or whatever you were going to do.”

Joshua’s mouth closes as his shoulders droop at his words. Despite knowing he was more than deserving of them, they still cut him deep. He turns without another word, deciding to let Samuel cool off before trying to apologize again. The room is filled with tension at his departure. With the way he looked up to his older brothers, Samuel never spoke to Joshua like that. He had never spoken to anyone like that, had never been fueled with that level of rage before.

“C’mere, Samuel. Let me see your back.” Rosanna stands, making her way around the bed towards the man before she looks him over carefully.

“You don’t need stitches, not with how healed they are. Just need to clean you up and get some clean bindings over them and they should be alright. Polaris- Polaris did an amazing job, with what little resources you had. Come out into the other room and I’ll get you fixed up.”

Daniel cuts in, starting towards them. “It’s alright, I can do it. You should get back to your bar, make sure they haven’t raided all your good liquor stores yet.”

She laughs lightly, silently praying that everything was just the way she had left it at her bar. “If you insist.” She pats Samuel’s shoulder lightly before she makes her way towards the door. “You’re in good hands, Samuel. Don’t hesitate to yell for me if either of you need anything.”

With that, she leaves without another word. Samuel sighs, bringing his hand to his forehead. Jacob looks over at his younger brother, apology written across his face. “Sam I-”

“Please, Jake. I don’t mean to sound like an ass but, not right now. I don’t want any apologies for what happened to me, I just want Polaris to be ok.”

Jacob stays quiet, understanding where his brother was coming from. Daniel takes hold of his bicep gently, beginning to pull him from the room. “Come on, Sammy. Let’s go get you cleaned up.”

Samuel plants his feet as he shakes his head, trying his best to resist Daniel. “I’m not leaving them.”

Daniel brings his mouth close to Samuel’s ear, speaking loud enough for only him to hear. “They’ll be ok with Jacob, and if anything happens, which it won’t, we’ll only be in the other room.”

Samuel’s gaze goes between Polaris and Daniel a few times before he finally gives in, Daniel leading them out of the room before gently closing the door behind him. He guides Samuel onto a tall, backless bar stool before leaving him momentarily, returning with a bottle of their strongest alcohol, some clean cloth, and bandages.

Daniel says nothing as he sets in on cleaning the other man’s back, unintentionally flinching from his skin as he winces at the contact. After a few minutes, he finds his voice again. “As much as I hate what you two went through, that you even needed it in the first place, I’m- I’m glad you had Polaris in there. To remind you that you didn’t have to get through it alone. Like-” He cuts himself off briskly, not knowing how Samuel would feel about the comparison.

Samuel finishes his sentence. “Like I did for you. When your parents died.”

“Yes.” He sets the cloth down, finding the bandages before beginning to wrap Samuel’s back.

“I thought about you so many times when we were in there. Everyday.” His words are barely a whisper, his confession falling upon the silence of the room as Daniel pauses his motions.

“Really?”

“Yes. I didn’t- I didn’t know if I would ever see you again, Danny.” Daniel doesn’t know how to respond as he finishes, tucking the end of the bandage into itself gently. Samuel turns in his seat to face the other man, his eyes locking with Daniel’s as he works up the courage to continue.

“I thought I was going to die without telling you-” He tears his eyes from Daniel, looking down at his hands in his lap as he picked at the skin around his nails.

“Without telling me what, Sam?” Samuel remembers what Polaris had told him that first day they were in the cell together, about how Daniel felt the same as he did. Daniel brings a hand down to the other man’s hands, his thumbs lightly grazing his knuckles as he swept it across his skin in comforting motions. Samuel brings his gaze back to rest on Daniel, seeing nothing in his eyes but sincere care.

“That I loved you. I always have, Danny. I was- I was too scared that you didn’t feel the same, that I would ruin whatever it was that we had by telling you.” The tear that runs down his cheek is quickly brushed away by Daniel’s hand as he brings it up to cup his jaw, slightly bending towards him until his lips are on Samuel’s. He leans into his touch, one of his hands coming up to cup Daniel’s as his other tangles in his hair, pulling him towards him.

Daniel eventually breaks their kiss, staying within Samuel’s touch as he looks at the other man, his pupils blown wide. “I love you too, Sammy. Always have, always will.”

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[diorsbrando]

― SUGAR COATED, LIES UNFOLDING, YOU STILL LICK THE WRAPPER....

 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 WARNINGS & 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎!     ⤿ pairings: yandere! satoru gojo  x  black!fem!oc!

 SUMMARY, the day that the strongest sorcerer satoru gojo laid his blindfolded eyes on iris kumiko, was the day he slowly started to rot into something darker, something much more frightening. despite this, he knew he just had to have a taste of her.

WORD COUNT, 3.7k

INCLUDES, explicit content, teasing, obsessive thoughts, mentions of cursed techniques and dangerous occupations, descriptions of previous character death

NOTES, not me re-falling in love with gojo again after writing this ... anyway manga coloring is not mine, it belongs to @mangacolourings​ , please check out and support their edits! the oc is kinda like toji but not really??? yeah i’ll explain later. pls excuse any errors, this isn’t beta-read. reblogs are heavily appreciated, not just likes!

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    “HEY IRIS, CAN YOU do me a favor and check his pupils for any kind of movement? they could be dilating, contracting, any kind of response.” the brown haired doctor shoko ieiri asked her medical assistant, iris. despite only working under shoko for about a month, she had gotten quite comfortable in her daily routine, treating wounding sorcerers the best she could, and shoko seemed to put a lot of trust in her.

iris grabbed a small, handheld flashlight and walked over to where the ‘patient’ laid, unmoving, causing iris to frown at the boy’s unfortunate predicament. the boy in question, pink-haired yuuji itadori, lost in a battle dealing with the special grade curse ryomen sukuna, the alleged ‘king of curses’.

she continued to peer at the boy with sad eyes, feeling bad for him because he was just so young, too young getting involved in such dangerous affairs. it were moments like these that she felt grateful for leaving the precarious world of an assassin and certain aspects of the jujutsu world. after a while, the feeling of constantly looking over her shoulder, having to make difficult choices where one path could lead to life or death― all of it became too much. although there wasn’t any way to completely escape from this lifestyle, working with shoko was the better alternative in comparison.

iris hovered over the boy’s rather muscled body and used her gloved fingers to pry his right eye open. shining the ray of light directly in its line of vision, she waved it around a bit and watched closely for the subtlest of responses. they didn’t react at all. checking his other eye gathered her the same result.

with a heavy exhale she stepped back from the yuuji’s lifeless body. the boy was dead. 

sure, she had seen many dead people, her own hands being the reason for some of their demise, but this... for some reason this was affecting her more than she expected.

“nothing,” she finally breathed out after a moment of silence, loud enough for shoko to hear. “he’s…he’s dead. i don’t even feel a pulse.”

shoko stared at her and then back at yuuji with a solemn expression painting her tired features.

slipping on a pair of sterile medical gloves, she walked towards iris, “i see…right. for now, we can continue to clean him up and patch his wounds un—“

the door to the examination room slammed open, cutting shoko’s sentence off short. two men came into view, one of them white haired and a teasing smile on his lips, the other looked stiff and nervously gripped a clipboard in their arms.

the man that looked like he was about to throw up was ichiji. iris vaguely remembered him from the first she visited the school grounds. he’d helped her get settled into her room and showed her around the general area. iris waved at him shyly and responded with a head nod and soft smile.

the tall, white haired man next to him— he had to be at least six feet in height— iris hadn’t seen before. a moment later is when it registered in her brain just who this man was. that blindfold was a tell-tale sign. 

he was the strongest sorcerer there was, satoru gojo. 

the small grin he had on his lips faltered slightly when he turned his head to look in the dead boy laying on the table, like an animal, ready to be dissected and examined. there was a visible crease in his brow, but all signs of any remotely negative emotion evaporated from his countenance within an instant.

iris saw through him though. 

“hey shoko, what’s up?” he drawled out a greeting as he bent down slightly to her shorter stature. 

iris caught her gaze lingering on gojo for longer than she intended. her eyes subconsciously scanned every noticeable change in his facial expressions in an attempt to try to read and decipher just what type of person he was. but she didn’t gain much information; half of his face was concealed and his voice never fluctuated whenever he responded to whatever her coworker told him. 

and then he turned his head to look at her. 

“hmmm? and who are you? were you always standing there?”

the young woman felt her heart thump rapidly in her chest as embarrassment crashed over her in waves, completely caught off guard with his sudden interest in her presence. her discomfort soon gave way to irritation, because how could someone like him of all people, not notice her standing just feet away? it had to be a joke. a cruel joke.

gojo’s crystal blue eyes twinkled in mischief from behind his blindfold at iris’ sudden abashed body language. of course he knew she was there; he noticed as soon as he stepped foot in the room by analyzing the amount of cursed energy that circulated through the atmosphere. her cursed energy residue was foreign to him, and so... subdued, there might as well have not been any at all. 

the white-haired sorcerer also couldn’t help but think the annoyed furrow in her eyebrows was the cutest thing in the world. gojo had to bite his inner cheek to prevent a humming coo from tumbling past his lips.

thanks to his long legs, he took a singular step forward, until about a foot of space was the only thing separating their two bodies, the brown skinned woman instinctively flinched backwards. gojo found himself fighting the abrupt and unfamiliar urge to close the space even more. just to mess with her a little, was the rationale he decided to go with. bending slightly to her height, he briefly turned off his infinity and patted her smooth cheek in a condescending manner, as if he were addressing a toddler.

satoru didn’t want to admit to himself that he just wanted an excuse to touch her. his palm was burning with the urge to do so ever since he saw her. and her skin, like ice, cooled that burning desire.

“relax, i’m only kidding!! just a harmless little joke, alright? so just chill out,” letting out an airy chuckle. gojo didn’t move right away, he let his finger graze iris’s jaw for a second more, carefully watching her facial expressions. he found himself smirking when iris did nothing but stare at him intensely, as if she was stuck in some kind of stupor.

she was not expecting him to come up and touch her in such a….familiar manner. her face tingled with his surprisingly gentle touch, not remembering a time where she had been caressed like that. 

gojo plopped down on one of the benches, mumbling something under his breath, but iris chose to ignore it. shoko and ichiji briefly exchanged puzzled gazes with one another, apparently wondering the same thing. only a moment of deafening quiet passed before gojo opened his mouth again. “you didn’t answer my question though. what’s your name?” 

iris internally scoffed at his voice, already not being very fond of ‘the world’s strongest sorcerer’. her impression that he was immature and never took anything serious would stick in her mind for a long time.

despite this, she replied in a soft voice, “...it’s iris. iris kumiko. i just started here not too long ago and i work with shoko. it’s a pleasure to meet you.” iris bowed her head slightly as a form of greeting. she did the same to ichiji, who has since relaxed his tense posture a bit. “hi ichiji, it’s nice to see you again.”

the spectacled man nodded his head in return, a small smile pulling on his lips, “hello to you too, miss kumiko, and likewise.”

gojo hummed to himself at her introduction, and nodded his head absentmindedly. his covered eyes were on her figure, watching her retrieve papers from her desk to hand to shoko.

it genuinely puzzled gojo on why his gaze insisted on following her every movement, or why he turned off his infinity just to touch her. he found himself wanting to commit every brush of her plush skin, every facial expression, every curve and dip of her body to memory and engrave it in his brain forever. but why? it wasn’t like she was anything special.

right? right, she was weak. it was blatantly obvious. iris shouldn’t have any significance to satoru gojo. but...

a loud, exasperated sigh pulled the sorcerer out of his own head. shoko leaned on the table next to wear yuuji laid, curling her hair around her finger. “are you even listening to me, satoru?

