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saetoru · 2 years ago

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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。what if you’re someone i just want around (i’m falling again)

synopsis. somewhere along the line, you started to hate suguru—that doesn’t mean you stopped loving him too

— word count. 9.5k (i am in misery)

— contents. post canon! au — fix it! (we all need a good fix it fic with suguru don't lie), this fic was started before recent manga chapters so the higher ups are still alive—just go with it ok :,), geto survives + lives free of kenjaku, exes to lovers, kind of redemption i suppose, mentions of blood, injuries, and weight loss (geto), mentions of canon character deaths (nanako, mimiko, nanami), mentions of wanting to raise children with geto and have a family, no gendered terms but reader has a personality and actual thoughts and feelings, references to the hunger games (you have movie night lol), BFF satoru (he is babie), there is a kiss y’all !! (scandalous i know :O)

— notes. i started this fic back in march and i had trouble with it and put it on pause for a while. i’m very glad i finished it in the end. i always like fix it! fics and this is self-indulgent and idk if ppl will read it bc it’s sfw but it’s ok if they don’t, i loved writing it. thank you koi for beta-reading this whole bad boy. mwah <333

the day suguru is declared a free man is actually the day he signs away his freedom for good.

you say nothing, but you know it’s the truth. satoru fights tooth and nail to plead suguru’s case—you think it’s perhaps a little too desperate for it to be in the best interest of suguru and not himself. but satoru has suffered enough, and admittedly—although you deny it—a small part of you does not want to lose suguru twice. you watch as satoru argues that suguru has already died once—surely he can’t die again? and losing control of his body and mind is paying for his crimes enough, is it not? he argues that there are no ideals left for a man like geto suguru to chase after losing himself to every principle he had left.

and then satoru wins.

you expect it, but it doesn’t make it any easier. you watch numbly as suguru is assigned under your watch. you should be happy. you love suguru—you never stopped. but it doesn’t change the fact that he’s not a free man, and now he drags your freedom with his. you’ll never break away from him, never cut through the ropes that tie your hands behind your back and bind you to him—and then you wonder for a moment, unsure if it’s selfish or selfless or some cruel in-between to think this way, if geto suguru was better off dead.

whether that’s for your sake, or his, you’re not sure.

and yes, he’s let off alive, and sure, there’s no real punishment for all he’s done, but you know deep down he’s as chained and shackled as he’s ever been. he’s not allowed to leave the house unless you or satoru are there to chaperone, and it’s never to be anywhere near non-sorcerers. he’s not to live in a place of his own until the higher up’s deem him trustworthy. he has to ask you to buy the things he wants from the grocery store. he can’t even step outside for a smoke unless you’re aware.

for a long time, he doesn’t speak much—can hardly muster a barely audible mornin’ back when you force a smile and greet him cheerily for breakfast. slowly, it turns into half-snarky conversations that get cut short by one of you leaving the room. finally, you’re civil—maybe even friendly. you’re not so sure where you stand with him as of now.

it’s not the same suguru you remember falling in love with, it’s not even close to the version of the man you fell for all those years ago. it’s hard having him here—some days you’re angry and want to throw him out, to scream at him for haunting you again just when you think you’ve moved on from the horrors of your past. some days you want to cry and cling to him, bury your face into his neck and thank him for being here again, for finding his way back to you. and some days you wish you never met him at all, that this would all be easier if it didn’t exist in the first place.

he’s not the same geto suguru you loved, but somehow, because life is as bitter as it is ruthless, you fall in love with this version just as hard no matter how much you deny it.

“i made your favorite,” you smile gently, placing a neat plate of french toast with freshly cut strawberries on the side. you even take great care to get the syrup-to-powdered sugar ratio he likes right, but he doesn’t make a move to reach for the plate. instead, suguru sits at the table stiffly, like he has to be here or there are consequences for that too. it almost makes you sad—even here, he’s not free.

“thanks,” he says quietly, “but i’m not hungry.”

“you said that last night, suguru,” you sigh, “and at lunch. and at breakfast. and at dinner the night before—”

“i’ll eat it later,” he cuts you off, playing with the ends of his hair.

it’s a lot shorter now. it’s you who finds his body battered and bruised after the smoke clears. he’s almost unrecognizable, not the same charming and perfect suguru you’re used to seeing. not the same silkened strands and smooth skin, not the same muscled and toned body, not the same chiseled jaw and soft cheeks. instead, he’s a shell of himself. his hair is matted in knots, his body is almost frail, and you notice the sunken hollows of his cheeks and dark undereyes as you lift him from the rubble a little too easily. but his body is his own—that much you can tell from the way the stitches have disappeared.

it takes shoko a long time to nurse him back to health—it takes even longer for him to open his eyes.

you waited day and night by his side, hand over his as he breathed slowly, unconscious and unsuspecting. it would be so easy, you think one night, it would be so easy to kill him and forget and move on.

you’ve already grieved him once before. you’ve felt and conquered the pain of loving geto suguru and losing him first to himself and then to death. but love is as selfish as it is selfless, and it’s under your mercy that you let him live—yet it’s under your cowardice that you keep him close.

“you have to gain back the weight you lost, suguru,” you sigh, “you’re w—”

“weak?” he finishes for you, eyeing you for a second and then grinning. it’s unsettling, a grin that makes your skin crawl and your heart stop for a moment before he’s reaching for the fork and stabbing into his toast. “is that what you wanted to say? that i’m weak?”

“suguru, you know that’s not how i meant—”

“you’re not wrong,” he hums, chewing on the first bite as he speaks, “i suppose i am pretty weak right now, huh? couldn’t even kill you in your sleep if i tried could i?”

your throat is dry as you shrug, “i suppose not,” you whisper.

“ah,” he grins again, “but that doesn’t stop you from locking your door every night, does it?”

suguru is still healing. his body is weak, and sometimes, he leans against the wall as he walks. his arm is healed—you’re not entirely sure how, but you catch him rolling the shoulder out every now and then like it’s sore and stiff. he’s lost a lot of weight—part of it is from being bedridden for as long as he was, injured and half alive, and part of it is from barely eating—save for the few bites you force into him. you never thought there’d be a day when you could say this—but the odds of you beating suguru in hand-to-hand combat are high, and the reality is an everlasting reminder that he is not who you fell for.

you swallow, letting out a shaky breath as he watches you closely, diligently cutting another bite from the french toast sitting on his plate as he stares you down like he can see past your soul. you don’t know what’s scarier—that suguru can still practically see yours, or that you’re unsure he even has one anymore.

“you tried coming in?” you ask, unsure what else to say. he merely shrugs, takes another bite, and sets his fork down.

“thought i’d check on you,” he pops a strawberry half into his mouth as he speaks.

“is that what it really was?” you raise a brow, “or was i right to lock the door?”

you’re not sure why you lock the door at night. maybe it’s because you don’t trust him, or maybe it’s because you don’t want him near you just yet. you’re not sure. you’re not sure how satoru can go back to his cheery self, how he can step through your door and boom a loud yo, suguru! before settling beside suguru on the couch with his feet on the coffee table as he rambles away. maybe it’s not real—maybe it’s satoru desperately pretending that if he tries hard enough, things can go back to how they were.

but you don’t know how he still has the energy to try, and you don’t know if you have it in you to try anymore yourself.

you and suguru stare each other down like that for a bit, the tension rising with every silent second that passes. you’re sure he doesn’t want to be here as much as you don’t want him around—but you’re also sure he’s glad it’s here with you as much as you’re glad it’s with no one else.

“you tell me,” he smirks after a bit, the hint of amusement making your fists clench. how dare he have the audacity to look at you like that in your own home? like he has the upper hand over you without trying? “what do you think i was there for?”

“i think you should stay in your room, suguru,” you say carefully, “i bought a new bed just for that room.”

“how sweet of you,” he hums. he sips the tea before him—it’s cold by now, but it’s just how he likes it, rose with one sugar. “you must have been excited to have me.”

“hardly,” you mumble bitterly—you can’t help it. you want him to feel hurt, even just a little. you want him to know that just because he’s back, it doesn’t mean you’ve waited all this time for him to be. liar, a part of you says, you’ve always waited for him, haven’t you? but suguru doesn’t seem phased—he doesn’t even blink.

“then tell me, why am i here?” suguru asks, his tone is as casual as ever.

i wish i knew, you want to say. i wish i knew but i don’t.

“because satoru asked you to be,” is all you can say.

he nods, pushing back his plate and standing up, offering you that same grin. “you’re right,” he hums, “that’s exactly why i’m here.”

it hits you why his smile is so unsettling once he leaves—it’s almost genuine, like he’s still loved you all this time. impossible, you tell yourself. suguru stopped loving you a long time ago. and you need to stop trying to figure out why.

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even despite telling yourself you don’t care what suguru thinks, a small part of you needs to prove to him you’re not scared of him. that you don’t fear for your own safety in your home, and that him being here is not some form of him haunting you. you don’t care. he shouldn’t get the luxury of thinking you care. he can come in and watch you sleep like the creep he is if he wants—you couldn’t bother to give it a second thought.

the first night you take a chance and leave the door unlocked, suguru slips into bed beside you. it wakes you up instantly, and before you can question it, his head tucks into your neck, and his hand grasps your shirt tightly. you notice the panting almost instantly—and then you realize, it must be a nightmare.

you fall into old habits, even after all these years, defaulting to care for him like it’s second nature.

“you’re safe, suguru,” is what you settle for saying after a moment of contemplation. it’s all you can really think to say, so you brush your lips over the top of his head as you murmur, “you’re safe,” over and over again.

as difficult as it is to have suguru around, as painful and cruel and aggravating as it is to be reminded of his distant existence even as he’s two doors down, this part feels natural. it’s almost like you’re back in jujutsu high, waking up to him sneaking into your room as he presses his weight over your body and wakes you with soft kisses along your face.

except this time, he’s not annoyingly demanding cuddles or telling you about his weird dream, he’s not stealing your blanket and demanding you play with his hair. this time, it’s not the same suguru—and this time, it’s not jujutsu high.

it’s your room. the one you got on the other side of town to leave the sorcery world behind, somehow still stuck right in the center of it no matter where you go. and yet, just like all those years ago, your legs tangle, and your arms wrap him up, and you murmur, “you’re safe,” while he catches his breath.

“but they’re not,” he mutters in between labored pants, making you pause.

and then you remember.

faintly, you recall the blonde and black hair from a distance, you remember bitterly wondering what’d it be like watching suguru fathering children of your own as you came to the reality that it would never happen. sometimes, you wonder if you hate nanako and mimiko for existing, for living as the dreams you never got to live through with suguru.

it’s selfish—to hate two children because they are what you do not have.

but then you feel something wet hit your neck, and then you wish they were okay—for his sake. and just for a moment, you’re selfless again.

“they’re not safe,” he mutters, making you sigh.

“they are,” you whisper, hesitating for a moment before letting your fingers slip into his hair. you scratch gently at his scalp, feeling his body melt into yours almost instantly—like it’s a response that’s natural to him. “they’re not suffering. not anymore.”

“is that supposed to make me feel better?” he scoffs. you shrug, letting your cheek press against the top of his head as you sigh.

“it helps me feel better,” you say softly, “‘s just how you learn to cope.”

it’s an understanding you both silently come to. loss on both sides. bloodshed on either ground. defeat no matter which ideal you take. to love is to bear the pain of mortality—it’s a lesson that you never cease to learn until the ends of time itself.

“the jujutsu world is one of suffering,” he grits, sniffling into your neck. you hum, pressing a kiss to his head as your eyes close.

“every world is one of suffering, suguru, you can’t erase them all. the sooner you realize that, the easier you’ll find peace.”

you fall into a slumber after that, faintly aware of the way he shuffles closer to you, faintly aware of the soft kiss pressed to your skin as sleep takes over your body and drifts you out of consciousness.

when you wake up the next morning, suguru is gone, and the door is closed. the blanket is tucked up to your chin, and your neck still tingles from last night.

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“get up,” you throw a pillow at suguru, waking him up with a start as he sits up. his hair is tousled and messy from sleep—it’s now long enough that he can put it in a bun without strands slipping from the bottom anymore. you chuckle as he glares at you, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he groans.

“the fuck was that for?” he grunts, holding the blanket up to cover his exposed chest.

it’s funny that he does that, in a way. it’s not as though you haven’t seen his chest…and then some too. it’s not like you haven’t torn his shirt off to stanch the flow of blood from his injuries before or feel the bare skin with your palm under the pale moonlight as the lingering scent of sex breezes through the room.

but somehow, even though he doesn’t need to cover his chest around you of all people, you’re glad that he does. truthfully, it keeps you slightly comforted to know that he’s aware you’re still technically strangers—no matter how well-versed you are in each other’s pasts. but you don’t ponder on it too much. instead, you grin, shoving aside the visual of the small glance you caught at his pecs, and you clap your hands to motion him to hurry.

“we are going grocery shopping,” you say casually—as though it’s not something to make him raise a brow in shock.

“me?” he points a finger at himself. you roll your eyes, and he challenges you with another raise of his brow. “aren’t i supposed to stay away from civilians?”

“yes, you,” you nod, pointing back at him, “and satoru has worked overtime to get you granted permission to roam around with me. he says you’re welcome, by the way.”

“tell him to go fuck off.”

“that’s ungrateful,” you say flatly, “his feelings will be hurt.”

“his feelings will find a way to cope,” suguru huffs. “i don’t want to be around…them,” he says bitterly.

you suppose it’s wishful thinking to hope suguru has let go of his past beliefs. perhaps he’s long abandoned the possibility of the vision he once planned on bringing to life, but you can’t say you expected him to revert back to the old suguru who fought alongside you and satoru. you yourself certainly have no intention of returning to the sorcery world after all the events, so you can’t say you’re shocked by the lack of change he seems to show. but then again, you suppose suguru has changed. whether he sees it or not.

he stays here and doesn’t put up a fight to leave even though he can now that he’s healed. he eats lunch when you tell him and even washes the dishes. sometimes, when you come home a bit late, dinner is even ready on the table as he sits and stares at you expectantly. his plate is empty like yours—like he’s been waiting for you even though he doesn’t need to. you suppose you can see he’s changed in the way he doesn’t scoff at the tv channels you surf through, he silently sits on the opposite end of the couch now and watches with you, and perhaps if you’re lucky, you’ll hear a light chuckle or a quiet sigh as the scenes roll on the screen.

you suppose this suguru is a step closer to your suguru every day he spends with you, but you don’t know if any suguru is what you need right now. perhaps that name should’ve been buried away as a distant memory, perhaps it should’ve only been something you unlock once every year on his death anniversary—when satoru clambers through your door drunk and unsteady as he clutches the hand that killed his best friend, only to share pancakes with you in the morning and pretend like you don’t notice the dried tears on his cheeks while he acts like he doesn’t catch the way your hand shakes as you cut into your breakfast.

but suguru is here now. whether it’s as geto, one half of the strongest duo in jujutsu high, whether it’s as suguru, the love of your life and the sole reason you exist, or whether it’s as geto suguru, the curse user and mass murderer who haunts your past, present, and everything in between.

so you simply sigh, grab the pillow again, and hit the top of his head before walking over to the door as you call over your shoulder, “i’m gonna wait for you by the door in fifteen minutes. be ready or face the consequences..”

“no thanks. don’t wanna,” suguru grumbles petulantly, frowning at you as you stick your tongue at him, smirking as if you’ve just played your ace.

“too bad,” you sing before swinging the door shut.

he’s at the door in exactly fifteen minutes, like he waited until the last possible second to join you as a move of spite. but you simply gesture him out the door and lock up, taking your sweet time as he stands there with an annoyed face. you stare at the doorknob once you’re done, taking a deep breath before turning to him with your best smile.

“let’s go,” you hum.

“after you,” he mutters.

—

he grimaces as soon as he sees the people going about their business, clearly unhappy with the idea of being around non-sorcerers, but one sharp glare from you has him sighing and trekking along. the grocery store, admittedly, is not as bad as suguru thinks—in fact, there are lots of things he doesn’t realize he misses until he watches you grab a shopping cart.

suddenly, he sees shadows. the silhouette of your figure climbing into the cart, the angry wave of satoru’s hands as he claims it's his turn to be pushed around, the figure of shoko pinching the bridge of her nose in irritation from the back—and then, he sees the dark shadow of baggy pants and a small bun. it’s him. suguru watches himself almost in slow motion through the remnants of his imagination as he gently shoves satoru out of the way and reaches to poke the tip of your nose before he pushes the cart with you in it.

it’s a happy memory—and it’s gone all too soon.

as soon as he blinks, the shadows have disappeared—instead, it’s you waving a hand in his face, concern written on your features as you call his name.

“suguru? hey, hello? are you with me?”

he exhales, pulled from his trance as he gently grabs your wrist from in front of his face and sets it down as he nods, “yeah, i’m fine. just thinking,” he mumbles.

for a second, you hesitate, like you almost mean to say something. but in the end, you only nod before turning to grab the shopping cart. but he stops you—grabs the handle and turns to you with a small smile on his face, making you raise a brow as he gently moves you away.

“what are you—”

“get in,” he grins, making you stare at him in bewilderment.

“what?”

“just get in,” he sighs, “you love it when you get to sit in the cart.”

“i’m not a teenager anymore—”

“get in, will you?” he groans, “always so damn difficult.”

“hey,” you pout, glaring at him with your hands planted at your hips, “that’s rude.” it’s cute. suguru stares at you with amusement in his eyes and a soft look on his face that you don’t think you’ve really seen in years.

“humor me,” he hums, “just get in, okay?”

so you do.

with a huff and a grumble under your breath, you fight back a smile and climb into the damn cart just like old times. you swallow and try not to let it get to you when he reaches over and pokes the tip of your nose and pushes the cart around, letting you name off the things you need from your list while he grabs them. and when he sneaks snacks into the pile, you roll your eyes and glare at him in the way you always did—the one that isn’t actually annoyed. fond. happy to let it slide because it’s him.

“we need candy,” you murmur, “that’s the last thing on the list.”

“okay. what kind?” he asks, turning the cart into the candy aisle and smiling softly down at you.

“doesn’t matter, satoru eats anything as long as it’s sweet. he’s more likely to die from sugar than fighting a curse, i think.”

“you buy candy for satoru?” he asks, making you shrug as you reach over and grab a few bags of candy off the shelves, setting them down beside you.

“he comes over a lot so i learned to keep stuff stocked up for him. you know how he gets when he’s hungry.”

suguru feels something he hasn’t felt since he was a teenager. jealousy—specifically of satoru.

suguru is not foolish. he knows as soon as he meets gojo satoru that of the two, one of them is stronger and it’s definitely not himself. for the longest time, he’s okay with that, okay being the strongest only when alongside satoru—until he’s not. and even if suguru always had a bit more attention in the romance department than satoru, in his head he’s always known that perhaps satoru can keep you safer, more well off, maybe even happier. with smooth smiles and eyes as welcoming as an oasis, gojo satoru would never leave you in the dark pit of misery as suguru once had.

something about the thought of you and satoru keeping each other company through the lonely years, filling that empty spot suguru left behind, sharing moments over candy and empty wrappers makes suguru wonder for a moment if perhaps he’d be happier if he stayed. maybe he could have worn a heartfelt smile in a world that carves them off the faces of sorcerers with bloody knives as long as you were there to wipe the blood.

but before he can dwell on it, you snatch one more bag—this time of his favorite candy, placing it into the cart and grinning gently up at him.

“i haven’t bought this one in years,” you admit, “i almost forget how it tastes.”

“me too,” he says quietly.

“well,” you hum, “we’ll have to have some when we’re home.”

home. you say it as though it belongs to him as much as it does you, and then like you always have, without even meaning to, you wash away the dark stains of his jealousy with no trace left behind.

“yeah,” he chuckles, “we—”

“daddy, look! candy!” suguru is cut off by the gentle pitter-patter of two tiny feet running into the aisle, pointing at a bag of candy as a man follows close behind.

his breath hitches.

she’s small, the girl—she has two pigtails with soft strands of blonde hair falling out of the loosely tied bands. it reminds suguru of the first time he perfected tying up nanako’s hair, the soft giggles behind her tiny hand as she twirled in the mirror.

there’s another girl in the man’s arms—dark hair on her head as she curls into her father’s chest and tucks her head into his neck when she sees you and suguru in the aisle. she’s shy, he realizes, like mimiko, and suddenly he remembers the tiny fingers that used to hook into his pants when she got too overwhelmed by the people around her, waiting for suguru to scoop her into his arms.

perhaps in another life, suguru would redo everything differently—he’d be happy with you and satoru and shoko, and nanami and haibara would be there too, well and alive. but no matter what, he’d never redo nanako and mimiko differently. he’d never change a thing about them, not even the way nanako whines too much about small things or the way mimiko never speaks up even when something is clearly bothering her. he’d never change the way he saved them and took them in at the tender age of eighteen, too lost to be a father but choosing to raise them anyway. he’d never change the feeling of pure joy and unbridled pride when they climbed into his bed for the first time, shushing each other so as not to wake him—even though he’d awoken as soon as the door to his room opened.

because he realized that night that yeah, maybe he’d made mistakes in his lifetime, lots of them too. maybe he’d made a bad choice choosing the path he did, or maybe he didn’t. he’s never been completely sure—just that he had to try at least to make his vision for a different world come to life. but one mistake he never made was his girls. one thing he was always sure about was the soft clutch at his pants and the tiny hands reaching for his own.

suguru wouldn’t change anything about nanako and mimiko—except maybe the fact that they aren’t here, gone because of him.

“suguru?” you ask softly, reaching for his hand as he grips the cart tightly and pulling his gaze away from the family in the distance.

he blinks, meets your eyes, and knows that you know. with one glance at your face, he knows you understand. the world is cruel, one filled with suffering, he thinks. but then he remembers what you said, that every world is full of suffering, not just his—that it’s a truth he has to come face to face with.

but it’s hard. it’s hard when this man has his two little girls and suguru does not—it’s hard to watch someone have what he wants with no worries of losing it, all because of people and their own weaknesses. he thinks for a moment that he’s been right all along—that non-sorcerers are too weak for this life, that the jujutsu world has always suffered so they don’t have to.

but then the man speaks up, catching both of your attention.

“your mother used to love those,” he says quietly to his daughter, a pained smile on his face. instantly, you and suguru both seem to understand the weight of that single sentence.

every world has its own pain, suguru realizes. its own cruelties and unfairness, its own way of bringing suffering in its wake as it rips away the things closest to you from your begging fingertips, leaving them cold and empty and numb from the lost weight underneath them.

“let’s go, suguru,” you whisper, “we have everything we came for.”

“yeah,” he whispers back, clearing his throat so his voice doesn’t crack, “let’s go.”

suguru leaves the grocery store with you after you pay, and for a brief moment, he’s unsure. unsure whether he’s grateful to satoru for fighting for him to be able to come and grateful to you for dragging him along, or if he wishes he died along with the rubble, gone before you could find him and turn him into this.

“before you even think about hiding away in your room,” you say, grabbing the bags from the cart as you put it back where it belongs, “you have to help with putting away the groceries.”

“sure,” he says smoothly. he grabs all the heavy bags from your hand, and you make a move to protest that you don’t need him to take the heavier ones, that you’re fine and can handle them like you’ve always handled them.

but he walks off, and finally, you decide to simply follow.

