#and i feel like readers could forgive a big shocking twist

[tryalittlejoytomorrow]

tip for writers: working on a fic on the day that taylor releases a new album might not be the best idea unless you're okay with going angstier than planned because your poor soul has been tortured and stepped on

[gretavanlace]

Breña

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, unprotected sex, alcohol consumption, mentions of cheating, oral sex (m rec), illusions to oral sex (fem rec), fingering, etc.

Inspired by this delicious ask and blurb that was sent to me ages ago. I promised I’d get to this one, and I did, I’m just sorry it took me so long. Forgive me 💕

Loosely edited, but what else is new?

“Get fucked, Josh.” Jake barks with such venom your head snaps in his direction. He rarely speaks unkindly, even if it is only his twin brother, who will love him anyway, on the receiving end.

For his part in the exchange, Josh merely smooths a nonexistent wrinkle in his shirt with an airy chuckle. “Maybe you should take your own advice, brother. Seems like you need to get laid. Awful testy, darling.”

He means it as a joke. A laugh to lighten the mood. Unfortunately, it doesn’t land and you watch on in shocked silence as Jake slaps his glass of whiskey down on the coffee table before him, and then stalks from the room without a word - his absence solidified by the sharp slam of his bedroom door.

”You shouldn’t have said that,” your admonishment is quiet, issued tepidly while you stare down into your glass of wine. You feel intrusive, yes, but you feel worse for Jake, and that wins out.

”I know,” he agrees with the decency to at least sound repentant, “But I didn’t mean it that way. And besides, it's been months. He just needs to get on with it.”

”He loved her.” Your standpoint certainly doesn’t come from a place of loyalty to Jake’s ex - you loathed her, but instead, for Jake and his clearly wounded heart.

”He didn’t love her,” Josh corrects, and likely rightly so “He loved the idea of her. There’s a big fucking difference.”

Perhaps you shouldn’t insert yourself, but you’ve never been great about biting your tongue. ”Maybe give him some time to figure that out for himself, then.”

Josh rises with a smile that tells you your candor hasn’t ruffled his feathers. It’s so difficult to rile him up that it often feels like some twisted challenge, “Don’t you ever get tired of being right all the time? Seems exhausting to me. You should try being a fuck up…I could give you lessons.”

He drops a kiss upon the crown of your head and trips off to place his glass in the sink. “I seem to have worn out my welcome here at Jacob’s Tavern on the Green. You want a ride? I only had the one.”

”No,” you wave him off and nip at your glass, “I might just crash on the couch. The A/C’s out at my place again.”

”Alright, then,” he shrugs on his jacket and pats at his hair as if he’s prepping for a night out rather than the quick drive home, “Don’t poke the bear though, doll face. I’d like to keep you unscathed. Kinda like you.”

”That’s funny,” you deadpan, “Because I can’t stand you.”

He wrinkles his nose, offers a quick wink, and then out the front door he slips.

The couch remains your lighthouse for a time, but everyone knows Josh gives terrible advice, so if he has warned against poking the bear, that’s obviously exactly what you should do.

That’s what you tell yourself, at least, just before knocking softly on his bedroom door. “Jake?”

Your call is met with silence, but just before you turn to leave, feeling dejected and meddlesome, the door cracks open to reveal him, now barefoot and shirtless…a pair of sweats resting so low on his hips your mind wanders into dangerous territory “What’s up? Bored of my idiot brother already?”

He’s presenting a brave face, but you can see the anguish in his eyes, and also, something else that you can’t quite place.

”He left, actually.” Why do you suddenly feel so stupid? “I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You seem…I don’t know, on edge?”

He reaches out and gives your arm a friendly squeeze, “I’m alright, sweetheart. He just dances on my last nerve, that’s all.”

And while that’s not a total lie, you also know there’s a lot more to it, so you gently push him along. “You sure, Jake? You can talk to me, you know? I’ve been there, I understand how hard it is to miss someone you shouldn’t.”

Searching your face for something you can’t identify, he lets a stretch of quiet carry on a beat too long, before finally shaking his head, holding the door open a little wider in wordless invitation.

Once you’re perched awkwardly at the foot of his bed, hands clasped and ankles crossed, he speaks up “I don’t miss her, necessarily. It’s just hard. Especially the way it ended. I just…”

God, he looks so small and walled off. “You just what?”

Slumping onto the bed beside you, he sighs “I just wish it had ended differently.”

”It never ends well,” you flop down as well, and stare up at the ceiling as though constellations might appear to dazzle you. “Everyone always hates the ending. Doesn’t make it any easier, though.”

”Do you miss her?” He asks, staring up at that bright, blank white just as you are.

What an absurd question. Why should he care? And were you really that great at pretending to like her to spare his feelings?

The moment seems to scream for honesty, so you hand it over. “No, I don’t. I never cared much for her to begin with, and then she…” you falter and search for a kind way to describe it, “and then she did what she did to you, and I— no, I don’t miss her at all.”

”It’s alright to just say it. She cheated on me.” He laughs a little. “Fuck, how pathetic does that sound?”

Rolling to your side to face him, you blink away his self deprecation, “It isn’t pathetic, Jake. Not on your end, anyway.”

“I suppose I just wonder what I did or didn’t do, you know?” He chuckles quietly to mask his vulnerability, “What did he do that I didn’t? Why wasn’t I enough?”

“I don’t think that’s really how it works,” you assure him, turning to stare up at his ceiling once again, but now reaching for his hand. “Besides, I can’t imagine you not being enough.”

He returns your encouraging squeeze and makes a half-whispered joke, a verbal mask to hide behind. “Maybe I just wasn’t good enough in bed. I swear I know where everything is, and where things go…mostly.”

”Shut up,” you laugh softly so as not to disturb the calm that has settled. “I have zero doubts about your abilities, Jake Kiszka, in bed or otherwise.”

Now, he is the one rolling to his side to face you. “And what does that mean?”

”I don’t know,” you shrug, suddenly feeling extremely on display. “It’s just…well, in my experience, men like you don’t often disappoint in that department.”

”Men like me?” You have perked his interest and plucked at that mildly conceited chord that lives within him. “And what type of man am I exactly, sweetheart?”

”I’m not going to stroke your ego, Jacob. Though if you’d like to do it yourself, I’d be happy to leave the room.”

He laughs at that, “If I planned on stroking something you’d leave the room? Another devastating blow to my pride.”

You groan in mock exasperation at his tactless humor, earning another chuckle from him. You love the sound of his laugh, and you love being the one to make him laugh even more.

”It’s not like it would matter anyway.” He sighs, nuzzling against his duvet to get comfortable. “Stroking something, I mean.”

”Jake!” Your head whips to meet his scandalous gaze.

”Oh, grow up.” He grins, eyes flashing with mischief, but still something else that you can’t place.

He’s right. You promised him he could talk to you, so you shake it off and start anew. “What do you mean?”

”I just…can’t…” he pauses, searching for his resolve. “Not since she left.”

You’re shocked, and unfortunately, not hiding it well. “You haven’t had sex since then?”

It doesn’t seem possible. He’s gorgeous and charming, charismatic and dripping sex. Women crawl for him everywhere you go.

“I haven’t done anything since she left.” He corrects, dodging your stare. “I can’t. No matter what I do. I feel like I’m losing my mind. Every time I get anywhere near I—“

He abruptly cuts himself off, “I’m sorry. This isn’t cool. I shouldn’t be telling you this. I don’t know what I was thinking. Let’s just pretend it never happened.”

“No,” the last thing you want him to do is shut down. “It’s okay. Talk to me.”

He closes himself off again with a clipped shake of his head ”You don’t want to hear this shit.”

Alright, that’s it, he can’t have it his way. He can fight you tooth and nail, but you’re going to march on anyway and drag him along, kicking and screaming.

“So you haven't gotten off since the split?” You ask as if it’s no big deal…and maybe it isn’t.

“Jesus, babe…” he teases, “such a mouth on you.”

Interesting choice of words, Jacob.

”It’s just surprising to me, that’s all.” It’s a leading comment, and you damn well know it.

”Why?”

”Because you’re you, Jake.” Now you’ve spun to face him again as well. “You just walk around like living, breathing sex all the time. And you’re also a liar with your ‘mostly’ bullshit. You know where everything goes and then some. I can tell.”

”You sound terribly sure of your analysis, sweetheart.” His voice has grown quiet and it makes you long to squeeze your thighs together.

“Am I wrong?” Oh, you seem to have grown quiet as well. When did that happen? “Because I don’t think I am.”

He ignores your question, “Living, breathing sex, huh?”

”Again, I can leave the room if you’d like to sing your own praises.”

His fingers reach up to smooth an errant lock of hair away from your forehead, “You are the one singing my praises. I’m simply enjoying the attention.”

You’re further hushed at his touch ”You’re a smug little shit, you know that?”

“Yes,” he nods, “I do know that…it’s just been a bit since I could remember why.”

You want this. You want this so badly you might even be inclined to beg for it. Instead, you seize the opportunity with feigned confidence. “I could help you. If you wanted.”

His fingers are still caressing your forehead, lulling you so softly, “Help me how?”

”I don’t know,” you’re toying with the chain around his neck now, avoiding his eyes, “I could…try.”

”Try what?” There’s a smirk ghosting at the corner of his beautiful mouth, and it betrays his intentions. He knows exactly what you mean. He just wants you to say it.

Now or never. “I could get you off. If it would help. I mean, I’d like to…I want to help.”

The strong column of his throat bobs as he swallows hard, and then there is his nose, nuzzling against yours, the closest to his kiss that you have ever been ”You want to make me cum?”

The way he speaks of it, as if you two have been here a thousand times together before, is so sexy your head is suddenly spinning.

You offer a tiny nod and then hurry on before you lose your nerve, “You could just lie here and I could…”

Every ounce of confidence seeps from your bones when his eyes, cinnamon sugar and blown wild with lust, catch your own.

”You could what?” He presses the gentlest kiss against your cheek.

”I could use my mouth…I…” fuck, you can hardly breathe, and the room feels too small, crowded up with tension and long repressed desire.

A needy, hungry groan rumbles out of his chest as he pulls you a little closer. “You would do that for me?”

”Of course I would.”

His eyes are on your lips now, agonized and desperate. “Have you thought about it before, or do you just feel sorry for me?”

He knows the answer. There’s that smugness you spoke of.

”I think about it all the time.” You whisper honestly. “Do you?”

”No.” his hands fist into your hair. “I don’t think about my cock in your mouth,” oh god, the way those words tumble off of his pretty tongue, dripping saccharine but so dark “but I do think about my face between your thighs…how you’d sound. How you would taste. How you might rock your hips against me when I got you close.”

In response, you’re on your knees before him in a breath, fingers curled into the waistband of his sweats, imploring him with your gaze for permission.

He nods with a hitching inhale and that’s all the confirmation you need. Pulling them down, there it is. Stunning and achingly hard, thick and pulsing for you. As breathtaking as an obscene symphony. He looks so ready, leaking opalescent droplets into the soft dusting of hair below his belly button. You doubt you’ve ever wanted anything more.

The flat of your tongue runs warm and wet from base to tip, nudging harder at that special spot just below his velvety head. How did you know? He wonders as he twitches against your kiss.

After such a long stretch of fighting to get off, he’s now frightened he just might embarrass himself and cover your lovely face before you’ve even had a chance to suck him in.

But suck him in you do, without warning, and so deeply he can feel the silken back of your throat. Lurching forward, curling in on himself against the pleasure, he chokes out a humiliating sound and grabs at you…one hand tangled in your hair, the other clutched around the nape of your neck. “Oh my god, baby, please…”

You nod your understanding and swallow around him, sweeping your tongue back and forth. He sounds blissful but pushes you away without warning. “M’gonna cum,” he murmurs through his panting breaths, “just give me a second.”

How has he gotten here so quickly? It’s horribly humbling, but he wants it so badly his heart is resting in his throat, thrumming savagely, pulse-points pounding a fierce and uncontrollable beat.

”That’s the fucking point, Jake,” you fist at his wet cock and drink him back down once before pulling back, “You need it, I can feel it. Cum in my mouth. Please?”

Your please, so sweet and innocent while asking for something so filthy, snatches a growl out of him that flushes you with unbearable heat.

Both of his palms find either side of your head tentatively, “Can I stand?”

You nod eagerly around him, and then gaze up at his face once he is hovered above you like a deity soaked in depravity. There is a pink blush painted across the bridge of his nose and cheeks that makes you feel as soft as warm cotton.

“I want to use your mouth,” he hushes, “Is that alright?”

Again, you merely nod with your mouth stuffed full of him.

”You give me a little shove if you want to stop…” he coddles your cheek, and speaks like a lullaby as you blink up at him in consent.

When he drives inside of you, it is a vicious invasion, but one that you’d plead for over and over again. He is buried so deeply inside your throat you can scarcely breathe, but the threading of his brow and the steady moans dripping from his lips are all you’ve ever wanted.

He’s twitching already against your tongue, slipping deeper into you until you’re fighting a gag that only wrecks him further.

One, two, three, thrusts and he is reduced to whimpers, “Shit, oh god, please, I need it. I need it so bad. I need to—“ a pained grunt, through gritted teeth, interrupts his babbling, “I’m cumming, sweetheart…”

The taste of his release dances across your taste buds as you struggle to swallow him down.

He is shuddering and cursing above you, holding you still as he shakes his head violently in apology, “I’m sorry…” his voice is but a phantom of itself, “It’s too much, I shouldn’t have…not in your mouth…oh fuck, fuck…”

And you’d tell him if you could, that it is a privilege…his offering, a gift. Instead, you allow every drop to roll down your throat as you suckle gently for more until he is shivering in overstimulation.

Finally, you allow his cock to slip from your mouth as his thumbs sweep over your cheekbones. “I— goddamn…thank you, sweetheart. I feel like I can’t breathe.”

”You’re welcome, Jake…” your thumbs find their own place to sweep against - his thighs. “Thank you.”

His lips part to protest, but pull back into a snarling hiss when you wrap your hand around his length “You’re still hard.”

He looks half-bashful, “I’d say it’s been a while, but I think it’s just you.”

”Yeah?” You rise from your knees and nip at his chin, “Have I made you hard before?”

”Does someone have a bit of a praise kink?” His grip sinks into the dips of your hips beneath your shirt, “Do you like knowing you’ve made my dick ache?”

”Maybe,” you shimmy your shoulders nonchalantly, “or maybe I’m just a cock tease.”

”Get on the bed.” He demands, in lieu of an actual retort, while tugging at the button and zipper of your jeans. “Everything off. You may lay however you’d like, but I want that pussy on display for me…let me see her.”

You may? Well…there’s that bit of dominance you had imagined hidden away inside of him more times than you care to admit

Dropping down on the bed, completely bared to him for the first time, you close your eyes against his appreciative scrutiny, “You’re fucking perfect,” his words are nearly vibrating, “Stay just like that and let me look at you.”

Demurely, you do as he says.

”Legs a little wider, babe…lemme see that sugary little cunt,” oh, he’s deliciously dirty.

”Hi, pretty girl,�� he coos when your knees press against the sheets.

”Hi.” You murmur back softly.

He ever so gently waves you off, “Not talking to you, sweetheart. Mind your own business.”

Your cheek kisses linen as you nestle your face into the bed, content to allow him to have his private moment with your pussy. If that’s what he wants, that’s what he gets

His fingertips are there now, curling so lightly over your swollen clit, pretending like they just might nudge inside you now and then, until you’re writhing with want. “Please, Jake…” a tremulous, tiny mewl escapes you. A vexing little sound that heats your face and betrays your need.

His eyebrows quirk upward, “Inside?”

”Inside.” You nod earnestly.

Without warning, you’re filled with his middle and ring fingers. They search along your walls as his gaze clocks your expression until you cry out. “Right there, baby?” He pouts, mocking your whine. “Is that the spot?”

”Faster,” the blood in your veins is rushing at a feverish pitch, the taste of his cum still lingering on your tongue has broken you wide open.

“No,” he shushes, the soft pad of his thumb nudging at your clit “Nice and slow, sweetheart. Relax for me.”

You do your best and fill your lungs to the brim with air that smells of sex and him before releasing it slowly.

“Good girl, baby.” He praises, fucking you gingerly with his hand as if this is all either of you will ever do for the rest of your days…no rush. “When you cum, can this pretty princess make a mess?”

”Hmm?” You’re a million miles away, drifting through his sea, you’ve barely registered him speaking to you.

