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scorpioriesling · 2 months

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Those prompts are so good omg… what if smut 38 and 15 with az !?

Midnights

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Pairing(s): Azriel x reader

Warnings: smut, mdni, 18+, oral (fem recieving), mentions of weed and alcohol, pining if you squint

Summary: You absolutely cannot sleep, and of course you're out of all of your usual sleep-remedies. Who would be awake at this hour anyway to ask for help? You don't need to think long -- the answer comes through your phone at the moment you needed it.

SR’s Note: Thank you anon for the request and for your patience -- this uses prompts #15 and #38! Enjoy, xoxo

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Every night it was the same -- you'd always end up being scheduled late at the bar, which of course meant getting home at an ungodly hour, thus leaving you to finally lie down in bed in the very early hours of the morning.

You didn't complain; the cash folded neatly inside your bulging wallet kept you quiet about that, especially considering it was a Friday night and the customers at the bar were feeling rather generous tonight.

Although you made enough in tips on top of what you'd earned each hour, it almost made up for the job at hand. Sure, you'd spent your paid eight hours mixing and whisking away at drinks; but you'd also conversed, brought up the energy, and had to play off the frequent attention you'd recieved shift after shift.

There were only so many responses that you could come up with to "let me get your number, baby!" that were light-hearted and fun, but still dodgy enough that you didn't actually need to give it out. Can't hurt a male's ego too bad, if you piss someone off too much, it could cost you a job.

Overall, it was just exhausting.

Nonetheless -- you flipped back and forth between your sheets, desperately searching for sleep; a concept that seemed just out of reach as your eyes fluttered open for the hundredth time, no matter how many times you'd forced them shut.

Reaching toward your bedside table, you clicked the power button on your phone, the bright screen in your dark room causing you to squint at the intensity. 2:53 AM. Why couldn't you fall asleep?

Sighing, you place your phone in its original spot, flopping onto your back and running a hand over your face. You stare blankly at the ceiling, trying to decide what to do. You'd used the last of the sleepy tea that your best friend gave you -- Nesta swore by it -- and were out of weed, which always relaxed you enough that you may drift off easier.

Nesta was for sure asleep by now. She already chastized you for your plans to not attend training with her in the morning -- forgive you, that you'd choose to spend your Saturday morning sleeping in rather than watch her and her boyfriend pretend not to undress eachother with their eyes, thank you -- so, at this hour, she would be long asleep.

As you're racking your brain, your phone buzzes beside you. You reach for it once more, turning the brightness down to see the screen more clearly.

Wow. A message from the last person you'd expect tonight.

You up?

You read the text again, and again, looking up at the name and back at the gray text bubble to make sure you're seeing straight.

I am...

You stare at your phone screen blankly, waiting a few moments before three little dots pop up.

I can't sleep.

You probably should, you type back. Don't you have to be up early tomorrow?

Considering the sounds from down the hallway... I don't think anyone is going to be awake tomorrow morning for training.

You bite your bottom lip, chewing on the skin. So... Nesta definitely was awake. Awake, but... busy. You could just text her instead, ask her for some more of her tea. She would be able to get it to you, seeing as she isn't getting any shut-eye.

But, instead, you type back.

Want to come over?

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You're rushing around your bathroom, brushing your hair and spraying yourself with perfume when you hear a light tapping on your window. It's then that you look up, meeting your own eyes in the mirror, and scowl. He's just an acquaintence, you think to yourself. Why stress so much over how you look?

Maybe, because he is handsome.

Come on, you mentally slap yourself. You've met him only a few times anyway. He probably won't even care that much.

But you care. You really care-

It is 3 AM, he will understand.

You continue your mental battle in your head as you nervously pad over to your window, drawing the curtains and pushing the glass up. The moonlight bends around his hulking form -- and you can see his dark, touseled hair shining in the pale light. He tucks his wings behind him, leaning so suddenly close to climb through.

"Hey," he utters. You back up as he squeezes through, grunting when his feet finally hit the floor. You stare at him, looking up and down unabashedly. He has ditched his usual leathers for gray sweats, a cotton black tank, and tennis shoes.

Holy shit-

"Are you just gonna stare at me or..."

Your cheeks heat, and you quickly glance anywhere but him.

"No! Uh, no, I... welcome, uh..." you search for words, and he chuckles.