gojo wolfish grin tugged at his lips, knowing damn well he barely heard a word his friend said, “’course i was! you were talking about what to do with the body.”  throwing his arm on the back of the chair,  his tall figure sat slouched in his seat, unintentionally spreading his legs wider while the other hand rested on his lap. iris didn’t miss the way his pink tongue ran over his bottom lip, making them even shinier than they were before. she quickly averted her eyes away from him and back to the papers sitting in front of her, squeezing her legs tightly under her desk in an attempt to retain her composure. 

dammit, she cursed in her mind at nothing in particular, why’d he have to go and sit like that?

no one would know that gojo was eyeing iris once more from behind his mask. he watched how her glossy, dark-lined lips got sucked between her teeth in apprehension, how her manicured index finger drummed on her desk, how that little crease formed between her eyebrows again― he knew she was watching him and was finding her reaction to every minuscule thing he did very entertaining.

he sighed dramatically, as if this conversation about his now dead student was annoying him. “you can cut him up or something, i don’t know. i’m sure the higher ups are satisfied enough with him being dead.” all three adults were slightly taken aback by gojo’s blasé tone and response about what to do with yuuji’s corpse.

the hand that laid limply across his lap clenched into a tight fist, the veins against his pale skin becoming prominent. “fucking old geezers. they knew this would happen by sending him out on that mission. this is the reason why i decided to pursue a career in education: to try and reform this broken world of jujutsu sorcery by teaching the next generation of sorcerers how to be strong and insightful to combat its stupid ideals. to create a better world.”

iris was entranced at how gojo’s tone shifted from indifference to one full of conviction so effortlessly. not even knowing what was so bad about these ‘higher ups’, she found gojo’s reason for doing what he does admirable. he had morals, despite him being a provocative little shit.

suddenly, a gasp bounced off the walls of the morgue-like room, and yuuji itadori shot up from his horizontal position on the metal table, eyes wide and glossed over with confusion.

everyone stared at the pink-haired boy in awe. ichiji looked like he was about pass out; gojo’s expression seemed to brighten considerably, unable to contain a pearly toothed smile; shoko stood next to him, completely stunned with an unreadable expression on her face, and iris let the pen she was holding drop onto the ground.

gojo was the first to cut through the thick silence. “yuuji!” he exclaimed excitedly in a child-like voice. “look who’s back from the dead,” the sorcerer stood up from his seated position and strode over to the boy, dapping him up in a friendly handshake. iris could tell from that interaction alone just how much yuuji and his resurrection meant to him. 

“how’re you feelin’?”

the pink haired boy practically beamed at him, “i feel great, actually! freezing cold, but great! it’s nice to be back.” 

turning to shoko, yuuji bowed his head as a thank you for taking care of him until now and for the dark towel to wrap around his exposed body. then, his brown eyes met with that of iris’s, and she felt herself stiffen in her chair, once again startled by the unexpected attention.

like a curious puppy, yuuji tilted his head to the side, his expression glazed in confusion. “who’re you? have you always worked here?”

it was almost the exact same question that the white-haired sorcerer had asked her, except this time there wasn’t a teasing or knowing lilt in his voice that left any room to question his sincerity. unlike his sensei, he was genuinely confused.

“my name—

“this,” gojo took the liberty in answering for her, “is iris kumiko.” a feeling that iris couldn’t quite articulate shot up her spine and whizzed around in her frontal lobe when she heard her full name roll off his tongue. it sounded so smoothe or, dare she say, so natural. no, iris quickly clenched her eyes shut, that was just wishful thinking. 

still, it managed to give her goosebumps under her sweater. 

“she just started working here as shoko’s assistant,” gojo paused to look at her, grinning to show off his blinding white canines. in the short time she’s known him, iris now knew that him smirking in such a manner could never mean anything good. “isn’t that right, angel?”

and then, there was a pause. 

honestly, it just....slipped out. he didn’t mean to call her that. at least, not at first. and not so soon. he had half a mind to deflect the tension in the air and play it off with a joke or something until he really scanned the look on her face. immediately, he decided against it; iris liked it. 

iris felt her breath hitch in her throat at his sudden use of the pet name; it certainly caught her off guard. her? an angel? a heavenly and beautiful being? such words have never been used to describe her before, so she had a hard time processing his ‘compliment’, if she could even call it that. iris could feel her face grow uncomfortably hot and her heart was doing a marathon in her chest. 

and so, her mind couldn’t help but indulge in the delusions of being referred to so affectionately. what if she didn’t bother correcting him? what would happen then? she found it so shameful that she didn’t want to refute his sweet words. she found it embarrassing to admit that she absorbed this kind of attention from him,  certainly not the patronizing teasing from before.

but still, she couldn’t just let him say that.

“yes, i do work here with ms. shoko. and please, don’t call me that. it’s...unprofessional.” iris glared at the fists clenched on her lap. she thought for a moment before opening her mouth again, her voice getting even quieter than before, “i only just met you.”

by now, it was safe to assume that a smug or impish expression was a permanent feature on gojo’s face. “hmmmm. so you’re implying that when i do get to know you better i can call you that?”

any response she would have had quickly evaporated at his assumption, “we— n-no! that’s not.. y-you can’t just—”

yuuji, who was slipping on a large white t-shirt and black sweatpants, was next to shoko, watching the interaction before him unfold in wonder. leaning over, he whispered to the doctor, “are they like...flirting with each other? i didn’t know gojo-sensei had a girlfriend.”

of course, yuuji wasn’t being all that quiet, because iris whipped her head around in astonishment. if her skin were pale, she probably would have looked like a tomato. “NO, we’re not!!” iris denied vehemently. the level of her voice increased, and guilt immediately washed over her figure.

calm down. there wasn’t any real reason to raise her voice or let her emotions take control. honestly, it was hard for iris to believe that this man she just met was getting her all worked up over something so trivial.

gojo had since returned back to his seat, thoroughly enjoying iris’ calm and collected exterior begin to crack a little.

after clearing her throat and taking a deep breath, she spoke again, this time in her normal, gentle tone. “we’re not. clearly gojo just... likes to mess with people.” she glanced at him briefly before speaking again. “anyway, enough about him, how are you feeling right now? any abnormal pains?” iris promptly turned her attention away from gojo and onto his student instead, asking the necessary follow up questions about his physical health, considering the fact he just came back from the dead. she focused immensely on yuuji as a means to distract her thoughts from drifting off to the white haired sorcerer sitting mere feet away from her.

satoru gojo couldn’t lie to himself and say that iris dismissing him so easily, so simply, didn’t leave his heart twisting and panging uncomfortably in his chest. a small pout formed on his plump, pink lips. why was he so bothered by it? 

once again, gojo found himself staring at iris’s figure. she quickly plagued his mind like an infection, with the way he just couldn’t push her out of his thoughts. as cliche as it sounded, there was just something about her...

slightly squinting his eyes, he scrutinized her cursed energy levels a second time, only finding minimal traces of it like before. but then, his eyebrow piqued in curiosity when he noticed a particular...oddity.

“ichiji, hand me that pocketknife in your waistcoat.” gojo calmly demanded his associate. the spectacled men whipped his head around to stare at gojo and his expecting hand incredulously. “w-what? but...but how did you even―” he cut himself off with a small groan, knowing that trying to make sense of gojo’s random request would get him nowhere.

with a sigh, he dug into the inner pockets of his waistcoat and dropped the object in gojo’s large palms. twirling the pocketknife in between his long fingers, he flicked the blade open and positioned it in his hand as if he were about to throw it at somebody. that somebody was iris’s back. 

quickly catching on to what he was about to do, ichiji placed a firm hand on his broad shoulder, and hissed a quiet plea in his ear. “gojo....whatever it is you’re about to do, don’t do it. there’s no reason to attack miss―

“oh relax, i’m not ‘attacking’ her. i just want to...test something out.” gojo interrupted ichiji whilst shrugging his hand off of his shoulder. ichiji cursed in his mind. as much as he hated being confrontational in any way, especially against his superiors (and of course, because he could never catch a break, this time it just had to be gojo), it would haunt his conscience forever if he just stood by and let him behave recklessly. if his assumptions were correct, then gojo’s 'test of theory’ could very well kill iris.

the dark haired man took hold of gojo’s strong arm. “satoru, please, think about th―”

“ichiji,” gojo uttered in a low, deep voice, his eyebrow twitching in irritation. it was almost as if he were warning him not to say another word. ichiji froze, immediately releasing gojo’s arm from his grip and scooted in the opposite direction. there was something about the way gojo spoke his colleague’s name that made ichiji’s blood run cold. he had never heard gojo sound like this before in all his years of knowing him. it was definitely enough to shut him up. 

with his dark mood disappearing as quickly as it came, gojo poured a generous amount of his own cursed energy into the blade, causing it to elongate and twist and bend, deforming its overall shape. flicking his wrist backwards only a little, he launched the now cursed object in iris’s general direction, with tremendous force and great speed.

in the middle of yuuji’s check up with shoko, iris could immediately sense the pocket knife’s presence as soon as it left gojo’s fingertips. it was an incredible amount of cursed energy, even in just one little piece of plastic and metal. it gave iris a taste of just how powerful gojo really was. 

as instinctively as breathing, within half a second iris’s countenance went blank and she turned her body around, catching the small weapon in between her index and middle finger, only millimeters away from her face. stopping the blade so abruptly at such high speeds caused a gust of wind to flow through hers hair, as well as shoko & yuuji’s.

just as gojo expected, iris’s cursed energy levels skyrocketed, and was now even more menacing than before. it had become so intense that both yuuji and shoko leaned away from her uneasily. iris’s cursed energy was suffocating, nearly on par with a special grade sorcerer.

gojo’s eyebrows raised in epiphany. she was suppressing it, he had concluded. only the most skilled sorcerers, some cursed spirits or even unregistered special grades had the ability to mask their cursed energy presence. but, iris wasn’t a sorcerer...was she? if she was, he figured she would have said so when she introduced herself, so that couldn’t have been it.

one question led to two more, which only left gojo even more invested in the specimen that was iris kumiko.

if looks could kill, with the way iris scowled at him, gojo would have been a dead man.

“wow,” he commented breathlessly. if one didn’t know any better, you could have mistaken gojo’s expression for being lovestruck or having hearts in his eyes.

that mischievous grin had returned to his luscious, pink lips. everyone was shocked at what gojo just attempted to do, shoko looking more miffed than anyone. leaning forward on his knees, gojo asked in a suggestive tone, “tell me, iris, who are you really? because any normal person wouldn’t even have enough time to dodge, let alone catch it with their bare hands. you’re not exactly normal, aren’t’cha, angel?”

the current ambiance, as well as the way iris’s body slightly trembled, confirmed what gojo already knew as soon as he walked in here: he was going to have a lot of fun getting to know iris. he was going to enjoy breaking her in.

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[call-to-the-wyatt]

Percy Jackson x Child Of Apollo!GN!Reader- Clueless- Part 1

Not requested, it just poped up in my mind, hope you enjoy!

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this imagines is happening between The Last Olympian and The Lost Hero, but Percy and Annabeth aren’t dating. | written & posted: June 27th, 2022 | word count: 1386

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Annabeth and Grover ran into the infirmary, half-carrying half-dragging Percy between them.

Y\N, who just finished sewing Aphrodite’s son’s arm, turned to see what happened. They needed to hold back thier surprise; Percy was pale, his lips were blue, and his whole body was wet and shaking.

“What happened?” they asked as they checked Percy’s body heat, pulse and blood pressure, avoiding the hard pounding of their heart. Focus, they thought. You need to help Percy.  