“If I make you cum,” he clarifies, pressing up into that place that makes you whimper and half-squirm away. He holds you down firmly, but with such tenderness. “Stay still, for me. If I make you cum just right will you soak my hand all sweet and warm?”

”I can’t…” you flush with inexplicable shame, “I don’t do that.”

”That’s alright…you just let me take care of you.” He sounds like he’s coddling a wounded bird just before he begins curling and massaging inside you with a tiny smirk on his face that seems to claim he knows something you don’t.

Never before has anyone’s touch dismantled you so perfectly, and you’re soaked and dripping; wet, heavenly sounds filling the room to mark your pleasure.

“No messes for my sweetheart? Just a neat and tidy little baby?” He taunts as your thighs begin to tremble, “I think you’re lying. maybe not with someone else, but I know you’ve worked this pretty, wet cunt just right…ruined your sheets, had to fight to stay quiet so no one would hear—“

With a cry that could be mistaken for agonized, you let go…barely there-tiny bursts of slick sprinkling across his palm like a spring mist. Were he a garden, he would bloom so beautifully under the kiss of your meager shower.

“There we go, sweetheart,” your eyes are locked in on his arm, watching the muscles turn and twist as if you’ve been hypnotized. “C’mon, just a little longer, relax, sweet girl, relax…”

It’s like lying in too-tall grass on a breezy day. Warm and gentle like an embrace, and his voice is ferrying you through it all so sweetly. How could she have ever given this up?

When you begin to tense against his ministrations, he pulls back delicately and pats the inside of your thigh, huffing the softest sigh of a laugh, “And you said no messes.”

“Jake,” your hands are instantly hiding your eyes, face sparking heat with a euphoric fluster.

“You did good, baby.” He whispers, kissing a path along your shoulder. “I’ve been thinking about that for a very long time.”

“Please,” your entire body is still inwardly writhing and you can’t manage much more.

“Please what?” His hand, so gentle and soft, drags yours downward to wrap your fingers around himself. He is thick, throbbing rhythmically, and so hard, “You want that?”

He sounds in control, but it’s all there for you in his eyes, he wants this badly. He needs this. He needs you…and not simply because it’s been months.

Grabbing his free hand from where it is resting beside your head against the mattress, you guide it down until his fingers are stroking delicately across you, wetting his touch, warm and silken, “You want that?”

He visibly falters, face ducking to find solace in the crook of your neck, “I want you,” he whispers so airily you aren’t even sure you’ve heard him, “I want you so fucking badly. Please, baby…”

His voice is hushed, dragging across your skin hot and wet, desperate and hungry, you couldn’t deny him even if you were crazy enough to want to.

“You don’t have to beg,” you promise, hands now petting through his hair. “You take what you need, Jake…it’s all for you.”

”I need to get off again first,” the words sigh warm against the shell of your ear, “I’m too close. You’re so pretty and warm, and you smell so good. My sweetheart.”

”Well, look who gets soft when he’s this hard.” You tease, gently stroking the cashmere tip of his cock against your clit. “You cum as fast as you need to, let me do this for you.”

Again, his beautiful face drops to hide away, mouth sucking chills into your throat.

“I don’t want to be that guy.” He confesses, sounding shy in a way you’ve never heard before. “I want to get you there, too.”

You reach down deep and find your nerve, “Is this a one time thing? It’s okay to say yes.”

At last, his stare finds yours, “I certainly fucking hope not.”

”So, you’ll owe me one.” You shrug with a cheeky smile to soothe his nerves.

”No.” he shocks you with a fervent shake of his head as he lines himself up, nudging in gently with his pillowy soft tip, “I’m gonna get you off, baby…right on my cock.”

Dirty fuck, who would’ve thought?

”Deeper, Jake,” you’re whining already, fingernails sinking into his shoulders to pull him in closer. “Fuck me.”

”Say it again.” He orders, kissing a path along your jaw.

”Fuck me,” you repeat as though you know nothing but how to follow him into the woods, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, please…”

His cock is right there teasing at you, barely inside, working your entire body into a frenzy, you want it so badly.

”Please?” His nose Eskimo kisses yours, “You’re begging very sweetly. You sound like an angel.”

“Haven’t I begged enough?” The words pant out of you warm against his lips and that - the taste of your aching need, shoves him over the edge.

Hips rolling, he slides into you like he was made to fit. The stretch is a lovely, stinging heat that claws a blissful cry from deep within your lungs. It's his favorite sound, he decides in an instant, and he wants to listen to it for the rest of his life.

As if the two of your were created simply to share this together, he fits inside of you perfectly, nestling against that sweet, hidden spot over and over until your back has arched away from the sheets and your nails scratch at him for purchase.

”So soft and tight,” his praise is but a breath, “You feel so fucking good.”

”I’m close,” you whisper back, cunt gripping at him violently, “don’t stop.”

”Wait for me, sweetheart…” he sounds filthy and angelic all at once. “I’m almost there, just…fuck, just wait for me.”

”Inside,” have you even made a sound? “Do it inside, Jake.”

”Are you sure?” He slurs, drunk off of you and ready to melt.

”Yes,” you nod frantically against the pillow, knotting your hair, “Do it. Fucking do it.”

Lost for words, he replies with a growl that takes that tightened coil deep in your belly and snaps it into pieces.

”Oh fuck,” his body tenses against you, thrust losing rythym as you flutter and clench around his twitching cock. “Gonna cum, baby, yes…you feel so…fuck…”

You watch in awe as his face twists gorgeously, eyes rolling back before squeezing closed, lip curled into a delicious snarl - and then, with a drawn out groan of your name, he collapses against you, kissing gratitude and love against your throat until the tickle of his hair makes you giggle.

”Get off me,” you laugh, shoving at his shoulders tenderly as he rolls to his side, smiling prettily at you like a kid in a candy store.

”You have magic between those pretty thighs.” He sighs, smoothing your hair. “I’m gonna tear solos up about it. Write the dirtiest riffs and licks all about that perfect pussy.”

”You’re fucking disgusting,” you sigh back, attempting to chase down your breath, “and such a guy.”

He pulls you in close, tucking his body, slick and hot, into your own, “Shh, you love me.”

Maybe he doesn’t mean it that way, and maybe you don’t either, just yet…

…but maybe you will.

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ꜰᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ..?

Pairings: Natasha x Doctor!Reader

Summary: you thought Natasha forgot your birthday...

Warnings: smut MINORS DNI

A/N: This was actually written on my birthday👀

It was your birthday today, not that anyone remembered. 

You had started your day like you do every year, waiting up until midnight to see a "happy birthday!" text or someone to come into your room and give you something. But no, like every year it just ends up in disappointment. It didn't help that your girlfriend, Natasha, had taken a mission yesterday, completely forgetting that it was your birthday.

You can't really blame her though, you've never made a big deal about your birthday. Sure, you've told her once or twice when she asked, but other than that you've never been one to celebrate. So how can you expect others to celebrate?

So, you trudged your way back to your and your girlfriend's shared bedroom after a long day of treating patients and filling out paperwork. Yeah, you were a doctor so there really can't be any days off but today was very hectic. A bunch of agents came tumbling in at once from a mission, Natasha's mission to be precise. Needless to say, your heart dropped when there was no sign of Natasha but you pushed through your feelings and treated as many patients as you could handle at once. It really didn't help that you were severely understaffed and worried about your, currently missing, girlfriend. 

So, you worked and worked until the brink of exhaustion, or the end of your 30-hour shift, and made your way back home to the Avengers' compound, where your assassin insisted it was "safest for you."

You made your way inside quickly and quietly, not alerting anyone that you had come in, and walked up to your bedroom. 

The soft sound of music playing from the other side set all your senses on fire. 

You slowly twisted the doorknob and opened the deep brown door. 

And what you saw was so heavenly you swear you almost passed out. 

There Natasha stood in white lacy lingerie, looking at herself in the mirror that was placed conveniently beside the bed. Her head snapped in your direction and her arms covered herself in a defensive habit, something she picked up from years of over-sexualisation. She relaxed a bit when she saw it was only you and let out a sigh of almost relief. 

You stood there gawking at her beauty and how angelic she looked. Sure, she looked good in just about any colour she wore, but white was on a whole other level.

"I'm sorry that I wasn't here at the beginning of your birthday, but you can forgive me, right?" She batted her eyelids seductively at you and sat down on your shared bed, spreading her legs to give you a clear view of the thin piece of fabric that covered her parts.

"Depends on how you intend to repay me." You retorted, a sudden wave of confidence washing over you. Her eyes widened in excitement and she jumped up to grab a big, neatly wrapped box and handed it to you. 

"I have another present for you later but for now, have this." She smiled softly and watched you open the black and red box, revealing a big, and relatively thick, black strap-on. Your eyes widened and a faint blush spread across your cheeks. 

"I-I don't get it. Don't we have one already?" You mumbled shyly and she took the black appendage out of the box and handed it to you, swapping it with the box you held. 

"Mhm, but this one's for you." She smiled, a hint of nervousness present in her emerald eyes. Your eyes widened so far this time you were sure they were going to pop out of your head. 

"A-Are you sure?" You managed to stutter out in your complete and utter shock. "You said that-"

"I'm ready." She confirmed and grabbed your hand lovingly. You were quick to jump on this opportunity and undressed promptly, with assistance from Natasha. 

While you discarded the last piece of clothing across the room, Natasha placed the faux cock onto your body and wrapped her lips around the tip, looking up at you. 

"Are you sure about this?" You pulled her hair back into a ponytail and asked. She nodded her head as best as she could with the big black dildo down her throat. 

You'd have to admit, it turned you on massively. 

You rocked your hips to push the faux cock down her throat, earning a quiet moan and a gag from the redhead on the bed in front of you. She released the appendage with a 'pop' and kissed you deeply, pulling you down onto the bed with her. 

Your tongues fight for dominance and she lets you win. You pull her back down to the edge of the bed and spread her legs, running your hand across her increasingly wet slit. 

Without wasting any more time, you dipped two fingers into her, making the beautiful redhead under you gasp and arch her back towards you. 

"F-Fuck..." She moaned, her face contorting in pleasure. You picked up the pace, pumping your fingers in and out of her at the fastest pace you possibly could. 

Natasha felt that familiar coil in her stomach and reached her hand up to stop your movements. 

"I wanna cum with you inside me" She pants out, chest heaving heavily. You obliged quickly, reaching down to align the black appendage with her hole. 

You pushed it in gently, rubbing Natasha's arm lovingly as she hissed with the pain. You comforted her the best you could as you pushed the strap all the way in. 

You kissed her face lovingly as she tried to squirm away from your kisses placed gently all over her face. You whispered words of reassurance.

“You’re doing so good, baby.”

You watched as she basked in the praise she was receiving, her cheeks tinted a faint pink colour. 

She gave you the sign to start moving, and so you did. Starting off slowly and gently so you didn't hurt her, you moved in and out of her, whispering words of encouragement. Neither of you had ever been in these positions before but you had seen the other in the position many times so you kinda knew what to expect. 

The gentle thrusts soon turned faster and rougher with the begging and pleading of the beautiful redhead beneath you.

“M’ gonna cum.” She moaned, her back arching impossibly high off of the bed you had laid her on.

You connected your lips as her legs shook and her eyes rolled back, cursing softly in her native tongue.

White truly was her colour.

[workingbynyx]

Words I Held Back — Gojo Satoru x GN!Reader

× :: summary — satoru is gone and sukuna remains victorious while you had to stay on the sidelines, however, a note managed to find its way into your pocket– what could it be?

× :: pairing — gojo satoru x gn!reader

× :: genre — angst, oneshot

× :: warning (s) — some ooc and oos instances!

× :: a/n — aaaand we're back in the game after months of disappearing 😎 hey folks! i'm gonna have to start yall off with a recent hyperfixation of mine (aka jjk) about our glorious blue eyed king 🙏🏻 this is my first time writing some angst and about anime, so apologies in advance! i'm also sorry if this was pretty short :<

now that satoru was gone, you felt as if a big part of your soul was gone too. it didn't feel real, it didn't feel possible but sukuna managed to do the impossible. you were angry at yourself, you should've been there with him— everyone should've been. you were in complete shock, you wanted to blame yourself but there was no time to even mourn the loss of satoru gojo, you had to help shoko with other injured people that needed your assistance.

tears wouldn't stop falling down your cheeks, they all fell on their own thinking about him alone. you worked on patching up sorcerers although they couldn't help but notice how stained with tears your face was while you cleaned their wounds in a blank expression. you never bothered to wipe them on your own since new patients are coming in every second, you had to put them first before yourself.

eventually, you stood up to get yourself a nice cup of tea to calm your nerves. however, you felt a piece of paper in the depths of your pocket when you placed your hands in them. you carefully fished it out and noticed a something written in them. you gasped under your breath when you realized who it's from...

"y/n, it's satoru.

if you're seeing this then that probably means i'm in shinjuku right now~ i wrote this letter for you to read since i know how anxious you get in serious missions that involved special grades. i also wanted to write this letter because, well, i've been meaning to tell you something for a while now actually. these are the words i held back, y/n. i never had the guts to tell you in person so this is probably the only reasonable way of letting you know. you've always been the source of my motivation to keep going, you kept my world spinning even if it was slowly caving in towards me. you made me realize how much my worth is as a person... as my self, and i'd like to thank you for that.

right now, i'm fighting in that city for everyone. i wouldn't be able to forgive myself if i died on that field and leave you like that without any further explanation, i'm really sorry. but at least i died knowing i've fought and gave my all for the person i love earnestly. i remember when we were still first years and you've only then discovered your true cursed technique with me, you were so happy. i fell in love with you right there and then. i didn't think it would be possible for somebody like me to develop these feelings for you, i didn't want to admit it because i know i wasn't strong enough yet to protect you. i thought i needed to prove myself first to be worth of your love, but i realized that i already was even if i didn't. that was foolish of me, wasn't it? hahaha

i guess i was also scared, most of the people i loved are always harmed or endangered, so all i really wanted was to keep you safe in this cruel world, free from danger like me. love is the most twisted curse of them all, but here i am completely bewitched by you. whatever our fate may be, i only wish for your happiness to be found— even if it's not with me. you probably already know what i'm about to tell you but you always forget (dumbass !) sleep on time, eat on time and remember that you're the strongest.. second after me though of course :P

let's talk when i get back!

— g. s. "

you completely broke down by the end, sinking onto the floor on your knees as tears slowly stained the paper. your heart shattered into pieces like glass when everything finally caught up to you, why must the world be so cruel? nanami, haibara, suguru, and now satoru. one by one, everyone is being taken from you without any reason why other than beastly curses being bloodthirsty for murder and power. satoru deserved to live longer away from constant danger, he deserved the happiness that was ripped from him a long time ago.

the both of you could've lived a wonderful life together, but all of that was gone in a flash.

"satoru... i didn't k-know... i'm really sorry" you muttered under your breath, your nails digging into the skin of your thigh. your hands then came up towards your face in attempt to muffle your sobbing. shaking hands, silent cries and heavy tears falling, the folded letter abandoned in front of you as guilt slowly consumed you inside.

from that day on, gojo satoru was dead.

[yellowbunnydreams]

Bunny Ears (Part 16) ~William Afton X F! Reader~

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CW: Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 30's), divorce/processing divorce, Afton being a sarcastic hot ass, Henry being such a dad, grumpy x sunshine . Faz-Fuck TM. Cringe scenes ft. Henry.

As the colder months drew closer, there were a few more faces kicking around the restaurant, Henry apparently on a recruiting spree for seasonal workers so that Christmas wasn't too harsh on the longer term employees. Not that you minded working Christmas if you had to, but the thought your boss put into such things was always appreciated.

Several of you were standing behind the prize counter, running through the ticket procedures and prize counts for the newbies, watching them nod and smile with it being abundantly clear that they had not taken in a single word of your explanation. However forgiving a boss you had, you knew that William would not tolerate laziness and even Henry and his big heart had it's limits. You did feel slightly sorry for them if they met the more abrasive side of your boyfriend however, not that it would be anything but their fault.

Through the noise, you heard your name being called, snapping your head up and giving a polite smile in that direction, the smile widening as you spotted a familiar looking little blonde girl clutching a Spring-Bonnie plushie. Excusing yourself quickly from behind the counter and leaving the new staff in the capable hands of your co-workers to go and say hello.

"Hey Vanessa! How are you doing today?" You asked, crouching on her level and watching her face light up as you remembered her. A gap-toothed smile making your heart melt as she giggled.