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satoru likes to come and visit—you’ve started a routine movie night every week (unless he’s away, of course.) it’s fun, but it also means he makes your veins pop because he’s a headache like that—always makes himself right at home and eats your snacks like this is his place and not yours. he helps himself to your already limited candy and puts his sock-clad feet up on the coffee table no matter how many times you tell him not to.

you try sitting with legs as long as these, he always whines, earning a harsh glare from you as you smack at his shins until he ultimately caves and begrudgingly sets his feet down.

but then they always make their way back up to the coffee table, and you’re too busy enjoying his company to care—although you’ll never admit it.

satoru is endearing like that, swallowing the dark clouds from your shoulders whole and eating up your burdens with that side of responsibility that you don’t think you could ever stomach. satoru is just like that, you realize, taking the brunt of the weight and laughing off every concern until you can’t help but not take them seriously yourself.

it’s hard to remember that sometimes you didn’t just lose suguru, the love of your life, that night. everyone lost something. shoko lost someone to smoke with, yaga lost a student to scold, nanami lost a headache to avoid, and satoru?

well…satoru lost what you think might’ve been the only filled void of his miserably empty life.

it’s hard to remember that satoru lost his best friend—the only best friend he’s ever had (although you like to think of yourself as a close contender)—because he’s so good at letting you forget. he brings you ice cream (that he eats half of because it’s only fair he gets a share), and he sits and hogs your couch (that he argues you don’t really need as much space as him on because your legs aren’t as long), and he watches those stupid sitcoms that are dry with boring jokes (that you used to make suguru watch back in the day).

it’s hard to remember that satoru also lost as much as you because he’s so damn good at making you forget about your own loss, you don’t care to think about anyone else’s for a while. just a short while. just until he’s yawning that obnoxiously loud yawn and stretching those awkwardly long limbs of his before he claims he really should go and that being the world’s best teacher requires as many hours of beauty sleep as you can squeeze in.

and then he’s off. and it’s empty again. and just like that, you’re reminded of why he was there in the first place—to fill in that sick and painful void that geto suguru left in you.

it’s gaping, like he tore a chunk of you right out with sharp teeth, like you’re just a piece of meat for him to get his fill of. if suguru really loved you, would you be so easy to let go of? why couldn’t he smile? because you could—god, you could smile just from the sight of him alone, you realize a long time ago. him with his cigarette tucked between his lips, those death sticks as you called them, hung loosely from his mouth as he gives you a lopsided grin.

geto suguru is enough of a reason to smile. the world could crumble at your feet and leave you with nothing but rubble and dirt, and still, suguru is the core of the earth you’re searching for.

so why couldn’t you be the same? what is it you were missing? what about you was just not enough for him like the way he was enough for you?

it dawns on you one night, through bitter tears and shaky sobs, and that sick, twisted, pleading feeling in your gut that begs the wind to carry him back to you—geto suguru has never loved you the way you loved him.

and for that, you can never forgive him, you don’t think.

“you tryin’ to go bug-eyed?” he asks, settling down on the couch next to you, making you snap out of your trance. you shake your head a little, stare back at him for a moment before putting on that look on your face where you roll your eyes and pretend everything is fine.

“no,” you huff, “i’m just thinking.”

“about…?”

“satoru has rarely ever missed a movie night.”

“maybe he’s sick of you,” he shrugs, grinning slyly at you as you narrow your eyes with a glare, “there’s someone here to keep you company now so he’s probably taken his opportunity to run.”

“you’re hardly company,” you scoff, “freeloader.”

“hey,” he defends, shrugging as if it’s not his fault. you suppose it’s not. “i didn’t ask to be rescued. you can’t be high and mighty and petty. ‘s not how that works.”

“says who? you don’t make the rules. i can be graciously kind and a jerk all at once.”

“complexity,” he nods, “i like it.”

“i’m not as complicated as you might think,” you grumble, crossing your arms as you stare at the time. yeah, satoru isn’t making it—which, he told you as much, but he’s strolled in at the last second too many times to count before. you figure today would be the same. “as long as you don’t skip movie nights with me, i’m pretty simple to keep appeased.”

“alright,” he props his feet up on the coffee table—seriously, what is it with asshole men putting their feet on your table? satoru is a terrible influence. “let’s have a movie night.”

“what?” you blink.

“movie night,” he repeats, “you said you don’t like skipping movie night—”

“well, i meant i don’t like satoru skipping movie—”

“well, it was me before satoru, wasn’t it?” he says with a smile. his eyes are closed, crinkled at the corners, but his voice is carefully neutral—like he takes extra care not to let you see any emotion behind it.

but that only means there is an emotion, isn’t there? is he jealous? does he hate the fact that you and satoru have a routine of your own without him? that you don’t need him to continue living your life?

good. he should be. he walked out on you all those years ago. he killed a village. killed his parents. you never even got to meet them—he never even got to take you home and introduce you to them before he ripped away every fantasy you ever had with him.

and now he’s back—he has the audacity to live, to laugh in your face with his existence that yes, geto suguru is here. and he was supposed to be executed, but your stubborn friend didn’t let that happen. he was supposed to be your husband by now with kids and a happy little home, and you were supposed to be his parent’s new addition to their family that they loved so much. but none of that is even close to happening, and it’s suguru’s fault, and the least he can do is show you some regret and maybe feel just the slightest bit bad that you now have to watch shitty movies with his best friend instead of him to feel normal.

ex-best friend? half best friend? you don’t even know—do they still consider each other their best friends? does anyone consider suguru anything? you don’t know what you consider him. but you think the least he can do is act just the slightest bit pathetic after making you feel so pathetic for so long just to even the score.

he should be a stranger. he feels like an old friend. but either is dangerous.

“alright,” you sigh, “let's bring back movie night. don’t fall asleep.”

“i get plenty of sleep nowadays,” he hums, “i have more than enough free time for that now.”

“how lucky of you,” you snort.

—

picking a movie with suguru is difficult. he actually has standards—satoru watches anything so long as he gets snacks, and he can make anything fun to watch with the way he comments from the side like a critic. suguru, on the other hand, actually cares about the quality of a movie, the metrics that make it good.

so you pick the hunger games just to piss him off.

“seriously?” he raises a brow, “this is your pick?”

“yes,” you grin, “i like these movies.”

“of all movies—”

“my house, my rules,” you grin cheekily, “you can pick the movies as soon as you start paying the bills.”

“wow,” he deadpans, “stooping to use my financial status against me? i thought you were better than this.”

“oh suguru,” you sigh dramatically, grabbing a bag of chips from the table, “you don’t know me at all.”

all things considered, you think it’s a rather enjoyable experience. it’s not as fun without satoru’s stupid comments that you pretend to hate, but suguru provides his own commentary that earns a giggle out of you here and there too—although his are not meant to be funny. but that’s the appeal of it, you think.

“she should have picked gale,” he mumbles. you raise a brow.

“peeta was always there for her, did you miss the rain scene?”

“so was gale,” he says smoothly, grabbing a chip from your bag and making you scowl.

“gale killed her sister,” you point out, “and a lot of other people too. he was ruthless. she needed peeta.”

“gale did what he had to do,” suguru mumbles.

suddenly, it doesn’t really feel like you’re discussing the movie anymore. it feels more than that. it feels sickening—the air is heavy, and your throat is dry and god, you just wanted a movie night and not this heaviness as you talk about stuff from the past without actually talking about it.

you blink before turning to your chips, playing around with the bag as you shrug.

“in the end he didn’t get katniss, did he?”

suguru studies you for a moment, stares a little too deep into you that you start to feel the urge to bolt to your room and go to bed.

“guess not,” he says quietly, “guess that’s the one regret he has, huh?”

you think for a second, as suguru stares at your eyes with something you can’t quite read, that you might cry. you might cry and throw that half-empty can of soda in his face for speaking in codes and making you question what he means and remember your past. you might cry because suguru could’ve always gotten you—in fact, he had you.

it’s not fair. nothing is, but you can’t help but dwell on it.

“i’m going to bed. it’s late,” you mumble after a few moments, standing. he only nods, staring at the tv as the credits roll. when you make it to your room and the door shuts behind you, you debate clicking the lock in place.

in the end, you don’t lock the door. suguru climbs into bed with you once more later that night, shaking slightly from his nightmare but calmer than usual. he’s still gone by the time morning comes, and you still never mention it.

it hits you one night that maybe he still has you—maybe you never let him stop having you, no matter what you say.

————————————————

suguru is good at cleaning while you’re away. you have to go out and do adult things like breadwinning and grocery shopping and bill paying. he dusts and cleans and even takes out the trash when you’re home to monitor him as he steps two feet out of your front door. sometimes, because you like to get on his nerves, you accidentally mess up a corner of the house just as he cleans it, laughing as he shoots you an unimpressed look.

“stop getting crumbs on the floor,” he mumbles, “i just vacuumed.”

“you make a good malewife,” you giggle, “vacuuming and everything. how cute.”

“don’t call me that,” he grumbles, sitting down on the couch.

“but you missed a spot,” you point to the crumbs you’ve sprinkled from your fingers as you snack away, making him glare. “failwife.”

“i’m going to divorce you and take everything,” he snaps, making you snort as you put your hands up in surrender.

“you don’t have to, you know,” you murmur, “clean, i mean. i can handle it.”

“i think i should carry my weight around here,” he shrugs, “since you are basically sugar babying me around for now.”

“dangerous curse user to the world, but sugar baby to me,” you tease, pulling a chuckle out of him as he rolls his eyes.

sometimes it’s nice to have his company. suguru is good with banter like that, he’s not annoying like satoru where you run in circles. suguru makes you laugh from your belly, makes the hiccups catch in your throat as you double over. he’s always been like that, always known how to make laughter pour from your lips and trickle down your chin. it’s comforting to know he still knows how. it leaves a small amount of bitterness that he’s still able to make you feel like this.

“by the way, next time you go shopping, take me with you,” he says casually, “i need to buy stuff for my hair. it’s growing.”

“you’ll finally see the sun just for your hair?” you gasp, “who knew that’s all it’d take?”

despite the playfulness in your words, there’s still shock. suguru is willingly stepping foot outside your house. he’s finally choosing to return to life after living like a recluse no matter how many times you and satoru have tried to beg him to get up and go somewhere. the most you can get out of him is a walk around the neighborhood before he goes back to wandering your home and hiding away in his room.

suguru is returning to life, his life, and you can’t help but wonder where that leaves room for you.

“my hair is my charm,” he reasons, “wouldn’t you agree?”

there’s a smirk on his lips when he asks—it’s like he’s seventeen and teasing you again, giving you that unfairly flirty smile that used to make you stutter as a kid. back when you were hopelessly in love. back when it was you, suguru, and the world in your corner. back when you had dreams of your future, practically giggling as you planned it away in a notebook.

suguru was always perfect like that, the kind of guy you could only dream about. he’s always been handsome—he’s always been the center of attention everywhere you went. you used to huff about it, about all the attention he managed to get from walking into a room alone. but then he’d smile, give you that tender look of his as he’d chuckle, and you’d be hopeless again.

he shouldn’t have that effect on you anymore after over a decade. but he does. it’s cruel, the way the universe works. it’s like there’s a magnet that pushes you together no matter how far you try to go, still pulled by gravity straight into his awaiting eyes and devilish smile.

“i cut your hair off once, i can do it again,” you huff. he laughs, it’s good-natured and kind.

“i was a bit heartbroken when i realized it was so short, i have to admit,” he says, “i didn’t look like me.”

“you looked good,” you say quietly, “i think you’d make anything work, to be honest.”

“yeah?” he grins, “any requests? i might consider it if it’s you.”

“oh shut up,” you roll your eyes, “how about shaving your head bald? let's see how much charm you have without all that hair.”

“i could charm you without the hair still, couldn’t i?” he winks.

it’s unfair how he acts like normal. like a few months in your home undoes everything he’s ever committed, all the atrocities he’s caused. the way he flirts with you feels like you’re his again. the way he’s aged and changed feels like you’re meeting someone new. you don’t understand how suguru is so natural with that—with seamlessly falling back into a rhythm with you like nothing has changed at all.

deep down, you know that suguru is just moving on with his life. he’s making the most of what he can. he can’t die, satoru would never let him have a peaceful death after all this. he can’t go back to the way things used to be, whether that’s his sorcery days or his curse user days, and he certainly can’t start over. so he’s making do with what he has—which is very little in reality.

it’s you, your home, and the biweekly visits from satoru and occasionally shoko. so he weaves you seamlessly into his life and treats you with a sense of normalcy you can’t hope to treat him with. maybe it’s because suguru was actually able to move on after he left.

it’s the part you hated him most for. for building a family with new people. for having two girls that he raised as daughters. for finding people to follow him and trust. suguru, after he walked away from everything he ever knew, actually did something with his life—even if it could hardly be considered good.

you? you fell deeper and deeper into a pit of denial until clawing your way back out was too impossible, until you had to leave behind everything you’ve ever known to get away from the remnants of his existence.

it’s easy for him to weave you back into his life because he chose to cut you loose. it feels damn near impossible to let him weave back into yours after he tore himself from the edges and frayed away.

“don’t do that,” you sigh, making him frown.

“do what?”

“you know what, suguru,” you pinch your nose in frustration, “stop acting like things are normal.”

“things are definitely not normal,” he snorts bitterly, “i think needing your approval to take the trash out is not equal to normal.”

“then why are you acting like…” you trail off, unsure.

“like what?” he raises a brow.

“like we never changed,” you slam your hands down on the couch in exasperation.

he stares at you for a minute, blinks once, then twice, and then furrows his brows.

“well, of course we changed,” he mumbles in confusion, “i know that—”

you shouldn’t have said anything. you quickly realize that. suguru is not trying to act like things are normal—he’s trying to be civil, and you’re just a fool. a fool who looks too deeply into everything and assumes what you want to out of things and god, you’ve embarrassed yourself in front of your one and only ex-boyfriend in over a decade who was once dead and somehow came back to the land of the living.

of course, he knows things are not the same. he doesn’t want what you think he does. it’s been years and suguru has moved on—he had already moved on all those years ago, and you’re the only one here that is still focused on the past. and now he knows it too.

you stand before he can finish, nodding as you stare down instead of meeting his eyes, pretending to adjust your clothes.

“right, of course you do,” you nod, “i don’t know why i said that. just ignore me, i’ll be going to my room now. i have…things to do, so i’ll be—”

“hang on,” he frowns, hand grabbing your wrist, “i don’t mean it like that,” he says gently.

fuck geto suguru for being so confusing and fuck him for being nice about it too.

“you can let go, suguru,” you pull at your wrist, “forget what i said, i wasn’t thinking—”

“i still feel the same,” he cuts you off, making your eyes widen, “if that’s what you mean. i never stopped.”

never stopped—that’s almost worse than moving on. how could he have felt the same all those years and still never come back?

“that does not help even a little,” you swallow the lump in your throat. “that makes this so much worse, do you see that?”

“i know,” he sighs, “i’m sor—”

“don’t say you’re sorry,” you grit your teeth, “we both know you’re not.”

“maybe not,” he admits, “i had to try. and that meant leaving—i’m sorry that’s not what you wanted.”

“it’s not!” you turn around, pulling your arm out of his grasp—suguru, for what it’s worth, takes the shove to his chest like a champ. “of course i didn’t want you to leave and kill a bunch of people and have an execution stamped on your forehead and live your life without me.”

“i know—”

“and now you’re back. back! in my house, eating my food and sleeping in my bed for half the night and i just have to act like this is normal. how is any of this normal?”

“it’s not,” he agrees. he’s calm. so calm, it almost makes you mad. why is he so calm? “nothing about anything in our lives is normal. it never was.”

“you ruined my life,” you blink back tears. he smiles sadly, taking a step closer.

“i guess i can take the blame for that,” he nods, hands finding their way to your hips. against your better judgment, you lean half your weight against his body. this is bad, very bad—but it’s also the best thing ever.

being close to suguru feels like the sun’s heat tearing through your skin—it’s warm. it’s pleasant. it leaves you parched and drained with a dry throat. but still, you need it to survive.

“why did you come back?” you ask tiredly. his hand finds the small of your back, rubbing slow circles.

“i don’t know,” he hums, “i didn’t really get a say. maybe i was always meant to, who knows?”

you look at him at that—tilt your head to get a good look at his features. his eyes are more tired, and his cheeks are a bit more sunken in compared to the youthful flesh you remember him with. his hair isn’t as healthy, and his forehead has the slightest traces of pale marks from the scars. but he’s still suguru—and you have always loved suguru, even if he gives you every reason to hate him.

“you make my life unreasonably difficult,” you mutter.

he hums, smiling. “can i?” he asks breathlessly, pleadingly. you stare at his eyes, he stares at your lips. you know what he wants—but fuck, you can’t let him have it so easy.

“can you what?” you ask, raising a brow slowly.

“are you really gonna make me say it?” he grunts, lips almost curled into a pout. it’s cute, the way he looks longingly at your lips—it’s so cute and beautiful and dangerous all at once, just like suguru.

“yes,” you say, “yes i am. i deserve to hear it suguru, after everything you put me through. you…you left me. i wasn’t enough for you. i mourned you. i grieved a body i never even saw. do you know what that does to a person? to lose them not once but two times? the least you could do is tell me what you want,” your voice wavers just a little.

it shakes for the lost time. for the moments you’ll never have. for the memories you lost. for the past that’s tainted. time is cruel like that. but that’s the beauty of it all—the fragility. it’s like sand falling through the cracks of your fingers, every grain slipping from your reach but still soft and soothing against your skin as it falls. everything fades over time, everything starts to hurt one way or another. but it stops. it heals. it starts over. the sand fills the cup of your palms again, warm and delicate and just as beautiful as before it crumbled.

“can i kiss you?” he asks desperately, “please?”

“kissing me is not a temporary thing,” you shake your head, “not anymore. it’s for good. only for good.”

“i want to kiss you for good,” he nods, hands digging into your hips impatiently. you’re close. you’re too far. he can feel you, smell you, hear your unsteady breaths. but it’s not enough. he needs to devour you, taste you on his tongue, and melt you with his touch. “i won’t stop this time,” he promises.

“you better not,” you sniffle, tears blurring your vision. you hated suguru for leaving you. you hated him for coming back to you like this. you never stopped loving him, never will stop loving him—and maybe that’s what love is. when the darkness is worth trekking through for the afterglow of the light. “if you fucking leave me again, you’re dead to me. i don’t care how many times you come back to life. you’re dead to me.”

“okay,” he agrees through a shaky chuckle, “i suppose i deserve that. let me kiss you, yeah?”

“yeah,” you breathe.

he kisses you—years too late, he kisses you. it feels like you’re teenagers again. it feels different and foreign. you know this feeling like the back of your hand. you don’t understand what this sensation is anymore. it’s new. it’s old. it’s perfect. it hurts. suguru is here. he promised not to leave—you don’t know if you believe him, but you’re going to trust that finally, for once, you are enough.

you’re enough to make him happy. to give him a sense of purpose. to keep him swimming when his limbs start to sink.

finally, for once, you’re enough.

“i love you,” he whispers against your mouth, breathing the words into you like he’s offering you the air from his lungs, “i never stopped. i promise.”

“you don’t deserve to hear it from me,” you murmur back, panting against his lips, “not yet.”

“fair enough,” he chuckles, “you sure know how to leave a guy waiting.”

“i learned from the best,” you shoot back.

he grins—suguru smiles, heartfelt and real. life is full of misery, it’s painful, and nothing fucking makes sense. everything is cruel. everything dies no matter how carefully you water the roots. there’s always something, someone, ready to tear it from the earth. but if you keep planting the seeds, suguru will keep watering.

maybe something kind can bloom from that, something big enough for him to hide under the shade when the scorching heat of tragedy becomes too much.

in this world or in the jujutsu world; in this life or in the next. suguru is yours.

“why am i here?” he asks gently, his face digging into your neck. you hold him, cradling the back of his head as you hum.

“because i need you here. will you stay?”

“yes,” he murmurs, “i think i’ll stay.”

hi. i have been working on this since march. its still not how i envisioned it to be originally but that's okay. i had fun writing it and it means a lot to me even tho its kind of. well....cliche LMAO like everything i write. but. i enjoy the cliches okay ?? i do. kxljchskdf hope u guys didn't hate it </3

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A violent encounter with a cordycep leaves you without your clothes on as the man that rescues you is convinced you’ve been infected. Dark!Joel Miller and dubcon.

Rating: explicit

The sprinting was fruitless. You were running and running, that terrible thing behind you just inches away from clawing your skin apart. And you knew it would tear you from limb to limb, rather than to bite you; like those clickers at the Boston museum.

A snarl from your left side catches you off guard and your foot trips on a growth of vines. The cordycep rams into your back and the two of you tumble roughly down a steep, grass-filled mound. Your back hits the ground with a hard thud, the thing above you brawls as you try to shove it off. This time, you’re the one that’s screaming and snarling, doing everything in your power to not get bitten.

And just like that, a loud, piercing bang rattles the air surrounding the scuffle. The cordycep falls on top of you, and you quickly push it off so you can stand.

Almost immediately, a tall statured man comes into view. He’s slightly bearded, with grey and black curls and an aged, but rugged look to his face. The worn out jeans and shirt he wears tells you that he’s a civilian.

You swallow, unsure if you’re really alive. “Oh my god, thank you—“

“Strip,” he cuts in.

“What?”

He points the head of the rifle at your chest. “Well sweetness, I said to strip. Not much else to explain, seeing as that thing was on top of you, and drooling on your face.”

You shift your feet uncomfortably, not quite sure if he’s being serious. “But I didn’t get bit,” you tell him, the crack in your voice more apparent.

He smiles a little, the glint in his eyes mischievous but also cruel. It slowly dawns you about what this really is, and you feel your stomach flip. Fuck. Fuck. You should have never left FEDRA territory, and gone into the city without someone by your side.

He points the rifle at you a second time and you bristle. “Strip, girl.”

“I’ll tell FEDRA everything,” you bite back, “or I’ll scream.”

“Those FEDRA pill-popping fuckers will hang you ,” he counters, “and you may scream, just so long as you’re doing it for me.”

Pill-poppers? “Um, are you Joel?” You ask, the name familiar and also foreign on your tongue.

“Yes, dear. I sell narcotics to FEDRA. Sometimes I sell it to kids like you.”

“I can buy your entire supply if you let me go.”

“No, I prefer the other option,” he drawls, “and I ain’t gonna ask again. He cocks the gun, and the air in your lungs constrict.

“Okay, okay!” You yell.

Slowly, almost like you’re teasing him, your shaky hands pull your T-shirt over your head. The shirt falls to ground where you step out of your worn chucks.

Joel whistles. You watch his black eyes look at your lips, then your neck, and finally your bare chest. He pulls the strap on his rifle, and pushes the damn thing behind him. Your mouth sighs in quiet relief but it falls short.

“Jeans next, sweetie,” he sighs, the tent in his own jeans growing tighter, and tighter.

“N-No.”

“Oh yes,” he says back. “You see, I don’t take kindly to helpless little girls like you. Something about y’all should know better than to traipse around so recklessly.”

He touches the strap that holds his rifle again—And it makes you grab the waist band of your jeans and pull them down. You step out of those too.

His mouth parts slightly, eyes heavy with carnal need. You whimper as he steps closer to you, your feet moving backwards until your behind hits the trunk of a rusted over car. It’s one of those nicer cars, the kind that would make any woman before ‘03 slobber all over the person who’s driving them. Too bad that’s not the case here.

“You see? Nothing bit me,” you gripe.

“I can see that clear as day,” Joel says quietly. He puts muscled arms on either side of your person, encroaching you further into the car. “I’ll cut you a deal. You’re gonna let me do everything I want to do to you, and in exchange, you won’t end up like your friend over there—” He points at the cordycep that almost mauled you, and then looks at your face, his body language impatient.

“Fine.” You tell him, resigned

You don’t have time to register what happens before his warm, almost burning hands grab you by the waist and haul you up onto the car. He pulls your pubic bone against his clothed member and you can feel it. You groan, the feeling of being wanted foreign, but also new and exciting.

A veiny hand yanks his leather belt apart. He slides it out from his waistband and then grabs both your wrists, firmly tying them up in a rough knot. You let them rest above your head, the blood in your body shifting downward and into your arousal. But despite the natural reactions you’re having, the position is almost awkward. He’s leaning over you like he’s about to make love to you. You look away, but gasp when he palms your mound.

Almost immediately a thick finger pushes into your folds, and then another, edging you and causing you to buck your hips against his knuckles. You whine deep in your throat. He’s pulling them out and pushing them in in a way that’s making you writhe impatiently. Finally he stops and gives you a break, only to crouch down and press something hot and wet against your cunt.

You squeal, your legs kicking upwards, but he grabs your hip in an unforgiving grip, and pins you down as he lets his thick muscle of a tongue explore your wetness.

“I’ll fucking kill you,” you say in between gasps.

He groans, his tongue deep in your wet hole and lapping up your essence. “No you won’t,” he mutters, swirling his tongue even more into your inner folds. You cry out, unable to hold back anymore as he draws out the first ever orgasm of your life. His hands pin your hips flat against the car as you cum; crying out and shaking in his firm grasp.

When your orgasm subsides, you pant heavily, unable to speak. When you do, the words get caught in your throat because he’s undoing the belt around your hands and wrapping it around your neck.

“Wait—“ You tell him, only to be cut off.

Instead he yanks you off the car with the belt, and turns you around so that your front is facing the trunk. You feel pressure on the small of your back and it causes you to fall forward; your cheek pressed hard against the glass. And his hard member pushing snugly into your backside.

He pulls it out of his briefs, and drags it up and down your slick cunt. The both of you groan when he dips the head of his cock slightly into your folds.

“You’re gonna cry out my name and you’re gonna like doing it,” he bites out. Without warning he slides the whole thing in, pushing himself all the way until he can’t anymore. “Beg,” he demands, and you cry out his name, squirming as fucks you hard and fast.