“We sailed in a canoe across the lake, and Percy jumped in the water to swim and check on the creaturs there, as always.” Annabeth said, breathing heavily. “After a while Grover-”

“-I felt Percy wasn’t okay,” Grover interrupted Annabeth. “He told me in his mind to help him because he’s in danger! So I told it to Annabeth and-”

“I took the canoe all over the lake but I didn’t find anything,” Annabeth interrupted Grover. Gods, I wish they stop doing that, Y\N thought. “So we asked the Nayads to help, and eventually they found Percy and brought him to our canoe. He looked like he looks now, as if he-”

“Drowned” Y\N finished her sentence. It was impossible, Percy was Poseidon’s son, he wasn’t supposed to drown or get wet- but here he was, looking just like someone who just drowned.

They knew it could be a prank; but Percy wasn’t the guy who pretends he drowned and make all of his friends worry. Y\N knew Percy since they both came to camp, when they were 12, and they remember how guilty Percy seemed at his funeral when he saw everyone mourn over him; he would never make his friends sorrow on purpose, which means he really drowned.

“Will?” Y\N called. Will was there in a minuete. “What you need, Y\N?”

“Put Percy on this cot and go get some towels and blankets, please” Y\N told their brother, thinking what to do.

Will nodded. He took Percy from his friends and layed him on the cot, then he whispered “he’ll be fine” in Y\N’s ear and went away. He was the only one who knew Y\N has a crush on Percy, although they thought it was pretty clear.

Y\N had another secret- Apollo, their father, blessed them with a voice that can be used almost like charmspeaking, but for other purposes; their voice could be used to effect people but not the same way charmspeaking does- Y\N’s voice was a tool, they could use it to calm people or boost their energy, it could make people see things the way Y\N does, and if they were singing to a sick\injured people it made their natural healing process faster.

Now they used it to make people listen to them and do as they say- Annabeth and Grover wanted to help Percy, but Y\N wasn’t sure if they’ll listen to them. “Grover, go get some herbs from the Demeter cabin, explain the situation and they’ll know what to do”

Grover nodded and went out, absolutely convinced Y\N know what they say.

“Annabeth-” Athena’s daughter recoiled when she heard how convincing Y\N’s voice is; she almost never followed orders, only when someone used charmspeaking. “Go to Apollo’s cabin, there’s a bottle full of golden liquid on my night stand, please bring it here; there are poems on the wall next to it”

Annabeth nodded, surprised by how powerful Y\N’s voice was, and did as they said.

Y\N turned around and looked at Percy. They brushed his hair away from his forehead with their fingers, sigh at how soft his hair was. “I wish you felt for me what I feel for you” they said. “I wish you would see how I feel about you. I wish you could be mine and I could be yours.” They sighed again, a single tear rolling on their cheek. “I love you” they whispered and took Percy’s cold hand in thiers, sobbing from sorrow.

Percy didn’t hear those words, but they were the words he wanted to hear most- even if he didn’t know it.

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I’ll post part 2 very soon, it just started feeling a little long to me.

Love you! - Bar

[thewomenofchicagopd]

Not Ready to Lose You- Hailey Upton

Pairing: Hailey x Reader

Summary: You and Hailey are chasing perps, what happens when one of y'all gets shot.

Requested: No

Warnings: blood, gunshots, hospital-please let me know if there are any others.

Word Count: 1379

You were running down the sidewalk trying to find Hailey after losing sight of the suspect you were chasing. Rounding the corner, you entered the back alley with no sign of Hailey or the suspect she was chasing. You looked all around you, but no one was in sight. Taking off down the alley, you pulled your comm out of your pocket to radio Hailey.

"Hailey, where are you?"

"I'm headed south toward the pawn shop."

You stuffed your comm into your back pocket and took off. Thankfully it wasn't far from where you were standing. As you got closer to the pawn shop, you saw Hailey turn the opposite way into the alley you were running down. You sped up, but not fast enough. Gunshots rang out, and you saw Hailey drop to the floor. You didn't even see the perp pull a gun out; everything happened quickly. You pulled your gun out and started firing at him, but none of your bullets hit him, and he disappeared around the corner.

"Hailey!" You yelled, hoping it was just a simple through and through in the thigh or arm, nothing too serious.

When you got to her, you saw she took two shots to the stomach. You frantically took your coat off and kneeled, pressing it to her stomach. As you did, she coughed up blood. You placed two fingers on her neck, checking her pulse to see how strong it was. It was slowly getting softer and softer. You grabbed your comm from your back pocket, radioing for an ambulance.

"5021 Young, officer down. I need an ambulance at 2811 W. Cermak Rd. We're behind the building in the alley." You placed your comm down on the ground, turning your attention back to Hailey. "Come on, babe, stay with me. Keep your eyes open." You said softly.

Hailey grabbed your arm, gripping it as tight as she could. Slowly blood started pooling around her, and her grip on your arm got looser and looser. Her eyes were getting heavier and heavier, and you knew she would pass out soon, no matter how many times you told her to keep her eyes open. You grabbed your comm, yelling into it.

"Where's my damn ambulance!?"

"They're 2 minutes out."

"Dammit!" A frustrated groan left your mouth. "Come on, Hails, just hang on a little longer."

Tears started gathering in your eyes. You didn't know how long she had, and you were afraid the ambulance wouldn't make it here in time. You constantly checked her pulse, and it became weaker and weaker. Fear started slowly creeping into your body about losing Hailey.

You heard tires squealing to a stop, and car doors slam shut. Looking up, you saw Kevin and Kim get out of the car and run towards y'all. Jay, Adam, and Voight not far behind them as you heard their vehicles pull up.

"What happened?" Kevin asked.

"I-I don't know. We split up, and I l-lost my guy, so I went to catch up to Hailey. A-and the guy shot Hailey. I-I didn't even see him p-pull his gun out. It's all my fault." You rambled.

Kim kneeled on the opposite side of you, helping put pressure on Hailey's wounds. "Hey, it's not your fault. Let's just focus on Hailey."

You nodded and turned your attention back to Hailey. Her eyes were closed, but she still had a faint heartbeat. You weren't ready to say goodbye to the love of your life, not willing to picture a life without her. You prayed to whoever was listening not to let her die.

You shook your head to eliminate the thoughts that consumed you and turned your head to look at the team. "Uhm, the ambulance will be here any second. Someone needs to go and flag them down, so they can find us."

You heard one of them take off but never looked up to see who it was. Not long after, you heard the ambulance getting closer and closer. You looked up when you heard the doors to the ambulance shut.

"Hurry, she's unconscious!" You yelled through tears.

The paramedics moved you and Kim out of the way, immediately grabbing gauze and stuffing the wounds. Kim wrapped her arm around your shoulder and repeatedly told you she would be fine and that none of this was your fault.

"We're ready to transport." One of the paramedics said.

You pulled away from Kim's grasp and followed the paramedics to the ambulance. Hopping in, you heard one of the guys shut the doors and tap the back of the ambulance. You grabbed Hailey's hand and rubbed your thumb across her knuckles.

"Hang on just a little longer, Hails; we're almost there."

Arriving at MED, you quickly jumped out and helped them bring out the gurney. You walked in behind them, seeing Maggie, Will, and Crockett coming out to meet y'all. Maggie quickly stepped in front of you to keep you from following them into the elevator.

"Maggie, let me through, please." You pleaded through tears.

She looked at you sympathetically. "Y/N, you know I can't do that." She said as she led you to one of the waiting room chairs.

You didn't put up a fight because you knew you would lose, but at the same time, you were just exhausted. Sitting in the chair, you put your head in your hands, hoping and praying Hailey would come out of surgery and be ok. Everything replayed over and over in your head. Running after the suspects, looking for Hailey, and then seeing her with blood pulled around her.

A hand on your back startled you from your thoughts. You looked up to see Kevin sitting beside you. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you as close as he could with the arms of the chairs in the way. You laid your head on his shoulder, sobbing as quietly as possible, but you knew he heard you when he pulled you in closer.

Hours and hours had gone by, and you still hadn't heard anything about Hailey. You were pacing around in the waiting room, still waiting for someone to come out and tell you what was happening.

"Y/N." You stopped and turned to look at who called your name.

Crockett was coming towards you. You couldn't see any emotion on his face, and you weren't sure if that was a good or bad thing. Walking up to him, you braced yourself for the news.

"She's out of surgery."

Relief instantly washed over you. Happy tears welled up in your eyes.

"Is she going to be ok?"

"She'll be fine. We want to keep her in the hospital for a couple of days just to monitor her. She should fully recover and be back on her feet in no time."

You wrapped your arms around Crockett, thanking him for saving Hailey.

"Can I go see her?"

"Yea, come on."

You followed Crockett up to Hailey's room. When you entered, she was hooked up to all sorts of machines. You walked over and grabbed a chair, sitting right beside Hailey's bed. Crockett let you know he was leaving and that if you needed him, just to holler at him. You nodded, thanked him one more time, and watched as he walked out of the room.

You turned your attention back to her. Grabbing her hand, you rubbed your thumb along her knuckles. You brought her hand up to your lips and kissed it. Placing her hand back down, you leaned on both of yours and turned to look at her. You slowly started nodding off, exhaustion finally taking over.

A hand rubbing your head brought you out of your slumber. Blinking away the sleepiness, you looked up to see Hailey awake, smiling down at you.

"Oh my god."

You got up and hugged Hailey. She laughed and grunted all at the same time. You pulled away, tears in your eyes, happy to see her awake. Placing your hands on her face, you gave her a gentle kiss. You pulled away, sat back down, and asked how she was.

"Sore, but I'm ok." She replied. "How are you?"

"I'm fine. Just glad you're still here with us." You said with a smile.

[ikeromantic]

Heya!!

I adore the way you write and understand the characters, and so I was wondering if you'd be comfy with indulging me about a little request of mine - ikevamp Leonardo da Vinci x a chubby inexperienced MC? 👀 I melt at even the tiniest of touches and I'm wondering how this lovely scoundrel would deal with someone like that. In any case, I hope you're doing swell!!💕

This was harder than I expected! I considered going very very spicy with it but I don't know how old nonnie is so . . . approx. 1000 words of Leo and some light touches. A little spicy!

Leonardo found his compagna in the library. She was curled up in a chair, reading. He stood there for a moment, studying her. His cara was not a traditional beauty, he knew, but he found her alluring. Her soft curves, the slight roundness of her sweet face, the curl of her hair against her cheek. She was perfect.

And perfectly oblivious to his presence. She hadn’t looked up yet. Must be a good story, he thought. Leo cleared his throat, but she still didn’t twitch, except to turn the page. He moved to stand beside her chair, letting his fingertips graze her shoulder through the fabric of her dress.

“Wahh!” She nearly threw her book in surprise. “L-leo!”

“You didn’t notice me, cara?” He put his hand over his heart. “I’m hurt.”

She gave a soft laugh. “Well I am noticing you now!” Her hand brushed her shoulder where he’d touched her. 

Leonardo didn’t miss the wistful gleam in her eye or the tender lift at the edges of her lips as she traced the same path his fingers had. Funny, as he hadn’t meant anything with it particularly. But his compagna was clearly affected. Was it only the surprise? Or perhaps her shoulder was very sensitive. He felt the sting of curiosity and the temptation to tease.

“So, what did you need?” She set the book down, careful to mark her place. 

“Just to see you.” He moved to sit in the chair across from her, ‘accidentally’ letting his hand brush hers. 

Her skin dimpled lightly where it met his. She tucked her hand into her lap with a little breath. “Th-that’s very sweet. I thought you were busy today helping Isaac. Or I would have come to find you.”

“We already finished. He left with Sebas to order the parts for this new counting machine.” Leo leaned forward and set his hand on her knee. There were at least three layers of cloth between them, but he could still feel her warmth and the pulse of life beneath. 

“Oh?” She shifted as if to press her leg closer to his touch and then froze. Her eyes darted to the window as heat crept up her cheeks. “I - ah - th-that’s great.” She cleared her throat. “So what did you want to do for the rest of the day?”