"I'm good! Daddy's working so he told me to go play." She said, twisting her body slightly back and forth like she was trying to expel the excess energy. "I know you're working too, I just wanted to say hello!"

"Well aren't you cute? Listen, Vanessa, can I ask you to do a really big girl favour for me?" You asked, watching the little girl's chest puff up in pride at being asked to do such an important task by an adult. You reached into your pockets and pulled out a few dollars that you'd been planning on using for a few cups of soda, but decided giving William's little girl some entertainment was far more worth it. "I want you to take these, and have as much fun as you can with them. Maybe you can win your daddy a prize?" You suggested, watching Vanessa's eyes go wide as she gingerly took the dollar bills, reaching into the pockets of her little purple overalls and pulling out a matching coloured purse, placing them inside with a super big smile. Throwing her arms around your neck in a hug as she practically vibrated with excitement.

"I will! Me and Charlie are going to have so much fun! We'll come show you our prizes afterwards!" Bounding off before you could really process the tiny child around your neck, smiling broadly and standing back up. Feeling eyes on you and spotting Stacey standing a little way back, eyebrow raised.

"You know that's Afton's kid right?" She asked, making you think for a second before nodding slowly. Stacey grinned and came up to you, poking you in the side teasingly, making you swat her hand away as she dug into your ribs slightly. "What, do you have a crush on him or something? Sucking up to his kid like that." Your cheeks turned red at the suggestion, though not quite for the reasons that Stacey seemed to have in mind as she made a shocked gasp.

"I know. But she's our boss' kid and I would rather spend a few dollars to get in his good books. I think she's playing with Henry's kid by the sounds of it."

"You totally have a crush on Afton." Stacey teased, totally missing the response you'd given her, making you roll your eyes as you attempted to walk away from the relentless teasing.

"And? If I did, what exactly are you going to do with that info Stace?" You asked, shaking your head slightly as you headed towards the main area as the next showtime started, watching out for screaming kids as they ran towards the stage to see Freddy, Bonnie and Chica perform.

"Still going to be fun to tease you about it! Even if it's our dirty little secret."

Swatting her away annoyedly, you began to pace the pizzeria, running dishes if they were ready to go from the kitchen and soon getting caught back up in the flow of work. Almost forgetting about Vanessa and Charlie until the lunch rush died down and only a few families remained, also finishing up to go back home or whatever they did when they left Freddy's for the day. You were sure your confetti blouse had pizza sauce and/or some soda spilt down it from kids running about, but your hair stuck to your forehead slightly as you finished running some of the last dishes back to the kitchen. Glad to have a moment's reprive.

Until a little body tackled your legs and almost forced them out from under you with a grunt. Looking down to see what was happening and spotting the top of Vanessa's head, looking up at you with that gap-toothed grin as she hugged your legs before stepping back and gesturing to a dark, curled girl hiding a little ways behind her.

"We're back! Me and Charlie got so many prizes!!" Her sweet enthusiasm making you melt slightly as you looked over the collection they both seemed so proud of. With how bubbly Vanessa was, and how Charlie quietly stood to one side and avoided your eyes, you would have assumed that their fathers were swapped. Not quite understanding how William produced such an extroverted child, but adoring the small girl all the same. "Can you help us pick out which ones our daddy's would like?" Tugging at your sleeve until you nodded in agreement.

Sifting through all the trinkets and toys, you made a selection for Henry and William. Charlie seemed quite pleased with your choice, giving a softly spoken 'thank you' as you picked out the matching Freddy's bracelets for her and him. Vanessa also seemed to vibrate with excitement when you picked out a small bag of candy for William, hoping he had a sweet tooth as the two girls held hands and ran off with all their prizes. Giggling wildly and making you shake your head at how cute they were.

'I wonder if William ever wants more kids one day.'

Cleaning up didn't seem so bad after the interaction with the two little girls, humming quietly to yourself as you worked on making the dining area spotless for the next load of guests. Taking pride in the place in a different light now you knew how much passion was laid behind it, you hoped that you could stay at Freddy's for a long time. Part of the Fazbear Family in more ways than one.

Henry and William emerged from the back after a while, which of course drew the attention of all the staff since they were always curious about the bosses walking the floors. Henry was in another colourful abomination of a suit, whilst William was covered up in mechanics overalls, clearly having been in the parts and services room and tinkering away on some project for a majority of the morning. Each one with a small child on their arm, making you smile as you realised that they were going to have lunch in the dining room with their kids rather than hide away in the back office. Although you felt a small pang that your homemade lunch was going to go to waste that day.

Charlie and Vanessa waved to you as they went past, and you waved back brightly to them, making them both giggle excitedly and both of the men smile at seeing their daughters happy. Henry bending down to pick up Charlie and carrying her over to a booth whilst William simply held Vanessa's hand, keeping her close as he slid in opposite his business partner. Chatting away idly to him about something quietly whilst the girls grabbed Freddy's colouring sheets and some crayons, doodling away quite happily whilst their dads talked.

It was a super cute sight to see, and you noticed a lot of the older staff looking happy at the sight as well, whilst the newer staff just looked mildly confused at the development.

Heading on over after nobody moved for a second, you smiled at the men who both smiled back. Charlie giving you a shy smile and Vanessa practically bouncing in her seat as she recognised you. "Hi miss! Hi miss!" You laughed as she greeted you, hearing a chuckle from Henry and seeing William's cheeks colouring slightly beneath his stubble. Planting his hand on his daughter's shoulder in an attempt to get her to sit down properly in her seat. You could tell she was a menace of a child if they ever went out to eat somewhere. Deciding to see about making Charlie giggle perhaps, since she seemed to be the shyer of the two.

"Welcome to Freddy's folks! Have you been here before?" You chirped in your customer service voice, making the two children giggle wildly as Henry looked like he'd blue-screened for a moment and William raised a thick eyebrow, looking at you over his glasses with humour in his eyes.

"Yep! We're friends of Freddy and Bonnie and Chica and Foxy and Fredbear, and Spring-Bonnie!" Vanessa piped up, making you dramatically place a hand over your heart and widening your eyes and expression into dramatic shock. The little girls giggling at the sight and making you fight not to smile with them.

"You're friends with them?! Well now, I'm friends with them too! I'm surprised we've never met." Exagerating your expressions slightly to send the girls into giggles as Henry recovered from his mild crisis and William leaned back in the booth, the corner of his mouth twitching and fighting a smile just like you were.

"We're far more private friends with them." William joined in, his gravelly voice laced with amusement as he met your eyes briefly, winking at you and making your cheeks flush slightly.

"Private friends hey? Well here at Freddy's, we believe everybody can be friends!" Vanessa and Charlie giggling as they looked over the menus sat infront of their dads before looking up at you with a sense of awe.

"Can I have a mini pepperoni with mushrooms?" Vanessa asked politety, looking at her dad before continuing "And a cola?"

"No cola, Vanessa. She can have juice." William interjected, making his daughter pout cutely at him as the already hyperactive child was denied her sugar rush.

"Please may I have just a cheese pizza?" Charlie asked in her soft voice. You nodded and wrote down the order on your mini-pad from your pocket, watching Henry smile and ruffle Charlie's hair affectionately before he finally turned to you properly.

"She can have a juice too, and what do you say Will, you want to split a pepperoni?" Smiling brightly as William finally allowed his lips to curl up at the edge and smile slightly, glancing back at Henry and then at you once more.

"Sure thing. And two sodas, might as well have the full Freddy's experience." He joked, making you laugh as you wrote it down and put the pad away, clearing the menus from the table temporarily and quickly looking over the kids doodles.

"Alright! I'll get that into the kitchen for you." Smiling brightly as you headed away, hearing the girls excitedly chatting about how you asked if it was their first time at Freddy's. The low murmur of voices soothing any nerves you had about doing something like that as you ripped off the order and pushed it through to the kitchen, the chefs nodding and getting to making it whilst you handed the drinks off to another one of the front of house.

Grabbing yourself a fountain drink and reminding yourself to pay it into the till later, you sipped at it as you glanced across the restaurant before heading back to the employee breakroom to go eat your own lunch. Spotting Garrett in there and animatedly talking to some of the new hires.

"So anyway, Wiffle Bat Willy can be a bit of a hardass." He said, clearly in the middle of a debrief or telling a story as you padded over to the fridge, grabbing the bag with your name on it as you could almost hear the confusion in one of the young men's voices.

"Wait, why's he called 'Wiffle Bat Willy'?"

"Because he clocked a kid in the head with a wiffle ball." Garrett explained and rolled his eyes like it was obvious. Shit-eating grin on his face as he spread your boss' nickname to the newbies, and you somehow knew that this would be a running joke for generations of staff to come.

[teyamloving12]

Tsu’tey chasing you down while in his rut. someone has to bear his children

The Forest Chase

Warning: NSFW content (MDNI), dub-con, mentions of heat cycles, sex in the forest, fingering, tsahyelu, etc.

Pairing: Tsu'tey x Omatikaya!Reader

Synopsis: He was the predator and you were his prey that thought it could get away.

Every 3 months, it was the same exact thing except this time it would be worse. Tsu'tey was never feral during his rut but this time, Eywa had plans for him.

"...other!...Brother!...Brother!", Tsu'tey heard through his thoughts. He threw his head up to see who was calling him, only to see Jake. "Are you alright?", Jake asked with worry. It was strange to see a man like Tsu'tey distracted. Tsutey clenched onto his bow. The feeling of great lust and desire was growing stronger.

His breath began to break. He stood up quickly looking down at Jake. His eyes were burning in their sockets. His member was growing at the thought of his mate, her eyes shot towards the forest. Bingo. "I apologize Jake Sully.", he said before walking in frisky manner. Jake was confused. Why was he apologizing? Tsu'tey's mind was on you. The past night's memories flashed in his mind as he searched every nook and cranny of the forest.

He lurked in the trees like a predator, anxiously waiting for you, his prey, to appear so he could pounce. And there you were, in al your flesh and your glory. He watched as your tail wagged behind you, as your thighs and back arched as you pulled back the arrow aiming it as a fish in the water.

He was lustful.

And whatever desires he had must be fufilled and no Na'vi on Pandora could stop him. The little branch of the tree he stood in fell in the water not only alerting you but also scared the fish away. You turned around and shot the arrow into the tree. Tsu'tey missed the shot by an inch. Now he's angry. He could almost smell your cunt. Your addicting scent. The way your breasts jumped when you raised your hands to shoot at him. Now it was time to play cat and mouse.

He shot the arrow back at you. You were shocked. You spinted out of that section of the forest. Now the catch had begun. He ran through the trees. The leaves might have hit him in the face but that didnt matter. He was detsermined. He liked to see you run from him but at the same time, it angered him ferociously.

You tripped on a branch that was in your way, twisting your ankle. You screamed in pain as you grabbed your twisted ankle. His shadow was right there. You trie to use your hands to crawl away but he walked towards you. The back of your head hit on the tree. Your heart skipped multiple beats. The shadow came close by each second until you realized who it was. Your mate. But wait?

That glance in his eyes looked too familiar. He was going through his rut. You were still afraid. The Tsu'tey you knew would never do this. Tsutey fell to his knees in front of you. You flinched as he reached for your face. He stroked your cheek and finally broke the deadly silence. "Forgive me yawntutsyìp."

What did he mean? He grabbed your braids forcing your lips onto his. The kiss was hot and desperate. Your back fell to the ground while Tsu'tey climbed on top of the limp body and bounded your wrists behind his slender fingers.

He watched in delight as your tried to process what was happening at the moment. You looked like a poor rabbit caught in a trap. It made his cock painfully hard and stiff. He couldn't wait to breed you and stuff you full of his seed. He wanted to see your stomach big and round from his children and your breasts swollen from being full of milk.

"Tsu'tey, please I beg you, let's not do this here!", you shrieked under his restraints" I want you to help me, syulang," he said in his deep voice while he rubbed his other hand up and down your stomach. "With what..?" She answered. Now you were just stupid for asking that question

Tsu'tey didn't speak, not a thing. He chuckled leaving a smug look on his chiseled face and in a smooth motion, Tsu'tey's hands went straight for the prize. Your loincloth.

His fingers grazed over your clit. Unsurprisingly, your cunt was already soaked with your juices of arousal and desires. It was wrong to enjoy this but the burning flame inside of you continued to grow bigger. He plunged two of his slender fingers inside your sloppy cunt. You unconsciously grind on his fingers. Your breath became heavy. his desire continued to grow. Your moans were doing something to him. He curled his fingers, successfully locating your g-spot.

"Not hard-ahh ahh!!" You bawled out underneath him. However, your pleas fell on deaf ears as Tsu'tey's sex-filled mind was only filled with one thing and one thing only.

Breeding you. And claiming you his mate forever.

Your vision was clearly going. You only could see a blurred Tsu'tey over your body. You were about to pass out until you felt Tsu'tey harshly thrust into your pussy. "Don't pass out syulang. Take me! I know you can!', he growled. The sound of skin clapping together echoed throughout the entire forest. Your fingernails dug into the Na'vi's skin. Your legs wrapped around his slender waist.

As Tsu'tey continued with his hard fast and brutal thrusts slamming into your sensitive core that was sure to give you problems later. He saw the bulge of his huge member through your stomach, He pressed down on it. You released the most ungodly moan one could ever hear. Tsu'tey grabbed your braid and his own. He wanted to feel the bond between the both of you once again.

Tsaheylu was made and you felt even more connected to Tsu'tey than ever. You grabbed his braids forcing him to kiss you roughly. He grabbed your hips to slam you onto him even harder than before. "I want you to be the mother of all my children. My beautiful mate! Gonna get you pregnant and let them all know that you belong to me!"

You wanted to respond but your mate's cock was messing with your brain. Tsu'tey could feel he was close he began to go faster and slam his hips harder. His orgasm hit him in crashing waves as dense ropes of white painted your core with his seed. So deep within your core, you knew you would become pregnant. With his children.

He pulled out being careful not to spill out his semen. He kissed your stomach and smiled as he laid his head on it.

"I can't wait to see my children, thank you syulang."

[universaln0b0dy]

A dozen roses. (Twisted wonderland first years x reader

《Characters》 Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel and Sebek

《Summary》: You and him had a fight. For whatever reason and the other would only be forgiven if they would be brought a dozen Roses, handpicked.

《Note》: This was requested by @cyn-write , it's the second part to the housewarden one! Hope you enjoy! established relationship. Also romance. (And maybe it's a bit ooc)

Ace Trappola:

Ace could be a bit of an asshole and not just a slight bit, sometimes his whole personality seemed to just exist to make him an asshole and that's exactly what you said after he dared to pull a prank on you that got all your clothes wet and your homework ruined.

He even had the nerve to laugh when other students started to point at you and whisper, telling you that you should calm down, but you simply walked out of the room telling him that he shouldn't talk to you unless he brought you a dozen of Rose's and slammed the door shut.

To say Ace was baffled was an understatement, he was shocked and littarly sat through the whole history lesson mouth open, trying to process just what had happened.

During lunchtime you refused to sit on his table, rather sitting down with Floyd instead. Ace was baffled and Deuce confused.

"Did you two break up or something?" Deuce asks worried, but Ace shakes his head, explaining to Deuce what had happened.

Deuce sighs. "Well Ace, you have a mission!" Deuce jokingly says, watching Aces fall...

Its officially been a week and Ace hasn't brought you any flowers, not even a single one. You sigh, maybe you should have looked over that prank like you always did. You sigh, leaning back hearing a knock on the Ramshackle door. You walk towards it and open it, only to see Ace hold a bouquet of flowers into your face.

"I really want to apologise prefect. I really behaved like an ass the past few weeks, I hope you can forgive me." Ace mutters and you smile prying the flowers out of his grasp.

"Thank you, I really appreciate your apology!" Yoh mutter giving Ace a kiss on his cheek.

Deuce Spade:

You messed up big time. You knew that Deuce was sensitive about his past and you still teased him about it. Maybe Deuce wouldn't have reacted that way if he hadn't been stressed out before by Riddle, but well it was your fault and blaming someone else would not help you or Deuce.

You sigh starting to walk around NRC thinking about what to do as an apology, since you didn't want to just say: "hey I apologise for teasing you that day!" No that didn't feel right nor correct, Deuce deserved a very good and nice apology.

Deuce on the other hand was thinking about everything being his fault, he walked up and dow the dorm, annoying Ace. Deuce wanted to be a top student and a better person than he was in middle school and the first thing he did was snap at you.