"You just get off work?" He asks, making way through your room for your living room. You trail behind him, your brow only furrowing slightly that you're following him through your apartment.

"Yes...?" You say. He plops down, making to untie his shoes and get comfy on the cushions. You simply watch in amusement, finding it rather hard to tear your eyes away from his massive biceps-

"Do you always stare or am I just now realizing it?" He teases again, kicking his final shoe off as he adjusts his hips on the couch. His arm lazily drapes over the back of it, and you scoff.

"No," you say defensively. "I am just amused that this is the first time you're in my apartment, and you are acting as if you've been here a hundred times before." You shrug, making way for the fridge.

"You got anything to drink?" He asks, changing the subject immediately. You reach inside, crouching to look between the shelves for anything other than the usual.

"Do you want alcohol? Or just a regular drink?" You ask. Azriel chuckles again, and you poke your head out for just a moment to see him smiling lightly at you and shaking his head.

"Ahh," he sighs. "You're a funny girl, Y/N." You raise an eyebrow.

"Just a normal drink, please. Don't want to be too fucked up if I'm going to try and fly out of here later." He reasons. Your heart sinks just a tiny bit at that, wishing he'd stay.

Don't be delusional.

"Water it is." You pull too bottles from the shelf, tossing one to him. He catches it, uncapping and taking a few long drinks before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You try not to stare again as you make your way to the couch beside him.

"So..." You say awkwardly, reaching for the remote to click on the TV. "What made you uh," you smile nervously. "What made you text me of all people in the middle of the night?"

Azriel shrugs, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I mean, I told you about your friend and Cass. I hate when they wait so late to start with... you know... whatever they do," he avoids the word.

"Fucking?" You raise an eyebrow, and his eyes meet yours.

"Uh... yeah. That." He coughs, and you smirk, clicking through the suggested shows on Hulu.

"Still doesn't explain why you came here though. Don't you have like, a million friends? Or, a girlfriend or something? I thought you and-"

"Nahh, nah." He interjects, shaking his head. "Just the Inner Circle. Well, them and now you, I guess, since Nesta started bringin' you around."

Your heart swells, the mini-crush on this handsome male from training only growing with every minute he spends on your couch.

"I knew it'd be quieter here, I guess." He says in finality.

You pause, crossing your legs and turning to face him.

"And, how would you know that?"

"Know... what?" He asks.

"Know it would be quiet here?"

He looks side to side, playing with the silver band on his finger. "I don't know, I mean, why wouldn't it be?"

You frown. "Did you just assume I didn't have some else I was spending my time with?" His head tilts to the side in consideration.

"You know what I mean. Fucking?" A light rosy blush fans across his cheekbones, and he shakes his head.

"No, I uh, I didn't think you had anyone here. I know you didn't, actually, um, Cassian told me-"

"Told you what." You demand, inching closer and closer. The smell of mist and cedar infiltrates your senses, and you have to remind yourself to remain steadfast.

"He... he told me you weren't seeing anybody. Haven't been, for a while, actually." You pause, staring into his hazel eyes that search yours.

"Wait, what?" You say. His hand on the back of the couch slides to meet your bare arm, and you almost shudder at the contact. "W-why would he tell you that?" You ask.

Azriel leans closer, his pupils dilating with every inch he draws nearer. He's so close that you can count every light freckle on his nose, see every fracture of color in his irises -- so close, just an inch or two more and his inviting lips would be on yours.

"Because I asked him. About you." His hand on your shoulder slowly trails up, brushing across your shoulder and snaking down toward your hip. You only now realize the position you're in -- you're practically atop him, he casually leans back against the L-shaped couch, and you've all but crawled between his legs and sat in his lap at this point.

"Why ask..." you trail off, and his other hand moves to brush a fallen strand of hair from your forehead. He smiles softly up at you, his thumb brushing against the swell of your cheek.

"I had to know if I actually had a chance," he whispers, his fingers lightly holding your jaw and pulling you down to him. "Before I did this."

His lips were definitely inviting. Warm, and soft as they slid across yours, fitting perfectly against the skin of your own. He held you firmly, pulling you closer so that you were in fact straddling him as he deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping across your bottom lip. You allowed him in, your own dancing with his in a tango of passion as his fingers gripped your hip tighter. His other hand roamed downward, first, lightly gripping the column of your throat. You softly moaned into his mouth, and he smiled into the kiss.