Leonardo chuckled. “I have a few ideas.” He let his eyes caress her curves, following the plush lines of her body, the swell of her breasts and hips, the slight gather of fabric between her thighs. 

“Want to share?” She glanced at him shyly, still not turning her head to face him.

“More than you know.” He grinned. Leo let the tip of his index finger draw a line up her leg. There was no missing the shiver that swept up from that light contact through her body. 

Leonardo stood and went to check the library door, making sure it was locked from the inside. He hadn’t planned to linger, but her reactions were so precious that he felt a certain eagerness to see what else she might do. He didn't want to shift the mood, the tension between them. 

She watched him with wide eyes. “Did you lock the door?”

“From the inside. Are you thinking of running, cara? You can.” He took out a cigarillo and placed it between his lips. Just for the sweet scent and the feel of it there. 

“No.” His compagna bit her lip. “I’m not scared.”

He knelt beside her chair and took her foot in his hand. “Good. You shouldn’t be.” His palm skimmed up the back of her calf, feeling his callouses tug at her silk stockings. “I want you to enjoy this.”

Her eyes shut for a second. “Mmm. Yes. Ok. W-what are you going to do?”

“Nothing much.” He tugged her slippers off one by one and set them beside the chair. His cara was watching intently now, a blend of curiosity, wariness, and desire heated her gaze. Leonardo knew she’d never been properly spoiled. It was something he wanted to change. 

Gently, he began to rub small circles on the bottoms of her feet with his thumb. Fairly innocent, though he could admit to himself it was prelude to less virtuous activities . . .

Her breath shook as he massaged the tension from her, moving his hands slowly up to her ankles and calves. Every so often, he’d find a sensitive spot and she would breathe in sharply, then slowly let it out as his skilled fingers eased the discomfort away. She relaxed enough that she barely seemed to notice when he passed the line of propriety. 

His fingertips grazed the top of her stockings, the bare flesh just above them. That was when her mouth opened in a surprised little ‘o’ and a soft moan escaped.

“Should I stop?” His amber eyes were lanterns, glowing with desire and love. He wasn’t even aware of the way he looked as he gazed up at her, his cheek resting against her knee.

“No,” she sighed. “I - I like it. When you touch me.” 

“Good.” His lips moved against her, breath tickling. The tip of his cigarillo caught on the folds of her skirt. He tucked it away with a laugh.

Her mouth was a thin, tight line, holding back her reaction, though she could not stop the rush of heat nor the tension in her body. 

Leonardo wondered if anyone had ever touched his beloved in this way. Part of him hoped not. There was something to be treasured in believing he was the first to explore her body with her. But it was intimidating too, knowing that his touch would be her first and likely last.

He turned his head to let his lips press against the skin just above her stocking, not a kiss exactly. Just touching. Leonardo was rewarded with a strangled little moan and the sight of her fingers digging into the armchair fabric. He deftly undid the stocking straps and slid them off her legs. His fingers dragged slowly across her skin in the wake of the silk leaving little marks trailing down her calves. 

Her legs twitched under his grasp. More as he followed that touch with his lips. The lightest touch. The tip of his tongue just above where her ankle. His compagna's breath was shallow now, and getting ragged. Yet he’d done almost nothing to warrant it.

“You are so sensitive, cara,” he said hoarsely. His breath, if he’d admitted it, was almost as jagged as hers. "I can't wait to touch the rest of you."

She gave him a wide-eyed look, equal parts wary and eager.

They were in for a long, hot afternoon, Leonardo thought. The best kind.

[crabwithaknife-art]

i won at blood pressure the other day

[lale-txt]

🌙 confessing while thinking the other one is asleep w/ Roger & gn!reader

a/n: requested by @overpoweredrogersimp come get your dilf okay i PROMISE this is very fluff even though the beginning doesn't sound that way you have to trust me on this one. i fail miserably when i try to write something that is not at least a little bittersweet with the Roger pirates, but i think that's also the charm of them. word count: 1.5k

The fever came like a flash and knocked you out badly.

One second you were standing next to your captain, clinking bottles together (and admiring his handsome side profile), then everything was a whirl of colors and worried voices calling out your name, the sound of shattering glass and then pitch black darkness.

Your whole body feels like it was on fire, your breaths slow and strained, as if something heavy was sitting on your chest. Everything hurts. Time seems to run through your fingers like sand, unable to grasp how many hours, days even, have passed by. Strange dreams flicker before your eyes, haunting you with a melancholy you had long forgotten. It felt like breathing underwater. You hear yourself calling out their names over and over again, names of ghosts from the past, cutting your throat like glass.

The nightmares still linger with you a few seconds after you wake up, the demons crawling back under your blanket before familiar faces scoot into your eyesight again, their eyes always full of worry. Sometimes it was Crocus, the ship’s doctor, two fingers on your wrist to check your pulse, sometimes it was Rayleigh who helped you lift your head a bit to drink some water from a straw, his cold hand a welcome cooling in your neck. Occasionally you noticed Shanks and Buggy changing the wet towel on your forehead, whispering in hushed voices to each other. You felt bad that even the youngest ones of the crew were looking after you, but you still appreciated their tender loving care. And of course, always the warm bass of Roger’s voice, asking Crocus if you’re on your way to recovery and the concerned sighs that followed.

They all took turns in the night watch, keeping you company while the rest of the Oro Jackson was trying to find some sleep. You would wake up to the quiet rustling of book pages being turned over or a big hand gently stroking your hair, gentle voices mumbling over and over again that you’re going to be okay and that you’re safe until you drifted back into sleep again, tears rolling down your cheek into the pillow from all the softness your heart couldn’t handle.

After three days and three nights fighting against your own body, the fever finally went down a little bit. Breathing was still hard, but you even managed to sit up for a few minutes to spoon some soup that Gaban brought to the infirmary. He and Rayleigh helped you empty the bowl, praising you for finishing the whole thing and chatting about how Buggy and Shanks terrorized the kitchen crew to be off help only to cry for three hours straight while cutting onions. You chuckle softly as you sink back into your pillow. You always struggled to accept the help of others, but you had to admit that it felt nice to be cared for. To have a found family that got your back and worried about you. You fall asleep again to Rayleigh tucking your blanket under, gently stroking your cheek as he takes a seat next to you, opening the newspaper.

It’s almost midnight when you wake up again, your eyes needing a bit to adjust to the darkness. Your body feels heavy, still sleep drunk, but not that much in pain anymore. What a relief. You toss to the side, sinking deeper in your pillow, the blanket almost covering the tip of your nose. You had nothing to fear here. In the dark you can hear two voices mumbling quietly, unaware that you’re awake.

“Go to sleep, Rayleigh. You’ve been in there all day, I'll take it from here.” – “Are you sure? Crocus said you’re not in your best shape either these days. I really don’t mind staying the night, you go get some rest, Roger.”

The captain laughs quietly and even with your eyes closed you know how he pats his first mate on the shoulder, carefree as he always is, letting him know that he got it from here. Rayleigh knew better not to argue with Roger once he set his mind on something, but doesn’t leave the room without scolding him not to wake you up with his snores in case he falls asleep by your side. A slight smile lingers on your lips. They were polar opposites and yet you still loved them both with your whole heart. One platonically, the other… well, a bit more romantically. But falling for your captain was never a good idea probably, right?

You keep your eyes shut when Roger takes a seat in the chair next to your bed. Just knowing that he was here, alone with you, was enough to make your heart flutter and your cheeks flush. Once again you were thankful for the absence of light, keeping your love drunk expression a secret for you only. What did Rayleigh mean with Roger not being in the best shape? Did he catch the same disease as you? You take a mental note to ask him about that the next time.

Roger’s hand gently brushes your hair out of your face. He had propped himself up on his elbows next to you on the mattress, his dark eyes resting on your silhouette. He doesn’t want to wake you up, but also wants to make sure you are okay and cared for. Granted, he had missed you the past few days. Sure, he had checked in constantly to know about your condition, but it was different than usual, when you were following him on his heels around the ship, asking him curious questions about the things he had seen in the world or what next adventure would be waiting for you. He got so used to your presence, your absence felt like his heart missing a piece.

“You scared the shit out of me, little one.”

You’re caught by surprise from the sound of his voice, but don’t let it show. Once again you’re relieved that you’re buried under a heavy blanket and fluffy pillows, hiding your sweaty hands and your blushing cheeks.

“You can’t just collapse on me like that, you know? For a second I really thought we had lost you… and just the thought alone ate me up alive. There’s only so much my old heart can take and the thought of you dying before me, with all those words still unspoken…”

What words, you wanted to ask, but thought it might be for the better to let him believe that you were still deep asleep. He had never spoken in such a bittersweet voice to you before. It was different from his usual, cheerful self and your heart yearned a bit, touched by his honest sorrow. Lost in thought he runs his fingers through your hair, gentle, careful not to wake you up. When his other hand finds yours on top of the blanket, you instinctively hold on to it, giving it an impalpable squeeze. Your hand felt so tiny in his, yet so familiar, as if it was where it belonged.

“Can you believe it? A captain falling for his crew mate? Rayleigh called me a fool in love, as if he was any better.” Roger laughs softly and you can feel his eyes resting on you. Without seeing them, you just know that his gaze is full of love and tenderness. He had the kindest eyes on the whole Grand Line. “But what can I say. You had my heart the second we ran into each other for the first time and you threw that mean punch at me, hissing like a little kitten when I brushed it off as if it was nothing. Truth is, my heart recognized you before I did. As if it said ‘That is my person’, as if your name was tattooed all over it. As if I loved you before, in another life.”

Tears roll down your cheek and fall onto your pillow. No medicine could have been as soothing as hearing those words coming out of his mouth. When you start to sniffle quietly, Roger notices that you’ve been awake the whole time. A quiet ‘oh’ slips from his lips, then he crawls into bed with you, pulling you onto his big chest while you’re still wrapped in the huge blanket. You don’t even know why exactly you’re crying. Was it for his heartfelt confession? For knowing your feelings aren’t one sided? The lingering feeling that time wasn’t on your side? Either way, you cry and let him hold you, his big hand drawing slow circles on your back, softly kissing away the salty trails your tears left on your cheek.

No matter how much time you have left, you will make it count. In this life and the ones after that, you will meet again and recognize each other, hearts dancing on a tightrope.

[solarwonux]

84.  “I can tell you’re stressed, let me fix that.”

roomate!junkook x f!reader

genre: smut

w.c: 3.2k

warnings: smut, fwb, Jungkook and his tattoos, tattooartist!jungkook, dom!jungkook if you squint, spiting, cum eating, oral sex (m receiving), a brief mention of voyeurism, briefly edited, also Jungkook is kind off fluffy, this couple is weird af y’all. 

note: hello, Idk what I did but I’ve done it lol. This is also a drabble that will eventually be part of a bigger story that I have half outlines lol, so I hope you enjoy this preview. I hope you like it please let me know your thoughts. Enjoy.xx

MASTERLIST || PROMPTS

Fourth time’s the charm.

Jungkook thought as he made his way to the front door of the tattoo shop. He pulled on the handle rather harshly making sure it was closed. Last week he had forgotten to lock the door, resulting in a drunk stranger walking in demanding a tattoo. Thankfully, the stranger’s intrusion triggered the security alarm, waking Jungkook in a fright. He ran down the steps of his apartment - the one located above the shop, half naked, carrying the bat you and him kept by the front door, his heart pounding against his chest. 

To say the least he was terrified. Scared that something would happen to the expensive tattooing equipment. Scared that Yoongi would fire him and therefore kick him out of the apartment, scared of something happening to you. His nerves subsided when he found the drunk stranger, passed out on the couch in the waiting room. 

The equipment, his job and you were all safe. 