He looked at Ace suddenly grabbing both of his shoulders and shaking him. "ACE, HOW DO YOU APOLOGISE TO YOUR PARTNER?"

Its officially been a week and both of you had been spending time to prepare the perfect apology, anxiously asking yourself if the other would not like the apology and in the worst case scenario break up!

You decide to catch Deuce on his way to class and he planned the same time and as the both of you came to a halt in front of eachother both of you yelled: "I AM SORRY!" And held out the Rose's to the other.

You look at Deuce in confusion. "What are you sorry about? You didn't do anything wrong!" You mutter while Deuce sighs.

"I shouldn't have snapped at you..." He muttered his shoulders slumping. You place your hand on his cheek with a soft smile, causing him to look up at you.

"No Deuce, you haven't done anything wrong! You had every right to snap, I shouldn't have teased you the way I did." You exclaim and Deuce started to chuckle, the flowers pointing towards the floor.

"Ace was right, we both are truly over complicating things!"

Jack Howl:

You felt horrible. You shouldn't have annoyed Jack, causing him to loose focus during training, having him end up in the infirmary. You felt really horrible, he wouldn't be able to take part in the game he had trained for so long all because you had to come annoy him.

You sigh, sitting in Ramshackle looking around to find ideas that would help apologise but no avail and you really didn't want to go to him without a proper apology.

Jack on the other hand was a bit confused on why you didn't come visit until he remembered you were you. He knew you would beat yourself up over everything thinking that everything was your fault and he was angry.

Well he was angry but not at you, the other student had send a disk flying his way that knocked him out almost, that was against the rules!

He was bed bound for now and he really wanted to see you. He watched the clock, asking himself just how long it would take you to talk to him.

It was now the end of the week and Jack hasn't been able to talk to you. He was allowed out of the infirmary a while ago and had been actively trying to search for you, but you were for some reason avoiding him.

He was sad and his ears and tail pointed downwards, his whole demeanor showing that he really felt sad. Until he sees you running towards him with a bunch of flowers, your hands slightly bruised from picking them.

"I am really sorry Jack! I shouldn't have come to the training and-and now you can't take part in the game you trained really hard for...." You can't continue because Jack had already started to hug you, his tail waving around.

"You don't have anything to apologise for, the other student shouldn't have thrown the disk that hard."

Epel Felmier:

Vil looked af Epel in confusion, usually the lavender haired male would complain about everything, but Epel just sat there with empty eyes, lost in thought.

Rook chimes in with a shocked face. "You have problems with monsior/mademoiselle trickster?" Vil sighs, that explained quite a lot, of course only his partner could make Epel look so sad.

Epel didn't want to be the bigger person! You and him had thought about the fact he got into a fight for you and you were mad at him for that, after all he could have gotten seriously injured. But what did you take him for? Some fragile flower?

He sighed, now he realized that he was in the wrong. You didn't even once say that he was weak, or frail. No, you were genuinely worried because he fought so recklessly.

Epel thought about how to apologise, remembering what his grandmother once told him: "The best apology I was ever given was when my husband brought me a dozen of handpicked roses. Picking flowers, especially taking the time to pick many of them is something everyone should appreciate!"

Epel nodded, he knew now how to apologise to you. With a dozen of handpicked roses, it wouldn't even matter if he pricked his hands, because he could handle a few scratches.

A week later you heard a knock on the Ramshackle door and you littarly run towards it, managing to trip and fall flat onto the floor, before standing up again and running towards the door.

Opening it you see Epel, holding flowers in his hands. Je scratched his neck akwardly before looking at you.

"I wanted to apologise for being so rude that day, I shouldn't have acted that way!" He mutters and holds the flowers out towards you. You take said flowers with a smile.

"I also wanted to say sorry, Epel. I completely forgot to thank you!"

Sebek Zigvolt:

Sebek was sad and everyone could tell. He had gotten into a fight with you about his devotion for Malleus, simply because you told him that he could leave him alone for a few minutes.

After that Sebek said some stuff that he couldn't take back, like calling you a weak and useless human. He felt horrible, especially after seeing the way you had looked at him, tears in your eyes, before running away from him.

Lillia noticed Sebeks mood immediately, the fae having known the boy for a long time. Like the father he was hs asked what was wrong trying his best to comfort Sebek, who was trying his best not to cry.

Lillia hadn't seen him like that often and the way Sebek looked right now, full with anxiety of accidentally ended the relationship he felt his heart throb.

Sebek had been so happy about getting together with you that he even turned his volume down once in a while, or talked about something other when Malleus. Lillia was set on helping Sebek apologise....

Its been a week and you still hadn't heard anything from Sebek. You had kinda hoped he would apologise to what he said, but maybe he didn't even care.

You sigh letting yourself plop into the grass before noticing someone walking towards you. It's Sebek!

"I really apologise for what I have said last week human. You aren't useless nor weak! You are someone that needs to be respected!" He loudly says and you smile taking the flowers, hugging Sebek out of the blue.

"Thank you and I apologise for getting frustrated. I know how important Malleus is to your country and you. So continue to do your best protecting him!"

(Finished! I hope you will enjoy this!)

[onceuponastory]

this lovely night - sam wilson x reader

“Is it out of line If I was to be bold and say, "Would you be mine?” - whistle for the choir by the fratellis 

Plot: After having no luck finding love the usual ways, Y/N decides to try her luck speed dating. At first, it seems her bad luck is continuing... until she meets Captain America himself, Sam Wilson. Pairing: Cap!Sam Wilson x Female!Reader (also the TINIEST hint of Sarah Wilson x Bucky) Warnings: Mentions of sexism/sexist comments, Sam being a little nervous about dating and a few alcohol mentions. No sexism from Sam though! He could never! Other than that, just sickly sweet fluff. Just how I like it! But as usual, if I miss any triggers please let me know! Notes: This was written for @late-to-the-party-81‘s Challenge Yourself Challenge, where you have to write for a character/trope etc that you haven’t written for before. This is my first time writing for Sam! Thank you again to @staticscreenwriting / @astartothemoon​ for my dividers! Not beta’d, so any mistakes are my own.

“You know.” The man in front of Y/N begins, stopping only to take another big gulp of his beer. Y/N’s stomach twists. God knows what he’s about to say now. “I really think you’d make an excellent housewife.” He leans back, grinning at her. Y/N’s stomach churns, and she wraps her jacket closer around herself, hoping it shields her body from his gaze. “And a great mother to our kids. You’d stay home, of course, and I’ll provide for us all.”

And there it is. 

“I have a job. I’m keeping that.” she snaps back. Fucking sexist loser. Thankfully, before the man can say anything else… or before Y/N can throw her drink all over him, the announcer calls out that it’s time to change over, and Y/N gets out of there as quickly as humanly possible. As she collapses into another seat, she can’t ignore the disappointment settling in the pit of her stomach. Sure, he’s a sexist pig, but that marks yet another failure tonight.

After so long of scouring dating apps for someone, yet having no success, Y/N turned to speed dating. After all, even if it all crashes and burns, at least she tried it once, right? And so far, like every of her other attempts to find love, tonight has been just as unsuccessful as the others. That’s not to say most of the men she’s encountered tonight have been awful human beings like the man she just had the displeasure of meeting. But almost every girl, Y/N included, wants to find her Mr Right, and none of the men she’s met have gave her that spark, that feeling in your stomach that tells you this is the one for you. Honestly, she’s already resigned herself to the fact that she isn’t going to meet the love of her life. Or at least, they definitely aren’t here. 

Although, if this night is a complete failure, at least she can just get drunk and forget it all.

As the night goes on, Y/N’s prediction seems to becoming true. Well, back to the dating apps it is. Maybe the third time will be lucky?

“Hey, Y/N right? Nice to meet you.” Another male voice speaks. When Y/N looks back up and recognises who’s sitting opposite her, she gasps.

Captain America himself, Sam Wilson, is sitting opposite her. And somehow, he looks even hotter than he does on TV. In that moment, she loses all ability to speak, think… or even breathe. This is not where she expected this night to go, to have a literal Avenger sitting in front of her. She didn’t even notice him come in or move around the room. It’s like he just materialised out of nowhere, right when she needed it. He holds out his hand, and she shakes it. As her fingers brush against his, something twinges in her stomach.

“Are you alright?” He frowns, clearly confused and concerned by her silence. Heat settles on her cheeks then, and she chuckles awkwardly.

“No, I’m okay. I’m just more shocked that Captain America is here more than anything. Forgive me for being so forward, but I thought someone like you would have no issue finding love. I mean… look at you.” Her sudden honesty takes her off guard slightly, and for a moment she’s worried that she’s embarrassed herself even more. Yet, to her relief, he chuckles, smirking slightly. Or maybe the reason she’s so forward around Sam is because of how safe and comfortable she feels around him already. It’s like they’ve known each other for years, rather than only just meeting now. But Sam’s kindness and ability to make anyone feel at ease isn’t surprising. After all, there’s a reason why Steve Rogers' chose him to be his successor.

“Well, dating is tough for everyone. And to be honest, most people I date aren’t as cool with me being gone for such long periods of time, or the whole dating a public figure side of things. Seems like they just want a ‘normal’ life.” He admits. Although he still seems upbeat, Y/N registers the disappointment lacing his tone. And it breaks her heart. The Captain America identity is such a huge part of Sam and his life, and he deserves someone who respects that, and is proud to have him representing it, and to be dating him. She wouldn’t mind that life at all. She’d be proud to be at his side, to know that her boyfriend is a symbol of hope and heroism for so many, and someone who saves the world day in and day out.

He glances over at her again, grinning once more. “But I am glad that I came tonight.” And something deep in Y/N’s stomach flutters, like it never has before. Is this it? Is this the feeling that I’ve met the one? Looking over at Sam, Y/N smiles. If it is, she’s glad it’s come now. “And besides, you don’t need to worry about the formal stuff now. Please call me Sam.”

“When I’m back in Delacroix, I love to go fishing with Bucky, my sister, and my nephews. Spending all that time out on the open water, having an ice cold beer as the sun beats down on you….” 

“Stop!” she gasps, moaning happily. “That sounds incredible. I’d love that. Just a shame I’ve never been on a boat before.”

“Oh, you don’t need to worry about that. I’ll take you. It could be one of our next dates.” He winks, and Y/N giggles. 

“Oh, next time huh? I’d love that.” She sighs dreamily. God, this is incredible. Sam really is the full package. He’s caring, charming, hilarious… and, of course, drop dead gorgeous. After all, she noticed the outline of his muscles through his shirt pretty soon into their date. Although, given that he’s a literal superhero, that’s unsurprising. Despite that, though, she and Sam are still having a good time, regardless of his celebrity status.

Thankfully, tonight wasn’t such a failure after all.

Yet, a voice soon interrupts, bursting her perfect bubble of happy thoughts. “Excuse me? We were supposed to change over almost five minutes ago, and you two are still talking.” And that brings her back down to earth. Honestly, she’s been having such a good time with Sam that she forgot all about the speed dating element of this. Everyone else just faded away.

“Oh, sorry, man. I’ll go.” As Sam stands up to leave, Y/N reaches out, placing her hand on his and stopping him without even thinking about it. 

“Wait!” she gasps. “I don’t want you to go.”

“You… don’t?” Sam frowns. Almost as if he’s so used to heartbreak and failure that he can’t believe she actually does want him to stay. But Y/N doesn’t even need to think about it. It’s never been as clear to her as it is now.

“No. I don’t. Or at least, if you go, I’m coming with you. Besides… you owe me a fishing date, right?” She just hopes Sam feels the same way about her, and isn't ready to say goodbye just yet. So when he smiles, Y/N breathes a sigh of relief. 

“Okay. Let’s get out of here.” He interlocks his fingers with hers then, running his thumb over her knuckles. 

“I’m paying.”

“No, you’re not.”

“I’m an Avenger, remember? I got this.” Before Y/N can argue or even say another word, Sam has shoved his cash into the hand of the teenage burger joint employee. “Keep the change man, alright?”

“Okay, next time I’m paying. Besides, I’m the one who recommended this place.” She orders when they’ve sat down with their food. Sam raises a brow, grinning.

“Next time, huh?”

“Hey, what did I say? You owe me a fishing trip, remember?” Yet she can’t ignore how heat settles on her cheeks once more, and how something in her stomach flutters with the way he gazes over at her. He looks at her like she’s the most important person in the world to him.

The restaurant isn’t too busy this time of night, meaning she and Sam are practically alone. Like they’re the only two people in the world right now. But honestly, Y/N doesn’t care if the restaurant is packed or empty. All she cares about now is being by Sam’s side. Like she said earlier, it feels like they’ve known each other for years now. They’re both just so comfortable and open around each other, nobody could’ve guessed they only met earlier tonight. Y/N just wishes this night could go on forever. 

If she could, she’d stay by his side forever.

After their meal, Sam insists on walking her home like the true gentlemanly superhero he is.

“Those burgers were incredible.” He sighs happily, holding his stomach. Y/N giggles.

“Told you so. It’s your turn to pick next time, alright Cap?”

“You know… I kinda love it when you call me Cap.” He admits, chuckling.

“I’ll be sure to do it all the time then… Cap.” She winks, which looks like it almost sends Sam’s heart into overdrive. It’s so strange, seeing such a charming literal superhero reduced to a grinning, love struck mess around her. But then again, she’s sure that she’s the same around him.

Sam walks her all the way home, keeping her hand still clasped in his. In fact, she doesn’t think he’s let go of her hand since they left the speed dating venue, keeping her safe and close to him the entire night. Not that she’s complaining, though. Honestly, she hopes he never lets her go.

Unfortunately for them both, soon their walk comes to an end, and they reach the outside of Y/N’s apartment building.

“Guess this is the end of the line.” Sam sighs. 

“Oh please, that’s such a Cap line.” Y/N rolls her eyes. Yet, she can’t help but laugh at his joke. “Seriously though, thank you for tonight, Sam. I had a lot of fun.” Immediately, the mood changes. It’s almost as if the happy moments from earlier tonight are gone as the pair remember that, at least for tonight, the good times are over. All Y/N can think of is one thing:

She doesn’t want this night, or her time with Sam, to ever end.

“You’re welcome. Thank you for taking a chance on me.” Y/N scoffs.

“I wasn’t taking a chance. I really connected with you, Sam, and I want to spend more time with you.” He starts grinning again, one of those huge smiles that takes over your entire face and with a warmth that feels like the sun itself. And it’s all for her.

“You know….” He trails off, chuckling. “I was going to ask if you really did want to go on another date with me, so I’m really glad you said that. Mostly, though, it’s because you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen… and I think I’m falling in love with you, Y/N.” She gasps, and her heart begins to pound even faster. Sam comes closer, closing the gap between them both. So close they’re only inches apart now. “May I?” He whispers, tilting his head towards hers. Y/N nods, too speechless to say anything. Slowly, like they’re in a movie, Sam gently leans in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. When their lips connect, it sends a tingle down her spine and sends her heart into overdrive. Sam wraps his hands around her waist, whilst hers go onto his shoulders. He holds her there for what feels like hours, safe in his embrace. “Can I call you tomorrow?” He asks once they finally, yet reluctantly break apart.

“Of course. Like you even have to ask.” He leans in again, this time kissing her cheek.

“Goodnight Y/N.” He whispers, his breath hot against her cheek.

“Goodnight Sam.”

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[win-writes]

𝘉𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘏𝘢𝘪𝘳

༶ pairing; jouno x fem!reader

༶ contains; sensitive topics (s/h), mentions of cuts & scars, fluff, jouno comforting reader

༶ a/n; please proceed only if you're sure that reading this won't trigger you!! this is pretty much a vent and i was really hesitant if i should post this, but i thought that maybe something good can come out of this and help comfort others as well

"I'm sorry" your voice comes out raspy, cause by your violent cries from just a few moments ago. Your eyes are puffy and your hands, that previously assaulted your own body, are now trembling.

"It's alright" he replies, without interrupting his hands carefully taking care of your damaged skin. The soft pads of his fingers run over your cuts ever so gently one last time, before applying bandages over them "But you shouldn't be asking me for forgiveness, my love" he leans closer, placing a kiss over your covered scars "Your own body comes first" Your chin trembles as you feel another pool of tears forming in your eyes.

Jouno always finds the right words to say when you need it the most. You truly couldn't be more grateful he embraced with so much love this side of yourself that you despise so much. But there's still a part of you that feels guilty knowing he has to deal with something like this because of you.