“Joel—Oh Joel—” You moan.

Because you’re so sensitive from before, you cum just as easily as you did minutes ago, and the feeling forces you to let out a high pitched squeal; the sound making him to thrust harder. “—From now on,” he grunts, snarling a fist firmly into your hair, “you’re my bitch and you’ll do as I say without backtalk.”

“Yes,” you cry.

“Yes what?”

“Yes Joel!”

Joel thrusts his cock more into you, earning cries of your own, and he feels his hips stutter. The start of an orgasm finds him, and he swears loudly, losing himself in your warmth. You feel how much more wet you are with his semen inside you, and he fucks you even after he cums; that white, warm essence dripping down in between your legs.

When he pulls out he leans over your back, his clothed chest pressing hotly against your bare skin. His teeth nip your ear and you moan softly, overwhelmed with his smell.

“Next time, you take the short way outta here, not the long way,” he says behind your ear.

#dark!joel miller #dark!joel #dark!joel x reader #joel miller #joel miller fanfiction

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tearitar · 2 years ago

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[destiny wip] the one where s14 plans to gambit

featuring one of my favorite combos: osiris/s14 + a very stressed drifter

unsure when i will finish the rest of it but i am extremely fond of the first section so here it is.

The weekend usually brings about the same crowds toward Saint’s ship in the hanger. Occasionally a new face shows up, eager to try their hand at Trials, and Saint is more than happy to let them in. Late nights tend to be the most popular times for full matches, which leaves his weekend mornings free to feed the resident hanger birds and clean up shop.

The birds have been fewer this early morning, and the hanger remains quiet. The sun has barely risen, glowing its muted orange. Saint enjoys the view, sitting on one of his ammo crates and sprinkling some birdseed from time to time. Despite Osiris’ arguments, it’s just as good as a cup of coffee. Maybe even better.

Still, a cup of coffee would be nice. Saint is about to get up and procure himself one when he sees someone slinking over to his… general vicinity. Their eyes meet. Saint only feels a little shocked to see the Drifter some steps away.

For a moment, neither of them move. Saint gives a short wave, in case Drifter isn’t actually here to see him then at least he’s given a greeting. But, against all odds, Drifter starts approaching in earnest, giving off an incredible aura of nervousness and, strangely enough, determination.

“Good morning! Are you here for a Trials card?” Saint asks dubiously, but not totally devoid of hope.

“After what y’all put me through last time?” Drifter sniffs. “Hell no, brother.”

Saint deflates a little. Ah, well. Their last Trials outing had been fun, in Saint’s opinion. Drifter obviously doesn’t have the same sentiments, which is a shame. Drifter had done remarkably well despite all his protesting. A man who can complain and put up a decent fight at the same time isn’t one who’d been using all his faculties. Saint wonders what’ll put someone like the Drifter through his paces.

“Hm.” Saint lets out a huff of static. “So how may I help you? A new scam?”

Drifter doesn’t seem bothered by the comment. “No scam here.”

The pause that follows after doesn’t give Saint much confidence, but Drifter appears to be gearing himself up to say his next piece. Saint politely waits. The pigeons peck at his boots, trilling, so he sprinkles another handful on the ground.

“I’m just—ah. Look,” Drifter begins, eyeing the pigeons rather than Saint himself. “I have some information you might be interested in. As a fellow associate to the Vanguard.”

“You can send the information to my Ghost. I thought we were already contacts,” Saint says, apologetically, about to wave Geppetto in, but Drifter shakes his head.

“This is a little more sensitive. I’m trying to be tactful here,” Drifter says through gritted teeth. He blows out a sigh, sounding like he’s ripping off a bandaid. “So, just thought you’d like to know. Your man Osiris signed himself up for a Gambit match.”

Saint takes in this new information with what little grace he can manage. “He what?”

“You heard right. He paid for admission and everything.”

“Pull him out.”

Drifter looks almost as annoyed as he does. “He paid me extra for admission. It’s not in my interest to pull him out without his permission. He’ll think I scammed him.”

“Well, it won’t be in your interest if he gets killed playing one of your games,” Saint says, low.

Drifter shuffles his feet, like he wants to agree but instead he stands up a little straighter with a scowl. “Look. I’m only passing along an observation. The guy was a top notch Guardian back in the day when he had the Light. And for what it’s worth, I did tell him he might not do so well in Gambit without it. I told him multiple times, actually, and he just threw more Glimmer at me to shut up. What could I do, you know?”

Saint-14 puts his pouch of birdseed to the side. It leaves his hands free to clench them into fists, gloves creaking against the strain.

Drifter obviously notices. He throws his hands up in exasperation. “You think I’m a dummy? That’s why I’m here. I’m sayin’ you go get him. He sure as hell didn't listen to me.”

The idea has some merit. Osiris is stubborn at best with Saint so it makes sense he’d be impossible with Drifter.

“Fine,” Saint says. “Put me in.”

Drifter flicks him a green coin. “It’s a thousand Glimmer for the entry fee.”

Saint catches it, turning the coin in his palm. The Vex symbol glints in the weak morning light. “You said no scam.”

Drifter doesn’t seem to be aware of which coin he’d given him. Judging from his careless shrug, the man truly seems to regard himself as blameless. “It ain’t. This is doing business. There’s a buy-in for everyone. Gambit needs a lot to keep running — running safely, if you catch my drift.”

Saint stands up. He drops his hand on Drifter’s shoulder. He gives it a reassuring squeeze. “Drifter. Your tenacity is admirable.”

He can feel Drifter’s muscles tense under his palm. The man starts to look a little paler. It’s a little mean, Saint-14 can admit, and it’s not like he’s short on Glimmer. But the principle of the matter still remains; he’d rather not be hoodwinked and he’s not above relaying that message.

“I can discount you fifty percent. Ex-Vanguard special,” Drifter says, sharp as a tact. Amazing how quick on the uptake some people can get with the right pressure. When Saint’s hold loosens, he steps back with a strained smile. “And I can sub you in as a Sentry. You’d make a good fit.”

“No.”

Drifter’s strained smile disappears. “No?”

“I’ve read up on your Gambit matches from Shin Malphur’s reports,” Saint says, ignoring how Drifter frowns at the name. “I will go as an Invader.”

Drifter gets a gleam in his eye. A little bit of hunger, a lot more of greed. He flips one of his green coins. No doubt he has a bias for the more vicious role. “Ohoho, interesting. Done.”

Satisfied, Saint leans away. “Put me on the opposite team as well.”

Drifter’s coin goes flying from his fingers. It pings off the ground, scaring a couple of pigeons into the air.

“Uh,” he starts. “I thought you’d want to get Osiris back.”

Saint shrugs. “And I will. Easily.”

Drifter’s mouth stays shut for an extended amount of time before he opens it again, his voice a little weaker. “Just so we’re clear, Saint, bein’ an Invader ain’t about protecting anything. You’d have to kill-”

“Extremely easily then.”

The good thing about having a longstanding reputation is the general lack of opposition when it comes down to doing things your way. Drifter looks like he understands the concept or, at the very least, resigned to it.

“Alrighty then,” Drifter says, braving Saint-14’s firm handshake. “See you in a couple of hours.”

#typans #destiny #o14 #saint 14 #wip

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bi-buckrights · 2 years ago

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✨Fuck it Friday✨

Thanks for the tags y’all 💕 @loserdiaz @monsterrae1 @disasterbuckdiaz @hippolotamus @spotsandsocks

I was inspired by @spotsandsocks to share 4 snippets where the love is revealed for 4 old fics 🥰

Below cut since this got long

Sometime Around Midnight | 6k

Eddie’s face softens, and Buck’s heart jumps to his throat as he falls in love with Eddie again and again, more and more. He sees it now, in Eddie’s kind, brown eyes that look at Buck with so much tenderness and care. Love. Eddie is in love with him. It’s the same way Eddie always looks at him, and Buck thinks of what an idiot he’s been. He didn’t know, but suddenly everything is so clear. Every time Eddie welcomed Buck into his home, every time Eddie placed a reassuring hand on Buck’s shoulder, every time they cooked together or took a day trip with Chris. Love had been there.

Buck takes one last step closer, bringing him right in front of Eddie. He tracks the movements of Eddie’s throat as he swallows and begins to speak, voice now quiet and unsure.

“Then who is it you want?” He looks up at Buck, hope glimmering in his eyes.

“You.” It comes out as a whisper, but it feels loud, important.

In a Beautiful Dream (You Wanted Me Like I Wanted You) | 3k

Eddie takes a deep breath, running a hand through his hair as he searches for the right words. “I always want you here, and I didn’t know what that meant,” he admits.

He takes one more step forward, close enough now that he has to look up at Buck. He captures Buck’s gaze, hoping Buck will see everything he’s trying to say in his expression. “But now I know.”

“What does it mean?” Buck’s voice comes out small and unsure. Eddie smiles softly at him.

“You don’t know?” He asks quietly, reaching for Buck’s hand that’s hanging at his side. Their fingers tangle together perfectly, and Eddie watches as Buck swallows, expression guarded and cautious.

“I need to hear you say it,” Buck whispers, “I can’t be wrong about this.”

Our Love is Like a Storybook Story | 45k

“I – I’m sorry Eddie,” he blurts before allowing Eddie a chance to speak. “I shouldn’t have said those things. It was late, I must have been out of my mind, I don’t know why I would say something like that,” he attempts at making an excuse. Something flashes across Eddie’s face, and Buck thinks he looks disappointed for a moment. “So, you didn’t mean it?” Eddie clarifies. “No, I -” Buck almost says, of course he didn’t mean it. It was a joke, a prank, he was just teasing Eddie. But as Eddie stands in front of him, looking at Buck with an open expression and looking so beautiful, Buck can’t find it in himself to lie about how he feels. He swallows back his fear. “I meant it.” “Good,” Eddie says quietly, stepping into Buck’s room.

Bottled Poetry | 7k

“Eddie, I’m sorry,” his voice sounds wrecked, and it just makes Eddie feel worse. Of course, Buck is apologizing for not returning his feelings, and of course Buck feels awful about it. “I didn’t realize pretending to be in a relationship with me made you uncomfortable. I should’ve noticed, I’m sorry.” Eddie’s mind races to keep up, suddenly feeling like Buck is having a different conversation, but Buck continues. “We can tell Angela the truth if that will make you feel better, or we can just order food to our room, so we don’t have to see anyone else and we don’t have to lie about us. I’m sorry, Eddie, I didn’t mean to ruin this weekend.” “Ruin this… Buck what are you talking about?” “You want to stop pretending…” he says slowly, almost cautiously. And maybe it’s because he hates that Buck is beating himself up over it, or maybe it’s because of the wine still flowing through his veins, but he’s unable to stop the words that come out of his mouth. “Buck, I want to stop pretending because I want this to be real.”

Tagging just in case @rogerzsteven @911onabc @honestlydarkprincess @thewolvesof1998 @heartshapedvows @eddiebabygirldiaz @wildlife4life @giddyupbuck @bekkachaos @spaceprincessem @cowboy-buddie

#fuck it friday #buddie #buddie fic #my writing

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smallestapplin · 3 years ago

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I want someone to save the MC from volo. Can we maybe have sneasler witness the situation and go warn one of the nearby wardens? I really just want to see volo get his ass kicked.

I am very proud of myself with how much y’all like these and my writing! Thank you guys so much!

And of course you can! Lady Sneasler always coming in to save something.

Y’all are getting a wild combo of wardens beating Volo’s ass. (Like one punch but it’s fine.)

Asks are open!

To Lady Sneasler you were one of her own, just another weird kit of hers along side Warden Ingo, she valued you and was more than happy to help, even though her claws are sharp she makes sure to clean you when you call for her, her weird kit doesn’t like them though, but you’re messy and need one, so deal with it.

You had been calling her a bit frequently around the obsidian fields so she’s been sticking close by in case you call, but she has a bad feeling, her instincts tell her something isn’t right, just for piece of mind the climbing Pokémon goes to check on you, figuring you’re working she climbs up the top of rock, the one above the heights camp site, looking around she doesn’t seem to spot you, looking down, a little ways away at the start of the slope is you.

But you’re thrashing, you look tied and with that weird man carrying you, it’s doesn’t take her long to let out a pained yowl, startling the professor and guards at her sudden loud sound, watching her speed climb down.

“What’s wrong with her?” A guard asks the professor.

Laventon looks just as panicked as Lady Sneasler “I’m unsure, that kind of sounded like she’s in pain, maybe we should call for her warden?”

They didn’t get anytime to stop her before the large Pokémon was gone, running right passed them like her life depended on it, her kit was in danger! She doesn’t have time to wait around.

Minutes tick by, everyone at the camps scared to move, it was late, the only source of light being the moon and a few torches, everyone waiting to see if she’ll come back.

A sad cry echoes in the night sky.

A few more as if it’s a mother calling for her child.

Eventually Sneasler comes back, distressed and frantic, but they can’t understand her, but she hands something to the professor, a pokeball?

“Where did you find this Lady Sneasler?” He doesn’t know who it belongs to.

“Okay everyone stand back, and get your Pokémon ready, we don’t know if the Pokémon in this ball likes strangers or not so let’s stay on guard.”

Once everyone did as instructed, pokeballs at the ready, Laventon tosses the ball, releasing the Pokémon within it.

His eyes widen, his throat suddenly dry, that’s your Pokémon, that’s the starter he gave you, the samurott looking around in clear distress, crying out, as if calling for you, frantically looking around.

“Isn’t that the hero’s starter? Lady Sneasler-“

“Did something happen to them?” Laventon feels his gut twist into knots when the noble nods.

You’d never leave without your starter, you even told him he’d never take Sammy (as you affectionately called him) off your team, that this samurott was your baby, and you’ve proved that to him, especially out here in the wild, sure most Pokémon around here are a bit weaker if you stay on the path, but you never do, so what happened? Lady Sneasler must’ve seen it and that’s why she ran earlier.

“We must get back to Jubilife NOW! We must inform the commander and Cyllene, we need an emergency meeting with the clan leaders and their wardens!” Laventon shouts, packing up all that was needed quickly.

Everyone joining, the professor puts your samurott back into his ball and the quickly make their way back.

The meeting however is not going smoothly.

“You lost the hero!?” Was the first thing Kamado yelled

“Aren’t you suppose to be watching them and protecting them out there!” Adaman was next

“Y/n must be so scared!” Rei is crying, you’re like an older sibling to him.

The professor gentling patting the young boys back trying to sooth him while dealing with this mess “the hero is a hero for a reason! They are very strong and capable of taking care of themself, that’s why I believe they weren’t taken my a Pokémon.”

“You so think a person took them?” Ingo inquired, his hand resting on Lian’s shoulder while the youngest warden held onto his tatter coat.

“I do, the hero has been attacked by Pokémon countless times, and we have always found them, but a human would move them.” Laventon was grateful to finally have someone clam.

“Then who do we need to beat up!” Lian was trying to be strong, you are always so kind and help him look for ores.

“I called for this emergency meeting so we can cover more ground, I want- would like-“

“I want every last one of your searching every corner of this land, I want no stone left unturned, I want y/n found, if anything happened to them I will let this whole region feel my wrath, do I make myself clear.”

The room stares at Cyllene in shock, her stoic giving away nothing, but her voice was a mix of rage and worry.

“Yes ma’am.” The room echoed and with that they were off.

Everyone searching high and low, the nobles you usual call search to each gave a cry to call for you themselves.

“I’m sorry but aside from the incident spot Ursaluna can’t find their scent.” Calaba shakes her head.

Lian and Mai let out frustrated sighs.

“There has to be a scent though! The professor says they were taken by a human, so another human scent as to be around here somewhere, right?” The small cowboy looks at Mai looking for back up, and she nods.

“Surely there has to be something.”

The wardens spoke, trying to come up with something, Ursaluna walked towards a tree sniffling around it before taking deep heavy breaths, the loud huffing sounds catching the threes attention.

“Did you find a scent?” Mai asks, the noble nods.

“Calaba can you alert the others, I’ll go with Ursaluna, Lian you help you can cover more ground you go tell the others too.”

The three nods and head off in their separate directions.

Everyone stood at the base of the turnback cave, staying close so no wild Pokémon attacks them.

“There are two ways we are getting up there, Lady Sneasler, and Lord Braviary.”

The group looks at Adaman before back up.

“Who will we send though? It’s already been a while, I’m sure the hero is hurt.” Iscan shakes a bit “I brought extra things of food, water, and medicine just in case it’s bad.”

Palina pats the large man’s shoulder “that should be more than enough, you’re too kind.”

The leaders look towards each other “Lady Sneasler only likes her warden, so Ingo will have to go, what about Lord Braviary?” Irida inquires.

Adaman hums “Lord Braviary has no real set ones, just ones Sabi has deemed worthy, hmm.”

Gaeric pipes up “I’ll go, the hero maybe an odd one, but after all they have done it’s the least I can do!”

“Then it’s set, when need you two in and out, quickly before we can allow anything more to happen to them.”

With quick nods the wardens were off, even more so with their nobles panicked and wanting you back as fast as possible, once up the dismounted the nobles and left them on the rims of the cave.

“We should do this quietly, we don’t know if the kidnapper is with them right now.”

Ingo nods, knowing his volume it would be disastrous to gain anyones attention, cautiously the move, hands to their pokeballs every step of the way, peeking into the cave hoping they could see something, very faintly they see two figures, looking towards each other they move further in the cave, eyes adjusting to the dim light, Gaeric’s face morphs into shock, Ingo has to bite back a gasp.

In the length of time you’ve been missing, which has been a week and two days since they had to get to the coastlands and over to the opposite side of the land, you look so beaten.

In the dim light they can see blood around your mouth, your nose looks like it’s been bleeding too, a black eye fading away, bruising around your neck and just from what they can see.

You look exhausted, but Volo, who looks much better, is littered with bite wounds on his hands and forehead bruising, the wardens guess you’ve been giving him his moneys worth.

Gaeric moves quickly along side Ingo, the blue haired man tackling Volo, getting him away from you, Ingo gently grabbing you, calling for Lady Sneasler who comes rushing in, putting you in the safety of the basket, heart breaking at your pained whine as he curls you into the basket and sending Sneasler on her way, his attention turns back to the struggling men.

Gaeric is strong and has no problem pinning Volo down, the blonde merchant on his stomach, hands behind his back, Gaeric holding both of the blondes wrists with one hand while the other stays to the center of Volo’s back.

“I don’t think banishment is good enough for the likes of you!” Gaeric’s voice filled with venom.

“I’d have to agree, not only kidnapping and harming y/n you put everyone in danger, are you really that selfish?” Ingo’s glare was fierce, his booming voice filling the cave.

Volo struggles managing to free one arm and clocking Gaeric in the face, who knows turn throws his head back before quickly throwing a punch of his own, a solid hit, the cracking sound and probably the former merchants nose and Volo was out like a light.

“Should I call Lady Sneasler to carry him down or should we toss him?”

Gaeric gives a full bellied laugh at the other wardens very serious question.

“As much as I’d enjoy tossing him over I doubt Irida would appreciate that, would Lady Sneasler even do so?”

They both shrug but if not they can get Braviary, another call to Sneasler and she doesn’t arrive, Ingo tries three more times and on the final call she appears, looking upset.

“I apologize my lady, but we must move Volo so the commander can deal with him appropriately.”

Sneasler growls, but allows it, once Gaeric ties Volo’s wrists and ankles together they toss him in her basket and she was off, giving Ingo a nod that she’d be back, Gaeric was the first to leave, allowing Ingo a moment.

Silver eyes glance around the cave, trying to see any evidence of anything else, he could see droplets of blood but that was to be expected, but he doesn’t see anything by the time Sneasler comes back for him.

Once down he rejoins the group, Iscan patched you up, it was a little difficult with you being unconscious but he made it work, the rest of your care should be done by the nurses at the village.

Your arrival filled both clans and the village with great relief, but then pain, the state you were in sent some into a panic, more so when the civilians learned it was a person.

Ginter shook his head in shame, Volo really out done himself this time hadn’t he.

You were to rest in the medical ward, guards stationed everywhere Cyllene could put them, each with note clips as a visitor sheet that everyone was forced to sign in they wanted to see you.

You laid in that bed for a day before waking up, groaning in pain.

“Oh thank the Sinnoh’s!”

You recoiled at the loud voice and whine.

“Oh I’m sorry dear, we didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Glad to see you’re awake.”

Opening your eyes fully after adjusting to the light, Laventon and Rei are at either side of you, the door connecting Cyllene’s office and the medical ward wide open as she walks over to you.

You take in your state, you realize they got the sticky shit off you, but some patches of your skin tender from it, you can finally move your arms and legs, the muscles hurt from being in one position and not being used, but it was nice.

“Hey guys.” Your voice sounded so weak, your throat so dry, you give a lopsided smile to Rei while he hands you some water that you drink greedily.

“You had us so worried, everyone was out looking for you.”

You look confused at the professors words.

“Everyone?”

“Yes I called an emergency meeting, Sneasler saw what happened and wasn’t too happy about it, in fact all the nobles were upset at your disappearance, the leaders and wardens all got together to look for you, and when we found you we-“ the professor stops talking, eyes filling with tears, voice breaking, gently he holds you hand “I was so worried about you, we all were.”

You squeeze Laventon’s hand.

“I hate to ask this of you y/n, but can you tell us what happened exactly? I need it for a report and to properly punishing that bast-“ Cyllene takes a deep breathe “before punishing Volo.”

You explained the story, taking many drinks of water in between, you almost stopped seeing w her expression turn dark and Rei crying while he grabs your other hand.

“Thank you, you’re off work for the next few months and I will not be argued about it, understood?”

“Yes ma’am” you croak out, nearly missing her subtle smile.

Laventon jerks away “oh I almost forgot! The reason we knew what Sneasler was upset about, I guess during your struggle you dropped someone.”

Confused you watch him throw a pokeball and gasp at the sight of your baby.

“Sammy! Oh my sweet baby angel!” The otter Pokémon cries at the sight of you, quick to shove Laventon out of the way to be the closest to you, purring and nuzzling against you while you pet him.

“I’m sorry for all the trouble I’ve cause.”

“Dear you didn’t do anything wrong, we are just happy you’re alive.”

A knock on the door frame catches your attention.

“I apologize if we are interrupting.” Ingo grips the brim of his hat.

Lian comes barking towards your bed “your awake! Are you feelin okay? You bout gave me a heart attack!” The boy hugs you best he can in your bed, laughing you hug him back, trying not to wince at moving your arm to hold him.

Mai and Ingo are behind him “we each brought you a get well gift, I’m sure the other will stop by some time with theirs.” Mai hands you a few books that you had talked about wanting to read “I thought since you’re going to be stuck here for a while it’ll give you something to do.”

“You’re too kind Mai.” You stare in awe at the detail of the covers, Mai smiling smugly.

Ingo hands you one of his blankets from his camp site, you always made a point to use it when visiting him, always saying it was your favorite before nuzzling into it “I’m not good at making things, so I thought something you found comfortable with be best in such a place.”

“Thank you Ingo.” Your grin infectious, almost making his stoic face break.

Next was Lian, handing you an awkwardly made stuffed toy of Kleavor, the young warden looks away a little embarrassed “I made it myself, I thought…maybe something to hold could be comforting.”

“Thank you Lian, I love it, I’ll keep it safe.”

His own expression turns as smug as Mai’s.

“We wish we could stay longer, but we still have things to do.” Which you understood, Mai is a warden too, they all are so they are busy with their duties.

“But we will visit whenever we can!” The little cowboy states.

“I am here in the village more often these days, I will be here until you are better and then I’ll move back to the training ground.”

Your heart melts at all the love and care, you didn’t even know how long you’d been gone, days quickly blurred together in the dark cave, so to be surrounding by so much tender love and care, you could feel your eyes burning, wanting to cry.

“I just…thank you guys so much, being stuck with Volo in that cave was…it was a nightmare, I’m so grateful for all of you and everything you do.”

The wardens share looks of worry between each other and Rei and the professor, but the nod and bidding their farewells.

“I’m going to take the worlds fattest nap if you guys don’t need anything else…I’m very tired.”

You curl up with the blanket Ingo gave you and the Kleavor plushie Lian made you, you’ll read those books later, you’re so exhausted.

“Sleep well!” Rei calls out before leaving.

“We will protect you, you’re safe here, so rest easy.” Laventon squeezes your hand like you did his earlier and takes his leave.

You fall asleep knowing you’re loved.

#pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokémon #pokemon fanfic #pokemon ingo #pokemon x reader #pokemon gaeric #pokemon wardens #Volo gets his shit ROCKED #Cyllene might kill a man

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sirenfromthelostcity · 3 years ago

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The Contingency

A/N: Hiya! okay so couple things, firstly I realize that my portrayal of Damian might be a lil different from some on here but honestly i feel like when Damian is in love this boy falls HARD so he’s gonna be hella romantic with his partner bc he feels safe and he not only love his partner but his love is reciprocated. The more above it all they are, the harder they fall. im not sure if that’s a saying but it applies. Second, this blurb/chapt is a sort of pre-logue to the part 4 of my Movie Night series and it is a lil different from the regular tone of how the story’s been going so pls let me know if y’all like it, if you agree with what Damian did or didn’t do. I’m honestly really unsure of it all now lmao if anything I might just delete this and pretend it never happened lol my anxiety is really acting up. PLLLEEAASSEE tell me your thoughts on how the story is progressing and if you’re enjoying it!!! It really means a lot to me plus it’s nice knowing ppl are enjoying the stuff i’m putting out <3 <3 <3 okay toodles for now and enjoy!!

P.S. Next chapt might be inspired by the new Dr. Strange Multiverse of Madness Movie but no spoilers!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 3.5

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Damian sat in front of the computer in the Batcave, begrudgingly analyzing the files before him. This was the second time he was reviewing them. He had hoped that if he missed something it'd stand out to him the second time around. So far, no such luck.

It started out with a string of robberies, nothing Batman couldn’t handle. Then he found out the robberies were orchestrated by a man calling himself The Scientist in order to finance a new drug he was creating, Project Ambrosia. Allegedly, it was supposed to temporarily give people metahuman abilities. However, if you already possessed such abilities the drug was rumored to increase your powers to omnipotent levels.

This definitely wasn’t good news for Gotham. Fortunately, The Scientist was apprehended. Unfortunately, this wasn’t done so before the drug was finalized or before word of its completion made its way to Killer Croc and Bane.

It was two nights ago when Bruce had his encounter with the two as they tried to steal the drug for themselves. Fighting them both simultaneously was difficult even for someone like Batman but when Killer Croc managed to inject himself with the drug the situation quickly became much more catastrophic. Bruce quickly realized the rumor of the drug’s effect on metahumans was true. With the drug in Killer Croc’s veins he was able to leave Bane in critical condition and Batman was next to receive his wrath. He knew he had to act fast and so he destroyed the remainder of the drugs but not without sustaining perilous injuries from Killer Croc’s amplified rage.

Thankfully Dick and Damian intervened before more damage could be inflicted upon their father but Killer Croc still managed to retreat. So far there’s been no news on Killer Croc. However, they’ve all recently been informed by Jim Gordon that there was a second variation of the drug and it was stolen last night.

Damian rubbed at his temples in exhaustion and frustration as he failed to find any clues within the files. To add to his annoyance his one year anniversary with (Y/N) was approaching by the end of the week and considering how the case was progressing, or not progressing, he doubted he’d be back home in time.

He could hear Dick and Bruce talk about potential leads behind him as Dick cleaned a wound on Bruce’s back that he couldn’t reach. It was then Damian volunteered to do more recon at the lab where The Scientist was apprehended.

Frankly, he felt like he had exhausted all the information the files had to offer and just wanted to stretch his legs and clear his mind. It was as he was closing up all the files he had opened that he saw it.

It was a hidden section within the files that he’d never seen before. Had he not accidentally scrolled further down he doubted he would’ve found it either.

Why would his father try to hide this? His curiosity was piqued. In the hidden section there was only one file.

The Scarlet Witch

Upon clicking it, half a dozen pictures of (Y/N) scrambled across the screen, one of them being a picture taken of her on her very first day on earth. There was also a strange, dark illustration within the files. Damian did not recognize the being but he was able to make out the figure of a female body along with her hair, some strange symbols, and what looked to be a crown. Admittedly, the image looked a little threatening. Next to the pictures appeared various notes on (Y/N)’s abilities, voice memos, records, and even videos of her in battle. Damian recalled the fights, as he was there when they happened, but his father was not. Then he remembered the recording lenses he wears when donning his caped alter ego.

He was peeved at the thought of his father combing through his personal recordings without asking, it was an invasion of privacy afterall, but he was also confused.

Why would father steal my recordings? Why create this file? How long has he been keeping this from me?

Dozens of questions flooded his mind but as he read further into the file, he began getting angry…

“What… the hell…is this?”

It came out as a whisper but his anger was loud and clear.

Bruce and Dick both turned to look at him.

Dick was confused at the files on the screen. Meanwhile, Bruce remained indifferent despite the argument that was about to ensue.

“YOU HAVE A CONTINGENCY PLAN FOR MY PARTNER?!” Damian yelled as he confronted his father.

Dick backed up and looked at Bruce in disbelief, seemingly unaware of Bruce’s plans either. “Really Bruce?”

“Explain yourself!” Damian snarled at his father.

“I don’t have to explain anything,” he rose from his seat to meet his challenge. “You both know more than anyone what my contingency plans are made for. They’re a precaution.”

“A preca- Bruce, she’s a kid,” Dick interjected.

“A kid who was able to subdue Superman while he was under demonic possession,” Bruce corrected. He walked to the computer, “And she’s not just a kid.”

Bruce clicked on one of the images from the file and the image of the strange illustration was enlarged on the screen.

“‘The Scarlet Witch is not born; she is forged. She has no coven, no need for incantation. A being capable of spontaneous creation. Her destiny is to rule the cosmos or annihilate it.’”

The way he spoke made it clear he was reciting the information which added to Damian and Dick’s confusion.

“Where’d you get this info from?” inquired Dick.

“More importantly, what does this have to do with (Y/N)?” Asked Damian. “She doesn’t use magic, she’s not a witch.”

“Zatanna learned it from Constantine and she informed me of this when she became aware of (Y/N) and her abilities.” Bruce looked to Damian, “From what we know of her abilities and feats, Zatanna and I believe she may be The Scarlet Witch. Although she hasn’t exemplified everything yet this could be due to lack of opportunity or knowledge or both. I’m not taking any chances if she is who we suspect she is. I imagine she told you about how she acquired her powers?”

Damian, who was currently glaring at his father with his arms crossed, nodded. “They tortured her,” he looked away and his eyes softened as he reminisced on what (Y/N) had told him, the trauma she experinced. “They conducted several experiments on her. One of them involved an ancient stone.”

“An infinity stone?” Bruce asked.

“She didn’t specify.”

“You didn’t ask her more about it?” He pressed.

“Did I ask her to recount in explicit detail what were objectively the worst moments of her life? No, I did not,” Damian’s glare returned.

“Okay, okay,” Dick motioned to them both to cool down. “Tales of omnipotent witches make great stories to tell around the campfire, B, but you’re telling me you created a whole contingency plan based on hearsay? That doesn’t sound like you.”

“Because it’s not hearsay. According to Constantine, there is a whole chapter dedicated to The Scarlet Witch in the Darkhold.” On hearing this, Damian's shoulder’s tensed. “It is also referred to as the book of the-”

“Damed,” cut in Damian and everyone’s attention set on him.

“You’re familiar with the darkhold?” asked Bruce.

“Unfortunately,” Damian rolled his eyes. “Grandfather went through great lengths in attempt to attain the legendary book.”

“Hold on, why would Ra’s want some scary sounding book in the first place?” Dick scrunched his eyebrows in confusion.

“Legend surrounding the book claimed that it gave whoever possessed the book great power or it would amplify your own if you already possess it,” Damian shrugged. “It was also said to contain knowledge of dark magic but none of it came without a price. The book was said to corrupt anything and everything it touches. At least according to legend. But that’s all this is, legend. The book doesn’t exist.”

“But it does,” said Bruce. “And according to the darkhold, The Scarlet Witch is supposed to be a myth.”

“Then why do you have this file? Why are we even having this conversation? What did (Y/N) do to deserve this kind of treatment? She’s only ever shown you kindness!”

“This isn’t personal, Damian,” Bruce slowly approached his son but it only caused him to back away instead. “From what we’ve seen, (Y/N) fits the profile. The possibility is too strong for me to ignore. It’d be reckless and foolish of me to not prepare for the worst, especially considering your relationship with her.”

Although Bruce said his words with genuine sincerity, it didn’t help Damian feel any better.

“She’d never hurt me,” Damian defended. “She’d never hurt anyone.”

“What about Dr. Light?”

“That was one time!” Damian pointed at Bruce.

“She didn’t just remove the air from his lungs, she temporarily rewrote their function. He described it as feeling as if his body was rejecting the air while simultaneously needing it. In his words, it was both excruciating and terrifying.”

“He still breathes now, doesn't he?”

“Damian-”

“Woah, wait, Bruce,” Dick called to him from the computer. Apparently while Bruce and Damian were talking, he was sifting through the files. “This contingency plan is reading more like an outline, it’s not complete.”

“Until I know the full extent of her power or find out of any limitations the plan will remain unfinished. She’s half Tamaranean but due to her powers what would normally weaken a Tamaranean does not affect her. As of now, our best bet would be Zatanna’s magic to counteract her own. If she is who I think she is, anything I throw at her would be useless.”

“Wow,” Dick sighed as he leaned back in the chair and took in this information. It wasn’t often Bruce felt like he didn’t have many options to consider. Needless to say, he was feeling the gravity of the situation. “Wait, did you just say she rewrote Dr.Light’s lung functions?”

“Who cares? He was a villain anyways. (Y/N) would never do anything to hurt us,” argued Damian.

“Maybe not intentionally. But who is to know what could happen once she unlocks her full potential. At the moment, her ignorance benefits both her and the fate of this universe,” Bruce reasoned.

“What if it’s the opposite? What if by telling her what we know it helps steer her in the right direction?”

“Or inadvertently lead her in the wrong direction. Right now the less she knows, the better,” Bruce closed the files on the computer as if to conclude the discussion.

“Says you, father. I do not agree,” Damian turned to leave the Batcave, ignoring the calls and demands of his father.

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Damian made his way to one of the balconies of the manor and pulled out his phone and called (Y/N). After about three rings he received a rather groggy hello and he mentally scolded himself as he forgot all about the time difference.

“Sorry beloved, did I wake you?”

“You did but it’s you so it is a welcomed intrusion,” she giggled. “How are you, is everything okay?”

“I’m fine,” he paused and (Y/N) waited for him to continue but he didn’t.

“Are you sure? You seem a little,” she pondered for the word, “distressed.”

Normally he loved how she knew him so well but the moment he felt as if it was backfiring on him.

“I am- I mean, I am fine it’s just… we reached a stalemate in the case.”

“It seems as if you’ve been working on it for very long hours, perhaps a break would help to refresh your mind?”

“I thought the same as well.”

“And did it?”

“Did it what?”

“Refresh your mind,” she chuckled. “Dami, are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah- yes I just,” he sighed, he couldn’t do it. “I miss you, beloved. I’m sorry this case is taking longer than expected. This case ruined the plans I made for us for the week but I will still try to make it this weekend for our anniversary.”

“I miss you too, Dami. I really wish you were here but your father needs you and I completely understand the situation. Just come back to me in one piece okay, promise?”

If only Damian could see the dopey, heartfelt smile he adorned on his face.

“I promise, beloved. Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she lethargically sighed. “I’ve just been a little tired. I was having some stupid nightmares that were not really letting me sleep these past two days.”

“Apologies beloved, now I feel really bad for waking you up,” he groaned.

“No, no, it is fine. Really, they seemed to have stopped tonight, thankfully.”

“Do you wanna talk about them?”

(Y/N) hummed in thought and he could hear shuffling on her end.

“You don’t have to but you know you can talk to me. I want to know what ails you, perhaps I can help.”

“I just,” more shuffling, “I just didn’t want to alarm you or the Titans.”

“Why would it alarm us?”

“Well, you know that sometimes my dreams prove to be quite prophetic but only sometimes, it is not always the case.”

Damian hummed in agreement.

“Well, in this nightmare for some reason the Titans were battling me. The reason was never revealed and I always woke up before something catastrophic happened. But… the way they looked at me… the way you looked at me… like I was some monster… I would never purposely do anything to hurt you or the Titans. I do not know why my subconscious created such a horrible story…”

“It was just a dream, beloved. A very bad dream. We would never turn on you and we know you wouldn’t turn on us.”

“I know… like I said, it was just a stupid dream. But thank you for listening and the reassurance.”

“I’ll reassure you as many times as you need but for now I’ll let you sleep.”

“Alright, but you better go to bed soon, okay? You are three hours ahead of me so I know it is very late there.”

“I will,” he chuckled. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Dami. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

With their goodbyes said, Damian finally hung up the phone and if he were to be honest, with the information he was just given, he was a little alarmed. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that (Y/N) would never hurt him, the team, or anyone for that matter. Still, he understood his father’s plan and now agreed that perhaps the less she knew the better. Although he refrained from telling her of what he discovered, he never lied throughout their conversation. He deeply missed her and he was sure of two things. One, that whether or not the case was solved he was going back to the Titans Tower, for at least the day of their anniversary. And two, that he was going to do everything in his power to prohibit her from becoming The Scarlet Witch.

A/N: I kinda tinkered with the powers of the darkhold here to fit the story a lil better but nothing too dramartic. I’ve had this idea of Batman having a contingency plan for you since you’re so powerful for such a long time and i thought it was kinda funny lol hope you enjoyed. Feedback is appreciated! Have a lovely day <3

History

Edit: forgot to mention y’all are 18-19 here so next part y’all will likely be like 19-20

#damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x you #Damian Wayne #scarlet witch reader #damian wayne x scarlet witch reader #batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #nightwing

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zero-braincells-left · 2 years ago

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ship opinions 🤡

disclaimer these are my opinions

ur opinions are also valid unless it’s adult/minor in which case I respectfully ask you to go jump off a bridge <3

david x gwen:

oooohohoho I used to love gwenvid so much

they,, they’re so cute together

but I don’t feel as strongly abt it anymore

overall I’ll give this an 8/10, I love it both as romantic or platonic :)

david x daniel:

0/10 booooo 🍅

daniel is a literary cultist and I hate him </3

(this applies for david or gwen x daniel or jen as well)

(ffs jen was a one-off character made for a joke. why do y’all even remember her 💀💀)

(daniel x jen I think is dumb and I couldn’t care less abt)

david x jasper:

9/10 jasper survives au or when they were both kids, I love them anyways

I can’t describe why. its just. a great ship

david or gwen x literally any other adult I didn’t mention is 0/10 and irrelevant

oh god. it’s camper time. time to be controversial :)

max x neil:

7(??)/10

i used to love this so much and I’m currently unsure as to where I stand on this ship

rn I think they’re just friends but

still cute

max x nikki:

0/10. they’re friends

i can’t describe why I despise this ship as much as I do but alas it just is this way

nikki x neil:

??/10

idk man

on the one hand. sibling dynamic my beloved

but i 100% did have a phase where i decided the sibling h was stupid and instead decided to ship them, and that little voice in the back of my head still likes the idea

but I also know everybody doesn’t like this ship and I too am prone to peer pressure (by online strangers)

so currently I have no strong feelings on this ship at all ig

max x nikki x neil:

1/10 maybe?? but they’re better as a friend group

..harrison x nerris:

do I even need to say it

10/10 I love them 😀😀

the lake lilac dance episode still drives me insane. they,, they 100% wanted to dance together you can literally tell in the episode shhduhdbhudbhudnjisnjisnjienjienjis

“they certainly are standing next to eachother” hell yes they are. all the time. nneuindhubehuhhrbugrbsiuhbhueinuhebeuhubsiuhbsyugvsyugvsgyunrnunrijhen

ok next

presner, harriston, and nerriston all get a solid 7/10 they’re pretty nice but nerrison is still my favorite

max x harrison:

0/10 no thanks

ok moving on

neil x harrison:

0/10 this is,, no,, I don’t like it idk why

I don’t.. no

max x nerris:

🤷/10

i don’t care for this one at all tbh u do I ig but

meh

Nerris x nikki:

1/10 cute in theory, I have no real complaints about them, just don’t ship it or see it happening

max x preston:

augh. I’ve been dreading this one because,, idk actually

i used to hate this one bc i just didn’t see it and I’ve felt that way for basically as long as I’ve been in this fandom but recently

I can.. sort of see it? a part of me does things it’s kinda cute, age hc (or in max’s case, just canon) is 10 & 12 which isnt horrible but do with that’s what you will

i give this one a solid 6/10 for now, maybe 5/10

ered x nikki:

0/10 nikki def has some sort of ‘crush’ on ered but I don’t ship it and it’s more just like younger kids idolizing older ones

also. ages in my hc is 10 & 15 so,, yeah no.

Ered x dolph:

0/10 no no and no. age hc is 8 and 15 no.

space kid x dolph:

5/10, could be cute but I prefer them as friends

max x space kid:

3.5/10

i think it’s kind of cute but I do not see it at all and don’t really ship it

nurf x anybody 0/10

i keep forgetting Nurf exists and I don’t like him so fuck off

ok I did it

#orea’s irrelevant thoughts #camp camp #im not tagging everyone

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alrightberries · 5 years ago

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Hi! So like what if Levi & F!Reader are like cuddling, and Levi over slept (maybe misses a meetings?) and Eren and his squad have to go find him and they see Reader and Levi all cuddly and stuffs. AND THEN Levi become super pissed bc they went into his quarters without permission and blah blah blah (you can decide the rest lolll) basically crack, fluff and humor lol. Please& thank uuu

the short end of the stick

❈ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

❈ genre: fluff, semi-crack ❈ word count: 3.3k

❈ summary: In which the 104th cadets were not prepared to find out that the terrifying and ever-intimidating Captain Levi... is a little spoon.

❈ trigger warnings: implied sex. brief mentions of blood and death. profanity

a/n: i made the reader gender neutral, hope y’all don’t mind. i had too much fun writing this and got kinda carried away. this is my first request ever and i’m glad that i finished it. enjoy!

Eren was shaking.

Sweat dripped down his forehead and his knuckles turned white from how hard he was clenching his fists, nails piercing his skin so harshly he swore it would draw blood. His heart angrily pumped inside his chest, every beat so strong he nearly anticipated for it to jump out of his ribcage at any given moment.

Fear.

He felt fear.

He puts a name to the feeling and it doesn’t make him feel any better. Ears ringing, lungs breathing rapidly as he tries to steady his fear-induced heart. He was hyperventilating. His eyebrows crease from his anxiousness and he feels his knees weaken, daring to give out beneath him. Was he actually shaking right now? He couldn’t even tell.

Vulnerable.

He felt vulnerable.

Eren had seen many horrors throughout his short lifetime. He saw the colossal titan rear its ugly head over Wall Maria as its foot smashed into the wall’s gates, debris flying throughout the district as a boulder crushed his home with his mother still inside. He saw his mother get snapped in half and eaten by a titan right before his very eyes at a tender age as he sat by and could do nothing but watch.

He was orphaned. Forced to grow up too soon, too fast just so he could say he survived. His entire district was left homeless, forced to become refugees as titans rampaged throughout the outer walls, forced plow the fields to combat the famine and hunger, forced to have 250,000 people go on what was essentually a suicide mission to appease the growing population.

He trained in the military. He trained for three gruesome years and had his physical and mental psyche crushed into dust beneath the boots of the commanding officer, only to be thrown into a battle—completely unprepared— with the titans once more before he could even graduate.

He saw his friends, his family, his brothers and sisters in arms get eaten. Killed. Murdered. Swatted away like flies by the very beasts he swore he’d kill.

And yet, nothing could prepare him for this.

Nothing could prepare him for the blood-pumping, adrenaline-induced terror at the mere thought of having to carry out his mission.

Nothing could prepare him for having to wake up Captain Levi from his nap.

Jean groaned. “Dammit, just fucking do it already.”

Eren is snapped out of his reverie, suddenly reminded that he wasn’t alone. His fellow soldiers stood behind him.

“Well if you’re so brave then why don’t you do it, horse-face?” He grits back, turning around and clenching his fists at his side.

He glimpses around the hallway and his eyes loom over his teammates’ amused faces, each painted with a shit-eating grin. Everyone was relieved that they weren’t the ones tagged with waking up the Captain from his nap.

Rumor around the base is, the last person from his original squadron (may they rest in peace) who had to wake up Captain Levi almost had his ear sliced off. Levi wasn’t even carrying any gear or anywhere near a knife.

One look at Mikasa told Eren that even she was glad she didn’t get picked for this task, and he shudders at the thought of being the poor bastard who had to lose his ear just so the Captain wouldn’t be late for his meeting. He quite liked having both of his ears attached to his head, thank you very much.

“It’s your task.”

“Yeah but why is it my task?!”

“Because you drew the short end of the stick, genius.” Jean replies easily.

Oh. Right.

“There has to be something we can do! Another plan. One that doesn’t involve waking up Captain Levi.” His eyes are pleading as he looks at his fellow soldiers, yet none of them seem willing to switch places with him.

Dammit. They were really going to make him work for it.

All his dignity is thrown out the window as Eren quickly gets on his knees and starts begging his friends, the shit-eating grins on their faces turning into wicked smiles as they watch him beg for mercy.

“Mikasa? What about you? Are you seriously going to let them send me to my death?” He asks, but Mikasa simply turns her head the other way as she speaks.

“He won’t kill you. Just sever your ear.”

Eren’s eye twitches.

She looks at him once more. “I’ll pick up your ear and ask the medical unit to sew it back on you. I’m sure they’ll understand.”

As proof, she holds up a glass jar and some tweezers. She had gloves on her hands.

God, he was going to kill his teammates.

Jean, apparently fed up with Eren’s incessant whining, marches towards him and grabs him by the collar, forcing him to stand up.

“Yeager, you trained in the military for three years. You’re a goddam titan shifter. You got kidnapped and held hostage. Three times. Waking up a growth-stunted man won’t be the last of you.”

Jean’s words are reassuring but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. No, his eyes are still amused. Very amused.

Scratch that, he wasn’t going to kill all his comrades. Just Jean. Jean and his extremely punchable horse-face.

Before he could even reply, Eren is shoved inside the Captain’s office with a quick “Off you go!” and the door is quickly shut behind him.

Fear.

This was truly fear.

Captain Levi’s office is empty, Eren notices. It’s spotless as always and tall shelves line every wall, each filled to the brim with books and documents. A lone door sits at the far right wall.

The Captain’s bedroom.

Slowly, with bathed breaths, he forces his legs to walk closer to the door that held his fate. Briefly, Eren thinks about getting some protective ear covers (just in case) but he quickly shoves that idea aside when he realizes that Jean and Conny were likely blocking the door from the outside.

That, and he concludes that the Captain would just break another part of his body. Maybe his hands. He didn’t need ears for handling ODM gear but he did need his hands.

“Captain?” Eren’s voice is weak but clear as he knocks on the door. “Captain Levi, you’re late for your meeting.”

He holds his breath for a few seconds, and there’s no response. He tries once more.

“Captain,” he repeats, louder this time. “Captain, you really need to wake up. Commander Erwin says your attendance is required for the meeting to start.”

But there’s still no response.

His hands are shaky and he’s still extremely nervous, but he knew Captain Levi’s presence was urgent to the meeting. Classified, Commander Erwin had said when he asked what it was about.

The third time Eren repeats his fruitless endeavors, he realizes that Captain Levi really wasn’t waking up any time soon.

He runs back to the door he came in from.

“Let me out!” He yells, hands throttling the doorknob as he tries to pull the door open but just as he suspected, Jean and Conny are sealing the exit and pulling at the doorknob as well.

“Let me out, dammit! Captain Levi won’t wake up, I don’t wanna die— just let me out!”

His feet are pressed up against the wall at this point and he manages to yank the door open by a few mere inches. A quick glimpse outside confirms his worse fears: all his friends are holding onto the doorknob as well, trying to keep the door closed. Even Mikasa.

He’d never felt so betrayed.

“You got this Eren!” His eyes drift to the back of the group where Sasha was smiling at him with a cheeky grin. “I’m sure the Captain won’t hurt you too badly when you wake him up.”

“No, fuck that! He’ll murder me and say it was because I went ape shit in titan form. He won’t even get arrested!”

It was when he made eye contact with Mikasa when he realized what true betrayal felt like.

“Good luck, Eren.” “No, don’t—!” Mikasa yanks the door close with one strong pull and he falls to the floor, on his ass.

The room is quite once more (save for the cheeky giggles on the other side of the door) and Eren brushes himself off as he stands up. He eyes the door to the Captain’s bedroom and he breathes in deeply when he comes to terms with what he has to do to wake the Captain from his deep slumber. He has to go inside.