Ever since then he had made it his mission, even writing it down on a highlighter yellow sticky note as a reminder; to check not once but four times if the front door was locked.

Jungkook sighed, giving the door one last pull, making it rattle against the locks, before deeming it locked. A fifth time wouldn’t hurt. 

He turns around, walking past the waiting room and the reception desk. He does one last look over, mumbling underneath his breath, checking to see if he had done everything he needed to do on his to-do list before turning off the lights. Quickly, he pushed aside the colorful paint splattered curtain that hid the front door to his apartment to the general public. He pressed in the code, waiting for the lock to click, going over the appointments or lack there off he had the following day. 

As of late, Jungkook, Yoongi, Jimin and Hoseok hadn’t had many clients come into the shop or request an appointment via instagram. He blames the rival shop that opened a few blocks away, and their stupid flash event, where they tattooed people for free. Of course they weren’t intricate pieces, small basic ones that you would pick out from the generic tattoo binder. But it still caused a dent in their clientele. 

That night you came home after work to find the four tattooists, on the couch, shooting glares at the shop door, with a large bottle of whisky in between them, and their man-size ego down in the slumps. The solution was simple, at least it was in your head. 

“Hold an event like theirs, maybe shirtless. I’ve only seen Jungkook’s abs because he loves walking around the apartment half naked but I’m sure you guys have a promising pair.” You suggested with a shrug, earning groans and complaints from the four artists on the couch. 

Yoongi stood up first, holding a hand out as an attempt to regain his balance from the sudden movement. “I’m not degrading myself or my art for clients. I’m also not giving away my talent for free.” He slurred, pointing an accusatory finger in your direction, “and my abs are better than Kooks.” 

“Alright, it was just a suggestion.” You held your hands up in defeat, taking a step back. “I’m going to bed, enjoy your pity party.” You smiled at them before making your way to the front door and disappearing. 

In hindsight, maybe you were right. Except for the half naked part, that’s dangerous and goes against all tattoo etiquette. But maybe holding a flash event and offering tattoo’s half off was not a bad idea. It would surely bring back their clients and make way for new ones. He would have to bring it up to his coworkers tonight when they came over.

Jungkook sighed, stopping at the top of the stairs facing the final door that led to his living room. He could hear the loud poppy music you were playing behind the door. Living with you wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be when Yoongi first offered you the vacant room. You were clean, organized and relatively respectful of personal space, but he hated your music. It was generic and just way too bouncy and happy, it was a good thing you gave a great head, if not he would’ve begged Yoongi to kick you out long ago. Before he got attached.

He wasn’t a dick he just thought with his dick ninety nine percent of the time and right now it was very much needing a stress release. Jungkook punched in the final code and opened his front door, revealing you in nothing but a tight pair of leggings and a sports bra, sweat droplets running down your body as you followed along with the exercise video on youtube. You looked very much like you would look after the two of you finished fucking and it made his cock stir in his jeans.

“Did you lock the door?” You said in between breaths, squatting down, finishing your last rep of squats. Jungkook bit his bottom lip, nodding in response. His hands were down by his sides, itching to squeeze your ass, to pull you against him and take you on the couch. It wouldn’t be out of pocket either. He knew you would give in the second he gave you that lust filled look of his. The one that was desperate and needy and practically begging for your touch.

You stopped pausing the video and turned to look at him, hands on your hips, chest heaving in a poor attempt to catch your breath. Jungkook knew he was fucked. “Are you sure you locked the door?” 

“Yes I checked five times tonight, have you had dinner?” He blinked rapidly, stuffing his hands in the pocket of his jeans hiding his hardening cock as best as he could.

“An hour ago.” You reassured, unpausing the workout video and positioning yourself in downward dog. 

Jungkook looked up at the ceiling, taking deep breaths following your haggard ones and counted to ten. He couldn’t take it anymore; he needed you. Needed your mouth around him until he was painting the back of your throat white. Counting to ten once wasn’t enough to calm him down. It wasn’t until he was halfway through his third recount that he felt your arms circle around his waist, a faint kiss left underneath his earlobe, that he knew he was done for. 

“I can tell you’re stressed, let me fix that.” You whisper leaving opening mouthed kisses down his neck tonguing the spot between his clavicle and neck. Jungkook’s eyes opened wide, his lips parting in an inaudible sigh. 

“Fuck baby please.” He caved, taking your head in his hands and pushing you away before leaning down and capturing your lips with his, in a wet, messy and needy kiss. He didn’t care that your lips were salty due to the sweat, they felt like heaven against his. 

You moaned into the kiss feeling the wet muscle of his tongue swiping against your bottom lip asking for access, in which you so rightfully gave him. His hand left your cheek and traveled down your neck until it was groping your boob through your thin sports bra. You pulled away to catch your breath for a few seconds, whimpering as his palm worked against your hardened nipple diligently before kissing him again, teeth clattering against one another. 

He pulled away pushing your sports bra up releasing your boobs, his index fingers and thumbs pinching your nipples and pulling on them gently. “Jungkook, w-what do you want?” You moan, closing your eyes as he rolled your nipples between his sweaty palms. Not only did Jungkook love touching your ass, he also loved playing with your boobs, claiming they were the best pair of boobs he had ever seen in his entire twenty six years of life. 

“Get on your knees baby girl, want to see your lips wrapped around me.” He mumbles against the crown of your head while he continues to knead at your boobs. 

You nod kissing the outline of the tattoo that was peeking against the neck of his white t-shirt. You send him a wink. A deep hum leaves his lips as you slowly kissed your way down his clothed chest, until you were face to face with his jean cladded bulge. You looked beautiful, your eyes glossy with need and your mouth watering as you couldn’t wait for the weight of his cock against your tongue.

He puts his hand on the back of your head and pushes your face against his jeans, he was so hard he could feel himself pulsing with need. It didn’t help that your fingers were walking up his thighs at an agonizing pace, while your mouth was now kissing him through the fabric, satisfied hums leaving your lips. “You’re so fucking hard Kook.” You pull away finally unbuttoning his jeans, your fingers brushing against him while you unzip his pants slowly.

“You’re such a tease baby girl, almost makes me think that you want to get punished tonight.” He tilts his head, pushing his hips into your hands as you palmed him over his boxers, while your other hand pushes his jeans down, leaving him in only his t-shirt and black boxers. 

You look up at him smirking, leaning in to kiss the tattoo decorating his thigh. You had gotten off on it many times before, it was your favorite pastime when you were needy and bored. “Maybe I do, take your shirt off.” You demanded, biting down on his skin making him jump. 

He grabs your face, squishing your cheeks making you face him, “Be careful I’m not feeling very nice today.” The sinister look behind his eyes makes you shudder, “open your mouth,” You smile, parting your lips sticking your tongue out before Jungkook leans over, a glob of spit hitting your tongue making you moan in delight. “What do you say?” His grip on your cheeks is hard. 

“Thank you sir.” You mewl, hooking your thumbs underneath the waistband of his boxers, wasting no time in freeing him. His cock was pretty, you had once told him that and it made him double over in laughter. No one had ever called his cock beautiful. Maybe big but never beautiful but you were a character and he should’ve expected a comment like that from you. 

“Good girl, now go on, this is all you’re getting tonight so you better enjoy it.” He wraps his hand around himself, spitting down onto his length using it to lube himself up before guiding it to your slightly parted lips. He knew you loved to watch him touch himself, sometimes if you weren’t home and he was needy he would sit on the couch fucking his hand knowing you would walk at any minute and help him finish the job. Or sit in front of him on the coffee table, legs spread wide touching yourself, moaning his name like his fingers were inside of you instead of yours. If Yoongi knew the dirty escapades that happened behind the walls of the apartment above his tattoo shop he would never step foot inside again. Thankfully he didn’t know, yet. 

You stick your tongue out and lick his head, rolling your nipples against the palm of your hands. The sight was award winning and Jungkook wanted to so badly get his camera out and capture the moment. To add to your shared collection. “So fucking sexy baby girl, always so good for me.” He tapped the head of his cock against your tongue before you close your lips around him, running your tongue underneath the head of his cock. 

Jungkook’s hand came behind your head, guiding you further down his cock sending a thrum of arousal up his spine. You hollow out your cheeks looking up at him with watering eyes. He moans, gripping your ponytail, giving you an experimental thrust making you gag around him. It sounded like the beginning of a beautiful melody, not the ones that belonged to your shitty pop music but the one that would keep you up at night lost in thought. 

“Fuck, your mouth feels like heaven.” He thrusts again, while you tug on the hem of his shirt. “Want to see me, look at my tattoos while I fuck your mouth?” He grunts, quickly discarding his shirt once he hears the needy moan that escapes your cock filled mouth. He knew his tattoos were your ultimate turn on. The reason you had gotten on your knees before him the first time after living together for a full year. He couldn’t say no, not when the only thought running through his mind was the stain your red lipstick would leave behind on his cock. 

Calm him a douchebag or compare him to a hormonal filled teenager, he didn’t care. He was a man after all. One that hadn’t had sex in two years after his last girlfriend cheated on him with his brother. 

Frankly, he needed an ego boost and you were there to give it to him, so he caved.

You pull off of him breathing heavily, a thread of saliva connects your lips to the head of your cock as you try to catch your breath. The sight was anything but underwhelming and enough to make him cum, but Jungkook hated his cum going to waste. He was healthy and young and it should go to good use.

 “I-I want you to use my mouth, please.” You croak before dragging your tongue up and down his shaft. “Want you to cum in my mouth sir.” Mumbling, you tease his head with the tip of your tongue making him groan. 

“Such a dirty mouth, it's a good thing I’m making good use out of it.” He says, a cocky smirk evident on his face. You nod happily, humming with please as you take him into your mouth again, sinking further, hollowing your cheeks moaning around him as you watch his face scrunch up in pleasure. His abs contract as he tries to control himself, at least until you give him the go ahead. And you do with a slight tap of your fingers against his thighs. 

He growls, thrusting his hips into your mouth, guiding your head up and down, gagging around him. His cock feels hot and heavy against your tongue, making both of you moan simultaneously. “Always letting me use you, what would our friends say if they walked in. You know I invited them over for drinks, right?” 

You whimper around him, closing your eyes at the thought of getting caught with him, balls deep down your throat. You hated that he had caught onto your slight voyeurism kink as it was only a matter of time where he threw all tattoo etiquette he knew and lived by out on the window and fucked you in his workshop, with only a thin curtain separating you and the rest of the shop. 

His thrusts get more desperate. His orgasm was approaching quickly as he twitched inside of your mouth. You dig your nails into his thighs, creating crescent moons as you feel your lungs start to give out. He mutters a low fuck followed by a quick apology before he pulls away. You gasp resting your hand against your chest, your eyes are filled with tears, bubbles of saliva painting your chin. Jungkook swears he’s never seen a sight as beautiful as this one and once again he’s cursing himself for not giving himself enough time to grab his camera. 

“Can you go more or do you need a break?” He whispers, eyes filled with concern while he caresses your cheek with his thumb. 

You shake your head, “Just give me time to regain my breath.” With a soft smile you leave a chaste kiss against the tattoo decorating his hip. It was part of a bigger piece, one that adorned the entire right side of his body, but nevertheless for some odd reason it was your favorite one. 

Jungkook nods, wrapping his hand around himself, muffled curses escaping his beautiful lips. “I’m so close, baby girl, just let me cum on your face.” He all but begs, gripping his cock tightly and thrusting his hips into his hand. 

You pout, a sound of protest leaves your swollen lips making Jungkook roll his eyes. “You can blow me again later, open your mouth baby.” He tucks his lips in between his lips, hips casting into his hand desperately. The pool between your legs grows, overflowing as you watch the mesmerizing sight in front of you. God, he was so fucking sexy. 