"Princess, what are you thinking?" you snap out of your thoughts and stare at him with your big sad eyes "That I don't deserve you at all" your throat thickens as your tears roll down your face. Jouno lets out a sad sigh, positioning himself beside you "Please. don't ever say that again" he cups your sweaty face in his warm hands, drawing invisible circles on your cheeks with his thumbs.

"But it's true" you lower your gaze as you speak "You could do so much better than this.." a sob arises in your throat "With someone far less pathetic than me"

Jouno can feel his heart twisting at your words. It pains him when he listens to you speak so ill of yourself. Especially when you say things like that. Like he could find somebody else and be happier. Little did you know that Jouno couldn't even dream of being with someone who isn't you.

"My love, look at me" you slowly raise your eyes. Jouno gently pulls you closer to him, connecting your lips together. Your hands grab on his shirt for dear life, afraid that he's gonna disappear the moment you open your eyes. Like he's part of a dream and you'll lose him when you wake up. He can taste your salty tears on your lips and hear your heartbeat pacing with every passing second your lips remain locked with his.

A few moments later, he backs up "I wouldn't change you for anyone else" he whispers right above your mouth. He places a kiss on your cheek before resting his forehead against yours "Not a single day passes without thinking how lucky I am to be yours"

Hearing his last words sent an electric pulse through your bones. Jouno always preferred to express his feelings through actions, so to say you're not shocked by his direct confession would be an understatement "If you're the lucky one.." you raise your hand to play with his earring "Then what the hell am I supposed to be?" you ask while a smile slowly roses on your face.

Jouno's face dazzles with happiness the second he notices your heartbeat returning to its calm rhythm. He holds your free hand into his own, placing another kiss at the back of your palm "Since I'm the lucky one.." he caresses your face and gives you his warmest smile, before leaning into your ear to whisper words coming from the bottom of his heart.

"I guess that makes you the perfect one"

Hello again, if you've read this far, i just want to let you know that you matter and idc if you don't take my words seriously cause i'm a silly little nobody on the internet, but this comes from the bottom of my heart, your life matters and i'm so proud of you for being here today <3 thank you for spending your time reading this, please take care and remember that you'll always have someone wishing nothing but the best of things coming your way<3

[hapan-in-exile]

Volume 4 - Post #7: Thrilling Tales of (Undercover) Emergency Medicine

Another installment in this ongoing serialized fanfic

Genre: Mandalorian x Fem! Reader

Total word count: 6.5K (seventh post in Volume 4)

Rating: Explicit - smut, language, +18 *NSFW*

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VII. One thing you’ve learned about life in the mountains is how fast the weather can change. A cold wind had picked up in the afternoon, gathering all the cheerful fluffy clouds into an ominous gray stratum above the horizon. You’ll get caught in the rain during your hike back to the encampment if you don’t leave now.

And really, what’s the point of sticking around? Nito refuses to talk to you, and Mando won’t return to the ship anytime soon. You throw on a dry change of clothes and sling the rucksack over your shoulder.

There’s a solid minute when, standing in front of the sleeping compartment, you debate leaving your dirty underwear tucked into the bedroll in case Mando decides to nap in there again. But it feels desperate. Gods above, you should at least try to retain some dignity.

Maybe that was it. Just a one-time thing. What if he already regretted it? Could the robe simply be a ‘this is over, please don’t hate me’ peace offering?   

Maker, but the sex had been so good! To think that you would never share that again…that perfect tension between passion and tenderness…

What an absolute shit day.

You receive a begrudging “be safe” from Nito, muttered between his pointed teeth when you say goodbye. Yet he doesn’t pull away when you draw him into a hug. The Ardennian’s being a prickly little shit right now, but he didn’t want to part in anger. That was something. There’s still a way to earn his forgiveness. You’ve gotta hold onto that. 

Of course, it starts hailing almost immediately into your climb out of the valley. Big fat pellets of ice that strike at your hands and face. You dart between the dense cover of tree branches to avoid the worst of it and quickly lose track of where you’re headed. The elevation is so high, and the clouds are so low, you’re caught walking through patches of thick fog that compound a perilous lack of visibility. 

If you don’t stop and figure out where the fuck you’re going, you’ll end up falling into a ravine.    

While staring into your damp communicator screen, you sense an urgent tugging at the edge of your consciousness. That’s when you realize that you’re not alone in the woods. Someone is here with you. 

Although not as reliable as Mando’s thermal imaging, your telepathic abilities can detect sentience. And the strength of the connection is tied to proximity. So, while you can’t be sure where they are—they are close. A human. 

Their thoughts are full of violence.

You stand bolt upright, listening for a snap of twigs, the susurration of leaves—anything.

The air shifts behind you seconds before a muscular arm wraps around your throat. A hand grabs you firmly by the wrist before you can catch the knife at your belt. You feel the pressure of their fingers all the way through your flesh, down to the bones.

 “Aaaah!” you cry out in shock from the pain. 

Adrenaline surges through your body. Instinctively, you throw your head back, hoping to break your attacker’s nose. But he’s so tall you only slam against his chest. You twist and pull, trying to free yourself from his vice-like hold, before you realize who has you.  

“Miss Kasya?” The grip around your neck loosens as a deep chuckle erupts across the copse of trees. “What are you doing creeping around the woods in this tempest?” 

With roughly five thousand souls living in these mountains, the odds that you would walk straight into Johar Kessen are so absurdly low that this feels like some cruel trick of divine intervention.  

“I…I wanted to…visit the hot springs,” you stammer, remembering your alibi. “Nobody would join me.” 

Kessen releases you, taking a few steps back before he tilts his head to give you the once-over. He’s only ever seen you in coveralls, and now there’s a lot more on display. 

You’re wearing one of Humia’s long-sleeved tunics, but she’s nothing like your size and shape. The scooping neckline, which looked elegant on her, barely covers your nipples, and the sides creep up to your ribcage. After trudging through the rain for the better part of an hour, the fabric is plastered to your skin.

If he’s ever wondered what your tits look like under the thick canvas workwear…that’s no longer a mystery.

Johar’s hazel eyes linger over the bare jut of your hip, visible above your low-slung trousers, and travel upward to take in a substantial amount of cleavage. You’re still panting from your futile attempts at escape, breasts heaving with each ragged breath. 

"I got caught in the storm,” you gasp. 

All of Kessen’s violent intentions evaporated the moment he recognized you, but the upswell of raw, primal emotion remains surging through his bloodstream. It had simply changed, transforming to desire. He doesn’t bother disguising the warmth in his gaze or the interests clearly forming in his mind. 

“Why don’t you take my rain slicker,” he says, pulling the oilcloth over his head and handing it to you. When you hesitate, Kessen smiles kindly. “Please. Take it for my sake. So that I might make amends for the egregious behavior.”   

He’s being nice, right? The panic flooding your system had ebbed, but the fear was still there—sharper now that you can see his broad shoulders and the powerful muscles of his arms.

Kessen gives you a sidelong look. “Did I hurt you?” He reaches for your hand, and you watch him examine your wrist, looking for bruises. You give a quick shake of your head. Even if he did, the marks won’t show up yet.

One of his eyebrows lifts. Clearly, he’s picked up on the fact that you’re nervous. It seemed to amuse him. 

“Didn’t think a shy thing like you would be so bold as to hike through the forest all alone. There are bears out here, you know.”

Honestly, if given the choice, you’d have chosen the bear. Although bears didn’t typically offer up their rain gear. 

You might have been unfair to Johhar Kessen. He’s quite good-looking for a man in his fifties. Tall, maybe over six feet. His pants are buttoned around an almost impossibly tapered waist, which only exaggerate how thick his thighs are. And underneath the slicker, his shirt clings tightly to a well-defined chest. 

“But I can see you’re a smart girl,” he nods toward the knife at your belt. "You brought protection." 

You look down, surprised to find your fingers still gripping the handle. 

“That’s quite a blade,” he says. Rough stubble shadows his angular jawline, softening the sharp lines of his face.

There’s quite a lot of silver peppering his temples, but his strong brows remain black as charcoal. He narrows them in surprise, awaiting your response.

Right! The knife. Mando had given it to you. Shortsword might be a more apt description since the blade is about as long as your forearm.

“I use it for foraging.”

You sound breathless. Afraid. Would that encourage him to be gallant, or make it clear just how much power he holds over you? 

A knife this size is considered contraband. You would definitely be fired if he reports it. Some men like to use coercion to get their way. Putting you in a place where you say yes, because it feels like there’s no option to say no.

Instead, he nods with good humor, “I see. Good haul?”    

“Yes,” you reply. “Lots of mushrooms this time of year.” 

You don’t feel threatened exactly, but isn’t that the strategy of a predator? To wait until your defenses are lowered before they strike? You’re so far from the encampment that nobody would hear you scream. 

Or Kessen might be a perfectly nice guy, who obviously wanted to fuck you, but was happy to be polite about it. 

In the end, it really boils down to the fact that Johar Kessen is the kind of man who can take what he wants. And if he wanted to, he could easily overpower you. Someone once told you he goes out into the forest to hunt dirk-toothed tigers. Maybe bears? And while he isn’t carrying the same arsenal as the Mandalorian, what could you do to stop him? Kick him in the junk, and hope you outrun him. 

If he attacks, you can use your powers to defend yourself, but you don’t want to jeopardize the whole operation by killing the Tagge family bodyguard.  

So you decide to remove your hand from the knife. “Mads buys them from me. Likes to put them in his soup. But his knee’s been bothering him, so he can’t make it up the mountain anymore.”

“It can be dangerous out here,” Kessen says with a knowing smile.

Had he taken your fear as an insult? Maybe it was one. The way you’d been gripping the knife said plainly that you don't trust him. Nor should you. 

“Sorry for scaring you,” Kessen uses a gentler voice this time, one meant to soothe. “You’ll understand I mistook you for—” he extends his hands out, palms raised as though he has nothing to hide. 

“Like I said, you’re smart. You must be weighing whether I’m still a threat, so let me appeal to your sense of logic. If I intended to harm you, it would have happened then, when I got the jump on you.” 

You’re prideful to a fault, and a sizable part of your ego wants to make some rude retort about how you didn’t need him to tell you that—but it’s also very important that Johar Kessen believes you are nothing more than a sweet, naive woman wandering through the woods. And not, for example, the member of an insurgent paramilitary organization planning to overthrow and likely murder his boss. 

You flash him your most demure wide-eyed glance, blinking those long dark lashes in your best impression of Humia, and nod in agreement. “I know. I just…got frightened, is all.”

“And I’m sorry for that,” Kessen places a hand over his heart. “But I hope you’ll let me make amends. Please accept my offer to see you home safely as entirely honorable,” he extends an arm toward the speeder bike, grin widening.  

Oh, it’s a charming smile. You aren’t in any doubt that, under different circumstances, you’d let Johhar Kessen take you back to his bed. Or up against one of these trees. Doesn’t change the fact that it’ll never happen. 

Because fortunately, your poor impulse control is outweighed by a compelling sense of self-preservation.

“No, I don’t want to be an inconvenience,” you say in a last-ditch effort to get out of this.  

“Not at all,” he waves away your reluctance. “Was headed back myself. Just got a little sidetracked.”

To the man’s credit, Johar doesn’t use this as an opportunity to put his hands on you. He stands back, allowing you to climb onto the bike without assistance, and when he settles into his seat in front of you, there are no sleazy lines or prompting to ‘hold on tight.’

You don’t want to send any mixed messages, so you sit stiffly behind him on the speeder. Your grip on his sides is your only point of contact. But you can't deny his body feels good—firm and muscular underneath your fingers. 

And…wet? 

“Wait,” you lean forward and shout into his ear over the hum of the bike powering up. Then, raise a knee and swing your leg over the speeder to stand back on the ground.

“What is it?” he asks, puzzled.

“Lift up your shirt.” 

“Excuse me?” Kessen laughs.

“You know exactly what I'm talking about. Lift up your shirt,” you repeat firmly. “Please don’t make me ask a third time.”

“Funny, it didn’t sound like a request to me,” his words are tinged with annoyance, yet he pulls the hem of his shirt up nonetheless—grunting when the fabric sticks to the wound.

“I’m not sure if you noticed,” you let out an exasperated sigh. “But you appear to have been stabbed.”

********

Minutes later, you’re sitting on your heels, emptying the contents of your rucksack onto the forest floor, including a bag full of mushrooms. You weren’t lying about that.

“I’ve got a coagulant in my field kit,” you assure Kessen from over your shoulder.

“You carry a field kit?” His voice is teasing, but he sounds impressed. “Didn’t realize you were so intrepid.”

“Yes, I carry basic first aid,” you huff, narrowing your eyes at him. “Like any reasonable person hiking alone in the wilderness would. Now, come here.”

Kessen whistles. “Look at you, bossy britches.”

You can’t help laughing. “The only other person I’ve heard use the phrase ‘bossy britches’ is my grandmother.”

“Sounds like a very distinguished woman.” 

“She was a bigoted old shrew.”

“May she rest in peace,” and he flashes you another sly grin.

Okay, dial it down, slutty. A very mature and self-aware voice inside your brain reminds you that this flutter you’re feeling every time Joahr Kessen smiles or makes a joke is directly proportionate to your feeling of abandonment from the Mandalorian. 

Johar Kessen is an impressive specimen, and you do enjoy the banter—but he’s not the man you want.

The clarity of that voice is reassuring. Maybe this is…growth? 

The bodyguard walks over to you, still crouched on the ground. When you look up, his gaze snaps away hurriedly. Oh shit! You’d taken off the rain slicker and forgotten how low your neckline cuts across your breasts. Judging by the heated look on Kessen’s face, he’d clearly noticed.    

“I’ll clean the wound and wrap it,” you say, pulling on the latex gloves from your kit. “But you should see someone as soon as you’re back at the Tower.”

The Tower is what everyone called the sprawling residential building where all the executives and members of the Tagge family lived. A gleaming glass structure with balconies and rooftop gardens where the higher-ups wouldn’t have to worry about brushing up against any of the unsightly riffraff.

“I’m sure the Tagges keep very fancy doctors on call for their precious corpos,” you wink, veering dangerously close to flirting.  

Luckily, he doesn’t seem to notice. “I’ve had worse and walked it off. I’m sure this’ll be fine,” he mutters, unbuttoning his shirt. 

The fabric falls aside, exposing his powerful chest. Hunting tigers must be good exercise. Your gaze travels downward, admiring the sleek indentation of muscles and the line of dark hair that vanished under his waistband.

Dammit, he didn’t take off his shirt so that you could shamelessly gawk at him. Get to the task at hand! 

Kessen might hunt tigers, but this was no animal attack. He’d been stabbed in the side by someone intending to lance him in the kidney. They’d missed. Barely.

Your eyes snap up to his. “Johar, the wound is too deep to heal on its own. You need a doctor to drain the fluid from your abdomen and check for internal bleeding.” 

His hazel eyes meet your gaze, but it’s difficult to read his expression. You sense his deep apprehension and realize this went way beyond toxic masculine pride. This cannot be his first knife wound. He knew, same as you, how easily it would heal with proper medical attention. Bacta and Synthskin. He didn’t even have to foot the bill. 

No, there’s another reason Kessen didn’t want to be treated by the TaggeCo doctors.

“Seems you know a lot about stab wounds,” he says with a wry twist to his mouth.

Should you just tell him? Humia said your shared history in the Rebellion was the best approach to getting close to Kessen. Could this option achieve the same result? Turn him into an ally—without resorting to seduction.

There had been millions of medics in the Rebel Army. You have a different name, a different appearance, and a new identity. Maybe this could work?

“I was a medical officer with the infantry during the war,” you shrug as though it’s an unremarkable insight into your backstory. “So yes, I’m very familiar with combat injuries, and I’d prefer it if the Tagge’s bodyguard didn’t bleed out hours after I pulled a knife on him.” 

“My, my, my,” that wry little smirk plays at the corners of his lips. “Aren’t you full of surprises, Miss Kasya?”

You roll your eyes and slap the gauze bandage on a little harder than necessary. He winces, but you ignore it. “My friends call me Kas.”

“Now there," Johar leans forward to rest an elbow across one of his muscular thighs, looking like a tiger himself lounging against the bike. "I’m very grateful to be counted amongst your friends.” 

“And because we’re friends, Johar Kessen, I won’t ask who stabbed you. Or why you expected to be ambushed on your way home, but caught me instead. I won’t even ask why you refuse to see a doctor. What I will do, is warn you that if you don’t get some kind of medical attention, you’re putting yourself at serious risk of disability or death.”