His fingers kept travelling, down, down, over the curve of your breast, where he squeezed lightly before finding purchase on your other hipbone. You fingers tangled in his hair, softly skating through the strands as you continued to relish in the taste of him.

"Sweet thing," he pulls back, only slightly breathless as his half-lidded eyes meet yours. You gulp a few lungfuls of air in, and match his gaze, which is focused on your pelvis, unsubconciously moving in small circles atop his lap. He looks up at you again, chuckling before connecting your lips once more.

"You can't," he breaks the kiss for a breath. "...keep doing that..." He goes back in for more, his hands snaking behind you to grip your ass. You squeak, and he grins slyly at you. "...I can't fuck you on the first night, Y/N," he says, his gaze finding yours again. Oh, how good your name sounds coming from his lips...

"You'll see me for more than just one night?" You ask, and his eyes soften as he pulls you in for another quick peck.

"I'd like to see you every night, if you'd allow me." You giggle, and he smiles warmly up at you before pressing a trail of sweet kisses from the corner of your mouth, down your jawline in a descent over the column of your neck. He lightly bites on the junction between your neck and shoulder, eliciting another soft whine from you.

"Azriel..."

You can feel the pressure between your legs only growing, the thin material of his sweatpants the only barrier between your cotton shorts and his hardening length. He pulls back, his hands lifting you off of him for a moment as he slides down to lay flat on the couch.

"Az... what-"

"Sit on my face, baby." He asks, his fingers tugging on your hips as he adjusts his wings underneath him. Your eyes widen, and he pulls on the waistband of your shorts. "Please... I want to take care of you."

You stand, shucking off your tiny shorts and watch as he marvels at the thong you had on underneath. You peel if from you, discarding them before returning to position yourself right over his awaiting mouth.

"Mmm," he hums, his lips kissing the inside of your thighs softly as you tremble over him. You can feel your arousal leaking from your core, surely trailing down your inner thighs at this point, and you place your hands on the back of the couch as his deliciously rough hands grip your ass again.

"So fucking perfect Y/N..." he mumbles, licking a slow stripe between your folds that has you gasping. "So fucking wet, just for me."

His lips press into you, his tongue working to stimulate every last nerve ending you have down there as you grip the back of the couch, whining and panting pathetically above him. His hands search across your ass, gripping your hips, and holding your thighs wide for him when you try to close them around his head.

"Fuck, Azriel... eating me so good..." you cry out as his lips find your clit, sucking on it harshly without warning. You feel the liquid fire in your lower belly being set ablaze, growing hotter and hotter with each expert flick of his tongue against your dripping heat-

"Mhmm, you like it when I eat you out?" He mumbles, his fingers digging into the skin of your hips. You throw your head back, moaning loudly as his tongue dodges in and out of your core.

"Fuck! Please... oh Gods.. yes Az-" you pant, your hands braced behind you on his thighs as your eyes look down to meet his. Your met with a sinister stare as his mouth detaches from you one last time.

"Come for me, sweet girl," he commands. You cry out desperately, his tongue so deep inside you that his nose nudges your clit with each minstration. A few more swipes of his lips against your pussy, and you're coming undone.

"Azriel!" You groan, your lower half slightly shaking as your orgasm shoots through you. His hands hold you in place over him, his tongue licking up every last drop of you that spills out before kissing your inner thighs one more time.

He delicately lifts you off of him, laying you down on the cushions as he stands up beside the couch, leaning down to kiss you deeply. You can taste yourself on him, and he allows you to by kissing you longer, and longer...

"Sweet girl," he pulls back, his hand cupping your cheek lightly. You gaze up at him, all the adoration in the world as his chin glistens in the moonlight with your essence. "Tell me where I can find you a towel?"

Your heart melts, and you silently point to the bathroom. He makes his way over, coming back a few moments later with a warm rag to help clean you up. You move to take it from him, but he only shakes his head at you.

"I said I would take care of you," he offers. You stare at him, bewildered where your night has gone and what all has come out of it. Once you're clean, he simply picks you up in his arms, carrying you gently to your bed before resting you upon it and tucking the covers around you comfortably.

"Az," you reach for him when he moves to leave your bedside, and he turns to face you once more.