You open your mouth sticking your tongue. Jungkook throws his head back moaning your name in a sweet incantation, ropes of cum hitting your tongue and cheeks, while you moan along with him. 

Jungkook opens his eyes, riding out his orgasm, painting your chin watching as you drag your tongue into your mouth swallowing his salty substance, humming in satisfaction. “J-Jungkook.” The needy way you say his name makes his cock twitch and he has to keep himself from getting hard again. 

“You look so pretty baby girl, so fucked out and pretty, only for me.” He whispers, collecting the cum that was dripping down your chin with his thumb before bringing it up your lips, coating them. “So filthy too, thank you baby.” He leans down, running his tongue against your cheek collecting his cum before kissing you slowly and sensually, pushing his tongue inside of your mouth, coating the inside with his cum. 

Jungkook hates his cum going to waste. You whimper, snaking your arms around his neck pulling him closer, sucking on his tongue. He grins against your lips and moves away, chuckling as you continue to chase his lips with yours. “I need you Kookie.” You sigh, a pout forming on your swollen lips. “Please just fuck me, use me. I don’t care anymore.” You let out a sob, your pussy throbbing begging to be touched. 

He helps you up, circling his arms around your waist, nosing your hair as he sighs. He wants to give him, lead you to the couch, but the guys were going to be here at any minute and he couldn’t have time to please you the way he wanted to. 

“Let’s go shower, I promise the second the guys leave I’ll eat you out like a starved man.” He suggests, leaving a light kiss against your forehead. He didn’t feel as stressed as he was earlier, but that’s all thanks to you and how easy it was for him to get lost in your world.

“Is that a promise?” You tilt your head curiously, toying with the hair resting against the back of his neck.  

“I always keep promises, baby girl.”

[mviswidow]

not now, not ever

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 2,172

TW: blood, R was stabbed, cursing

Summary: R and Wanda spend a month on a mission together, going from hotel room to hotel room and sleeping in the same bed. R gets hurt because she does something stupid and Wanda is mad at her, but they have a hard time staying away from each other.

You flinched away from Bruce when he cleaned the cut on your cheek with peroxide. “Sorry,” You mumbled, tearing your eyes away from Wanda talking to Steve at the front of the quinjet. 

“It’s fine,” Bruce offered a small smile. His voice lowered, “You scared the shit out of her, (Y/n/n). I’m not surprised that she’s mad.”

“What was I supposed to do, let her get stabbed?” You scoffed. “You know me better to think I’d let that happen.”

Bruce nodded and sighed, “I know, I’m just saying that she was bound to be upset. You passed out in her lap, she called us crying. Wanda cares about you a lot.”

“I know,” Your eyes flicked back to Wanda, she’d been looking at you but quickly turned away.

You finally noticed that your hand felt warmer than it was a few minutes ago and you looked down at the cloth you’d been holding over the gash in your stomach. Your skin tight uniform shirt had been removed as soon as you got in the quinjet so Bruce could fix up what he could, leaving you just in your sports bra and tactical pants.

Bruce noticed, too, and left to get you a fresh cloth that hadn’t been bled through. He stopped by the driver's seat to talk to Steve for a moment and you watched Wanda frown at whatever he had said before all three of them turned to look at you.

Steve spoke first, “(Y/n) how do you feel about Banner giving you stitches in here?”

Your eyes widened and you watched the way Wanda tensed up. 

Bruce looked confused and his head snapped towards Steve, “No, Steve that’s not what I-“

“Look at her,” Steve interrupted Bruce before he could finish. “No offense, kid, but you look horrible right now.”

You shook your head, “But Cho is visiting, isn’t she? She can just use her fancy skin plastic thing.”

“We’re still fifteen minutes out from the tower and you’ve already lost a lot of blood. You guys are so lucky this mission was just in Maine or you’d be dead, (Y/n).”

You heard Wanda sigh and shifted uncomfortably, “Okay, fine, does anyone have Advil or something?”

“You’re way past Advil already, (Y/n),” Wanda rolled her eyes, and you didn’t miss the way she paused for the smallest moment before using your name instead of the sweet nicknames she would usually call you.

“Okay, whatever, let’s just get this over with.”

———

You limped out of the quinjet with your arm around Wanda’s shoulders for support, but you knew she was still pissed at you. She’d hardly said anything and you knew she was only doing this because Bruce and Steve were too tall, and she didn’t want you to rip out one of the stitches.

It was frustrating. Everything had been going so well. The mission went very smoothly up until the end, you and Wanda spent every day together without conflict, the two of you going from hotel to hotel and sleeping in the same bed every night. 

There was obvious pining going on between you guys, but neither of you really wanted to address it. Not because of the fear of rejection, it was pretty obvious what you liked each other, even to the two of you, but the mission didn’t really seem like the most romantic time to start dating or the most appropriate time to have the conversation you both wanted to have.

It stung to see her so upset at you for something that you couldn’t not do. This was your job, and hers too, and you expected her to understand.

Steve wanted you on bed rest for the rest of the day and possibly the next two, but he knew you wouldn’t listen to him.

Wanda left your side as soon as Natasha came to find you, letting her help support your body weight, even though you insisted you barely needed help, a worried expression on her face when she saw the stitches on your stomach.

You spent most of the day with Natasha, except for when you went to go eat lunch in the kitchen while she left to train with Steve for an hour.

Your heartbeat sped up when you saw Wanda’s tearful expression as she sat on the kitchen counter eating a sandwich.

“Are you okay?” You asked, wincing when she jumped off and scoffed at you.

“Shut up.” Was all she replied.

“Can you stop it with your attitude already, Wanda?” 

“You did this to yourself, (Y/n),” She said pointedly.

“Oh my god,” you laughed sarcastically. “What was I supposed to do? If it wasn’t me it would have been you, and you’re the one with powers. You literally took everyone out after I got stabbed so what does it even matter? We finished the mission, I just got stabbed, it’s happened before.”

“That’s the point, you don't have powers! I would have been fine-“

“Oh, please, you aren’t invincible, Wanda. You would have also almost bled out had it been you,” You rolled your eyes and opened the fridge to get a bottle of water and the container of strawberries kept in there, you planned on eating in the kitchen at first, but there was no way you were going to stay out here after this. 

“Maybe, but I can clearly take care of myself well enough to not make stupid decisions that could kill me.” She retorted.

“Are you kidding me? I literally might have saved your life, you weren’t paying attention and you almost got stabbed, that’s on you,” you could hear voices down the hall from the direction you came in and realized that you probably should have eaten earlier because Steve and Nat were coming back from training.

“I didn’t ask you to, (Y/n)! This was so foolish of you, how do you not understand that?”

“Will you stop?” Your voice raised. “Stop acting like I’m fucking weak and inferior to you, Wanda. You would have done the same thing and we both know it.” You huffed and blinked at her for a second before turning around and retreating back to your room, pushing past Natasha and Steve, who were standing at the entrance of the kitchen.

———

At night, you lied looking up at the ceiling, quiet music playing from your phone. You glanced over at the clock on your nightstand and saw that it read 12:42 AM. 

You sighed softly and clicked your tongue and snapped your fingers mindlessly for a few seconds before getting bored of that. 

You heard footsteps outside your door in the hall and they seemed to stop when they got to your door.

As you reached over to your nightstand to turn off your music, the door opened and you could see Wanda standing at the doorway, the light from the common room illuminating part of her face. You could see the rest of it though, you kept a night light in your room, the darkness in it was too much to handle sometimes.

The two of you stared at each other for a few seconds, Wanda’s lip caught in between her teeth. She was wearing the grey sweatpants you had given her for Christmas and the oversized graphic t-shirt the two of you shared at night while on the mission that had winnie the pooh on it.

“I heard the music when I was outside the door so I assumed you were still awake.”

You nodded, not really knowing what to say.

She looked nervous, like she thought you were going to tell her off or tell her to leave you alone. “I can’t sleep when you’re not beside me,” Wanda said quietly, and you swore your heart could have melted on the spot. You were still hurt because of the way she’d been acting towards you all day, but you couldn’t bring yourself to ask her to leave. Not when you couldn’t fall asleep either, probably for the same reason.

You slowly sat up more, trying to be mindful of your stitches, and still annoyed because if Cho had just used her cradle you would be fine by now, and scooched over on your bed so Wanda would have space.

At the soft expression of relief that washed over her features, your heart ached. She closed the door behind her and looked at you with teary eyes before clearing her throat quietly and getting into bed beside you. 

It only took a few seconds for you guys to get situated. You brought yourself back down and laid on your back, slightly annoyed that you didn't feel well enough to sleep on your side.

You felt Wanda looking at you and sighed, “I don’t bite, Wands.”

With that, Wanda moved closer to you and settled between your chest and your arm, once you lifted it so she could be right at your side. She tangled her legs in yours and carefully draped her arm over your bare stomach the way you usually did when the two of you had spent countless nights cuddling during the past month. You were wearing a different sports bra, this one less tight, you’d attempted wearing a t-shirt earlier but the material rubbing against your stomach was bothering you too much.

You closed your eyes for a few seconds before you heard a soft sniffle come from Wanda. You gently rubbed her arm with the hand that had been behind her before speaking quietly, “You okay?”

Wanda shook softly and you felt a few tears fall onto your shoulder before she shook her head ‘no’, “I’m so sorry, (Y/n/n)”  she choked out.

“It’s fine, Wanda. I’m not mad.”

“Yes you are,” She let out a whimper and you could swear that your heart tore in two. “I don’t have to read your mind to tell,” She paused. “I was really scared.”

You moved the hand that wasn’t rubbing Wanda’s side to her face to wipe away her tears and she looked up at you with bleary eyes before her lip began trembling and you sighed softly, squeezing her arm to let her know it was alright.

“When it happened, I - I started to panic and I didn’t know what to do. And you crumbled to the ground and laid in my lap and you looked like you were in so much pain and then you stopped responding to me and then you -“ She choked down a sob and her breathing stuttered for a moment. “You closed your eyes and I thought you were dead for a few seconds until I called Steve and he told me to check your pulse. I sat there for twenty minutes with your blood on my hands, and - and he told me to keep pressure on it and it just was so horrible (Y/n/n), all I wanted was to be able to talk to you and listen to you tell me that everything was going to be fine, but I couldn’t because you were dying and it was because of me.”

“Hey, no,” you chided. “Wands, this isn’t your fault, I swear to you. I’m still here. I’m just fine and I’m not leaving you. I’m sorry that you had to do that, it’s our job, but it isn’t fair. But I refuse to apologize for doing what I did,” She opened her mouth to talk for a second but you shook your head. “I have zero regrets, Wanda. I care about you more than you know and I don’t know what I would have done with myself if you had been killed.”

“I understand. I get why you did it, and you were right, I would have done the same thing. You’re just really important to me and I can't bear to lose you. Not now, not ever. I was upset at myself because I almost let you die and I took it out on you. I’m sorry.”

You gave her a small smile and nodded, “I forgive you, bug.”

She rolled her eyes with a smile at the pet name you liked to use for her and sniffled, but the way she looked up at you with pure adoration in her eyes afterwards made your heart sing.

“It’s late,” Wanda hummed, letting her face fall into the side of your breast, her lips brushing against your skin as she spoke.

“I know, we can talk more in the morning. About us.”

You felt her tense up in your arms and started to worry, but you relaxed when you felt her smile.

“I would like that a lot,” Wanda nodded sleepily, moving her hand that was draped over you down so she could rub the skin below your stitches, far away enough for it to not cause any discomfort.

“Good,” You smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“Good,” She repeated, and pressed her own kiss to your collarbone.