Those hazel eyes turn suddenly cold. Calculating. He’s looking at you as if trying to see through you. 

Your gaze remains steady, but your hands tremble at your sides. Was it a mistake to call him out? He could kill you right here, toss your body into the river, and no one would know what happened until you washed up downstream.

Your heart starts to pound against your ribcage, waiting for his decision until that sharp stare grows warm with excitement.  

“What a blessing, then, to be such good friends that we can keep each other’s secrets.” Kessen arches an eyebrow and drops his gaze meaningfully to the knife at your belt. “Maybe as a favor to your friend, you’d consider offering me the aforementioned medical treatment since you seem to have some professional expertise in that area?” 

“I would,” you say honestly, relieved you won’t have to fight for your life. “But I don’t have the necessary supplies in my field kit.”

Revealing your abilities in order to heal him is absolutely out of the question.

Kessen swings his leg back over the bike. “Just so happens I know where we can get our hands on a whole stockpile.”

“I don’t work the residences. There’s no way I’ll get past the checkpoint.” You point to the transponder at your wrist only to remember that it’s wrapped in foil to block the signal. 

“Fuck,” you sigh, but Johar only laughs. That’s another firable offense he can wield against you. 

“We’re thick as thieves now, sweetheart.”

“Kas,” you correct him. “And I’m not sure I’m comfortable with this. If I get caught in the Tower, it would mean a lot of trouble for me. Maybe you can—”  

“You think I don’t know how to sneak a beautiful woman into my quarters?” 

That razor-sharp smile is as sly as a demon’s, and you have no doubt a lot of women have made a lot of very bad choices as a result of that grin. 

This is a good choice. A good opportunity. Humia had been sleeping her way into the employee residence halls. Johar is offering to get you into the executive tower. 

What had Humia said? The trick about intelligence work is you don’t know what information is crucial until it is…

“Come one,” Kessen says, patting the seat behind him. He can tell he’s won.

*****

Back at the compound, Johhar is immediately waived through the gate by a couple of security guards who nod smugly when they catch sight of you perched on the back of the bike. You regret not putting the raincoat back on. No, you know what, fuck them, and their entitled leering. Let them draw their base conclusions. 

They undoubtedly will. Especially after Kessen lifts you off the speeder and leaves his hands to linger on your waist. He leans close enough to whisper, “Just play along,” into your ear before reaching for your hand and raising it to his lips. 

His mouth is surprisingly soft on your skin. The tenderness of the kiss sends a thrill of heat up through your arm to singe your cheeks. You fight the urge to step back. Or smack him.

“Now they know you’re under my protection,” he says, laughing at the shocked look on your face. 

Point taken. That type of public display wasn’t wasted on casual encounters. He’s staking a claim. For better or worse, they would know you belong to Johar Kessen. Great. Just great.

What’s more shocking is how easy it is to sneak into the Tower. The side entrance he guides you toward is unlocked. A quick walk around an elegantly manicured garden, and you’re inside the building. 

No guards patrolling the hallways. No scanners, no keypads, no cameras. Accessing the service elevator doesn’t require a code or a card. You just step inside.

For some reason, the lack of security makes you extremely anxious—like you must be missing something. Any minute now, the lift would grind to a halt, and armed guards would pry open the doors to haul you off to some black site. You pick at your nails nervously, but everything remains calm and quiet. 

Looking up from your bloody cuticles, you notice the words ��Sky Bridge’ displayed on the operating panel next to the button for level seven. Of course! For them, it’s just a simple walk from the residence tower to the executive suites. No need to leave the climate-controlled bubble.

They did not subject themselves to the same protocols and surveillance demanded from the rest of you. It felt unsettling to navigate the world as though you were living inside a prison, so the rules didn't apply here. Not for them. They had total freedom of movement. While the cleaning crew can’t even travel between one floor to the next without swiping a keycard. 

This is how we get in, you realize, in a rush of exhilaration. If I can get Nito inside the Tower…

You look to the other side of the car, where Johar leans against the elevator’s glass walls, arms crossed over his chest. How deep was Kessen's loyalty to the Tagge family? Did he feel duty-bound, or was it merely a paycheck?

You’ll need to answer those questions before you entertain the possibility of using him to get inside the refinery's operation center on level nine. 

"What is it?" he asks, concern etching his face.

It's a relief to sense Kessen's emotions without a Beskar helmet to block your abilities. He's clearly hiding something, but his intentions toward you aren't malicious. This isn't some kind of trap. His concern is genuine. But being a decent person doesn't mean he's ready to rise up and overthrow his corporate overlords. The Rebellion ended five years ago, and this is where life had taken him. 

Working with Kessen might prove to be a dead end—or a complete disaster—which is why you need to focus on making the most of the opportunity right in front of you. 

"Just nervous," you sigh, looking down at your wet crumpled clothes. "I feel so conspicuous. Maybe I’ll change into something at the clinic. If there’s a spare uniform I can find."

Johar's eyes narrow, weighing you carefully. Ugh! This is exactly what you tried to tell Humia. Being evasive is not the same as being a good liar. Ten minutes into this, and he already knows you're up to something! 

The bodyguard cocks his head. "Might be a good precaution in case we run into anyone while we're in there." 

Thank you, goddess! Please show kindness to your dedicant and help me find a way to make this work.

Kessen leans his head back against the wall, chin tilted up. Your eyes trace the dark hairs trailing over the long column of his throat, where rough stubble turns to smooth skin above the collar of his shirt. 

He catches you staring at him, and a sly grin spreads across his face. Pushing off the wall with his shoulder, he approaches slowly. 

Careful what you wish for. 

Blessed mother…I didn’t mean like that!

You turn on the spot, standing with your nose practically pressed against the glass. This is a good plan! He can’t kiss you if you refuse to look at him. 

Your gaze focuses intently on the picturesque sight of the northern slopes as though you’ve been tasked with memorizing them. Ironically, it’s the same view you pause to admire at the end of your shift each day. 

Gods, was that only this morning? And, of course, the view is even more spectacular from this height. It’s an entirely different world up here. You’d never guess that thousands of people live in clapboard shacks without running water less than a mile away.

“They don’t even see us,” you shake your head.

“On the contrary,” Kessen says, standing directly behind you. “I see you most mornings.”

You hadn’t realized you’d spoken aloud. “What?” you ask, dumbfounded, before remembering that you aren’t supposed to turn your head to look at him.

He steps forward and points toward some spot in the distance. “I take this lift to the dining commons every morning at an ungodly hour to get breakfast. You stand right there—hell, you stand there for ages—just taking it all in. After a few days of noticing you, I thought to myself, who is this person so enamored by the natural world she would rather indulge in quiet contemplation than rush home to her waiting bed?”

Johars steps even closer—so close you can feel the warmth of his breath on the side of your face. “Then, a few days later, she sat across the Sabacc table from me and proved to be one of the most astute and, dare I say, ruthless players I have ever encountered.” 

He braces an arm against the wall above your head. 

Oh fuck, is he about to kiss you?

If Kessen declares his romantic intentions right now, that ointment will not go back into the tube. What’s the likelihood a man you barely know will be willing to help you take down an intergalactic conglomerate—let alone see you safely outside this building—after you tell him you’re ‘not interested’? Perhaps he’d settle for a vague ‘it’s complicated’?

You have a sneaking suspicion you’re going to find out in the next couple of hours.

The thing about being a slut is you’re not in the habit of turning people down. Sure, you know how to land an emphatic fuck off when necessary. But how do you string someone along? That’s not really a skill set you’ve cultivated. One quick lay and part as friends. That’s how it should be. 

Just keep staring off into the distance. Don’t give him the opportunity. 

But Johar Kessen has more to say, “It seems the universe keeps pulling us togeth—”

When the sound of the elevator chime fills the car, you swing out from under his arm and toward the opening doors.

He’s still chuckling when he catches up to you in the hallway. At least he’s handling the situation with good humor. What had Humia said? Some men like a challenge. Hopefully, things won’t turn nasty if and when he runs out of patience.

“You seem pretty confident that we’ll be able to get into the clinic without anyone noticing.”

“With all the staff off for the festival, this place has ground to a halt,” Kessen says. “All the uh, corpos—I believe is your preferred nomenclature—are either shut up in their rooms or getting drunk in the cantinas while they wait around to watch the ceremonial orgy.”

“It is not an orgy!” you exclaim, before lowering your voice to a disgruntled whisper. “That’s really offensive, Johar. Honatoka is one of the most sacred holidays for the Lakarani.”

“Which they observe by throwing a giant party around a bonfire in celebration of an ancient fertility ritual. What do you think is going to happen?” 

When you continue to glare at him, he adds, “Have you seen the carvings of the very curvy fish women and crocodile phalluses?” 

“So what, they’re all just going to sit around leering like voyeuristic sex tourists?”

Kessen arches an eyebrow suggestively. “I imagine some folks are hoping to do more than just watch.” 

You roll your eyes in disgust—then blush spectacularly. Kriffing hell! Didn’t you suggest Serenio and Davik go to the bonfire? 

“Okay, some people will be celebrating the solstice by having sex under the moonlight, which I’m sure is very…” he tilts his head, eagerly awaiting your answer. “Mystical….But it’s not just an orgy. Calling it an orgy is very crude and reductive.”

Gods in heaven, why do you keep talking about orgies. Aren’t you trying to steer the conversation away from that particular subject area?

“You’re right,” he concedes. “They also make those delightful little cakes.”

“Oh! I fucking love those cakes,” you moan. “With the sugared blossoms? I’ve eaten like five of them a day since I got here.”

Some wave of raw emotion crosses Kessen’s face. His gaze grows so heated you have to look away. Staring adamantly at the floor, you don’t look up in time to catch yourself from bumping into him when he stops in front of the dark and empty medical offices.

“How are we going to—”

“Give me that gigantic knife you carry for some reason that has nothing to do with mushrooms.”

You retrieve the knife from its hiding place inside your rucksack. The guards at the entry gate had made no attempt to search your bag. Was that because you came in with Kessen or because corpos living in the Tower don’t submit to searches? You add that to your mental list of need-to-know questions.

Johar wedges the blade between the doors until there’s enough room for his fingers to find purchase. Then he pulls them open with his bare hands. And, in all honesty, it’s very impressive witnessing the taut muscles of his forearms and shoulders in action. You sneak glances out of the corner of your eye so he won’t catch you staring again. 

“After you,” he says triumphantly.

At this point, you don’t trust yourself to speak, so you simply duck under his arms and squeeze yourself through the gap between the doors. Your breasts ache from being crushed against the rigid metal, but thankfully some higher power is listening to your prayers because your neckline remains intact with both nipples still inside your shirt.

Sensors pick up your movements, and soon, a halo of brilliant white light illuminates the clinic. Machines and equipment begin to stutter into life.

Fortunately, every corporate medical facility in the galaxy is designed with exactly the same layout. You grab a surgical tray and begin gathering all the necessary tools and treatments. The combination for the pharmaceutical cabinet is conveniently scribbled onto a notepad fixed to the locker door. 

You have to stop yourself from sliding the entire shelf of Bacta into your rucksack. Too many Lakarani died of cholera and dysentery while these neatly stacked vials of lifesaving medicine sat untouched. Would a handful of missing vials go unnoticed? No one seems overly concerned about inventory control around here.     

Ahaa! As you suspected, there’s a closet full of crisply folded uniforms. You hastily close yourself inside, so Kessen won’t see you stuffing the scrubs and lab coats into your bag. Or sneak a glimpse of you naked when you change into the dark blue smock and tapered pants worn by the TaggeCo medical staff.

“Quite the transformation,” he says, taking in your altered appearance. Maybe it’s muscle memory, but you carry yourself differently when you're in uniform. It’s like your body remembers—ah yes, this is what I’m supposed to be doing. 

Practicing medicine is the only thing you’re actually any good at. But you’re trying to find another way to help people. Though admittedly, spycraft doesn’t feel quite so intuitive. 

“Got what you need?” Johar asks. When you nod in confirmation, he claps his hands together. “Good, we can head back to my rooms.”

You freeze on the spot.

Kessen’s quarters are located on the top floor. There’s a nervous knot twisting in your stomach at the thought of being alone with him inside the apartment. So far, he’s been a perfect gentleman, but a man’s behavior can change rather dramatically once a bed is within eyesight. 

Plus, all the orgy talk? 

You grab a stool and plant yourself next to the nearest exam table.

“Shirt off,” you order briskly. “Sit down.”

“You’re very imperious when you’re being the doctor.” 

“I find it’s helpful when dealing with stoic warrior types who think any injury short of a missing limb is something they can walk off.”

He chuckles before removing his shirt, wincing when his arms reach over his head. “Suppose you’d know all about us stoic warrior types. What unit did you serve in?” 

You had wondered when Johar would circle back around to that topic of conversation.

“Fifty-second mobile infantry,” you say, unable to recall the last time you shared that with someone who had a clue what it meant. “Third battalion.” 

Eeesh, what is that weight compressing your chest? Like iron bands around your ribcage. Like you can’t take a full breath. It’s been a while since you’ve talked about the war.

“Echo Company?” Kessen whistles between his teeth. “That’s a lot of active combat duty.”

You try to regain your focus on queuing up the correct diagnostic scans. 

“It felt pretty unending at the time,” you say in a voice that doesn’t sound like your own. “I heard you served with special forces.”

“Well, now,” he says delightedly, ignoring the high-pitched chirping from the diagnostic sensor. “I didn’t realize you had been asking after me?”

“When you spend ten hours mopping down surfaces each day, there’s a lot of gossip that gets thrown into the maw of girl talk.”

“Guess I’m not surprised,” the bodyguard settles onto the exam table, resigning himself to his fate. “That Belen’s a real talker. Could probably park a starship in her mouth if she kept it still long enough. I do hope she cast me in the most heroic light possible?”

You arch your brow questioningly while you prep the medical adhesive, “Oh, she only implied that you lead some elite commando team. Instrumental to the war effort, of course.” 

“You’re telling me Belen failed to mention the part where we faced off against Vader’s troopers on Reytha? That’s the most valiant part of the story. A room full of ladies rapt with attention, and she fails to mention my most notorious exploits.” Kessen shakes his head with sincere disappointment. “And she’s a cheat! She slips cards into the deck. I’ve seen her do it.”

“Isn’t that the best and worst thing about Sabacc? You don’t have to win fair. You only have to win. And who’s going to call her out when we’re playing for coins? I’m surprised you join us in the public hall. I’d have thought you went in for high-stakes games.”

The bodyguard flashes another of those sly grins. “I enjoy the company.”

His approval, his attraction, and his sheer fascination were all apparent in those wonderfully seductive eyes. The look he gives you is so full of yearning that you have to force yourself to look away, and nearly drop the syringe of adhesive. 

“No signs of internal bleeding, and the scans didn’t detect any peritonitis…but I’ll do a physical exam to be sure before I seal the wound. Then, you should be good to go.”

You take a deep, steadying breath and place your hands over his lower back. Once the gauze bandage is removed, he gasps at the sting of antiseptic on his exposed wound. The man’s skin is already angry and puckered. 

“Can you lay down on your side, please? If I press on anything and you feel a sharp pain, tell me.” 

You use your fingers to push down on the sleek muscles stretched across his stomach and the bowl of his hips, trying to focus on possible injuries. If there’s a puncture in his intestines, the infection could be fatal. 

Unfortunately, that meant focusing very hard on his remarkably well-defined body, and this did not make the job any easier. 

Johar inhales sharply when your fingers press into the muscle near his groin. “Did that hurt?”

“No.” The bodyguard’s voice is clipped.

“Do you feel any pressure or swelling building where I’ve touched you?”

". . . ?"

Fucking hell! That was not meant to sound so suggestive. You, of all people, would ordinarily love to see someone blush and squirm—but this is not the time for that! 

The look of urgent longing crosses his face again. Kessen sits up suddenly and reaches for your hand. You’re glad to have the gloves on. And the lab coat. 

You can feel his consciousness tugging at you. It was easy enough to deny with that brief brush of his lips against your knuckles. But what if he grabbed you? Held your face in his hand? Removed your clothing and pressed himself against you?

This feels so dangerous. What if your shield doesn’t hold, and he senses your presence inside his mind? 

“Are you asking me what it feels like when you touch me?” 

You could sense his growing arousal, but now it came upon him with insistent, throbbing demand. His fingers close around your wrist, eyes locked on yours, searching for permission. 

You want to pull back. This is all happening so fast, like tumbling over a waterfall—

“Kessen?!” 