"Yes?" He asks. You grab his hand, pulling him close to you.

"Please, stay?"

He sighs, running a hand through his hair again. "You know I want to-"

"So stay," you cut in.

"We haven't even had a first date yet," You can practically see the war in his eyes, but reluctantly, he folds his wings in close and walks around to the other side of the bed and pulls the blankets back.

"I don't want you to think this is just for the night," he continues, nuzzling in close and pulling you flush against his chest. "I want things to be more than... just, something for one night, Y/N."

"I do too Az, really," you kiss his cheek, and he grins.

"And, I promise, I won't think its just for one night. I'll trust you," you say, and his fingers roam over your bare bottom, resting comfortably there as his heavy-lidded stare meets yours once more before you drift off in his warm embrace.

"As long as you come back tomorrow."

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hunnymisworld · 4 months

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How Haikyuu Characters would respond to you:

When you ask them for help in making the homework.

SFW | Fluff | Crack | Short AU

[READ ME FIRST]

C O N T E X T: You are a 1st year transfer student in Karasuno and you've already adjusted to your new environment as well as the new people you met whom you made friends with. You were having a hard time with a homework and decided to ask for help in your fellow classmates/seniors.

DAICHI SAWAMURA

A P P R O A C H A B L E yet he is kinda intimidating because everybody knows he's the volleyball captain.

He'll show a small smile when you tap his shoulder to call his attention. "Hey y/n, how can i help you?"

Would offer to teach you the homework with every d e t a i l so you would understand. (He doesn't mind if you ask multiple times about the same thing)

A PATIENT MAN (and understanding too)

"Don't hesitate to ask for help anytime okay?"

He sees you as a younger sibling and finds it cute when you ask him for help.

BIG BROTHER ENERGY (best senpai fr)

Kinda serious when he teaches you the lesson, he's eager for you to learn.

Would ask you follow-up questions to make sure you really understood.

The type to even stay-up-late with you when you ask for a tutor in the upcoming exam ( FOR FREE?!?!? - yes. )

Gives you his phone number cause he does not use social media that much. In case you needed any help with academics or whatsoever.

YOU ACED THE HOMEWORK!

YU NISHINOYA & RYUNOSUKE TANAKA

You can easily find them near the vending machine playing rock-paper-scissors to know who's going to pay for who's snack/drink. (tough battle - Who do you think pays most of the time? You can leave a comment.)

"Stop messing around noya! A junior is here to ask something"

"Ow! Did you really have to hit me- **gets hit again** Oh- Hi Y/n how can your seniors help you?"

Would gladly help you and buy you snacks too!

They lead you where they usually hang out during free time and scan what your homework is about.

"Here, can i see?" Nishinoya offered to look at the homework first and you handed him your noteook.

Ryu was beside him, he was also trying to see what your homework is about.

Scan....scan... Read.... Read...

"What is this? Did we even learn this way back? Do you remember any of this ryu?"

"GIve me that! Stupid-ass. That's what you get for cutting classes. Good for you that you were able to be a senior" (Yes, ryu just snatched your notebook from noya)

BRO WAS OFFENDED

"HEY! That was- fine! It's true. Why would i argue with an even dumber person like you"

You were literally just standing there while they bicker like 🧍‍♀️ T.T (poor y/n getting flustered - wondering how to react)

"Can you stop Noya, let me handle this. SHHHH i can't focus"

Noya really said 😧😑🙂 (bro was GAGGED)

After a while.... yes they indeed remembered the lesson and eventually stopped bickering.

They summerized the lesson for you and explained the concept of the lesson. You were then able to answer all the questions which they checked.

"There all done!" Noya happily said while Ryu was having his moment being the best senpai ever.

"Easy peasy" "Lemon squeezy"

You were relieved and thanked them after. You also offered to get them ice cream next time you bump into each other to thank them for helping you (Literally ATE UP your free time from all that bickering T.T nevertheless, you were grateful)

2 MISTAKES! NOT BAD!! (You got 4 thumbs up from them both and they congratulated you)

SUGAWARA KOSHI

He would be the one to approach you since he noticed you were having a hard time since the morning recess. Brows furrowed while you were scanning your note book.

"Hey Y/n! How are you? I noticed you were having a hard time since the morning. Do you need help?"