[ukaisprincesss]

The Assistant

a/n: This is my piece for the CEO collab created by the wonderful @cherrytenko check out everyone else’s creative and amazing pieces here !! Thank you so much and I hope you enjoy (:

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word count: 2.3k

warnings: 18+ smut, oralm!recieving, oralf!receiving, choking, slapping, use of ‘puppy’, dom!bakugou, switch!izuku, sub!reader, threesome, anal, vaginal penetration, double penetration, name calling, spitting, degradation, humiliation, choking, squirting, fingering, small mention of rough sex, praise kink

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You were an assistant for Katsuki Bakugou and Izuku Midoryia, the two CEO’s of the largest security firm in Japan, better known as the most eligible bachelors today. Working for them was a dream, the pay was great and the hours tailored to your schedule. But the best part of the job was having the two men wrapped around your little finger. Eligible Bachelors? Not so much.

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You suppressed the urge to gag as the tip of your boss’ cock hit the back of your throat. The various voices above you sounded like faint echoes, the loud beating of your heart filling your ears.

Drool dripped down the sides of your mouth coating the base of his cock in your saliva.

A light tap on your cheek was the only warning you got before hot spurts of cum shot down your throat, quickly overfilling your mouth. You pulled back with a wet pop and hoped the other men and women in the meeting room didn't hear it. You sat back and licked the salty cum off the half-erected cock making sure to collect every delicious drop.

A few minutes passed and the room emptied out, leaving you and your boss alone. The chair in front of you rolled back and you crawled forward with a dopey grin on your face. Green eyes filled with lust met yours in a heated gaze.

“Come here puppy, you’ve been such a good girl for me.”

You hummed at the praise and crawled onto his lap wrapping your legs around him. Izuku stood up with you in his beefy arms, pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips. The addictive taste of him invaded your senses, a wanton moan being pulled from your throat.

“Someone’s gonna w-walk in,” you whimpered as Izuku pressed kisses along your throat, sucking the spot where your pulse hummed at his ministrations.

He chuckled as he sat you on the large wooden table, peeling off your top and lifting your hips to unzip your skirt.

“I’m sure they’ll enjoy the sight of me fucking this beautiful pussy.” He enforced his words by pulling his cock out of his dress pants. The sight of his red weeping cock had you clenching your thighs in anticipation.

Izuku forcibly spread your legs apart and bit the inside of your thigh, soothing it with a kiss.

“Are you just gonna sit there all day or prove your point?” You smirked down at him, your bottom lip caught between your teeth. He met your eyes and gave you no response. He was in control and he knew it.

The feeling of his warm tongue on your clit sent your hips up, he grabbed them with his large hands and held you down to the table constricting your movement. His eyes pierced yours as he delved into your wet cunt, lapping your folds before taking your clit into his mouth. You moaned and threw your head back clawing at the wood table.

“Eyes on me puppy, or I’ll make you cum so many times the only name you’ll know is mine.”

Your pussy clenched at his lewd words and you raised your head to watch as he devoured you whole like a starved man. The thick wet muscle of his tongue slowly pressed into your entrance sending you into orgasmic bliss.

You bit your lip in an effort to suppress your moans but it was futile. Your loud moans bounced off the walls, filling the air with the lewd sounds of your voice and pussy.

“Oh god Izuku I-”

You were interrupted by the sound of the doors opening, causing you to whip your head back in surprise.

“What the hell is taking you so long…” The familiar rough voice trailed off, red eyes flickering between you and the man between your legs.

“B-bakugou, it's not what it looks like.” You stuttered out with a moan while attempting to push Izuku away, but he continued to fervently lick your pussy like nothing had happened.

Bakugou’s look of confusion slowly morphed into an arrogant smirk. He chucked and stalked forward, the faint click of his shoes like a doomsday clock ticking to the end.

“Hmm, can’t say I’m surprised, already knew you were a slut. Seems like you couldn’t wait eh?” Bakugou finished with a sneer and looked over your shoulder to see Deku wiping his mouth clean of your juices.

Katsuki scoffed and said, “Tch, of fucking course you couldn’t help yourself damn Deku.”

He gripped your throat with a calloused hand before you could speak, pressing a sloppy kiss to your swollen lips.

“Mmf, Katsuki I’m sorry.” You breathed out once he pulled away.

“Sorry my ass,” he scoffed. “I should’ve known cockhungry whores like you would pull this shit. Get the fuck over here Deku.”

Midoryia wordlessly stood up and walked around the table to stand by Bakugou’s side. With a snarl, Bakugou fisted Midoryia’s green hair in his palm, pulling his head back smashing his lips against his. You whimpered at the sight before you and rubbed your thighs together, more aroused than ever.

The blonde broke away, a string of saliva hanging between the two of them. Katsuki licked his lips, breaking the connection and turned to you. “Stop whining, woman, we got time.”

Without warning, Katsuki lifted you off the table and lightly threw you on the leather couch that occupied the left side of the room. He pushed your body forward so your head hung over the arm of the couch. “Since you wanted her mouth so bad you can have it while I fuck her pretty cunt with my tongue. Don’t cum until I say so, both of you.” Katsuki growled, gripping your hips with a bruising force.

“Yes Sir,” you whispered, body twitching in anticipation. Angering Bakugou could end in two ways, being deprived of his touch, or this, pure fun and pleasure.

“Come on puppy, open up.” Izuku murmured with half-lidded eyes, delivering a soft slap to your cheek. You opened your mouth in obedience, the blood already starting to rush to your head. The head of his cock touched your mouth, a drop of precum coating your lips in a wet shine. you flicked your tongue out drawing a hiss from Izuku and slowly wrapped your mouth around his cock.

Izuku threw his head back and moaned, gripping the sides of your face and pulling you along his cock. “Fuck y/n, you feel so good baby.” You hummed in response, gliding your tongue on the underside of his thick length.

Your hips jolted at the warm sensation of Bakugou’s tongue gliding from your puckered hole to your clit. Your cunt weeped in anticipation, eager to be stuffed full of Katsuki’s dick.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here...you’re fucking drenched.” Bakugou groaned, staring at your pussy like it’s the last meal he’ll ever have. You whimpered around the cock in your mouth and gripped his hair, lightly tugging to get him closer to your cunt. Bakugou slapped your thigh before inserting two of his fingers into your pool of wetness. You gasped at the sudden intrusion, Izuku took advantage of this and thrusted his cock in your wet cavern until the head hit the back of your throat.

Bakugou’s hand traveled up your abdomen to cup one of your breasts, tweaking your nipples The deep thrusts and scissoring of Katsuki’s long fingers and Izuku’s cock pistoning in and out of your mouth sent you over the edge, spiraling into orgasm. You spluttered around Izuku’s cock, body shaking as you came. Katsuki chuckled, rubbing circles around your clit. “Fuck, squeezing so tight around my fingers princess. I think you’re ready for our cocks.”

Izuku pulled out of your mouth, your spit decorating his cock in pretty strings. Bakugou pulled out his fingers bringing them to his lips. He kept his eyes locked on yours as he sucked your juices off his fingers.

“Don’t be greedy, Kaachan, let me have a taste.” Izuku leaned forward, grabbing Bakugou’s hand and popping a slick covered finger in his mouth. Bakugou smirked and shoved two fingers in his mouth pressing down on the back of his tongue. Izuku gagged and pulled his hand away with a frown. Bakugou chuckled and instructed you to get up before pushing Izuku where you laid. “Now get on top of him,” Bakugou instructed. You complied and crawled on top of the now naked Izuku, sneaking a kiss on his nose. The tip of his cock brushed against your folds, causing him to hiss and rut up against you.

A loud smack reverberated in the room, you looked up to see a faint red splotch on Izuku’s freckled cheek and Katsuki standing above him with a glare. Bakugou gripped Izuku’s cheeks and leaned forward hissing out, “Don’t you move a fucking muscle until I say so. Open your mouth.”

Midoryia hesitantly opened his mouth, flinching as Katsuki let a glob of spit fall onto his tongue.

“Now swallow.”

Izuku closed his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. “Good boy,” Bakugou muttered before releasing his grip on him. You and Izuku waited with anticipation as Bakugou rounded the couch to settle between the tangle of legs. Unzipping his pants, he fished out his cock revealing a thick angry red beast ribbed with veins. He established his own dominance keeping his remaining clothes on, leaving you two bare.

You could feel Izuku’s cock twitch under you pressing against your ass, only making you more desperate to be stuffed to the brim with their cocks.

“Tch, look at you two. So desperate like the sluts you are, pathetic.” Bakugou gripped your calves pushing them up for Izuku to hold, bending you into a full nelson.

Katsuki rubbed his cock against your wet cunt, gathering the slick along your folds. He groaned watching your pussy continue to leak its juices pass your puckered hole down to Izuku’s cock. “Don’t even need lube to fuck your ass, so fucking drenched for us.”

He made eye contact with Midoryia before they simultaneously pushed into you. Your eyes rolled back and your mouth opened in a silent scream. They fucked you in sync, not giving you a moment to adjust or catch your breath. They were determined to ruin you.

“Fuck y/n, if only you could see how lewd you look getting destroyed by two cocks, so filthy.” Bakugou growled out, reaching down to pinch your clit. You squealed and felt the oncoming waves of an orgasm, a blissful feeling spreading over your body. Your pussy tightened, causing your ass to clench around Izuku’s cock pulling a whimper from him.

He spoke between rapid breaths, the grip on your legs tightening. “You feels so good around my cock y/n, s-so tight. Such a good girl for us.” Izuku muttered more praises in your ear, your soft whines and whimpers fueling him on.

Bakugou dragged his cock out of your pussy only to thrust back in and brutally bury his cock to the hilt. The slight curve of his cock went so deep hitting that perfect spot, making tears well up in your eyes.

“Don’t be so fucking nice to her Deku, you know she’s just a cockhungry whore. She loves being reduced to nothing but a slut, taking every cock she can find.”

You whined at Katsuki’s words, shaking your head. “No, only you guys, only your cocks.”

Katsuki barked out a laugh and mocked your whines. “Only you guys. Such bullshit, you’re too desperate for that.” He leaned forward angling his cock to reach deeper in your hole while wrapping a hand around your throat. He squeezed lightly, enjoying the dazed look on your face.

It wasn’t long before Izuku’s thrusts faltered, whimpers falling from his lips. “I-i’m gonna cum.” He whined, wrapping one arm around your legs and reaching down to rub your clit. You hissed and gripped his arms, digging your nails into his skin.

Bakugou increased his pace, rutting into you and tightening the grip on your throat. “Don’t you fucking cum yet Deku or I swear to god I won’t let you cum for a week.”

Izuku whined, doing his best to hold back his orgasm. You sympathized with him, feeling the familiar warmth of an orgasm approaching.

“Fuck,” Bakugou cursed with gritted teeth. “Fucking cum you two.”

Izuku rutted into you with desperation groaning as he shot warm ropes of cum into you, filling you up to the brim. Bakugou followed with a grunt, his cock throbbing in your tight hole before releasing a load of his cum. The addictive feeling of their cum stuffing you full and Izuku’s fingers in your clit sent a roaring wave loose in your stomach. Before you could utter out a warning, liquid spurt out your cunt soaking their cocks and spattering on Katsuki’s suit.

The two men let out a groan at the sight, Izuku’s cock twitching in your cum filled ass. Bakugou slowly pulled out, watching the cum dribble out your hole and onto the Izuku’s cock, joining the messy concoction of cum.

Izuku enjoyed the warmth of your hole around his cock before pulling out and releasing your legs. You stretched them out, shaking away the numbness before spreading them for Bakugou. He smirked, giving you a rewarding pat on your thigh before dipping a finger in your messy cunt. He scooped up the mixture of your juices and his cum before pressing it to your lips. Your tongue slid out lapping at his finger. Impatient, he shoved it into your mouth chuckling at your twisted face.