He finds himself in front of the door once again, and this time his knocks are a little louder, a little more unsure, as he speaks. “Captain? I don’t think you’re waking up soon. I’m coming in.”

Slowly, he tells himself. Slowly.

Eren wasn’t sure what to expect when he opened the door to Captain Levi’s quarters. Maybe a torture chamber. Maybe swords and skeletons on the wall. Maybe a book on How To Murder With One Glare on a coffee table. He didn’t know.

But oddly, he thinks as he glances around, the Captain’s bedroom is... normal. The room’s dark, with its curtains drawn and the candles unlit. Tall shelves holding an impressive collection of books still line a portion of the walls. A bed is pressed up against the wall opposite the door, and there are two lumps underneath the blankets—

Wait.

Two lumps.

Two.

Captain Levi’s in bed with someone?

“Captain Levi,” Eren quietly calls out. He wonders who the hell managed to catch the Captain’s attention... or if someone even caught his attention at all. Captain Levi could just be hugging a pillow, he reasons. But Eren’s curiosity overtakes his fears and his legs start to walk closer towards the bed. “Captain?”

The blanket was pulled over the two sleeping lumps, and Eren gently tugs it down to reveal their faces.

No way.

No fucking way.

Briefly, Eren is speechless. His words get caught in his throat, hand frozen mid-air as he marvels at the sight of Humanity’s Strongest Soldier cuddled up within the arms of his lover. His normally stoic face is gone, replaced by relaxed eyes and a slightly ajar mouth, one cheek puffed up as it’s squished into his lover’s chest and his head is nuzzled into the crook of their neck. His arms disappear underneath the blankets, but judging by the fact that his lover’s arms were around him, Eren surmised that the Captain’s arms were most likely wrapped around his lover as well.

He looked innocent— cute, almost, and if Eren didn’t have to train under him everyday he might have actually believed that the Captain’s innocent sleeping face could be taken at face value.

Eren recognizes you, as well. He’s seen you around the base with your own squadron, an elite soldier with your own team of other elite soldiers. You’re known around the base as the squad leader who works their team to the ground, training your members so hard that they genuinely considered going to Captain Levi for comfort. But it wasn’t for naught, of course. Your squad’s survived longer than Captain Levi’s (again, may they rest in peace), barely making it out complete when the fiasco with the Female Titan occurred.

“Oi, Eren.” A voice behind him speaks, and Eren is briefly caught off guard as he turns around and makes eye contact with his comrades. Most likely, they got impatient with waiting for him and decided to see if he’d been murdered already.

Great, so now they decide they weren’t scared of going inside the Captain’s room.

“What’s taking so long?” Jean asks.

Eren is still speechless, opting to instead shakily point his finger towards the bed where Levi lay wrapped in your arms.

“H-he’s... he’s—“ “He’s what?”

He gulps and sighs deeply, speaking out so quietly his friends almost didn’t hear, speaking out in a mere shaky whisper as he utters his words.

“He’s a little spoon.”

Chaos is what Eren would use to describe what happened next. His comrades immediately jumped to stand next to him and take a look at the sight on bed, crowding around them as if they were a soap opera.

“Oh my god, he looks so...” Sasha starts in awe, hands on her cheeks and stars in her eyes but unsure how to finish her words.

Eren nods his head, understanding her speechlessness. “Innocent.”

Silently, his friends nod as well. But he couldn’t just stand here and gawk at Captain Levi’s sleeping form, he came here with a mission. “We need to wake him up. He’s already really late.” He says, more to himself than to his friends. He doesn’t wait for his comrades to exit the room as he gently places a hand on the Captain’s shoulders to shake him awake.

“Captain Levi—“

Eren learns his mistake too late as Levi’s eyes immediately snap open, hand clamping down on Eren’s and twisting it behind his back to disarm him.

“Eren!” Mikasa yells behind him, making a move to free him from Levi’s iron clad grip. From the corner of his eyes, Eren sees the person lying down next to Levi quickly sit up and throw something silver, flying past his comrades and towards Mikasa’s head, embedding itself deep within the wood next to her face.

Eren stares at his friends, all silent, frozen with fear, and rooted to their spots as their mouths hang open.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Levi sneers, pushing down on Eren’s arm.

“C-captain, you’re late for the—“ “Holy shit, we’re late for the meeting.” You cut in, eyes wide in realization.

The Captain briefly glimpses at you and clicks his tongue as he releases Eren from his grip, the young soldier immediately slumping to the ground in relief. His arms and legs felt like jello and he could already feel himself melting into the wooden floor.

“Can someone explain to me why you brats thought it would be a good idea to enter my private quarters?” Levi glares. “Without my permission?”

Oh shit. They didn’t think this through.

A cold shiver runs down the soldier’s spines as they unanimously realize their mistake, something that Eren undoubtedly would’ve felt as well if he wasn’t too busy gawking at the realization that Captain Levi was shirtless (probably naked underneath the sheets), and you were shirtless as well (also probably naked underneath the sheets).

Levi catches Eren’s eyes staring at you, and he silently pulls the blanket over your chest and up to your collarbones without breaking his glare at the cadets.

Fuck. Eren thinks, eyes snapping to the ground as a blush creeps up his neck. Captain Levi’s definitely going to cut off both my ears now.

Conny, apparently already cracking under the pressure, flails his arms and yells as he tries to make a run for the door. Before anyone could even blink, another silver blur whizzes through the air, stabbing the wood directly in front of Conny as he freezes.

It was a knife. A fucking butter knife. Why the hell the Captain and his lover keep a butterknife next to them on the bed is something Eren doesn’t want to know.

“Since none of you lot have tongues,” Levi speaks. He’s not going to get an explanation soon. “We’ll discuss punishment later. For now,” He stands up, grabbing a still flustered Eren by the collar and dragging him towards the door, pushing out the rest of the team as well.

Eren doesn’t have time to be relieved about the fact that Captain Levi was not, for a fact, naked and was wearing black boxers. He was too busy getting pushed out the Captain’s bedroom and dragged through the office before finally getting thrown out into the hallway.

“For now, you leave me alone. I have a meeting to attend to.”

Levi slams the door shut at his awestruck soldiers, breathing in a frustrated sigh as he rests his hand on his forehead. He was getting a headache. He feels arms wrap around him from behind, hands resting on his chest. He sighs once more, this time in content, as he leans into your touch.

“Hey,” you kiss neck. “Thought you said you locked the door.”

“I did.” He turns around, still in your arms, and gently places his hands on your face as he kisses your nose. “Someone must’ve accidentally unlocked it when they were trying to grab onto something. Y’know, when they were getting fucked from behind.”

You chuckle. “Well, I’m sure that someone probably got sweet talked into getting fucked against the door.”

You break away from his arms after giving him a kiss, making your way back inside Levi’s bedroom, no doubt to get dressed for the meeting.

He stares at you as you walk, still naked and looking gorgeous. His face may be stoic but his heart was leaping, the gold ring on your left hand that matched his own glimmering in the light.

Your head peaks out from behind his bedroom door. “Round two before the meeting?” You ask cheekily.

Levi rolls his eyes as he makes his way to the bedroom as well, patting your bum as he passes by. “No. We’re already late.”

Eren clutches the pillow to his head, exhausted from the laps he’d done. He glances around the room, eyeing the tired faces of his comrades.

As punishment for invading your privacy, Captain Levi assigned them laps around the base until sundown plus two weeks of stable duty. As punishment for invading his privacy, Captain Levi deemed them unworthy of having their own private space and made the entire squadron bunk together in the small room beside his own.

Well, the entire squadron except for the Captain himself, at least.

Eren was pretty sure the room they were made to sleep in indefinitely was supposed to be a supply closet of some kind, but it fitted enough bunk beds for the entire team and was deemed a worthy location to carry out the rest of their punishment.

“How long do we have to sleep here?” Sasha asked dreadfully, hands covering her ears in attempts to block out the noises coming from the other room. The sound of a squeaky mattress and a wooden bed slamming against the adjacent wall continued.

“Until we learn our lesson,” Jean quotes the Captain. He himself looked extremely tired but he wasn’t trying to cover his ears like the rest of them were, undoubtedly because he’d already given up on getting a good night’s rest if the bags underneath his eyes were anything to go by.

“I don’t even care how long we have to sleep here anymore.” Conny interjects tiredly. “I just want to know when they’ll ever stop.”

As if to prove his point, a moan is heard through the walls. The soldiers flinch, still not accustomed to the sound. Mikasa silently runs her hands through Eren’s hair to calm him down.

“They’ve been at it for hours,” Jean whispers in horror. “How much stamina do those two have?”

Armin sighs, the bags under his eyes feeling heavier by the second. “They’re elite soldiers who’ve trained for years. They have more stamina than all of us combined.”

The whole room heaves out a collective groan, finally accepting that they weren’t getting any sleep tonight.

In the other room, Captain Levi bangs his fist against the shared wall. “Oi,” he calls out. “Shut up, you brats. We can hear you.”

Levi thrusts his hips, eyes glancing down at your pleasure-struck face as he grinds into you more. The action causes you to throw your head back and let out a desperate moan, finger nails scratch down his back. He grabs your hands to pin them to the sides of your head, leaning down to whisper “Not too harsh, darling. We don’t want you leaving marks now, do we?” He continues his pace, the bed’s wooden frame slamming against the wall as he once again speaks to his soldiers.

“We have thin walls, y’know.”

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ughsimpp · 3 years ago

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girlyyyyy can you please write a Jongho oneshot?? Okay you and Jongho grew up together and is your neighbor but y’all grew apart bc he got popular and kinda pushed you to the shadows. After a while he realized that he likes you but was unsure if you felt the same bc yall both lost touch. thank you and i love you writing!!! keep it up ❤️

Let’s start over

Words // 3.5k

Genre // Smut

Paring // dom/soft!jongho x f!reader

Disclaimer ⚠️ // childhood bestfriends to lovers, bullying, confession, thick cock, marking, missionary, hard thrust, fingering

[ DO NO REPOST!!! ]

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FINALLY A JONGHO STORY!!!✨ I’ve been wanting to write one but i needed an idea so here you go!! 💚 and y’all i made it to 200+ followers!!! thanks you guys!! ❤️

Senior year....people would say to make your last year in high school memorable and to have fun, but not in your case. School was hell. Every time you walked down the halls as you saw people look at you and gave you weird looks like as if you wore your shirt inside out or if you had ketchup on your face. You noticed these things ever since Freshman year but after a while, it didn’t bother you anymore. You only had one year left then it was off to college. At the end of every year, you always had a 4.0 gpa. You applied early to a university and luckily for you, you got accepted to your dream college which was miles away from this shitty town.

Some of your teachers have asked you if you can help tutor some students who had trouble learning. You didn’t mind but it was the fact that it was all mainly Seniors who needed the help for them to graduate. There were a few freshmen’s and sophomores but half of the students you helped were Seniors.

You didn’t have many friends besides Lily, who you became friends with in Art class during freshmen year. She was really open to talk to and the sweetest person to talk to. She moved to a different school but you two still kept in touch. You missed having her around at school, but after graduation you both planned on going to the same university and be roommates.

You made your ways through the hall as the bell ranged. You saw a group of guys coming your way as you tried to ignore them but you failed on not getting noticed. You were stopped by Matthew who was the “leader” of the group. He was team captain of the soccer team and huge dick to so many people. He blocked your way and bend down to look at you. He had that ugly smug face on and pushed your shoulder.

“Where you going dork? I saw you trying to get away from me, well that’s not gonna happen.”

You saw them surround you and began picking at your stuff. They messed up your hair, glasses, threw your books onto the floor and took everything out of your bag. They laughed as they looked down on your trying to pick you things up. The group of guys started to leave as the bell rings. You were busy grabbing your stuff as you noticed someone was still standing in front of you. It was Jongho, Choi Jongho.

He was about to bend down and help you but you quickly stood up. You gave him one more glare and walked to class. You and Jongho used to be good friends when ya'll were kids. Ever since high school started, he became distant and didn’t talk or come over anymore. Whenever Matthew and the other guys would pick on you, he would watch and say nothing. As if he didn’t feel bad about how they treated you.

The bad part was that he was also your neighbor. You and Jongho grew up close together but as soon as 8th grade year ended and freshmen year came, that’s where things all changed. You were treated like trash until Lily came but when she moved away, they began picking on you again. They would flip your books that were in your hands and would say that it was an accident or that it was your fault for being in their way. What really sucked was that Jongho became part of that group. He was in the soccer team and he was really good at playing. You remembered him coming over to your house and showed you his soccer skills. You made your way to class and turned in you homework that was assigned last night.

“Oh y/n, I have a request for you.”

“Yes? What is it?”

“I need you to help out a student of mine that’s failing my class.”

“Oh..who is it?

“Choi Jongho.”

“Mhm? Choi Jongho?”

“Yes...He’s failing History. I’m not suppose to say but he has a 54 in my class and if he don’t get his grade up he won’t be able to play soccer or keep his scholarship.”

“Why don’t he just come to tutoring when I’m helping other students?”

“I’ve been telling him to go but he never shows up. Mid-terms are coming up soon and if he don’t at least make a 80 on it, he’ll fail. So I’m asking you if you can help him out.”

You took a while to think about what she said. Helping or at least talking to him again was the last thing you wanted to do.

“I’ll see what I can do..”

“Thank you y/n! You are seriously a lifer saver! I’ll email you what he needs to work on.”

You gave her a soft smile and thought on how you were going to talk to him. It wasn’t like you and Jongho ended on bad term but it just awkward for you both now and since he hanged out with Matthew and his gang now, there was no way you can talk to him after years of not talking.

You received the emails that the teacher sent you and now you had to decided whether when to approach him. After school ended you headed home. You walked passed his house slowly before turning into your driveway. Stopping half way to your house, you walked down the steps and walked to Jongho’s house. You were about to ring the door until you heard your voice being called from behind.

“Y/n?”

You turned around and saw Jongho standing there with his soccer uniform on. He gave you a confused look and set down his duffle bag.

“What brings you here?”

“Oh uhm Ms. Jeon asked me to help...never mind I don’t know why I’m here...”

You were about to leave until he spoke out again.

“Wait, Ms. Jeon asked you to help me for history, didn’t she?”

You nodded a yes.

“I told her that I don’t need help..god damn”

“You have a 54 percent...”

“She even told you? Fuck...”

Jongho groans at the fact that you knew what his grade was and how embarrassing it was. He crouched down and sat on the steps. You walked down and looked at him.

“I can help you...”

“Mhm?..”

“I-..I can help you get your grade up..if you want...”

“Really? You wouldn’t mind?”

“It should be fine, I mean you got to graduate right? And keep that scholarship, I think you’ll be able to pass if you focus more.”

“I’ll appreciate that y/n...just let me-”

“Y/n? is that you?!”

You both looked up behind you and saw Jongho’s mom at the door.

“Oh my it is you! Gosh how many years has it been? We live right next door but I barely see you anymore. You must be busy with school but that’s good. You are a smart girl after all, and this one right here is only focus on soccer.”

Mrs. Choi ruffled through Jongho’s hair,

“ahh Mom my hair.”

“Oh gosh what am I gonna do with you. Anyways y/n what are you doing here?”

“Oh..I uh was wondering if Jongho wanted to study together...Mid-terms are coming up and you know it is senior year haha...”

“That wonderful!! It’ll be nice for you both to hangout again.”

“Yes...looking forward to it, so uhm...I’ll see you around Jongho...”

You waved bye to them and went to your house. You rushed upstairs and laid down on the bed. It was nice to see Mrs. Choi again, she still looks the same after 3 years. She was always super sweet to you and would say how much she wanted a daughter like you.

Your phone buzzed as you rolled over and looked at it.

Jongho: “Hey, I still have your number. Uhm let me know when you wanna stop by...”

You: “Okay.”

You threw your phone to the side and thought of how things were gonna be for you and Jongho now.

The next day after school, you went to Jongho’s place as his mom let you in. You sent him a message that you were already at his place. His mom offered you some snacks and led you to the dining table as you waited for him to come home.

An hour later he came home and saw you sitting at the table. He went upstairs to put his stuff away and grabbed his homework. He came back down and sat next to you. He cleared his throat and glanced at you.

“Have you been here long?”

You shook your head,

“No, your mom came and gave us snacks then she left to the store..”

“Ah okay...”

There was a moment of silence that filled the room.

“Ehem, so shall we get started?”

You said as he opened his book. After a few hours of studying and helping on his homework. You gave yourself a big stretch and looked at him. He was focused on the problem that he didn’t noticed you looking at him. He still had those squishy cheeks and pouty lips when ya'll were kids.

“Hey is this right?”

He snapped you out of your thoughts and handed you his paper. You looked through them and saw that he got a few wrong.

“You need to fix these answers just a bit then you’ll be fine.”

“Oh okay, but I don’t understand the history from this question...Like it seems like a basic question but it just hard to understand and remember what happened.”

You adjusted yourself closer to him. You took a look at the paper and thought of a way on how to explain it. Jongho on the other hand looked at you as you tried to explain the problem. He watched you as you brushed your hair behind you ear and pointed at the question. He listened to you talk and got lost in your gaze at the paper. You looked at him to see if he was listening, he turned away and scratched the back of his head. You turned back and looked at the paper and continued to talk.

After a few hours it was dark out. You decided to head home and packed your things.

“Do you wanna stay for dinner?”

You heard Mrs. Choi say as you were about to leave out the door.

“I’m okay, I should head home just in case my mom worries.”

“Mhmm, come back soon!”

You smiled at her and left. You made it home and made a sandwich to bring it up to your bedroom. Luckily as you help Jongho with his homework, you didn’t have much let to do for your homework. You ate your sandwich as you scrolled through your phone. Checking your twitter feed and facebook.

You suddenly received a text message from Jongho.

Jongho: “Hey thanks for helping me out.”

You looked at the message and replied back.

You: “No problem, if you have any questions just ask. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Jongho saw your message and laid down on his bed. He though about how much you helped him today. He appreciated your help and liked how detailed you were on explaining the problem.

He also thought about that moment when he looked at you. How different you looked after years of not talking to you and much you changed. You were always smart and open to talk about anything. Jongho also noticed how pretty you gotten, you became more mature too.

A few weeks of helping him study, you noticed how much he improved in his studies. He came home after mid-terms and showed you his score. He made a 82% on it.

“Yay!!! Good job I told you that you can do it!!”

You were so proud of him that you hugged him without thinking. You realized on what you were doing until you backed away. Looking away and cleared your throat.

“Ehem. So I guess this means our study sessions are over...”

You said and you looked down.

“Yea I guess it is....but that doesn’t mean we can’t be friends right?...”

You looked at him as he looked away saying that. You noticed a slight pink tint on his cheeks.

“We can still be friends.”

You looked at him and smiled. Jongho smiled back at you as there was a awkward moment of silence that filled the room.

“Well..we should hangout again sometime..if you want...”

he sys, hopefully you’ll agree.

“Sure. Like old times we can hangout.”

“Okay cool.”

“Well I guess I should go then...I’ll see you later Jongho...”

“Yea...”

You left and looked back at him, you smiled and left out the door. You made it home and got ready for bed. With mid-terms over it was spring break. You sat at your vanity table and did your skincare.

The next morning you decided to go shopping with your mom for some groceries. You wore a cute blue dress and put on some makeup. You never wore makeup in school but you thought of putting someone since it is spring break. You made your way down the aisle and picked out some snacks. You suddenly bumped into someone, causing you to drop the snacks you had in your hands.

“Oops sorry about that-...”

“Well well...is that Y/n? You look slightly different....”

“Yea she looks cute.”

“Damn...”

You looked up and saw Matthew and his group. They surrounded you as you were stuck between the shelf and them.

“Why don’t we have some fun? Yea? You look insanely cute right now.”

Matthew began to touch your shoulder as his other hand touched your thigh. You felt him move higher up your ass. You were shocked that you slapped him across the face. He palmed his cheek where you hit him as he raised his other hand.

“You bitch!”

You closed your eyes as you prepared yourself for the hit until someone stopped Matthew’s hand from coming closer.

“Stop it bro.”

You looked up and saw Jongho holding his wrist, restricting him from hitting you. You saw Jongho yes were furious.

“Tch. What the hell are you Jongho? Don’t you see I’m busy here?”

“Yea right, you were about to hit her.”

“Why do you care? She’s so fucking useless and she hit me first.”

“You were touching her, of course she’ll hit you. It was your fault.”

“What did you say? You wanna play smart with me? Do you wanna get kicked off the team?”

You saw things were getting intense between them. You tried to stop them but got pushed onto the ground.

“Stay out this bitch! If you wouldn’t have make a scene there wouldn’t have been a problem!”

Jongho saw him about to hit you and punched him. Matthew fell onto the ground, blood was dripping from his nose. Jongho grabbed your hand and ran outside of the store. You both were running as you heard Matthew yelling out to run after you.

You both ran until you lost sight of them. You made it home, trying to catch your breath. You looked at Jongho who was also out of breath. He looked at you and began laughing.

“Why are you laughing?...”

“Ah sorry, It’s just that it reminded me of that one time when we were running from those people when we sneak into that concert.”

“oh haha yea I remember that.”

You were laughing as he noticed the red mark on your cheek.

“Does it hurt?”

“Mhm?”

“Your cheek, it’s red.”

“Oh...yea it’s fine.”

“Come on, I’ll give you an ice pack.”

You followed him as he led you inside.

“...yea mom I know, I’ll see you soon.”

Jongho came back with an ice pack and handed it you. He sat next to you ad you put it on your cheek. The cool feeling cooled down the burning sting.

“What did your mom say?”

“Oh she wondered where I went and told me that she had an issus at work and would come home late.”

“Oh okay.”

“Is your mom home?”

“Oh my mom went to go visit my grandparents for the week, she’s coming home Wednesday.”

You and Jongho talked for hours and talked about what you both did as kids. Fun memorable memories. You both laughed and cracked jokes like old times.

“What happened to us? We use to be close..”

You asked him. Jongho became quiet and looked down.

“I don’t know...I was the one who left you...I’m sorry...”

“No need to apologize.”

“No I need to, I was the one who stopped talking to you and never once helped you when Matthew was picking on you..”

“It’s okay...I forgive you, it wasn’t your fault but what about soccer and your-..mhm..”

You felt Jongho kissed you. You were shocked at the kissed but kisses him back. He pulled back and looked away.

“Sorry..I-Y/n...I liked you ever since we were kids and didn’t have the courage to tell you back then. Forget about soccer, I wanna focus on you right now...I like you Y/n.”

You blushed away and thought of his confession. You got the courage and started the first move. You slowly pushed him back on the couch. You straddled him and kissed him. You palmed his face kissed down his neck.

You felt him picked you up and headed to the bedroom. He laid you down on his bed as his eyes filled with lust. He removed his shirt, revealing his muscles. Jongho always wore clothes that covered up his body so you never imagined him to be so muscular. (oh to see that sight🤤) He bend down closer to you and kissed your neck. His eyes gazed at yours for permission to continue. You sat up and took off your dress. He admire your figure. You were about to cover yourself up until you were stopped.

“Don’t cover yourself.”

He took off your bra as your boobs were exposed. He laid you back down and left kisses on your chest down, leaving light red marks and kissed down your stomach. You felt butterflies fill your stomach as he left wet kisses. You felt him palming your heated core as he removed your panites.

“You’re soaking wet y/n.”

You blushed as he inserted a finger slowly as you moaned out. Your walls pulsed around his finger as he pumped in. The feeling was new and arousing that you wanted more.

“Jongho...”

You were close on coming and he picked up the pace. Coming all over his finger and the sheets. Jongho bit his lips and removed his pants. You saw him pull out his thick cock and wondered if it was gonna fit. He grabbed a condom for his side table and slipped it on.

“I’m gonna go in okay?”

You nodded as he positioned himself. He slid in, stretching you out as he filled you up. Jongho groans out as he felt your wall pulsing around his cock. He looked down as you covered your face. He kissed your lips and waited until you adjusted a bit before moving. You nodded for him to move. He’s thrust was slow but powerful. The bed squeaked as he thrusted in. You moaned out as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close. You wanted more and wanted him to go faster.

“Jongho..please go fas-faster ah!”

He did was you were told and moved faster than before. You gripped onto the sheets and as he thrusted in harder. You left out soft moans near his ear. Clawing his back as he hit your sweet spot. He sat up, holding onto your hips as he went even faster.

“Ah fuck! Jo-Jongho!!”

Jongho bit his lip as he angled in a deeper position. You gasped at how deep he was. Your eyes rolled back at the feeling, catching your breath.

“You look cute when you make that face y/n.”

“Jongho! I’m-I’m close...”