You were on the verge of crying for being frustrated at not understanding the lesson. He noticed it and patted your back as he smiled at you warmly.

A COMFORT PERSON FR (he's such a sunshine)

Makes you calm down first so that you'd be able to clear your mind for you to understand the lesson completely.

"How are you feeling? Do you feel calm now? Don't worry, anything can be learned. Don't pressure yourself too much, you just have to give yourself enough time to learn it okay? Let yourself be a beginner too."

You smile warmly at his words. He seems to always know what to say to make a person calm down.

He explained the concept to you as simple as he can and gave you an outline of the lesson so that you have a guide.

He bought you your comfort food to help calm your nerves and walked you back to your classroom cause he was worried.

"Just approach me if you need tutoring okay? Your mental health matters, don't be too hard on yourself. Don't doubt yourself and your capabilities, you are an amazing person who is also capable of making mistakes. You're human too."

You hugged him as you felt how sincere he was and he patted your back.

YOU ACED IT YEY!! (our soft-hearted y/n awww)

KIYOKO SHIMIZU

IS YOUR BESTFRIEND!! (sees you as her little sibling)

Left her notebooks on your desk with a cute note saying:

" Don't be upset, you'll get it i promise you. Here are my notes from 1st year and it's concept is described there in the simplest form. I know you'll be able to understand it when you read it. If you have any questions just text me, i'm arranging the boys' volleyball team practice match with Nekoma right now so i was not able to hand it to you personally. Take care xoxo!

PS: let me know if you want to watch the match, i'll get you a ticket"

SHE IS THE SWEETEST

You understood her notes pretty easily as she said on her note

You texted her and said thank you for the notes and offered to buy her snacks when she's not busy anymore.

She replied with:

" You're welcome 🩷. Sure!!"

She's the best sister fr.

KEI TSUKISHIMA

Will turn his back on you as you approach him T.T

"No. I know what you're going to ask for"

Damn :((

As you walk out of the classrom to ask others who can help you with the homework, he secretly puts his notebook in your bag for you to have a guide for the homework.

"dumb-ahh."

Yes, he left a note and stick in inside his notebook saying:

"Everything is here. You better not text or annoy me. Study on your own. I need my notebook back by tomorrow"

You were surprised and touched that he knows how to show he cares.

OFC YOU ACED IT!!

SHOYO HINATA & TOBIO KAGEYAMA

Before you even have the chance to ask them, THEY WILL ASK FOR YOUR HELP FIRST T.T

They don't understand the lesson either

"Hey y/n, do you understand the lesson? Can you help us?"

BOTH OF THEM LOOKING AT YOU SO HELPLESS AND SHOYO IS ABOUT TO CRY T.T (poor baby)

You looked at them shocked and said "I'm surprised and flattered that you think that I understood the topic but I ALSO DON'T KNOW T.T"

You and HInata cried while Kageyama left you both to ask for help (don't worry he intends to teach you the concept of the lesson to after he learned it from someone who can help)

You ended up having a mini group study with them and Kageyama was able to explain the concept sucessfully.

"Woah Kageyama, i have this much respect for you now. Didn't know you had this side in you" the orange haired guy said.

"Shut up, i'll never set for you again if you manage to fail this homework"

ALL OF YOU ACED IT!!

E N D

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missmatchablossom · 8 months

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The Champion's Babysitter

Pokemon x JJK AU

summary: you are the newest dragon-type gym leader, and you've just been tasked with babysitting the pokemon champion gojo satoru, who has not been taking his job seriously.

a.n.: fem reader, a couple of curse words, kinda slow burn romance, fluffy, cute pokemon interactions, 6.8k words. shoutout @silkspunweb for putting this AU in my head <3

“I’m sorry, could you please repeat that? I’m afraid I’m not following,” you asked, nerves overwhelming your senses as you stood before the four toughest pokemon trainers in the region: the Elite Four.

It was impossible not to be in awe of some of the world’s most renowned fighters. How could you just stand there, not shitting your pants, when you spent so many hours watching footage of their pokemon battles? You had the utmost respect for the four figures sitting before you.

Nanami Kento, the Steel-Type master

Okkotsu Yuta, the Dark-Type expert

Fushiguro Toji, the Poison-Type wielder

Iori Utahime, the Ice-Type genius

It was an honor to be granted a private audience with them upon their request. But your reverence was halted once Nanami began delivering the news to you.