“I wonder what people would think of our sweet little assistant being the dirty whore she really is.” Katsuki hummed, pulling his finger out of your mouth. You gave him a drowsy smile enjoying Izuku’s skilled fingers rubbing soothing circles on your shoulders.

“Well…” you trailed off. “I did always find Todoroki attractive.”

[littlestarrykenobi]

“I’m Good at Getting on my Knees and Begging”

Ukai x Y/N x TimeSkip!Daichi

Word Count: 2340

Warnings: Hair pulling, oral, soft dom themes, alcohol consumption (but lots of consent!)

You had grown so used to Ukai and Daichi’s bickering that the times where they were gone felt too quiet around the shop. Oh, you appreciated the break. The times when Ukai was off at practice so the constant muttering over the small television on the counter stopped, the times when Daichi wouldn’t be standing over your counter in his uniform, scrolling through his work phone as he drank his coffee… but at the same time, as you checked the clock ticking away on the wall you felt the silence. Silence didn’t describe it either as the low hum of the machines kept you company. You perked up as you heard Ukai’s car coming down the road, knowing your loneliness was about to come to an end.

“Yeah?! Well if you did more receiving drills-”

“Me?! You’re head coach! You can order whatever damn drills-”

“Oh, now you don’t want to be head coach?! Yeah, seems about right!”

“When did I say I wanted to be?!”

“Shut your mouth!”

That was certainly your boys. You couldn’t help but laugh as you went to greet them, leaning against the back door as they pulled their duffels out of his small vehicle.

“So, I take it the game didn’t exactly go spectacularly?” You joked, earning a frustrated huff in return from the older coach.

“Oi, y/n, tell Daichi he’s still that same dumbass he was in high school would you?” Ukai grumbled, lighting a cigarette.

“I told you to quit those, old man!” Daichi griped back.

“No, you said I couldn’t smoke with you in the car! God no wonder you’re single. Do you bitch this much to the people you bring home?!”

You laughed as you pushed Daichi inside, letting him drop the duffel off on the desk as he watched you lock the front doors. “I should be getting home, it’s late.”

“No way, I am not letting you go home alone,” Daichi insisted with a smile, waving his arm dismissively. “I can drive you.”

“It’s really not that long of a walk I-“

“Great! I would love to walk you home then! I need the exercise. Stuck sitting next to the walking dead over there all day anyway.”

“What did you call me?!”

“Oh hush, you both had long days!” You insisted, disregarding how Daichi looked at you as you brushed by his large frame in the small doorway, squeezing by. You two had been in the same high school class but hadn’t had a chance to interact much… not that it’d stopped him from noticing how cute you were.

“Well at least stay for a drink then?” Ukai suggested as he put out the cigarette, thinking that if it got a little later he might be able to be the one to drive you home instead.

“Yeah, a drink at least?” Daichi added, finally finding common ground. “I know he’s been working you like a dog with overtime on our account.”

“Do you always find a way to make it something negative? Damn, no wonder the guys are scared of you.”

“It’s better to be feared and respected isn’t it?” Daichi said defensively with a tight lipped smile, the fire in his eyes betraying his frustration.

“Okay, if it will get you two to quit I’ll stay for a drink.” You sigh, giving into their usual brand of chaos.

One turned into two which turned into a little more. You still had your head about you, to be sure, since the goal really wasn’t to get drunk. You’d done that plenty with both Ukai and Daichi before and trusted them with your safety but you did enjoy the warm fuzzy feeling being buzzed and cuddled up between the both of them afforded you. You seemed to be the one thing that got them to quit their arguing… But your inattentiveness only lead to surprise as you felt two calloused hands slowly slide to your thighs. Ukai on your left, Daichi on your right. The backs of their hands touched, both men immediately looking up to stare the other down.

“You know it’s getting late, Ukai,” Daichi said in his dangerously even tone. “Might want to get to bed. Old men like you need their rest and they’re much younger. They’ll want to be up for a while.”

“Old man, eh?” Ukai smirked, chuckling lightly. “I think you mean experienced. Lovers don’t expire, Sawamura. We age like fine wine. If you want to see what this old man can do, I’m sure they won’t mind an audience.”

Your cheeks flushed as you realized the situation they were putting you in. Their intense eyes turned to you, clearly wanting a decision.

“N-Now guys I don’t really know what’s going on here but,” You stammered, trying to buy some time to think.

“We want to fuck you, both of us.” Ukai said, sharply to the point. “What? Glare at me all you want Sawamura but we both know what we want, why shouldn’t they?”

“But do you have to put it so… Grossly, Keishin?” Daichi groaned, rubbing his temples as he tried to process and move past it. “But he’s not… fuck he’s not wrong. O-Of course you don’t have to fuck either of us. Just say the word and I’ll walk you to your place right now.”

You covered your face with your hands, heart pounding. You’d been imagining and fantasizing for so many years for a day like this hadn’t you? Why the hell is it when it’s finally happening you’re paralyzed with fear?!

“What if I want both?” you squeak, voice cracking. That only made it worse, fully mortified as Ukai began to laugh.

“H-Hey! That’s not- That’s not funny!” Daichi barked, pulling you in by your waist. “Don’t laugh at them.”

“N-No it’s not at them I swear!” Ukai promised through his chuckles, shaking his head. “It’s just so cute how they asked. As if we could say no to such a tempting offer…”

Ukai lightly pushed your hair away from your face, one hand easing yours away so his long fingers could travel down your cheek and jawline, a small smirk on his face. You looked back to Daichi, seeing him nodding quietly.

“You’re sure you want this?” he asked quietly, smiling as you whispered your consent. His lips met yours in an instant, Ukai’s hands quickly moving to your work blouse, unbuttoning it so he could get access to your soft skin as quickly as possible. The callouses only heightened your sensitivity, feeling all your awareness come back before the way his fingers squeezed your sensitive nipples obliterated it all over again.

“Fuck,” you whined, quiet, nearly under your breath as his lips attached to one sensitive bud, Daichi’s hands quickly moving to unbutton and unzip your jeans, easily slipping his hand inside despite how large they were and how tight the strong fabric tried to hold onto your form.

“Kei, I want them naked,” Daichi huffed. “Help me out.”

“Gladly,” Keinshin smirked, leaning you back on Daichi as he grabbed your belt loops, pulling them off quickly along with your underthings. You were naked for the first time in front of the two of them and you looked… perfect. They loved your every soft curve, every inch of skin, every flaw… They didn’t hesitate to start exploring with their lips, wanting to cover every inch.

“W-Wait I-I haven’t shaved or-” you tried to whine, but Ukai shook his head.

“You’re going to be delicious no matter what baby, I can tell,” He smirked.

“You know I’m surprised at you, Kei,” Daichi chuckled. “How Takeda put it, I thought you liked it when they got on their knees to beg more.”

Ukai shot him a look, a growl rumbling in the older man’s chest. “Maybe I should use your mouth instead of theirs if you’re going to be such a brat,” Ukai threatened, only succeeding in making Daichi roll his eyes.

“Just shut up and prove you’re not just all blowing smoke huh?”

Daichi had your head resting on his chest still, playing with your tits as he watched everything Ukai did. The coach wasted no time, tongue working your sensitive spots, licking and sucking greedily as his fingers began to work and stretch your hole, gaining speed as he found the ways you liked best, not afraid to experiment to make your pleasure all the better. You were surrounded by the scent of Daichi’s cologne, of Ukai’s cigarettes, of the liquor on both of their lips. The shop didn’t only have the signature sound of their bickering anymore, nor was it the silence broken by the humming of the lights and vending machines. Whimpers and moans, hard fought for and easily won, as Daichi was forced to close his eyes, uselessly grinding himself against your back as he felt himself reach a breaking point.

You could feel the coil in your stomach now, slowly but surely coming to that tipping point before Ukai suddenly pulled away.

“On your hands and knees, pretty. I wasn’t stretching that cute hole of yours for nothing.”

“W-What?! Hold on what are you wanting them to-” Daichi tried to argue before Ukai helped you into the position he wanted. Your mouth hovered over Daichi’s covered cock, making him breathe a little heavier as he slowly looked up at Ukai.

“I’m not a total asshole,” Ukai chuckled as he shoved the waistband of his athletic pants down, teasing your hole with the head of his thick cock. “But c’mon, I’m not waiting around for you kid.”

Daichi eagerly pulled himself free, letting you see him for the first time. It was thick, heavy in your hands as you gasped, letting out a cry of pleasure as Ukai mentally counted the inches disappearing into your needy body.

One, two…

Daichi couldn’t help himself, eagerly taking advantage of your open mouth to pull you down on top of him, the thick veins pulsing as he let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding in.

Three, four, five…

The more he pushed into you the further down on Daichi’s cock you went, the choked moans and whines only making it harder for the dark headed man to resist shoving you down completely on his length. He wanted to hear the way you choked, watch how you squirmed, wanted to know what it’d be like to have you a drooling, fucked out mess… But he wasn’t in charge right now. Somehow, despite being the one fucking your mouth, despite the way he’d always owned every other sexual encounter he’d ever had, he was back to taking orders from coach.

Six, seven, and ah, eight. Finally.

Ukai rested now, balls heavy as he waited. He needed to give you a second, no matter how delicious it was that you whined and bucked your hips back against him. “Be good little pet and we’ll reward you, don’t worry,” he cooed. “You like being rewarded right?”

You nodded eagerly, sucking Daichi hard as he groaned, tossing his head back as he thrusted into your mouth.

“Good, good you’re being such a good little bitch in heat aren’t ya?” Ukai chuckled, but he wasn’t just looking at you when he said it, not that you could tell the difference. Daichi blushed heavily, trying to avoid eye contact with his old coach.

Once Ukai started to really move, he grabbed your hips for leverage, groaning sweetly, muttering curse words, letting you happily bury your nose in Daichi’s dark, curly bush as you took him as deep as you could, gagging, pulling back, then going back for more. Daichi pulled off his t-shirt, looking like a chiseled statue as his muscles flexed, watching every last ripple as he took your hair in his hand to use it as leverage.

“I’ve got it from here, sweet pea,” He cooed, not taking you off his cock as he finally moved onto his knees, forcing you up from your forearms to your hands, looking up at him with those beautiful eyes he’d been fantasizing about since high school. “Fuck you’re so gorgeous, I want you to swallow me down, okay?”

You moaned sweetly, whining and whining as Ukai’s pace only got more intense, slowing down with a sharp look from Daichi.

‘Can’t a man just chase his orgasm without some dumb punk kid getting in the way?’ Ukai thought bitterly but savored the slower pace, reaching around to play with your sex to try and reach your orgasm. The situation was too perfect, eagerly sucking Daichi’s cock down as Keishin hit your sweet spot over and over. When that coil finally became too tight to handle, you came around Ukai without warning. It was like that was the last thing they were holding onto, the pretty tears rolling down your cheeks and pretty cum dripping from Ukai’s hand being the rain that washes away any pretense at softness. Daichi let out a growl as he grabbed your hair tighter, Ukai doubled his efforts, both of them chasing after their own euphoria with little regard for how tight the muscles in your jaw were getting or how weak your legs were becoming. They were curtious men though, Daichi pulling out at the last second to spray your chest, Ukai happily delivering a few playful smacks as he pulled out and jacked himself once, twice, then spilled his seed onto your arched back.

The hum of electricity and panting.

It was better than a symphony at the right time… and in the afterglow it was delightful.

“Both of you, upstairs… You’ll stay with me.” Ukai said softly. “After you can walk.”

“O-Okay,” Daichi nodded weakly, pulling you into his lap as Ukai found tissues in the office. “You okay sweetie pie?”

You nodded, giggling lightly as you curled further into Daichi’s warmth. “I’m with my two favorite guys aren’t I…?”

Ukai’s cheeks heated up with a blush for the first time that night. Maybe… This wouldn’t be a one time thing after all.