“Ah shit..fuck you’re so tight...”

You moaned out as you tightened around him. His cock rapidly moved inside your core, bringing you to your high. You kissed him as you came all over his cock. You moaned out as you tried to grab onto something. You shuttered beneath him as you held his hand. Jongho threw his head back as he came inside the condom. Sweat drip down his forehead as he bend down kissing you.

“Fuck that was hot.”

Jongho whispered and smiled at you. You giggled at him and pecked his lips. You looked into his eyes and kissed him one last time. He lend his forehead on yours and gave you his gummy smile. Jongho laid next to you and brushed your hair away from your face.

“Hey...”

“Mhm?...”

You hesitated at what you were gonna say. You heart thumped loudly.

“I..I like you too.’

Jongho flashed his gummy smile once more and held you in close. He kissed your forehead and looked at you. You saw him slowly drift to sleep as you began tracing circled on his chest. Jongho smiled at what you were doing. Even though his eyes were close, he can felt how much you kept rubbing your thighs together. He looked at you and smirked.

“You wanna go again?”

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plantdaddy3 · 2 years ago

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The Arcana Julian x Magician Apprentice fic

The apprentice is pretty pissed that Julian is lying to everyone about killing the count. While the trial is in recess, they have some things to say to him. Though, they could never be angry enough to make him possible to resist… not that he can resist either. MC needs to prove to Julian that they can do this together.

Takes place after the murder trial in julian’s route has taken place, but before the verdict is given. I think this piece will be the first in a series of “Places I think Julian and my OC should’ve banged but the game is 12+”:p

The apprentice should be written gender neutral! Have fun with your OCs:)

!Mature! There is detailed smut in this. Viewer discretion advised!

Also! Im considering writing a follow up fic to this one where Julian returns the favor;) so let me know if y’all want that!

My steps echo through the dungeon as I walk down the cobblestone stairs. Angry tears threaten my eyes as I approach the cell that held the moronic man I’d been so unfortunate to fall in love with.

I nod to the guard who opened the cell and step inside. “Can you please give us a moment,” I request, never taking my piercing stare off of his pale eyes. By the look on his face, he knows he’s in trouble.

“I’m sorry, magician. The Countess said it was not safe for you to be left alone with him. I am to stay at my post in case something happens.”

“Oh, believe me. I’m not the one you should be worried about.” My nostrils flare as I watch emotions flash across Julian’s face— probably some fear, some arousal.

“I’m sorry?” The guard questions. I take a deep breath and come back to my senses.

“Nothing, my apologies.” I pull my gaze away from Julian and focus on the guard. “I’m afraid I must insist on some privacy. He’s a skeptic and won’t talk around just anyone. If the Countess is displeased, tell her I insisted and that she may speak to me about it.”

The guard stands still for a moment, looking unsure. After a beat, he gives a nod. “Very well. Don’t be long.”

“We won’t, thank you.” I watch carefully as the guard walks off, and as soon as he is free from my vision, I stomp my way towards Julian.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes. Er.. well… eye, I suppose,” He fumbles, trying to hide the fear and concern with a smirk.

“Quiet.” I command, pinning him against the wall, chains clattering as they hit it alongside him. He flushes and fixes me with a roguish smile, but it won’t be enough this time. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Why, I’m just admiring the view. And what a lovely, lovely view it is— augh!” I slide my hand under the seam of his shirt and pinch a sensitive area on his hip. Unfortunately, I am unsure if his noise is one of pain or pleasure.

“Stop it, Julian. This isn’t the time. I need you to talk to me.” I feel my mask slip for a moment, concern and fear taking the place of bitter anger. “Please.”

His eyes soften as he stares down at me through fluttering eyelashes, but before I know it he clenches his jaw and his gaze turns hard once more. “I’m telling the truth, my dear. I have to pay for my crime of mur—“

“I’m not sure who exactly you think you are fooling, but it sure as hell isn’t me. You did not kill Lucio. So, it would be in your best interest to answer me honestly. Why are you doing this?” I try to be stern, but I can feel the act slipping away the longer I stared at him. I’m terrified, and it’s getting harder and harder to hide that. I assume by the look in his eyes that he can tell.

He’s silent for a long moment, allowing the weight in my chest to sink more and more. Once again I watch his eyes gloss over as if I were a stranger. As if we hadn’t been in this whole thing together up until this point.

“Perhaps, my darling magician, you just don’t know me as well as you thought you did.” I open my mouth to speak, but he silences me with a leather finger. “I know it must be disappointing to find that I really was the murderer all along, especially with everything we’ve been through, but it’s the truth.” He pauses, an emotion swirling in his eyes that I can’t quite place. “You need to know that.”

I know I’m losing him and that I have to act fast. He’s always been stubborn, but this was on another level. I need him to snap out of whatever dramatic fit this is before it’s too late. I run my hand up his body, starting at his wrist and trailing up past his neck and jawline before reaching into his hair and tangling my fingers through his auburn curls. He can’t resist a smile as his chained hands make their way to my waist.

“Oh, my dear, you are just the loveliest vision in all of—ugh.” His shameless flirtations are cut short when I tighten my grip on his locks, pulling him closer to me so he can’t escape my gaze. I drag my eyes over every inch of his face, stopping on his lips for a moment longer than I intend to. Even as furious as I am with him, it’s hard to resist them— to resist him. He flushes under my stare and flicks his tongue over his lower lip after noticing my attraction to them. I lean closer, our noses touching and lips brushing ever so slightly. He makes a low sound in the back of his throat as I tease a kiss but don’t deliver. Instead, I pull back far enough to look into his eyes, but not so far that our breaths stop mixing. My nose still brushes his.

“Why can’t you just trust me, Julian?” I ask, my voice a low whisper. My hand moves from his hair to the back of his neck and I feel every part of my body betraying me. I can feel myself slipping as the desire takes over.

His eyes are dark, suggesting he’s enduring the same struggle. “I trust you more than anyone, darling. It’s not about trust.” His lips barely move as he speaks and his eyelids droop as we draw closer again. He rests his forehead against mine as he speaks. “It’s about keeping you safe.”

With those words, anger fills my body once again. I push him away from me and back away from his concerned stare. “We are not doing this again, Julian. Absolutely not.” He opens his mouth to speak, but this time it’s my turn to shut him down. I move towards him and place my palm over his mouth, trying to ignore the satisfaction I feel when I see his eyes widen and feel him sink into my touch. “Now, you listen to me, Doctor,” I begin, my voice dropping to a low, almost growling register, “You insist that you need to do things alone but you don’t. In fact, you won’t ever face trials alone as long as I’m here. And no matter how hard you push, I’m not moving. You will not drive me out of your life because I won’t let you!” I move my hand from his mouth to cup his chin, pulling his face towards mine to look at his eyes closer. My gaze switches from eye to eye has I study him, trying to decipher what thoughts are swirling behind them. “Is that understood, Dr. Devorak?” I see him flush at the use of his name in such a way, making heat rush to the bottom of my stomach as I feel the desire crawling over me, suffocating me and silencing any coherent thought. He makes it impossible to focus.

He nods slowly, moving my hand cautiously into his and bringing it up to his lips. He places a soft kiss on the back of my hand and then folds it between his own. “I understand, my dear. I feel the same about you. That’s why I have to do this.” His eyes are apologetic and sad. I feel my stomach sink, fearing no words in this realm would pass into his thick skull and actually stick. Desperation claws at me as I sink into the warmth of his touch, savoring every twitch of his fingers in mine in case it’s the last.

Before I can think properly my free hand is moving, snaking up his body to cradle the back of his head and pulling him into a kiss. He makes a surprised noise against my lips, but eagerly returns my sentiments. The kiss is messy and desperate. I try to touch every inch of his lips with mine and attempt to memorize the taste. Julian may be a mystery on many fronts but I know one thing for sure: he wants me just as much as I want him. I can tell by the way his lips caress mine, the low groans and whimpers he produces, the begging way his hand finds the small of my back to pull me closer. He couldn’t deny it if he tried— though, I don’t think he would.

After several intoxicating moments, I reluctantly pull away. A displeased whimper comes from the back of his throat as he tries to chase my mouth to no avail. I step on my tip toes to bring my mouth up to his ear, brushing my teeth teasingly along his earlobe. I can feel him shiver and it fills me with satisfaction. “Fine,” I begin, whispering into his ear, seduction dripping from the word, “If words won’t work…” I trail my hand down his long figure, starting at his throat and moving down his chest before resting my hand right above the bulge in his pants that he’s had ever since I pushed him against the wall. His adam’s apple bobs as his eyelids droop. I can feel his heartbeat against my chest. “…Maybe actions will.” With that, I move my hand to grope the bulge, earning a strangled sigh from him as he melts into my touch. He was putty in my hands and I had barely done anything yet.

“No, no, I don’t deserve— ahh. What if the guard— fuck.” Fruitless attempts at diversion leave his lips as I stroke him through his pants. He tilts his head up, eyes rolling back as he bites his lips to keep his moans quiet. “Are you sure that you really—“

“Julian,” I scold, causing him to stop talking and focus his eyes back on me. I raise my chin to give him a quick kiss— too quick for either of our likings. I remove my hand from his bulge, making him squirm in response. I stare into his eyes, mine filled with determination and purpose. “Do you want me?”

“Yes,” He responds breathlessly, “I— yes” He seizes my mouth in his hungrily, barely stopping to come up for breath. I fumble with his belt, slipping it from his waist and tugging his pants down. I free his cock, watching it spring up as if begging for my touch. I oblige, wrapping my hand along him and stroking slowly in an agonizing fashion. He thrusts up into my hand, begging for more, but I withhold. A chorus of ‘please’ combined with my name leave his swollen lips. I throb and ache at the sounds of his begging.

I place a kiss on his lips before separating myself and falling to my knees. His eyes widen slightly as I close my lips around his head, swirling my tongue teasingly. I move my hand down to cup his balls, his cock twitching against my lips in response. I fight a prideful grin as I continue to caress him with my tongue. He throws his head back and tangles a hand in his hair, mouth hanging open to allow the whimpers and moans to flow freely. I take my mouth off of his cock with a loud pop, resulting in a fountain of words of protest.

“No—fuck— please don’t stop. Oh, please, please” He whines, making my stomach flip. I bite my lip to keep from making any sounds myself.

“Patience, Dr. Devorak,” I tease. “Don’t worry your pretty little head. I’m going to take good care of you. I want you to feel good.” I trail kisses along his cock as I speak. He growls. “Do you know why? Because, I care about you,” I say with intention, staring into his eyes and moving my hand along him. His eyes soften.

He groans. “God, I do not deserve you.” He drops a hand to my head, running his fingers affectionately through my hair. A grin sneaks through my barriers this time. “I mean you’re just so lovely. And I’m… well I’m a mess. I just bring ruin everywhere, and I— ohhhh”

I cut off his existential rant by returning my mouth to his cock, bobbing my head up and down and using a hand to stroke where my mouth doesn’t touch. His fingers tighten around my hair and a moan escapes my throat, the sound vibrating around him.

“Fuck I— do that again. Please, please do that again.”

I oblige, humming as I move. I’m met with an abundance of yes and just like that. I can feel him hardening more and more with every minute that passes. I move down until he touches the back of my throat and swallow, earning a strangled groan.

“God, that too. You are a vision, my dear— ahhh”

I continue, following his moans as a guide for what to do. When something makes his knees wobble or results in a delicious sound from his lips, I make sure to repeat the action until he sings my name. Seeing him this vulnerable is almost too much for me. Both my heart and my arousal swell at the thought of him. It’s clear to me how much I love him, I only hope it will become clear to him as well.

I feel him grow in my mouth and I know he’s close. I move my head faster, swirling my tongue skillfully and twisting my hand as I stroke. He thrusts himself into my mouth, holding tight to my hair for balance as his knees threaten to give out on him.

“I’m— ahh— I’m going to—“ He tugs on my hair, warning me to take my mouth off, but fight against it and continue moving. “I— fuck— are you sure?” He asks, noting my persistence. I nod, humming along him as I move. It doesn’t take him long after that to come apart in my hands. I slow down but never to a full stop, milking him to his last drop. His noises and praises seem never ending, and I savor every single one of them. His cock twitches as the sensitivity kicks in. Once I’m sure I’ve drank all of him, I remove my mouth. I clean him up with my tongue before fastening him back in his pants. Exhausted, he falls down beside me, breath still heavy. I wipe my mouth as he looks at me with adoration in his eyes and a small smile playing on his lips. I sigh, feeling my heart lighten at the way he’s looking at me.

He takes my hand, kissing the back of it and trailing the kisses up my arm and neck until reaching my lips. I probably still taste of him, but neither of us seems to mind. He kisses me slowly, full of passion. It’s gentler than our previous ones, as if he thinks he may break me if he’s not careful. As he pulls away and a satisfied sigh leaves my nose. I brush my fingers through his hair, unable to keep the smile off of my lips. He leans forward, pressing our foreheads together. We sit in a comfortable silence for a moment.

He’s the first to break it. “I’m sorry,” He grumbles, moving his head and burying it in my shoulder. My fingers play with the hair on the nape of his neck. His arms wrap around me, pulling me in close.

“You don’t have to be sorry, Julian.” I move my other hand to run up and down his back. I feel him sink into me. “I understand your thought process. But I also know how much I care for you and how much I want you to be safe and happy.” I feel him sigh as he tightens his grip around me as if I may disappear.

“A part of me knows that and has known it all along,” He grumbles into my shoulder, “I just… couldn’t stand if anything happened to you… If anyone hurt you— god, if I hurt you— I’d just—“

“Shh…” I coo, pulling him closer. I continue to rub his back until I feel the tension in his shoulders dissipate.

He pulls his head up, looking me in the eye before speaking again. “You are everything to me, my dear. I pray my feelings for you are never in question.”

My smile widens as I look at him, brushing hair out of his eye to see him better. “The feeling is very much mutual.” I lace my fingers with his. “And we’re going to get through this together. You do deserve me, and so much more.”

He chuckles. “Oh, my lovely vision, if I have you I already have everything I need.” I mirror the smile that rests on his lips as he fixes the spots in my hair he had previously messed up. I lean in for a kiss, but we both jump away as we hear metal boots clanking down the stairs. We look to the stairs and then at each other, wide eyed and flushed. We scurry to our feet and I brush my hair with my fingers, nervous he missed something while trying to fix it. I stifle a laugh at his poor attempt to tuck in his shirt, earning an eye roll and a sharp ‘shh!’.

The guard makes his way back into the cell. “My apologies, magician. I was told to alert you that the recess is coming to an end and the verdict is about to be read.” I feel my stomach drop. As much as I enjoyed my time in here with Julian, I failed to get any important information. He must see the concern in my face because he rushes towards me, putting both hands on my shoulders and pulling me close enough to whisper.

“I have a plan. Come find me after the verdict and I’ll explain everything. No incentive needed. Unless, of course, you want to—“

His flirtatious whispers are cut short by the guard pulling him off of me. “Keep your hands off, murderer,” he spits, but Julian is far too focused on me to process the insult, a playful smirk sitting on his lips. I force a straight face, narrowing my eyes in attempts to keep a scowl.

“That’s quite all right, I finished things up here anyway.” I give him a pointed look and he quirks an eyebrow at me. I force myself to look away. “Thank you for letting me speak to him.”

The guard nods and I begin to leave to cell despite the force begging me to stay. Just as I’m about to reach the stairs, his voice calls out to me. I turn back towards him.

“Thank you for your… help, magician. Please, do let me know if you want me to—er— return the favor,” He teases, throwing me a suggestive look. My cheeks flush as I manage a nod. Luckily, I keep my smile from forming until I’m up the stairs and out of anyone’s eye. My fingers caress the stone walls as I walk, feeling much lighter than when I arrived.

#julian devorak #the arcana #arcana game #julian devorak fan fiction #thearcana fanfiction

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aminiatureworld · 4 years ago

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Needled Words

Characters: Childe, fm!reader

Word Count: 1,691

Warnings: Swearing

Premise: When does a joke go too far, when is a jab more than just friendly? Where does the line blur and where does it stop?

In which Childe’s teasing becomes too much for the reader

Author’s Note: For some reason this prompt made me think of Nancy Mitford, mostly because she was known also for being a slightly mean-spirited teaser. Ah Childe, my beloved. Communication in a relationship is key y’all.

Childe

You knew that Childe was only joking. After all, didn’t he read his letters to you? Brimming with little asides and jokes.

“Dear Tonia, I would say I was happy to get your letter, if only it was sopping wet. Did you leave it out in the snow again? I swear, if you were in the illustrious Tsaritsa’s army, you’d probably end up attacking your own regiment, and then I’d be forced to execute you for treason!” No one could mistake such an opening for anything except a slightly barbed bit of teasing.

Nor were the younger one’s exempt. Teucer’s antics had resulted in quite a bit of teasing. “Teucer, I think the Mr. Cyclopses have better survival instincts” and “I didn’t take you for someone who spent other people’s money!” This latter statement was made after Teucer spied the hand-crafted, very expensive, fireworks that were sold in Liyue. Of course, Childe had bought him the fireworks, and of course he never begrudged doing things for you when he teased you either. Still, you somehow felt as if things were different when directed at you.

Not that they really were. It wasn’t so much that you were picking up a different tone, it was more that, unlike Childe’s siblings and other friends, such as Zhongli, who was subjected to endless old man jokes, you couldn’t seem to take them well. When he joked about how many times you ran into the countertop you began to wonder if you truly had something wrong with your hand-eye coordination; when he said you were the laziest person, he’d ever met you wondered if you weren’t sleeping in too late; when he teased that he had to be your personal babysitter you wondered if you were truly good enough to be an adventurer. It wasn’t Childe’s fault, it really wasn’t, but that didn’t mean it hurt any less.

Of course, you could tell him, could finally let it all out and stop pretending that it wasn’t painful to try and keep all your emotion sunder wraps. But you couldn’t help but feel as if that would in some ways disappoint him. He was a Harbinger, tough, aloof. No words could ever hurt Childe, of that, you were sure. So how would he take it, the knowledge that his part was all too liable to shatter at every poke and prod? You couldn’t blame him if he turned out to be ashamed.

So, you kept it to yourself, smiled through all the jabs and teases. It didn’t matter, it really didn’t. You were fine! Or if you, weren’t it wasn’t worth it trying to change anything. You didn’t want to lose Childe, didn’t want to see the change when he went to say something before stopping, looking at you’re with barely concealed disappointment. Childe lived with his emotions to the forefront after all. And you wouldn’t ask him to change something you ultimately loved about him.

Thus, the days continued on, as did the teasing and the feigned smiles. Some days it was worth it, some days you were left with nothing but happiness bubbling up inside, the love that humans reserved for a very few number of friends and lovers. Yet those days were often days with minimal teasing, and you couldn’t help but notice the layer of anxiety that pressed on your love the days that were filled with Childe’s jabs. Lying in bed, limbs tangled with his, you stared up at the ceiling, wondering what you should do. You felt trapped, by your emotions, by your pride, by Childe’s words. They were all encircling you, and you could do nothing to defend yourself. You tried to keep the tears to a minimum; after all your partner slept so little already.

You didn’t know when the subtle shift happened, when it all became too much to handle. Maybe it was after Childe’s recent trip to Snezhnaya, where, surrounded by Harbingers who saw their coworkers as enemies rather than allies, he had sharpened his wit even more so than before. If his earlier teasing was unfocused, general quips, then his current ones struck quite closer to home.

“Wow my dear I didn’t peg you for a Treasure Hoarder, I don’t think that arrow could hit anyone if it tried!”

“I think you truly have the makings of someone who gets scammed by a Mondstadtian duke, or perhaps a Fontaine prince who has lost all his mora in a flood. Remind me to never go shopping with you.”

“Honestly, I think if you ran into the Electro Archon, she’d think your vision was fake. It’d be an easy way out.”

The whiplash of Childe’s proclamations of “princess” mingled with sentences that, had they been geared at anyone else, would surely be insults was shocking, and you found yourself less and less able to keep these two aspects of your partner compatible in your mind. Even less did you find the ability to simply brush it off.

You didn’t know why it was a comment about your socks that finally caused you to break. Really, it was too juvenile.

Laundry in your shared apartment was often seen as a punishment, the chore that each of you pushed onto the other. As such there was often a pile of laundry in the laundry basket, and incredibly slim pickings in your drawers. That being the case you often found yourself wearing mismatched socks. Perhaps it was a little odd, or a little childish, but it was certainly preferrable to spending all day at the river scrubbing your hands red. Who cared anyways? No one would notice such a small thing, especially once you had put your boots on.

However, nothing could get past Childe’s wicked sense of humor, and apparently your clothing choices were prime fodder for him.

“Nice socks.”

“Oh, thanks,” you replied, already having a sense of where it was going. The smirk that played across your partner’s face was full of mischief, and usually that only led to one place.

“I think that you’ll be quite the icon among toddlers all throughout Liyue. People will be asking you if you’re lost all day, or maybe they’ll ask you how it feels like to be nine.”

It was really a silly comment to get so upset over, such a small, insignificant thing to cry over. Yet there you were, standing in the kitchen, frozen in horror as your vision became fuzzy with tears. Unsure about any other course of action you buried your face in your hands and prayed Childe wouldn’t think about what you were doing.

“What’s wrong? Are you alright?”

You could hear the panic and concern mingling in Childe’s voice. Almost immediately a warm hand was on your shoulder, and you were suddenly flooded with the presence of the person you loved so much, the person you were now crying about. You could tell Childe was saying something, was whispering soft words of comfort, but in the moment your thoughts felt all too loud. Overwhelmed by the situation you turned into your partner’s shoulder and let yourself cry.

Eventually sensing you had lost all your tears Childe drew back slightly.

“Would you like a glass of water?”

“Yes please,” you replied, voice still small. Nodding Childe moved towards the kitchen. Within a few moments he was back, glass in hand.

“Was it the teasing?” He asked as you drank. Whatever you had to say about your partner, he certainly wasn’t stupid.

“Yes,” you mumbled, nodding for affect.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I had gone too far. I promise I’ll be more careful from now on.”

“But Childe, it, it’s not just this time.”

“What do you mean?” Childe asked, voice flooding through with concern once more.

“It’s, I’m sorry, it’s just that, it’s all the time. Not all the time, every time you tease me. It’s not your fault! Of course, it’s not, it’s my fault. I don’t know, I just, it really hurts sometimes, all the time? I don’t know. I just, I’m sorry.”

Childe’s expression was one of abject horror. Taking your hand, he rubbed small circles on the top with his thumb. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize how much it was affecting you. I should have been more careful.”

“But I don’t want you to feel like you have to, I don’t know, I know you tease everyone, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“You aren’t making me uncomfortable.” Childe’s voice seemed just as hurried as yours. “It makes me more uncomfortable to think that you’ve been burying this the whole time. You’re damn good at hiding things you know. But this isn’t a war or something, you don’t have to hide what you’re feeling, for whatever reason. Better if you tell me, y’know?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. Doesn’t look good on you, or sound good. I’d rather hear you happy.” Childe leaned in to press a soft kiss against your forehead. “I love you, okay? You mean more to me than a little bit of teasing.”

“You don’t think I’m being weak?” You managed to make out as your anxiety lessened its grip on you.

“Weak? Girlie you’re one of the strongest people I know! Weak my ass. If you wanted to rule the world you could give me a run for my money. Of course, I’d win though. I mean, I would be there right with you.”

“I know you would,” you smiled, despite yourself.

You knew that Childe probably would still retain the odd sense of humor and levity he already had. Old habits die hard and all that. Still, you had managed to say what had been haunting you all this time and, more than that, you had been assured that you were good enough, strong enough. Those few words, no matter how short, meant the world to you.

#genshin impact #childe x reader #childe #tartaglia #genshin impact fanfiction #oneshot #requested #my writing

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kuroos-moon · 4 years ago

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‘Meet My Grlfriend’ Video

pairing: streamer!kenma x reader

request: scenario where timeskip!streamer!kenma does sort of a "meet my girlfriend" video

You properly sat on the couch as if you were in a job interview, eyeing him nervously as he busies himself with setting up the camera.

What if they don’t like me? And what if they judge Kenma for it? Invasive thoughts had been occupying your mind the whole time that you don’t notice him crouch down before you with him sitting on his heels.

“They’ll love you,” the corner of his lips slightly tug up into a reassuring smile.

“Yeah, I hope. It just kinda feels like I’m meeting your parents all over again,” you chuckle, refusing to let your nervousness show and give him a clue of what kinds of things you’ve been thinking.

“Okay, I’ll start the stream now,” he mutters, tilting his head up to give you a chaste kiss before he stands up and makes his way to his computer.