Johar leaps up from the table and uses his grip on your wrist to pull you behind him. He retrieves the knife from his waistband and holds it out in front of him.

“Whoa!” The intruder holds his hands up. The man is dressed in the same uniform as the security guards at the entry gate. “Just doing my rounds, and I saw the lights on. Damn, Kessen, you look like shit.”

Johar lowers the knife and lets go of your wrist. 

“What happened to you? Did you get mugged in Palmal? That place isn’t safe, Kessen, even for you.”  

“Got thrown from my bike. The doctor here was kind enough to let me in.”

You exchange a quick glance, before nodding. “My pleasure. I’ll be here all afternoon finishing up some lab work.”  

“How is he Doc?’

“Nnngh!” Kessen groans when you inject the adhesive into the wound and slap on the bandage.

“He’ll be fine.” You offer the guard a humorless smile. “Now, if you gentlemen don’t mind, I need to get back to those cultures. Can I trust you both to see yourselves out?” 

If Johar is confused or concerned about your improvisation, he doesn’t let it show. 

“Sure thing, doctor. We’ll get out of your hair.” 

You hand him back his shirt with diffident professionalism.

“I hope to see you at the bonfire later?” he says. “Perhaps we’ll cross paths again under the moonlight.”

The guard looks between you, clearly impressed with the audacity of Kessen’s blatant proposition. 

“Perhaps,” you respond in a crisp voice over your shoulder as you head toward the clinic’s laboratory.

Your knees turn to water, and you slide down the back of the door as soon as it closes behind you. Okay. It's okay. You're okay. This will all be okay. All you have to do is figure out how to get the fuck out of here before he comes back. 

*****

A/N: Mando will return in the next episode!!!

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[halokarii]

/// BSD Spoilers up to Ch. 110

So I realized something interesting about the teaser for the next episode of the anime: Dazai getting shot by Chuuya is very explicitly shown in the preview.

At first I thought "Oh yeah they just wanted fans to know that we'd be getting to chapter 109 in this episode already". But then I realized that it's actually super weird that they would "spoil" the big twist (Dazai's potential death) in the teaser already. That feels a little bit like if had chosen to show a clip of Chuuya drowning in episode eight (which they obviously didn't - it was supposed to be The Big Thing of that episode, it was meant to shock anime-only fans and leave them with a cliff hanger that would have them come back the following week). So why did they make the decision to show (what one would assume) The Big Thing of episode 10?

And it's not even a subtle hint that only manga readers would pick up on. We flat-out see Chuuya shoot Dazai in the head in 4K colorized version.

People have theorized that episode 11 would actually wrap up this arc by showing unreleased manga chapters, which is a theory I'm inclined to support (what's the alternative? Storm Bringer crammed into 20minutes? Chapter 110 but it's just Aya falling for 15 minutes? A beach episode?).

However, one twenty-minute episode feels way to short for wrapping up an arc as big as this. We literally have four different POVs to follow simultaneously - five if you count SKK and Fyodor/Sigma in Mersault as seperate POVs. Half of the cast is currently bleeding out somewhere. So we'd have to assume that the last episode is gonna be significantly longer (probably fourty minutes, if you want a more or less clean wrap up off all the loose ends). Which in turn leaves us with the question - why not just do an episode 12 and thus bring this season to a standard BSD length?

But let's assume this issue gets fixed somehow.

Narratively I think it would make sense to leave episode 10 with the absolute lowest point of our protagonists. Which I guess you could say it does but that leaves 110 and Aya's little Beastzai moment out. It would be odd to start the episode with Aya jumping because her POV needs to be the first one resolved (since Bram controls the vampirism). It also wouldn't fit with the assumed episode's theme of regaining the upper hand in the battle/ with things looking better for our protagonists.

In conclusion, episode 10 will likely feature Aya's jump as The Big Thing for anime-onlys to be shocked about and in episode 11 we'll get unreleased content and the big finale of this arc.

Is this a theory I personally like? Not really because it leaves the possibility of an incredibly rushed ending to this overall fairly good arc. It would also take away at least a couple of months' excitement for new manga chapters away since these would already be featured in the anime.

But I think it is the best option we are left with. Unless Bones pulls a Haha Jk on us and there is no 11th episode.

I don't usually post rambles like these and my thoughts are probably all over the place so forgive me if this is too confusing T_T

[fuckmymunson]

could you write an angst thing where reader finds out sirius only started dating her for a bet but she doesn’t take him back? like he admits to what happened and says he actually ended up falling for her but she decides to leave him anyways? idk it just pisses me off when the reader is so forgiving like i would never recover from that 💀

Liss is my Hufflepuff OC, lol. Hope you like it! Thanks for the ask♡.

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When you woke up that morning, you didn't have any plans to eavesdrop on your two best friends' conversation.

It just sort of happened.

The long, old and dusty tapestry covered your entire figure, from head to toe. A clammy hand was pressed against your mouth, as you listened to a conversation that was supposed to be private. The worn material was see-through enough to let you figure out who was who, and if their voices weren't enough, you recognized the yellow and red jumpers.

“Please tell me you are joking, Lilly. Please.”

“Liss, you can’t say a thing, less to y/n.”

Your stomach twisted in anxiety; They were hiding something, a secret.

“Lilly,” Liss spoke again, she was mad, you could always figure it out by how her accent deepened. “This isn't fair.”

“I know it isn't.” Lilly agreed with her, mirroring the other girl's frustration. “I overheard it from a conversation between James and Sirius.”

Your stomach made another painful jolt at those words, your boyfriend, Sirius, was hiding something, and not only your two best friends know, James, Lilly’s boyfriend, knew too. The loud click of the clock hung up on the stone wall was all you could hear for a few minutes, minutes that felt like hours.

“I'm going to tell her,” Liss said, scoffing loudly. “This farce needs to stop.”

“Hey!” Lilly grabbed her hand before the Hufflepuff girl could walk away. “Believe me, there’s nothing more I want than to tell her what's going on.”

“And then?!”

“It's not our responsibility, Liss.”

“But as her best friends—”

“Liss! Sirius is the one who needs to be sincere about this!”

So he was hiding something. The nauseous feeling only gained weight inside your stomach, all the way to your chest. Your lungs struggled for air, the whole hallway felt suffocating, and you could taste the vomit in your mouth.

“He’s not going to! He’s going to keep lying to her! Because that's what he's been doing the past three months!” Liss practically shouted.

Three months, three months ago Sirius asked you on a date.

Three months ago he kissed you next to Blake Lake.

Three months ago he asked you to be his girlfriend.

“What do you want us to do then?” It was Lilly’s turn to shout, swinging her hands in the air.

“For Helga’s sake, for being Head Girl you are such an idiot! We have to tell her Sirius is only dating her over a stupid bet he had with the boys! I don't give a fuck if it’s not our responsibility! She’s our best friend!”

And with those three words, your whole world shattered, just like your heart.

Over a bet.

One of them stormed away, quickly followed by the other, but it didn't matter much, all you could think about was those three words.

Over a bet.

You released a breath you didn't know you were holding. The world felt distant as if someone used a spell to stop time, even the seconds felt slow; The tears were silent but the thoughts inside your head were messy and loud. The anxiety, the shock, the anger, the sadness, everything was mixed, combined into this big, green monster that threatened your satiny.

With shaky steps, you walked towards Gryffindor’s common room, knowing that's where your beloved boyfriend was going to be. And he was, leaning against the stairs as he talked with Remus.

“So I told Prongs— Oh hey, doll.” He smiled the second he looked at you, a smile that faded when he noticed your teary cheeks, your puffy eyes, and how you carried your broken heart in the palm of your hand. “What's wrong babe?”

He sounded worried, but you knew better. It was a lie, just like everything else had been, for the past three months.

Remus gasped in shock when your hand collided with Sirius's pale cheek. The whole world froze again, but this time the sadness and anxiety were far gone, there was only anger.

“What the fuck—” Sirius started, but you quickly stopped him, pushing him. You were never the one for violence, but this time it just felt right.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You asked through hiccups. “A bet? That's all I am?”

His grey eyes melted, you could read the guilt, but it was fake, it had to be, just like his love was, fake. Everything was fake. All the kisses, all the dates, all the late-night conversations, everything.

“I—” He said, stuttering, glancing up at you with his doe, breathtaking eyes. “I'm sorry.”

“I'm sorry.” He repeated, biting his lip.

“Over a bet.” You hissed, nostrils fluttering with rage. “And for what? To boost your pathetic ego? To prove you can pull every girl you want?”

“I didn't—” Sirius choked, with his own words, with his lies. “I tried to call down the bet, I promise.” He promised, just like he promised he loved you on your second date, holding your hand, stargazing. “I tried to when I realized I was falling in love with you.”

In love, those sweet words only fueled your anger.

Remus, who looked beyond embarrassed, stepped away, slowly, silently.

“And you.” Your attention was now on the tall boy, and he shrunk in his place. “You knew. You fucking knew!”

“I'm sorry,” Remus muttered, blushing, even the tip of his ears were crimson. “I tried to talk to them about how wrong it was—”

“Save it for later.” You snapped, flipping him off. “I wouldn't be surprised if you started dating Liss over a bet too.”

His honey eyes widened at your words. “N—no!” He replied, shaking his head. “I promise!”

“Sweetheart, please,” Sirius spoke again, diverting your attention from Remus who used it as an opportunity to run away from the catastrophe.

“Don't call me that!” The tears made their way again down your cheeks. “Don't ever speak to me again.”

“y/n, please.” Sirius pleaded, standing up. “I love you, I do. I know it was wrong, I know it shouldn't have done that.” He continued, word after word, he rambled, about how much he loved you, about how hard he fell for you, about how special you were.

“I love you.”

He was crying. The tears were like shiny diamonds, staining the marble stairs.

“I love you.” He whispered again, as the remorse and shame coated him.

Sirius shouted your name, as you walked away, away from him, from his love, from his lies. Back facing the man who fooled you. You heard his pleas, his promises, but those were lies too.

Your first relationship was over, dramatically, it even felt like a novel. That night, you laid in bed, safely wrapped under your duvet, crying your heart out, over a bet, over what could've been.

[leviathans-watching]

Hi hope you are having a good day, Could I request the brothers having an argument with MC and they accidentally say something hurtful towards the MC? If your ok with writing something like this? Thank you and love your writing cant wait to read more!💖

the brothers hurting your feelings

includes: the brothers x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .8k | rated t | m.list

warnings: fighting/arguing, hurt feelings (nothing specific)

a/n: thank you and thank you for requesting! this was a little bittersweet to write but i loved it anyway. my inbox is open to chat or req so feel free to drop something in it!

hello, i am once again asking for reblogs

➳ lucifer knows he’s gone too far the moment the words leave his moth. he watches, unable to do anything as he watches you rear back, mouth falling open in shock. “wait!” he finally manages, stretching a hand out to you. “i’m sorry. please, i didn’t mean it!” he feels sick to his stomach. he’s managed to hurt the one person he’s sworn he wouldn't, and watching your eyes fill with tears is a special kind of hell. but, against all odds, you wait, willing even then to let him apologize, proving once again that you are so much more than he deserves.

➳ mammon lets the words hang in the air, too frustrated to take them back right away. he knows he’s gone too far, knows he crossed the line the both of you tried not to cross, but at the moment he doesn’t know how to undo what he just did, doesn’t know how to begin to apologize. communication’s never been his strong suit, not even when he was an angel, and he can’t blame you for walking away from the argument, locking yourself in your room. it’s not long before he's in motion, scrambling to get you flowers or something, but when he presents them to you, head hung in shame, he’s startled by your tearful laugh. “i don’t care about gifts, you idiot! i just wanted an apology!” that’s something he can do, at least.

➳ levi pales, hating himself in that moment. he’s a big jerk when he’s upset- he knows this, and you know this, but he always tries his best to make up for it right away. and this time is no different. he hastily stutters out an apology, more than one, actually, pleading with you to understand. even though you forgive him, you still want a little time, which he agrees to, immediately working to get supplies for a better apology, planning to make it up to you lavishly.

➳ satan hits where it hurts, knowing exactly what to say to make you feel bad. he just wants you to feel as bad as he does. he knows what’s he’s done isn’t right, knows he’s potentially destroying your relationship, but he can’t stop, not when he feels so angry. even though you’re so clearly and obviously hurt, you still try to responsibly separate yourself from the situation (and him), his warning that he might go too far when you fight ringing in your ears. later, after some time has passed he comes to you, wringing his hands as he works through his long and thorough apology speech.

➳ asmo is good at making his words into honeyed poison, good at twisting the true meaning behind his insults into something deceptively sweeter, but you’ve always been able to see through him, and this time is no different. you bite your lip to keep from responding, walking away from the fight, and as soon as you're out of the room asmo’s working on fixing his mistakes, filling the tub for you and pulling all of his nicest spa stuff out, lining it up on the counter for you. he brings you to it, almost unable to meet your eyes, and tells you he’ll understand if you want to do it all alone without him, and to totally go ahead and do that.

➳ beel rarely lets your petty arguments spiral into something more, so when they do, both of you tend to go a bit overboard, not used to yelling at each other. this means the boundaries can get a bit blurred, so when he crosses them neither of you knows what to do. he quickly does what he knows how to do best, cooking all of your favorite things and presenting them to you, looking like a kicked puppy. he feels awful, and his anger had faded as quickly as it had come, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. it's a testament to how bad he feels about the situation when he turns down a bite of food you offer him, insisting it’s all for you.

➳ belphie watches you walk out, regret twisting in his gut. he doesn’t know how to apologize, doesn't;t know how to take back what he just said, and it hurts. he almost revels in how bad he feels, knowing he deserves it, trying desperately to convince himself to just apologize to you. he can’t, though, and so the day turns to night, and for once, he can’t sleep. he thinks a walk might help, deciding to head to the planetarium. you’re already there, though, and even though he still can’t find the words, he sits down next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, and it’s enough for now.

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[jungwonenthusiast]

nonvirgin!jay and inoccent virgin!femreader just making out while reader is sitting on jay's lap and they end up getting horny and they end up doing it. you can add more things if you want, I trust you

A/N: I’m kind of a sucker for the “taking the readers virginity” concept so forgive me if i get carried away lol (also forgive me if i played too much into the “innocent” concept, ik that its unrealistic but its just for funzies lol)

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f recieving), fingering (f recieving), slight corruption kink, pretty vanilla i think

Word count: 1.8 k

You watch Jay type away on his laptop at his desk. You notice the muscles shifting under his shirt every time he reaches for a sip of water.

You guys never went further than making out and for a while you were fine and happy with that, but these days you’re finding it harder and harder not to tug his shirt off and push him onto the bed.

“Hi baby,” Jay says as you sit sideways on his lap. “What’s up.”

“Are you done yet?” you ask.

“Almost,” he kisses your cheek. He’s studying for an exam he has next week. “What were you doing?”

“Nothing,” you groan.

He chuckles. “We can hang out for a bit but then I have to go back to working, okay?”

You smile and peck him on the lips. Then again, and again, and again until your mouths are parting and his tongue is against yours. He adjusts you so that you’re straddling him in his desk chair. His hands warm and comfortable on your waist. He’s never touched you anywhere other than ur head, arms, legs, and waist, and right now you want something more. You take his hand and trail it up to your chest. He smiles into the kiss.

You can tell that he’s surprised and nervous judging from how gentle his hand is on you. But after a few minutes he begins to indulge in this new privilege and softly massaging you as you let out small moans.

You pull away from him. “Do you wanna- go to the bed?” you ask.

“Of course.” he chuckles and carries you to the mattress.

He lays you down gently before climbing on top of you.

You pull him in for another kiss.

He nudges his knee between your thighs and you can’t help but rock your hips against him. He notices and it gives him an instant hard on.

“Jay,” you exhale.

“Mhm?” he asks, peppering kisses down your throat.

“I wanna uhm- do it?” you say unsurely, giggling.

“Really?” he looks at you, wide eyed and you nod. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” you say sheepishly, not making eye contact.

He smirks and goes back to kissing your neck, now with tongue. You feel his hands travel up your sweatshirt (his sweatshirt actually) and you take a deep breath, trying not to whimper from his gentle touch.

His hands move to grope your chest and he pinches your sensitive nipples lightly. You whine and squirm underneath him.

“Do you need something?” he asks and you feel blood rush to your cheeks.

“Yeah,” you say quietly.

“What is it sweetheart?” he kisses your forehead. “Don’t be shy.”

“Touch me please.” you say into his neck, not able to look at him.