You run your sweaty palms across your jean-clothed thighs, taking note of your breathing as you give yourself your last-minute pep talk to boost your confidence. This was both your ideas anyway, but what really brought this on was the increasing amount of fans who asked what his relationship status was, which he replied to honestly and bluntly during one of his streams.

____

“Oh, my status?” He asks in surprise, his cat eyes momentarily looking at the comments of his stream to see that the population of his female fans begged him to be single, making him chuckle almost mockingly as if to say, ‘none of you all know anything.’

“I’m taken by the best woman there is.”

___

“Hey, what’s up you guys, I’ve somewhat dragged my girlfriend into this since you all were so eager,” he casually says with a small grin; it’s as if they were really there and they were really friends.

He looked so cute; sitting beside you relaxedly with his legs crossed on top of the cushion. For a moment you forgot that Kenma was initially socially awkward from the way he carried himself and spoke so naturally to his viewers.

You look towards the screen, seeing a variety of comments: some were compliments and some were as you expect— hateful. “Uh, hi,” you shyly say, your cheeks heating up as you suddenly felt far too self-conscious. Kenma faces you and lifts up his hand to the side of your face, his slender, delicate fingers tucking locks of your hair behind your ear.

He may have done it for the fans to see— you’re quite unsure— however, that’s what he always did to calm you down when you cry or to help you relax when you can’t fall asleep; and just like then, it had the same effect now.

You can’t let Kenma down, you tell yourself. “I, as you all know, am Kenma’s girlfriend and I’m really thankful that you all wanted to meet me,” you smile and wave, chuckling a bit when you see the comments.

‘you’re really pretty!!’

‘so kodzuken plays games all day and has a girl— god rlly has favorites.’

‘do you play games too?”

“Uh sure, I do play games,” you sheepishly smile as Kenma instantly snorts from beside you, his arm casually wrapping around your shoulders at the same time. “Hey!” You frown at his reaction and he apologizes while laughing.

‘oml he’s laughing’

‘all I see are precious angels, they look too good together’

‘why’s he laughing at you y/n? lol share ur inside jokes’

“She plays alright,” Kenma sends you a teasing look which made you lightly elbow his stomach, earning you another chuckle from him, “she plays but she really, really, shouldn’t.”

“Stop making fun of me,” you hiss.

“She’s sooo bad at it, it’s like she’s aiming to lose,” Kenma grins, and you scoff, shrugging his arm off your shoulder as you turn your attention again to the comments.

‘Kodzuken you’re just on a diff level dude, you’re too harsh’

‘well opposites do attract’

‘kenma im bad at games too, do I stand a chance?’

‘oh, so bad gamers are like… his type?’

‘how much does y/n suck in games?’

“Now look what you did,” you glare at him and he only smiles, snuggling closer to you just like a kitten.

“Y’know I admit that I am a bit bad in games but I only ever played when I started dating this devil,” you try to get the fans to see you in a better light and not just as a girlfriend who sucks at her boyfriend’s forte.

‘when did you guys start dating?’

“Five years ago,” you grin.

“Four years ago.”

You both spoke at the same time and you turn to him immediately. “How could you forget that?”

“But we did start dating only four years ago,” he blinks. Neither of you even want to turn to look at the comments because it was kind of awkward for you both to answer wrong on such a simple question.

“I asked you out five years ago,” you raise a brow. Yet you immediately regret saying that out loud.

‘wait so SHE asked him out?’

‘what’s wrong with girls asking out someone?’

‘was kenma forced or smthn lmao’

‘but y/n asking him out is cute>.<’

“Relax guys, I wasn’t forced… well at some point,” he laughs, making you shove a pillow at him.

Before you had the chance to say anything, he pulls you to his lap and wraps his arms around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. “Don’t lose your temper during a stream, bunny,” he whispers.

“What happened was that y/n… had a crush on me, and I was significantly more awkward in high school than I am now so when she asked me out I freaked because of how close she was and said yes,” he laughs and you turn to him in surprise, “she was really pretty how could I register a word she was saying.”

“Wait so… when you said you wanted to be my boyfriend and I said you are my boyfriend four years ago, that was the time you realized we were dating?”

He nods.

‘That’s some huge misunderstanding.’

‘don’t you guys like have anniversaries? How could u mess that up lol’

‘still your romance is straight out a shoujo manga’

‘y’all are too cute’

‘must protect’

‘keny/n: *exists* fans: *gently holds*’

“We don’t really celebrate anniversaries, we just kinda secretly keep count,” he mutters.

“Yeah, and look what kind of misunderstanding that brought up,” you chuckle.

‘hey kenma any plans on wifing her up?’

“hmm, I guess, yeah. Soon,” he casually says.

You thought you were the only one flustered by what he had just said, but it clearly was not the case as seen by how he buried his face at the crook of your neck and hid from his viewers for five minutes straight.

#haikyuu!! x reader #kenma x reader #haikyuu!! scenarios #haikyuu!! headcanons #haikyuu x rerader #haikyuu!! kenma #kenma kozume

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marvelouspeterparker · 5 years ago

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a warm december

pairing: college!peter parker x reader

request: Since it's the holiday season, I was wondering if I could request something with Peter and female!reader where they're dating but reader doesn't know that he's Spider-Man and one night when it's particularly cold, Spider-Man comes crashing through reader's window. Turns out the heater in his suit failed and since he has issues with thermoregulation, it's up to reader to warm him up? Can be either fluffy or smutty or a combo. Author's choice! 😉 by anonymous

warnings: some soft-ish smut, unprotected sex (u already know to be safe, wear protection y’all)

word count: 3.6k

notes: so i was clearing out my inbox but when i came to write this i figured i should make it a full fic instead––also u can imagine this takes place like the second week of december so it can be for either hanukkah or christmas or kwanzaa or anything! happy holidays <3

It felt good to be back home for the holidays. You had a good time at college but you were happy to be done with exams. You were also more than grateful to be able to sleep in your own bed in the comfort of your own home. You had made a lot of good memories thus far in all your classes, in your dorm that you were able to decorate the way you wanted with your roommate, Gwen––but you had missed your family and you had missed your boyfriend as well.

You and Peter’s colleges were only a few hours away from each other, so you could have visited each other, but your schedules were too busy and something always seemed to come up on both your ends. You were both swamped with work and sometimes you just didn’t have the energy to travel, but you both understood.

So instead, you and Peter had facetimed and even used zoom to talk for hours after class when you both were free or at night before you went to bed. He’d even met some of your friends and he’d won them over almost immediately, his charm never ran out. You’d also met some of his friends as well, the one you’d seen most was named Harry. He was a flirt, but you knew it was all in good fun––you both liked to see Peter flustered and annoyed, but out of love of course.

Unfortunately, you had yet to see Peter since you had gotten back. You understood that he needed some time to settle in, and you knew for certain that May missed him more than anything. You’d been home for a couple days now and you’d spent your time catching up with your parents, and helping decorate the apartment. You put up some white fairy lights in your room, wanting to feel the holiday spirit a little more in your space––the lights always made you feel more cozy too. You smiled to yourself as you turned them on, already feeling more calm before looking in your desk and grabbing the small spider-man snow globe you’d gotten at the store a few years back. Peter got weirdly blushy when he first saw it, but you never really asked why.

You set it down on your dresser and went to find your midtown high sweatshirt, it was one of the warmest ones you had. Though the heat was on in your home, you could still feel the cold air seeping through from the walls and the windows that looked out into the city. You could see the small figures of people walking down in the cold street, bundled up, the lights in every window of the buildings across the street.

You were about to make sure the window was closed properly when a figure appeared on the outside of your room, slowly opening the window. You stood frozen in fear, too shocked to even scream. Your eyes widened when you realized who exactly was making their way into your room, the famous red and blue suit contrasting with the white specks of snow falling outside.

“You––You’re Spider-Man––” You were stuttering in disbelief as the hero stood in your room, closing the window quietly. He turned around immediately, it seemed he hadn’t thought this through. The eyes of his mask were wide, almost frantic as he looked at you and put a finger up to his lips, gesturing for you to be quiet.

You nodded slowly and quickly closed your door, making sure your parents were nowhere near. You locked the door just in case. You had already said goodnight, so they probably wouldn’t come by anyway, but you never know.

You turned back around and took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down. Surely there was an issue? Spider-Man wasn’t known to make home visits––

Your brows furrowed when you focused on the masked hero in front of you. He was almost hunched over, his limbs moving slowly as they trembled. You stepped towards him, your hands outstretched but sticking close to you as you were unsure of what to do.

“Are you okay?”

He paused, looking down, muttering something to himself that you couldn’t quite hear. “I––Shit. I didn’t want you to find out like this, I swear.”

You only looked at him, even more confused.

He tried to stand up straight and you could hear him wince as he looked up at you. “I––” He cleared his throat. “Please don’t be mad, okay? I just didn’t tell you because I wanted to protect you and I could never figure out the right time to say it––” He pulled off his mask and your eyes widened, a gasp escaping you when you took in his familiar features. His eyes were wide and apologetic, his hair fluffy and messed up, but as you looked closer you noticed his nose, cheeks and red were all a painful red, his lips almost blue.

You closed the distance between you, your hands coming up to hold his cheeks and you could feel his body sigh in relief from the warmth of your palms. “Peter, oh my god! Are you okay?” Your eyes were scanning his features, the only thing on your mind being your worry for him.

You could feel his eyes watching you carefully up close as you held him gently. “You––” Your eyes flickered up to his when you noticed the trembles in his voice as he spoke up quietly, almost as if he was scared. “You’re not mad?”

You pouted at him, “No baby I’m not mad. I understand, really. It makes sense why you were so busy all the time.” You gave him a small smile but it quickly slipped off your face when you focused on the boy in front of you. “But you’re freezing Pete. Doesn’t the suit have a heating feature or something?”

He looked at you for a moment, his eyes sparkling as he wondered how he got so lucky. “I um––” He shook his head, trying his best to pay attention when a shiver ran through his body. “Yeah it––It does but the thermoregulation malfunctioned earlier when I um…” He trailed off and you raised a brow, trying to catch his eye.

He looked down and licked his lips, already starting to feel his face a little more in the temperature of your room. “I kinda…” He scratched the back of his head. “Bumped into a building earlier?...”

You paused and Peter looked up when you didn’t say anything, whining your name when he noticed you trying your best to suppress a smile. “Oh come on it’s not funny!”

You bit your lip, nodding as you tried to calm down. “Of course, right. I’m sorry.” You rubbed your thumb across his cheek and you could see him warming up to you again, subconsciously pressing his face into your palm. “It’s just, you really bumped into a building? How did you even do that, Pete?” You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.

He rolled his eyes but you could see a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. “I uh––I was swinging by the park where we had our first date and I kinda got distracted, started daydreaming about you honestly.”

You smiled at him, recognizing that the fresh blush on his cheeks was no longer from the cold. “Aww Pete,” you cooed, pulling him in for a sweet kiss. Your lips connected softly, your movements familiar despite the months you’d spent apart. When you pulled away, the both of you were smiling wide. “Missed you, Pete.”

He wanted to reach out and hold you so badly, but he knew that his suit was cold, especially his hands, so he let his arms lay limp at his sides. “Missed you more and more every day.” He leaned in and pressed a short kiss to your forehead, the small gesture making your cheeks heat up.

“I’d let you take a shower to warm up, but my parents would probably see you…”

He nodded, “No, it’s okay! I was...Actually hoping you could warm me up? If you don’t mind, of course––”

Your eyes brightened as you watched him stutter, he was still as cute as ever. “Okay. I think you have some clothes left over here too, so I’ll get them.” You went over to your dresser and looked through the drawers to find the sweats and hoodie he’d left over for you.

Peter pressed the middle of his chest and sighed as he let the damp material slide off of him. He stepped out of it and put it on your chair along with his mask, before putting his hands together and blowing hot air in between them. He was shifting from side to side, rubbing his hands together quickly as he waited patiently. He just really wanted to hold you.

You quickly turned around when you found the clothes, pausing in your tracks when you noticed that he’d gained some muscle since the last time you saw him. Your mouth ran dry as your eyes trailed down his body. “Um––” You set the clothes at the end of the bed. “You know I think sharing body heat is a good way to warm you up.”

His eyes widened, “Yeah, I mean, sure. That––that should work.”

You took your sweats off, then your sweatshirt, along with your shirt and you could feel his eyes burning through you. You got into the bed, beckoning your boyfriend to come closer. “C’mere.”

He rushed over and got under the covers, a small smile on his face as he laid down next to you. His hand was inching towards your waist but he paused, looking into your eyes. “I tried to warm my hands up but they’re still a little cold––”

You laughed at how cute he was being and grabbed his hand, bringing it over to hold you. If anything the cool feeling of his fingertips soothed you as he dug them into your waist softly. You moved closer together until you were sharing a pillow, your noses almost grazing each other’s.

You brought a hand up to play with his hair, your legs tangled together as he pulled you as close as possible. He sighed contently and let his eyes flutter shut for a moment. There was a satisfied and almost reminiscent smile on his face when he looked back at you. “Missed this.”

You bit your lip and took your hand away teasingly. “Missed what?”

He immediately pouted, “Hey––” He whined, dragging out the word. He took your hand and placed it back in his hair and you couldn’t help but laugh at how adorable he was being. “Don’t be mean to me. I had a rough night.” He gave you the best puppy dog eyes he could muster and you rolled your eyes.

You leaned in and pressed a kiss to his nose. “Such a baby.”

He gave you a cheeky smile. “Your baby.”

“Yeah,” You smiled, still playing with his hair. “My baby.”

You pressed your lips against his and he pulled you impossibly closer, breathing slowly as he kissed you deeply. Your heads tilted in sync, your mouths moving together, softly and sweetly. He raised himself up on one arm so he was hovering over you slightly and unintentionally rubbed his thigh between your legs, making you sigh and squeeze your legs around him, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck. He pulled away when you hummed into the kiss.

You looked up at him, pure want and adoration in your eyes. “Need you, Pete. Wanna feel you.”

He nodded and looked into your eyes, his thumb caressing your cheek. “Haven’t felt you in a while, have I?” His voice was soft as he took in your features. “I’ll give you anything you want, princess.” He pressed a quick kiss to your lips before sliding his boxers off, as you slipped off your underwear.

He climbed over you and settled between your legs, and as cheesy and weird as it was, he felt at home. “Do you want me to––” He looked down, and you easily filled in the blank.

You raised a brow, “How exactly is that going to warm you up, Pete?”

He blushed, his eyes darting around you. “Well I just––I haven’t tasted you in a while…”

You could feel yourself getting flustered and he could hear your heartbeat quicken but chose not to comment on it. “Maybe tomorrow, babe.” You swore you saw his eyes light up. “But for now, get in me please.”

He nodded immediately. “Yeah, yeah okay. Let me just––” He was about to slip a hand down when you stopped him. He paused and you grabbed his wrist gently and brought his hand up to your mouth, slipping two fingers in eagerly as he watched you in shock, his jaw dropped. Your eyes were innocent as you looked up at him, your lips wrapped around his fingers, sucking and wetting them thoroughly.

When you let them go with a pop you simply smiled and shrugged. “They were cold.”

He let out a breath of laughter in disbelief, before coming down to kiss you passionately. Your hands came up and held his face and you sighed when his fingers came down to spread your lips and rub your clit. “God, I missed you.” He said when pulled away, looking down at you in awe.

He rubbed his fingers along your slit, collecting and spreading your wetness and teasing your clit before slipping his fingers inside of you, biting his lip at the way your head tilted back, your eyes fluttering shut as you moaned. He leaned forward and pressed small kisses along the column of your throat, enjoying the way he could feel your pulse under his lips. He trailed his kisses up to your sweet spot, each one lasting longer and becoming more sensual as he reached it.

The vibration of his voice felt good as he spoke up against you, his fingers thrusting into you at a pleasing pace. “That feel good, baby?”

You swallowed and nodded, licking your lips. “Mhm. So good.”

His lips curved into a smile against your skin, still pressing kisses as he marked your neck––it’d been a while since he’d been able to do this and he was going to savor it as much as he could. When he was done putting the finishing touches on his first love bite, he sped up his fingers and decided to press his thumb against your bundle of nerves. You gasped as your thighs clenched around him unconsciously, your hands coming down to hold his arm.

He pulled away from your neck reluctantly, finding that he’d found comfort resting his lips against your skin––he’d have to ask you if he could leave more marks later on. He noticed the look of desire in your eyes, the way your lips were parted almost in a silent plea.

You were close but you still wanted to feel him. You wanted all of him. “Pete I need you––”

He licked his lips “Can tell you’re close though, baby.” He pressed harder against your clit and you whined, your hips bucking desperately, making him smile. “Just wanna see you fall apart on my fingers. Haven’t seen it in way too long.” He was looking at you from under his lashes, his eyes somehow filled with both hunger and tenderness. “Gonna let me watch you cum on my fingers, princess?”

You breathed out and nodded, the pleasure clouding your thoughts. “O––Okay.”

He kept the same pace, knowing what you needed to tip over the edge and grinned absentmindedly when your thighs trembled and weakly tried to shut around his hand. He gently pushed them apart and slowed his movements, rubbing your clit softly as you mewled and ground your hips into his touch slowly to feel the extent of your climax. His eyes were trailing over your features, the furrow between your brows, the way your eyes rolled back before they fluttered shut, the way you bit your lip when the peak of your orgasm washed away. He was so in love with you and everything about you.

He gently slid his fingers out of you and brought them up to his mouth to lick and suck them clean. His eyes were still watching you absentmindedly that he didn’t even realize you were staring at him, your mouth open in shock and lust. He only snapped out of it when your hand reached down to grab his cock.

“Shit––”

You rubbed his tip through your folds, getting it wet as you stroked his hard member. He easily took over for you and held your thigh as he slid in slowly, letting you accommodate to the stretch and feel every inch of him that you’d missed for all these months.

“So good––Feel so so good.” He groaned as he bottomed out and felt your walls practically suck him in where he belonged. His head fell back for a moment as he got lost in the pleasure––you felt much better than his hand.

His hands dug into your thighs as he took a moment to collect himself, not wanting to finish just yet. He leaned forward so that his body was pressed up against yours, since you were doing this to share body heat after all. You wrapped your arms under his and around him, letting your fingertips dig into his back as he started to thrust into you, slow and deep.

“Missed being inside you.” He grunted out, his lips grazing yours. It felt nice to finally be connected without any barriers in the way, skin to skin as you poured your hearts out to each other. You could feel your heartbeats and your breaths syncing together as you went on, Peter’s hips thrusting into you at a faster pace as one of his hands squeezed between you to rub at your sensitive clit.

“Gonna give me one more, yeah?” His remark was more of a statement than a question as he stared into your eyes, the look in them warm and wanting. You found yourself nodding anyway, smiling to yourself when you noticed his lips curve up at your response.

With a few more purposeful thrusts and rubs of his thumb, you were tipping over the edge, Peter not far behind as he pressed his lips against yours urgently to muffle the both of your moans and cries.Your legs tightened around his waist, pulling him in as he rutted his hips into you, releasing inside you with a long and satisfied sigh against your lips.

As you settled down from your highs, your fingers slowly released their grip on his back, your limbs sinking back into the sheets as you relaxed. You pressed a few small kisses to each other’s lips, the last one lingering a bit before you pulled away from each other. Peter watched you for a few moments before kissing both of your cheeks and pulling out of you slowly, biting his lip as he focused on the sight between your legs.

Though you tried to let Pete stay in bed in the warmth of the sheets, he insisted that you’d done a good job warming him up, and kissed you hand before making his way over to find the package of baby wipes on you always kept on your dresser to clean you up. He noticed you’d already taken out the little spider-man snow globe and smiled to himself, feeling a light coating of blush rise to his cheeks.

He made his way back to you and pressed a knee onto the bed as he cleaned between your legs gently, apologizing quietly when you jolted at the feeling. The wipe was wet and cold, but it was also soothing––Peter’s hand that was caressing your leg also helped soothe you as well. He quickly discarded the wipe in the trash near your bedside as you plugged in your phone and got ready for bed, the two of you working like clockwork.

Peter made his way back under the covers with you and with open arms as you scooted closer to him, resting your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You nestled further into him, the both of you had sappy smiles on your faces.

“So, are you warm enough now?” You asked, slinging your arm and leg around him.

“Definitely. That was way better than the heating system in my suit.”

You laughed and pinched his side teasingly, making him whine playfully.

A comfortable silence fell upon the room and you waited a moment before speaking up again. “I’m glad we can do this again.” You admitted quietly.

He knew exactly what you meant, how you felt––because he felt the same. He’d been counting down the days until he’d be able to hold you again. He held you tighter. “Me too. Couldn’t sleep as well at first without you by my side, you know.” His hand mindlessly traced patterns on the bare skin of your back.

You looked up at him. “You never told me that.”

He shrugged, looking up at the ceiling. “Didn’t want you to worry.” He looked back down at you and his eyes were so focused on you that he didn’t blink for a moment, just taking all of you in. “Now that I’m with you, I’m not letting you go until I absolutely have to, though.”

You let out a sound between a hum and a content sigh and tilted your head up to meet his lips with yours for one last sweet kiss before you went to sleep. “I’m okay with that.”

He smiled cutely and you rested your head back on his chest.

“Goodnight Pete.”

“Night sweetheart.”

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No Body, No Crime

Summary: Sheriff Bodecker just has a few questions about your husbands disappearance that he’d like to go over with you.

Warnings: Non-con/dub-con, abuse of power, Lee is a sneaky devil, very brief (squint and you miss it) mention of an abusive household.

Word Count: 2.7k

AN: No one asked for it, but I’ve finally written some Lee for y’all. Hope you enjoy! Also, a massive thank you to the awesome @lilithhellfire who beta’d this for me, I really appreciate it!

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When you heard the knock on your door you never thought it would be the devil coming to call. But there he stood in all his pudgy glory. Sheriff Lee Bodecker.

You had seen the Sheriff a fair bit in the last few weeks, ever since your husband Trey had skipped town but he had always been accompanied by some deputy or other, and he had never called so late at night. He must know something.

Forgetting all formalities, you jumped right into the questioning. ‘So? What is it? What have you found?’ Your voice was panicked despite his call waking you up.

‘You’re not even gonna invite me in darlin’?’ His deep drawl cut through you and you realised he was right. You probably didn’t want to have this conversation out on your front doorstep where any of your neighbours could overhear. You stepped back and opened the door wider. ‘Please come in Sheriff.’

‘Darlin, I think we’re past that point in our relationship. Just call me Lee.’ You supposed he was right, you had been spending a lot of time down at the department recently. Still, the way he mentioned your relationship and how he kept calling you darling sent a chill through you. You weren’t his darling.

‘I don’t suppose I could get some coffee? Maybe even something sweet to eat too? I was up half the night last night and it looks like I’ll be up most of tonight too.’ His authoritative tone made it clear you didn’t really have a choice and so you left him in your little sitting room before flittering off to the kitchen.

Your mind was a blur as you methodically went through the actions of lighting the stove and grinding the coffee beans. You let the coffee stew as you grabbed the tin of freshly made brownies. They had been meant for the church picnic tomorrow morning but you didn’t think letting Lee have one or two would make that much of a difference.

You had a million questions and no answers. Why was the sheriff even here? What had he found? Or God forbid, had he found Trey? A shudder wrecked through you as you thought of the unthinkable only to be brought back by Lee’s hand on your shoulder.

‘You alright there darlin’? The coffee’s probably ready by now.’ You gulped and nodded jerkily as you stepped away from his lingering touch.

‘Sugar and cream?’ Your voice was nowhere near as strong as you wanted it to be and you knew the sheriff had heard the difference.

‘Plenty of both please.’ You doled out ample amounts into his cup and prepared your own as something to do, even though you already knew you couldn’t drink it.

The couch groaned under Lee’s weight and he patted the seat next to him, calling you over. You teetered on the edge of the faded cushion and forced a smile as his arm rested along the back of the couch.

‘You know darlin’, there’s been somethin’ about this case that just hasn’t sat right with me ever since it first came across my desk.’

You took a minute to respond, unsure if he was baiting you or just thinking out loud. ‘Oh? What is it?’

‘Well you see, it’s a little hard to explain, but when you’ve been on the job as long as I have you start to notice things. Little things that by themselves don’t matter much but when you look at the big picture, well, it becomes a whole lot clearer.’

‘Little things? Like what?’ Your heart was pounding in your chest, your meager dinner of chicken fillet and veggies threatening to come back up.

‘You know, just the odd thing here and there. Like how in the week before your husband went missing you made sure to tell anyone who would listen you were workin’ that Saturday. Or how even though you were at the diner from lunch till close you didn’t take a break. Not once in ten hours were you anywhere where someone couldn’t see you. You wanted to make sure you had an airtight alibi so when your husband was finally reported missing, we wouldn’t pin it on you.’

You felt the blood rush down from your head and there was a lump in your throat. ‘Wh-what are you… I don’t understand.’

‘Oh no darlin’ I think you do. I know that you and I both know that we can look for weeks and weeks and we’ll never find Trey alive will we? How’d you do it huh? Bludgeon him in his sleep? Or did ya put somethin’ in his coffee?’

‘I didn’t… I-I loved my husband. I didn’t do anything.’ You tried to stand from the couch but his arm wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you back down against his body.

‘C’mon darlin’ we both know that’s horse shit but I am feeling awfully generous right now.’ Confusion swept over you. What was he saying?

‘Generous?’

‘Yeah, very generous. I won’t turn you in but… well it is gonna cost you. Generosity doesn’t come free.’ His other hand brushed your dressing gown away from your thigh before resting on the bare skin just above your knee.

Realisation dawned on you and you tried to shove his hand away. You weren’t about to trade one monster for another. ‘I didn’t do anything and if you had even a morsel of proof I would’ve heard about it by now. In a town this small news travels fast.’

Lee let out a dark chuckle that sent a shiver through you. ‘Do you seriously think I need real proof? I can fake anythin’ I want and at the end of the day who’s gonna believe you, some little waitress over me, the man they elected Sheriff? You’re doomed either way darlin’ so why don’t you do yourself a favour and take off that dressing gown and let me see that body of yours before I lose my patience.’

You were all too well aware of the Sheriff’s darker side to go against his wishes. With a shaky breath you stood up, glad to not have his hands on you anymore, no matter how temporary their absence was. Your legs threatened to buckle as you fumbled with the knot. The heavy cotton finally fell away from your shoulders and into a pile on the floor.

‘C’mere darlin’. Let me see you.’ You settled yourself in between the sheriff’s legs and his hands quickly grasped your hips, bunching the satin nighty. ‘Well, isn’t that a little unexpected treat.’ He paused to admire you, his cerulean blue eyes raking up and down your body before he spoke again. ‘Take it off.’

You shut your eyes and grasped the edge of the satin, pulling it over your head in one swoop. ‘Oh yeah. That’s much better.’ His hands grasped your tits, groping the flesh greedily. An image of your husband flashed through your mind and you cursed his name. Even in death he was still screwing you over.

Lee’s hand dipping down to the apex of your thighs had your eyes snapping wide open. Regret of not wearing panties to bed filled you as his fingers did too. They explored your walls, scissoring this way and that. They teased your slick from your unwilling body and you shuddered, disgusted at the effect he had on you.

His thumb found your clit and started rubbing smooth circles around the little bud. Your knees began to shake as the squelch of your juices filled the room. Your arms involuntarily reached out to grasp his shoulders as he continued to toy with you. A devilish smirk came over him and he wetted his lips before attaching them to one of your pert nipples.

A gasp fell from your lips as he suckled on the tender flesh in time with his thick fingers. Before you even had time to recognise it for what it was your orgasm washed over you. Your body shook as pleasure made its way through your veins and you could only just feel Lee’s arm circle around your waist holding you up.

When you recovered, you watched as Lee withdrew his hand from you and held it up so you could see it glistening. ‘Look at that darlin’. This pussy already knows who it belongs to now don’t it?’ You bit back a snarky response as he licked his fingers clean, his eyes remaining on yours the entire time.

‘Now c’mere. I didn’t come all the way over here just to get you off.’ His hands dipped down to where his belt was partially hidden by his overflowing stomach. He fumbled with the belt before pulling his pants and underpants down a couple inches. Just enough for his cock to pop out.

You tried not to stare but it was hard not to. He was easily bigger than Trey’s pathetic excuse of one had been, plus this one was flushed, with little drops of cream oozing from the tip.

‘Well c’mon darlin’ don’t just stare at it. I’m sure you know what to do.’ His arms stretched out along the back of the couch calling you forward.

‘No. I- I can’t. You can’t make me do this. Please don’t.’ You tried taking a step back only to be stopped by Lee’s darkening glare.

‘I can make you do whatever the fuck I want.’ Lee spat at you, his glare turning positively hostile. ‘I’m in a pretty good mood right now so I’ll give you five seconds to get that cunt over here before I’ll show you my bad side. Five… Four…’ You blinked back your tears as you approached him, straddling one leg on either side of his thick thighs. ‘That’s a smart choice you just made darlin’.’

You refused to look at him as you gripped his aching cock and lined it up with your entrance. With one small sigh of resignation you sunk down onto him. The stretch was worse than you had thought and you could already tell you were going to be sore tomorrow. ‘Fuck, darlin’. God… this cunt… fuck me.’ Lee was already breathless as you began to ride him. His arms fell to your hips, pulling you in even closer. His soft belly rubbed against you with every lift of your hips and his shirt buttons which seemed to be clinging on for dear life scratched along your chest.

You weren’t afraid to let your fingernails dig into his shoulders. A sadistic part of you wanted to draw his blood as though that made up for what he was forcing you to do. You gritted your teeth as his lips found your nipples once more, leaving a scatter of love bites on your skin as he went.

You tried to hold in your moans of pleasure as he brushed against your g-spot but a stuttering of your hips gave you away. ‘Oh you like that? Right there?’ Lee’s hips flexed up to meet yours, hitting his mark.

You made sure to look into his eyes as you responded, ignoring the pleasure he was causing. ‘I don’t like any of this.’ Lee’s eyes narrowed at you and his jaw clenched. His hand briefly left your hip and you felt the rush of air before it landed on your ass with a smack. His other came up to clutch your chin roughly.

‘Don’t you lie to me darlin’. I know you like this. I know you do. And do ya wanna know how I know?’ His hand squeezed its way between your bodies, coming to your clit. ‘I know because this little cunt is squeezing me so fuckin’ tight. It’s tryin to milk me dry because that’s what all you women want. You just want a man’s cum in ya. You just want to be owned. And don’t bother trying to deny it because your body can’t lie to me.’ He gave your jaw one last squeeze before settling his hand back on your hip and rocked your body against his.

As much as his words had disgusted you, they had also turned you on and you could feel yourself getting impossibly close to the edge. Lee’s hand clawed at the back of your neck as he pulled you in for a dominating kiss. His tongue easily forced its way between your lips and he demonstrated his ownership over your body as you kissed him back. His kiss was harsh and needy, all teeth and tongue. You could barely breathe as you felt your toes curl. Your subsequent moans were swallowed by Lee and he planted his feet firmly to help thrust up into you.

‘God, that pussy is just squeezing me dry. Fuck, I’m gonna - I’m gonna cum. You’re gonna make me fuckin’ cum.’ His voice was husky as his lips found their way to your shoulder. You could feel him swell inside you, his body tensing against yours.

You didn’t have time to tell him to pull out before he was yanking you as far down his shaft that he could. You could feel spurt after spurt of his warm seed fill your cunt as he let out a sinful moan. His lips found yours once more as his hips rocked slowly against yours, making sure you got every drop he had to give.

When his hands at last disappeared from your body you opened your eyes. You were startled by how flushed he looked, his cheeks well passed being called ‘rosy’ and his breath was heavily laboured. He had a lazy smirk as he openly objectified your body, his arms once again resting along the back of the couch. His pink tongue swiping across his plump lips pulled you from your observation and you hastily stood up.

You wanted this man out of your house now.

You had satisfied him and done what he had wanted. Surely he would leave you alone now. You dressed on shaking legs and made sure to tie your robe extra tight. Even though he had already seen you naked, you didn’t want him seeing anything ever again.

You stood as far away from him as possible as he pulled his pants back up and popped his sheriff hat back on. His hand strayed to the tin of brownies you had pulled out earlier as he crossed the coffee table towards you and the door. You watched as he popped the entire thing into his mouth and a little groan came from his throat.

‘Well, these are quite the treat aren’t they?’ You hated the smirk he sent your way but you nodded just the same.

‘It’s a family recipe.’

‘I’m sure you’re excellent in the kitchen, though, I doubt you’re as good as you are in the sack.’ Your jaw clenched tightly and you ignored his last comment.

‘My mother taught me a lot.’ Lee nodded as though in deep understanding and you opened the door, eager for him to leave your house forever. He stepped out onto your stoop and turned back to face you.

‘Well, I sure do look forward to seeing everything else she taught you.’

‘What- What do you mean?’ Dread turned your blood to ice in your veins.

‘You didn’t think that this was a one time thing did ya? You committed first degree murder darlin’. You’re gonna have to pay up a lot more to get out of a charge like that.’

‘But- But you said it was the once.’

‘I said no such thing. It’s not my fault you didn’t ask for the terms. If you wanna remain a free woman, you’re gonna do what I say and continue letting me pay you night time visits ya hear? I’d hate for any damning evidence to come to light…’ Lee let his sentence hang in the air and you very nearly considered telling him he could go fuck off, but then you remembered the reason you were in this mess in the first place. Prison was only marginally better than an abusive household for the little bundle of cells inside you to grow.

‘See ya soon darlin’.’ Lee racked his eyes down your body one last time before tipping his hat to you. You stood in the doorway, watching as he climbed into the cruiser and drove off down your street.

You could do nothing but pray you hadn’t just traded one monster for an even worse one.

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Make You Feel My Love (One Shot)

MarvelsDC22 1K CELEBRATION!!!

Prompt

Person A falls through thin ice into sub zero water; person B rescues them and tries different remedies to prevent hypothermia.

A/N: Hello my dears!!! long time no see, but here I am once again and this time with a little piece celebrating my little rascal @marvelsdc22 since she reached the wonderful follower count of 1K!!!!!! She’s awesome, amazing and so so great, so go follow!!! and please enjoy this little piece I wrote for her writing challenge (hope you enjoy it too lil rascal). So here it is, thank you all for your patience and let me know what you think! love y’all!!!

Lena Luthor x R//Word Count: 3, 515

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When you invited Lena to your little cabin in the woods, the last thing you expected was for her to actually accept the invitation.

Not that you didn't want her to come but, after you uttered such invitation, you had realized just how awkward and creepy it sounded. You had been quick to explain your little cabin was in fact located within a little compound, around a small lake other little cabins shared.

"I would love to." She had said after listening to your little rambling, with a little smile forming in her face as you tried not to blush too hard.

Now there you were, trying to open the now stuck wooden door of the shack.

It was an early morning during the late winter when you made the trip but it was colder than you had expected it to be. There had been a couple of snowstorms a few days back and everything around was covered in snow. Fortunately, the roads had been cleared of snow and you had no trouble reaching your place, but the cabin had also been covered by snow and icicles. The door was stuck by it all and you kept pushing with your shoulder, and hoping the inside of your cabin wasn't a complete mess inside.

"Need some help?" Lena's voice startled you for a moment.

You turned around, watching as she approached you with your bags in hand. You had told her you would go to help her with them as soon as you opened the door but it seemed you were taking a bit more than expected.

"It's alright." You struggled for a moment, feeling your shoulder ache as you tried pushing the door once more.

With that and a little grunt, the door opened and you smiled triumphantly as you looked back at Lena.

"Uh, welcome to my crib?" You shrugged and Lena chuckled.

"Thank you." She handed you your bags.

You took a quick look around, noticing the little dust particles dancing with the rays of sunlight.

"Sorry if it is a bit dusty inside. It's been a while since the last time I came."

"When was the last time?" She stepped in and observed the place were you were supposed to spend five days together.

There was a big sofa, with a couple of cushions and colorful blankets, placed in front of a little fireplace. A big Persian rug adorned the floor between them and the walls around had paintings hanging from them. She followed as you walked inside and placed your bags in the floor except for the big one.

"Almost a year." You said walking through a short hallway Lena noticed lead to the kitchen. She left her bags along with yours and followed you.

You opened the big bag and started to fill the couple of pantries with the groceries you had bought for the trip. Cans of food, bags of snacks, bottles of water, and some more.

"A year? Doesn't look like it." She went to your side and started to take a couple of items of her own, helping you put them in their place.

"Well, I lend it to my friends from time to time or rent it for the holidays."

"So, you let a lot of people in here?" Lena questioned with a raised brow. "Strangers?"

"Sometimes." You thought for a moment before leaving a couple of snacks back in the bag. Only then you realized you missed a safety protocol.

For the past couple of years, since you have known each other, you had known Lena to be very cautious about the places she frequented. She wanted to make sure no one around was in danger, including herself, and that everywhere she went had at least an emergency exit in case she needed one. She always worried about people.

Your cabin, however, was surrounded by miles and miles of woods, had a lake in the yard, and the neighbor next door was at least ten minutes away from you. There was no emergency exit and practically no one around to help you if you turned into someone's target. You were living in a place for terror movies, of course she was worried you let strangers inside.

"Uh, I should check if everything is okay."

"We can go check after we're done with this." Your heard Lena chuckle again. "Don't worry, (Y/N)."

"You sure? I mean, I could make a quick scan or-"

"(Y/N), really, I'm sure there are no hidden dangers here. I was a bit surprised you would let other people stay here."

"Oh, okay." You said taking the last couple of food cans and opening one of the pantries. "It's just that, if there's someone else here, I can keep the cabin in good shape."

"Instead of leaving it abandoned, you get some money from it, right?" Lena smiled. "Who would have thought you were an entrepreneur of your own."

"Well, I may have picked a few things from you." You finished putting everything in place and closed the pantries. "But I think I still should check around, make sure everything is in place, and then we could light the fireplace. How does that sound?"

"Fine by me." Lena nodded. "But we should light the fireplace first, I can't feel my fingers." She raised her hands, showing you how her fingertips were slowly turning purple.

You made a horrified face and quickly went to grab some matches. Thankfully, the last visitors you had were kind enough to restock your little woodpile and leave some fuel. In a matter of minutes, the living room was filled with the comforting warmth of the fire and you and Lena sat for a moment in the sofa getting used to it.

You talked for a moment, mostly you, about the things you could try while you were there, which were essentially hiking, chopping wood for the fire, leaning how to cook with little food, and spend your days close to the fire.

"I know there isn't much to do, but that's the idea. Peace and quiet for a few days." You said pulling your head back to rest it on the sofa.

"It may not be much but that's all I need. I was starting to feel suffocated with all that was happening." Lena looked sad for a moment before leaning and taking your hand in hers. "Thank you again for inviting me."

You tried not to blush at the contact, remind yourself you and Lena were friends, close friends now, that were in the middle of the woods, sharing a little cottage for a week. Just the two of you. Alone. Nothing extraordinary. Something friends did all the time.

"Yeah, anytime." You said smiling and even when Lena noticed the redness in your cheeks, knowing perfectly it wasn't because of the cold, she smiled too. "Should we check the house now?"

"Sure." She said and you both stood from your seats.

First you searched the living room, where nothing seemed out of the ordinary. You even remembered it being exactly that way since the last time you had been there. You moved then into the kitchen, although you had already filled the pantries with food and snacks, there wasn't much to look into. Next, there were a couple of rooms, placed behind the living room and the kitchen and separated by the hallway. There was a bed in each one and Lena was a bit disappointed when you told her you would have your own rooms.

"No need to share a bed." You laughed a bit awkwardly and moved to check under one of the beds.

"Alright." She replied with a small sigh that you could hear.

You would have wanted to ask what that sigh meant but thought best of it. "All clear."

"Good."

You stood and walked to the door. "Alright, so, uh, this is your room and I don't know, I still haven't showed you the lake so maybe we could go for a while after we unpack."

"Okay, I like how that sounds." Lena said meeting you at the door. She was a bit closer to you than you would have expected and you felt your heart skip a beat. "Let's go for our bags."

"Right." You moved to the side and walked with Lena to the main door, unaware of the grin that had formed in her face. You took your bags and headed back to your rooms.

An hour later, you were out of the cabin, walking through the dirt road that lead to the shore of the lake. You had to kick your way through the snow that had accumulated around but you managed. The lake itself was frozen, the blue and white of the surface contrasting with the clear blue sky and the dark brown trees. The light reflected on it, making everything around brighter. It reminded you a bit of Lena's smile.

"It looks beautiful." She said stopping near the shore.

"It is." You said while looking at her.

"I get why you like this place." She turned to look at you and you couldn't help but smile.

"It's a little piece of paradise." You said stepping near her. "And I gotta show you a little thing."

You started to walk past the shore of the lake into it frozen surface, waking a couple of yards away.

"(Y/N), what are doing?" She said worriedly.

"It's alright, the lake stays frozen until spring so I can show you a little something."

You bent down to clear some of the snow on the surface and smiled when you got a glimpse of the fishes that could still swim in the cold water. Every time you stayed in the cabin you tried to fish under the ice out of curiosity and stubbornness. Many locals tried it too and although you had never caught anything, it was fun to try anyways. Maybe this time, with Lena's help, you could actually catch something. So you had, in fact, another thing you could do during your little vacation.

"Show me what?" Lena raised her voice. She was still standing along the shore of the lake, unsure if it was safe to follow.

You were about to answer when you heard a loud crack under your feet and Lena watched with horror as multiple fissures made their way on the surface of the lake where you stood. It seemed you had miscalculated the resistance of the ice you were standing and now you were in trouble.

Just like the lake, you froze in place, trying to keep yourself calm. If you could move slowly and steady enough towards the shore, this would be nothing more than a little scare.

"(Y/N)." You could hear the worry and fear in Lena's voice as she approached the lake.

"I'm fine." You raised your hands, trying to keep them out of your body for some balance, and looked at Lena with a little smile, reassuring her as much as possible. "The ice is a little soft here so I'm gonna move to the shore."

You took a short step forward but instantly regretted it as the cracks expanded along the ice. You felt the panic raise in your chest.

"(Y/N), please don't move." Lena said looking equally scared. "I'm gonna get you out, okay? Don't move."

"I won't." You swallowed hard, taking a couple of deep breaths, filling the cold air with a warm mist.

Time seemed to stop for a moment as you tried to calm yourself and watched as Lena approached the edge of the lake. She was going walking towards you and you feared this would only worsen your situation but not just for you but for Lena too. If the ice could hold her weight then you had a chance to reach her and get out of the lake without further problem. However, if the ice kept cracking it would put the two of you in danger and falling into freezing waters was not something you wanted to happen on your first day of vacation.

Lena took the first step into the lake, slow and steady, testing the ice under her feet. She was looking down, making sure she wasn't stepping on some other cracks, and raised her eyes towards you from time to time to make sure you were still in place. She was a couple of steps away from you when you both heard a loud cracking.

There was a look in her face you had seen a couple of times before but never directed towards you, a mix of fear and worry that let you know you were in trouble. You felt the ice move, so subtle at first but then like a tremor under your feet, and you were about to jump to the other side when you were sucked into the frozen lake.

First you felt the pain, as if thousands and thousands of shards of glass were being thrown at your body in a second. Then you tried to take a deep breath, which only made everything worst. You tried to move your arms and legs, to swim out of there but you couldn't. You had no control over your body and after the initial pain you started to feel numb. You couldn't breathe, you couldn't move. The only thing you felt was cold.

Suddenly, as you still fought for air, you felt even colder, with the winter breeze hitting your already frozen face. You coughed the water in your mouth and tried opening your eyes. Beside you, a tall greenish figure was dragging and pulling you from towards the edge of the lake, grabbing you by the back of your winter jacket. Only when you reached land the figure moved you, placing you flat on the dirt and putting her hands under you. They carried you all the way back to your cabin and, even when you couldn't think, you wondered where Lena had gone and if she was okay.

"I'm fine, (Y/N), I'm here." You heard the green person say and you wondered why they sounded so much like Lena.

You still couldn't move, or feel, when Lena reached your cabin door. She knew you were barely aware of what was happening as she carried you inside and placed you on the rug. Using the weaponry in her Lexosuit, she reignited the dying fire of your fireplace and found herself in a little moment of panic as she watched you lay there, trembling and hugging yourself.

Of all the things she imagined could happen, Lena never thought that you falling into freezing cold water was one of them. She had to think quick and fast before the symptoms of hypothermia started to take a hold on you. Leaving to get some help was no option, even using her suit to take you to a hospital would take considerable time you didn't have. So she did the only few things she knew could help you.

She took off her Lexosuit, something easy as she had modified it with nanotechnology to appear and disappear as quick as possible, like she had done with Kara's suit to use in case of emergency, and ran to your rooms to get all the blankets she could. She even found a towel for you head and took it with her. She put them in front of the fire to warm them while she moved you once again to take your own clothes off. You were soaked and hadn't stopped trembling.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N), I have to take this off."

She removed every piece carefully off your stiff body, your jacket, your sweater, your shirt, your boots, your socks, your pants, leaving you in nothing but your underwear, and tried not to get distracted by your sudden bareness. This was not the way she had expected to see you like this the first time. She put your clothes aside and put the towel around your hair to help it dry.

You still hadn't opened your eyes by the time she had finished, and were a bit unsure of what was happening, but you didn't complain since you started to feel a bit of warm. Your brain seemed to get back to working as you realized Lena had placed some blankets over you.

"Y-you hav-ve a s-supers-suit." You said through clattering teeth.

Lena, who feared you might be losing consciousness, let out a relieved breath.

"I have." She started to take her clothes off too and kept talking to keep you awake. "What do you think?"

"I-it's c-cool." You replied.

"Thank you." Lena finished putting aside her last piece of clothing and moved down towards you.

You could feel the blankets being lifted and a sudden mass of warmth pulling itself closer to you. You tried opening your eyes and in a second you could feel your own temperature rise like a boiling kettle. Lena's face was a couple of inches away from you, the mass of warmth you had felt was her own body, her own semi-naked body.

"L-Lena?" You said and this time you were sure the trembling in your voice was not due to the cold this time. "W-what are y-you d-doing?"

"Sorry but we have to keep you warm, alright?" She moved her arms, wrapping herself around you. "We need to stay like this for a little while."

"Just a l-little?" The words left your mouth before you could think better.

"As long as it takes." Lena said with a serious tone. "I'm not leaving you, (Y/N), so we better get comfy."

"I already a-am." You replied.

"Good. Now, you need to stay awake."

"A-awake, yeah." You nodded, closing your and feeling Lena's nose rubbing gently against yours. You were incredibly close to each other.

"I'm serious, (Y/N). Don't fall asleep."

"I'm not." You assured her.

Watching as you couldn't keep your eyes open for too long, Lena decided it was best to at least keep you talking.

"How do you feel?" She asked.

"Cold." You said still shivering.

"Can you feel your toes and fingers?"

You tried moving them. "A b-bit, I think."

"Good. Can you feel this?" You felt Lena as she moved her arms so she could held your hands within hers.

The contrast between you two was abysmal, you felt like a block of ice against a heater. She radiated such warmth and you were grateful you were there with the smartest and kindest woman in the planet or you would have been swimming with the fish.

"Yeah, I can feel it." You said and noticed some of your tremors had stopped.

"Okay, can you feel this?" Lena moved her legs this time, covering yours.

"That too." You felt the chills at that.

"Okay, we're making progress."

"Sorry." You opened your eyes with a pained expression in them. "You shouldn't be worrying about me."

Lena was a bit taken aback by your declaration but reassured you as best as she could. "There's nothing to be sorry for, and as for worrying about you, well, I'll do it gladly every time."

"Every time?" It was your turn to be surprised by her response.

"Yes." She said looking into your eyes. "You may not have noticed but I do worry about you, (Y/N), a lot. Maybe more than I should."

"You do?" You didn't know if your brain had suffered some damage but this conversation was taking an unexpected turn. A great and wonderful unexpected turn you had never imagined was possible for you.

Lena wasn't sure either about where the conversation was going, for someone used to getting things on her own way, she was finding it difficult to express what she wanted you to know. She had accepted your invitation thinking, that if you could spend some time alone together, you would realize how much into you she was. Now, there you were, almost naked under all the blankets she had found in your cabin and trying to get you out of your hypothermia, and you still didn't realize how caring and protective she was towards you.

If that was the case, she had to make a more direct demonstration.

"Yes, (Y/N), I do." She moved one of your hands against her chest, placing your palm where you could feel the beating of her heart. "Can't you feel it?"

Your own heart skipped a bit as you felt her pulse in your hand and your whole body seemed to shiver and not because of the cold. You felt you heart burst with warmth and, as you looked at Lena, you could tell she felt it too. No fire could compare to what you were experiencing and you thought to yourself that, maybe, falling into sub-zero water wasn't so bad at all.

"Yeah, I can." You finally said with a little smile.

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