“Good girl,” he says before slowly sliding his fingers down down down into your underwear.

You twitch right away.

“Have you never..?” he asks and you blush.

“I have, but I’ve never...finished.” you say sheepishly.

He nods. "Let's change that shall we?"

He kisses your jaw before gently circling your clit. You grip at his forearm and he smirks.

“You’re doing so good.” he coos before kissing you softly.

He pushes your hoodie up and wastes no time to get to kissing your chest, running his tongue over your nipples.

You whimper and grind your hips against his fingers. “More.”

Soon all of your clothes are on his bedroom floor. He pulls away to admire your figure but you can’t help you try to cover up. He doesn’t try to pull your arms away though he just comes up to you and says: “You know how beautiful you are right?”

You turn your head away from him, blushing. “Shut up.”

He chuckles and kisses your shoulder. “Really though, you’re hot as fuck.”

Your eyes widen. No one has ever called you that before. You usually get “cute” or “pretty”, never hot.

He plants kisses from your shoulder to your lower stomach, stopping every now and then to give you a hickey. You’re already gripping at the duvet by the time he gets to your hips. You writhe, not being able to stand the burning between your legs.

“Patience baby,” he kisses your inner thigh. “It’ll feel better if you wait.”

He sucks hickies on your soft flesh and you can literally feel yourself dripping.

“Please,” you beg. “I need it.”

He smirks before opening his mouth, getting nearly all of your cunt on his tongue. Your knees instantly snap around his head but he’s quick to push them back open, keeping you spread and pretty for him.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, your fingers lacing through his black hair. It’s new; not being able to control your pleasure, but at the same time, that’s what made it so good.

He pushes his tongue into you before circling it around your clit. “Fuck, you taste good.” he growls.

Your hips twitch as he works his tongue against you and you whimper.

He pulls away to slowly push a finger into you. You whine and grip at his forearm.

“You okay?” he asks before kissing you, letting you taste yourself. You nod, getting used to the foreign feeling.

“One more.” you say and he graciously obeys.

Your head falls back as he stretches you out.

“So wet.” he whispers while massaging your chest with his free hand. “You’re taking my fingers so well.” he purrs while pushing up on your sweet spot.

He rests the base of his palm against your clit, letting you grind against him.

You start to feel a strange sensation in your stomach. “Fuck,” you moan. “I can’t I can’t.”

“It’s okay baby,” he kisses your cheek. “Just feel it.”

Your grip on his arm tightens as you start to get closer and closer.

“You can do it,” he whispers. “Be good.”

Your legs begin to tremble and before you know it, your orgasm crashes over you like a big, cold, wave. Your eyes close shut and your mouth parts as you whimper softly.

He kisses your cheeks while slowly pumping his fingers into you.

“You did so good,” he says. “How was it?”

“Really good,” you exhale with a giggle. You shut your legs. “I’m embarrassed now~”

“Why?” he chuckles.

You cover your face with your hands. “You just saw me do that.”

“So? I wanted to,” he kisses you softly. “And it was really hot.”

He pulls his fingers out of you and slips them into his mouth. Your eyes widen. He smirks. “You taste too good.”

Good god he’s hot, you think. You kiss him hard. “Fuck me please.”

It only takes seconds for his jeans to be unzipped and his shirt to be on the floor.

He teases your clit with his tip before slowly pushing into you, stopping every couple of seconds to help you adjust.

You don’t struggle much considering how wet and worked up you are.

He kisses your jaw. “Ready?”

“Mhm,” you nod with excitement.

He gives you a sweet kiss before thrusting into you, hitting your g spot every time.

You cling onto his back, overwhelmed by the pleasure.

“You’re so wet,” he growls. “I never knew that my sweet girl would want to be ruined like this.”

You shy away from him but he holds your face.

“Don’t be shy sweetheart.”

You nuzzle into his neck. “Harder.”

He smirks before grabbing the headboard and pounding into you. You let out a loud whine and it’s music to his ears.

“Look how good you take it.” he caresses your hair. “My precious baby.”

“You feel so good.” you whimper. “How does it feel so good?”

He chuckles lightly, amused by your confusion.

“Maybe it’s because we’re meant for eachother.” he says and you giggle.

You wonder if anyone else knows how sweet he is. His heart must be made of honey.

You mewl under him, grabbing onto everything you can reach out of desperation.

“Touch yourself.” he says and your eyes go wide. “You heard me, I wanna watch you.”

You shyly trail your fingers down to your clit. He places his hand on top of yours for a moment to get it moving.

You moan as the feeling of his cock inside of you and your fingers on your clit begin to combine.

“Oh my god don’t stop,” you beg as he grinds his hips into yours.

He wouldn’t even dream of stopping. The way your eyebrows are furrowing, your mouth is parting, and your smooth skin under his hands is enough to drive him insane. He’s basically drunk on you. He could do this all day.

“I love you.” you whisper and he kisses your jaw.

“I love you too sweetheart.”

He continues to ruthlessly snap his hips against yours.

“Such good pussy,” he says to himself.

“Jay,” you whisper, barely being able to speak. Your legs are trembling and your hips are starting to twist.

“Cum for me baby,” he encourages you. “Make me proud.”

He watches as you come undone. Your eyes rolling back, your back arching, all of it. It’s enough to send him over the edge.

He groans into your neck as your cunt pulses around him. You hold onto him tight, still in shock from the orgasm he gave you.

He kisses your collarbone and rubs your waist. “Good girl.” he says before kissing your forehead.

He pulls out and quickly rushes to get a towel to clean you up.

Comfortable silence wafts by as he does so.

“What am I supposed to say now?” you joke and he laughs.

“Usually you just say ‘you were so good’ or something like that.”

You frown. “I don’t wanna be reminded that you’ve had sex with other people before.”

“Why? Does it make you jealous?” he teases.

“A little.” you roll your eyes.

“Okay this will be my first time from now on.” he says and you giggle.

“We just lost our virginities dude.”

“Sick right?” he plops down beside you and gives you a fist bump.

[storiesforallfandoms]

his domination ~ the joker;dceu

word count: 1660

request?: yes!

“Can you write a Joker/Reader fic where the reader is the only person allowed to dominate the Joker? Very smutty please.”

description: in which gotham’s most feared villain prefers to be dominated by his beautiful girlfriend

pairing: joker x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut, mentions of violence

masterlist (one, two)

it wasn’t specified which joker was wanted for the imagine so i wrote the one i knew best...but like...the good version of it

There was something about watching Joker being so dominant with others that turned you on, especially knowing that the roles would be reversed when you two finally got some privacy.

There was some sad sack down on his knees, begging Joker for forgiveness. For what reason, you couldn’t remember. There were too many people who were afraid of him to keep track of all the reasons why. Whatever the case, Joker was merely laughing in this face of this man, who was now weeping at Joker’s feet.

“Oh, how I love to hear them beg,” Joker said to you over his shoulder.

You smirked at him in response as he raised his gun and shot the man right between the eyes. He watched as the man’s body fell before turning back to you and wrapping an arm around your waist. He began kissing you deeply, ignoring the two of his men that were standing nearby, waiting for an order. If there was one thing that turned Joker on, it was exercising the power he had over the people of Gotham.

When he finally pulled away from you, he regarded his men with a simple wave of his hand towards the lifeless body in front of them. His men began to approach the body while Joker took you in his arms and began to lead you towards his car. He didn’t even wait to take you somewhere more private as he opened the backdoor to his car and shoved you back onto the seat. His men were quick to dispose of the body so they could leave the scene, knowing to give Joker as space when he wanted alone time with you.

The cramped space of the backseat gave Joker more opportunity to be close to you, to touch your body all over and to attack your neck in kisses and bites. Your eyes were rolling back in your head with pleasure as you arched your back against his body.

You peaked out through the front windshield to see that Joker’s henchmen had cleared away the body and drove off in record time, leaving the two of you alone. In one swift movement, you wrapped your legs around Joker and flipped the two of you over so you were on top. You started to mimic his earlier actions by kissing down his neck, your hands roughly pulling at his clothes so you could continue to kiss down his naked body.

Joker’s big secret that stayed strictly between the two of you was that he only allowed one person to be dominant over him, and that person was you. It had shocked you at first when Joker let you be the dominant one in the bedroom. You thought it was just a one time thing, or maybe he was feeling generous. But then he was asking for it the next time you had sex, then he started using dominant pet names for you and would beg you to let him be inside of you.

It made you feel powerful to be the one that left Gotham’s most feared villain a begging mess beneath you.

You pulled his shirt off and began unbuttoning his pants, palming his growing erection in your hand as you kissed him through his boxers. His hand weaved its way through your hair as you began to kiss him through his boxers, just lightly enough that he could feel it and tease him even more.

“Up,” you told him as your hands found their way to the waistline of his boxers. He moved his hips so you could slip his underwear down and discarded them to the front seat somewhere.

Joker whimpered as you began to kitten lick the tip of his hard dick. It was taking everything in his power not to push your head down, as he knew you would stop if he tried, but he wanted you so bad. He was so painfully erect he felt like he could burst at any moment, even from your limited touch.

You could feel his restraint as his hand tightened in your hair. You couldn’t help but smirk to yourself as you looked up at him from your position. “What do you want, baby?”

“I want to feel your mouth around me,” he breathed, his hips inadvertently bucking as you licked him again.

“Ask me nicely then, baby.”

“Please can you put my dick in your mouth?”

You rested his tip against your lips, kissing it to tease him even more. “You’re missing something there.”

“Pretty please, my queen?”

You smiled and took him deep into your throat. He let out a moan as his head lulled back. You began to bob your head at a steady pace, placing your tongue under his length as you did so so that he could feel it on every inch that it could reach. Every now and then you’d stop to swirl your tongue around the head, which earned you more moans and whimpers.

Although the pleasure was starting to build up inside of him, Joker knew better than to finish in your mouth. He knew how much you loved to feel him inside of you, to feel him coating your walls with his seed as he twitched and convulsed inside of you. But your mouth felt so good around him that it was getting hard to hold back.

“Fuck my queen, please slow down,” he begged. “I’m going to cum at this rate.”

You pulled his dick from your mouth, a line of spit trailing from the tip to your mouth as you did so. He wiped it with his thumb before you began to crawl up his body, leaving wet kisses and red marks that would become hickies within a few hours up his body. You kissed him passionately, letting him taste himself on your tongue.

“Do you want me to ride you, baby?” you asked against his lips. “You wanna feel me wrapped around that hard dick as I ride you?”

He nodded, trying to find the words to ask but feeling them caught in his throat. You smirked as you took hold of his face, squeezing it just a little.

“Use your words.”

“Yes, my queen. I want you to ride me.”

“Ask me nicely then.”

“Fuck, can you pretty pretty please ride me, my queen?. Use me to get whatever pleasure you want, I promise I’ll wait till you’re finished if I have to.”

You smirked at his question. His dick was still glistening with your spit, leaving it perfectly lubed for you as you lined his tip up with your entrance and lowered yourself on to him. His face twisted with pleasure as you took him in very slowly, allowing him to feel you around every inch of him. You moaned as well, feeling him easily hitting your G spot once he was fully in.

You started rocking your hips against his, pleasure building up in you almost immediately. Joker’s head was back against the headrest as his fingers dug into your hips. You leaned forward to kiss him as your movements became quicker. Soon enough, you were bouncing on his lap, your skin making a loud slapping noise every time you came down on him. His car was shaking and the windows were fogged over so you could barley see anyone outside. Not that either of you really cared if you were caught. That was the thrill of fucking in public.

You wrapped a hand around Joker’s throat, choking him just enough to make him feel lightheaded. You almost giggled at the sight of his eyes being crossed and rolling back into his head at the action. You could feel him twitching inside of you, an indication that he was nearing his climax.

“Are you close?” you asked him, letting go of his neck long enough to allow him to breathe to respond.

“I’m so close,” he said. “Fuck, can I cum my queen?”

“Hold it for a few more seconds,” you told him. “I’m close, too. When you feel me cumming around you, you can let go then.”

You managed to stay true to your word, and a few seconds later you threw your head back and cried out in pleasure. Near moments after that, you felt Joker’s warmth filling you as he also groaned at the release.

You both sat there, sweating and panting. Joker wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close so he could rest his head on your breasts. You ran your fingers through his dyed green hair, noticing that his brown roots were starting to grow out. You made a mental note to point that out to him when you finally detached from one another.

You rolled down the window slightly to let some cool air in just as Joker’s phone rang. He groaned in annoyance as he raised the phone to his ear.

“What the fuck do you want?”

You giggled as you finally got up from his lap. It always amazed you how quickly he could switch from being a submissive mess to the dominant criminal that everyone knew him as.

“Thanks for the heads up. I’ll call you when we arrive to our next location,” he said, then hung up. “Apparently someone heard the gunshot and called the cops. They’re on their way here now. Figure we got maybe five minutes before we’re surrounded, less than that until the Bat appears.”

You passed him his discarded clothes and fixed your own disheveled appearance. “Neither one is a real concern. The cops are incompetent and Bats would never throw you in jail again. He needs someone to play with so he seems like a hero to these people.”

Joker smiled at you and kissed you hard again. “Regardless, wanna go for a joyride, baby?”

You smirked at him and leaned into the front seat to pull your gun from the glove compartment. “Always, my love.”

[k0kichiimagines]

Okay, I came with some angst(?) idea

What about Korekiyo having not the best mental state this day, like his demons are savoring him (like bad memories, intrusive stuff, all like that), and then his S/O accidentally does/says something that upsets him unexpectedly too much that he just closes himself up from them not to hurt them unintentionally, but S/O takes that as if he's mad at them and start to panic?

You can remove or change anything you'd like, but there's a set up!

angsty hurt comfort lessgo

- mod kokichi

Korekiyo x reader

-> thinking hes mad at you / hes closing himself off from you

cws : refrences to his sister, in this its writtten as him being a victim of gr00ming, guilt, death mentions,

he'd been in his library all day.

he'd been silent as well, reading books with an almost bored look, flicking through but barely acknowledging the knowledge in the lines. his mind was active though, it was racing through too many thoughts for him to sort out, it was an utter mess despite his calm appearance.

he had stumbled across a photograph of his sister. he thought he'd placed them all away, not wanting to get rid of them, but not wanting to see them. it had brought back memories, too many for his liking. that confusing guilt, the worry, the fear, the desperate urge just to make her smile. he'd went mad, thinking that somehow murder would soothe his dead sister - yet it just made his mind worse.

he was a killer. it was an odd feeling - he had killed. and yet you stayed. had he accidentally forced you to? were you afriad he would kill you? he didn't want to consider such thoughts, his fear overwhelmed him until he was all but locking himself in the room.

his mask was on as well. he tended to keep it off more often, more comfortable with the idea of ditching the material. but today it was firmly on. you quietly came up behind him, kissing his clothed cheek - but he only stiffened at the action. "you doing alright?"

"perfect."

"hmm." you brushed his hair aside, fingers near his mask and ready to pull it down. but his hand firmly snapped over yours, and his eyes felt cold.

"dont."

you stammered an apology, more shocked then scared, but he felt guilt wash over him. yet he only stood up and left, turning his back on you. where he went to, you had no clue, but now you stood in this big, empty room, filled with books and the lingering feeling of lover. but it was cold. and somehow the books lost their warmth.

you were nervously twisting the edge of your shirt or jumper in your hands, you hadnt intended to upset him, but you assumed you must have. should you leave him be? follow after and apologise once more? the uncertainty of the situation left you with a slightly sick feeling in your stomach.

you waited.

you almost fell asleep, so you busied yourself by dusting the already clean bookcases and shelves. it had already been late when he left, but glancing at the clock only made you stress more, so you avoided checking how long it had been now. you hoped he'd come back soon.

but he didn't.

perhaps he knew you were still there. it was nearly midnight by now, and you gave up. would he even be in bed?

you left, stepping softly out the doors and down the corridor. once you turned you almost bumped into the man, who looked down at you blankly. "apologies." he said, his voice quiet.

"its fine. im really sorry i upset you earlier, i didnt mean to."

he sighed. "my dearest, please do not apologise. i apologies for being blunt and cold towards you, ive simply had a lot on my mind lately. im sorry."

"i forgive you." you could tell he was returning your smile, despite his mask. he leaned down slightly, and you understood his message - gently tugging the mask off and giving him a gentle kiss. "i may not be the best therapist, but i can sure try ease your worries, love, alright ?" he hummed in a soft agreement, and then hugged you gently.