“We are asking that you oversee the business of Gojo,” he said, looking you squarely in the eyes as he adjusted his glasses.

“Gojo, as in Gojo Satoru? Our current pokemon champion?” you asked incredulously, eyes flickering between the four people before you, desperate for clarification.

“The very same one,” Yuta answered, smiling at you sympathetically.

“What do you mean by oversee?” you continued, turning towards Utahime.

“As I’m sure you’ve already heard on the news, Champion Gojo has been neglecting his post as of late. Recent challengers have been showing up to battles to find him missing,” she responded, brows furrowing in distaste. The Frosslass at her side nodded her assent.

It was true, it’s been all over TV lately. The celebrated, undefeated champion has been ghosting any challengers. The footage that you see of him nowadays is of him lounging around at different cafes, snapping pictures of the sweets he’s indulging in.

Pathetic, you thought.

“His hedonism is causing a lot of uproar. It’s a huge pain in the ass,” Nanami added, as the others murmured in agreement.

“We’d like you to check in with him now and then…encourage him to take his position more seriously,” Yuta said, the gaze of his dusclops behind him unsettling you.

You blinked a few times.

“Why me?” you asked. The four exchanged loaded glances you struggled to decipher. You could’ve sworn that Yuta’s smile felt more mischievous than usual, like he knew something you didn’t.

“You’re one of the most promising young trainers we’ve seen in a long time. The gym leaders you’ve battled and your fellow peers have vouched for you as someone of great integrity, valor, and talent. We’ve seen it ourselves.” Utahime said, causing your chest to swell with pride.

“The decision to make you the newest Dragon-type gym leader was unanimous. We hope you don’t take that lightly,” Nanami revealed.

“Thank you, it means a lot to me,” you said. You’d worked hard your entire life to become a gym leader worthy of the Dragon-type pokemon you hold near and dear to your heart. But they were still dancing around why they wanted you to do anything with the champion.

“Forgive me for asking, but what can I do that the rest of you cannot?” you pressed, ignoring the bored yawn from Toji.

“Gojo won’t listen to us. But we believe he will at least find interest in a fellow Dragon-type specialist, especially one as strong as you,” Yuta responded.

It was common knowledge that while our champion could wield any type of pokemon, he favored Dragon-types. Not many could say the same, as most trainers found it difficult to work with the stubborn, overpowering nature that is Dragon-type pokemon.

Toji’s heavy sigh filled the room, the weedle around his shoulders tilting its head at you.

“Look kid, we’re asking you to be his babysitter. Follow him around, challenge him to battles, do whatever you need to get his ass back to work so he can stop being a pain in ours.” Toji stated gruffly, crossing his arms and leveling you with a look.

Nanami fired a look of quiet distaste in his direction, focusing back on you.

“My apologies for his tactlessness, but he’s not wrong. We know it’s a big task, but you’re the only one we can ask,” Nanami said, his Lucario nodding its head.

“You might even learn something from him. Few people can say they got to train with Champion Gojo,” Utahime pressed, quipping her brow.

She got you there. While you dedicated countless hours watching pokemon battles of each of the elite 4, you studied Gojo’s battles religiously. There was no documented battle of his that you didn’t know like the back of your hand, and no matter how many times you’d seen him fight, you always felt the same awe and respect watching his talent.

The elite 4 and their pokemon stared at you intensely, waiting for your response. How could you refuse, when some of the top trainers in the world were practically begging you for this favor?

“I’ll do it if you really think I can help,” you said, fiddling with your fingers nervously.

All of them - minus Toji - notably relaxed their shoulders, thanking you.

“We’ve synced up your pokedex with his so you can always locate each other. You have a pokemon capable of flying, yes?” Utahime said, handing you your updated pokedex. You nodded, slipping it into your pocket.

“Perfect. Why don’t you pay him a visit?” Yuta said, smiling angelically at you. It seemed like you didn’t have a choice, not with the way they were all looking expectantly.

“All right. I’ll forward updates in the coming weeks,” you said, nodding to the rest of them as you turned to leave.

Before you reached the exit, a soft paw pad touched your shoulder. You turned to face Nanami’s Lucario, which was holding out a can of lemonade in its paws. You reached out to grab the can, smiling at the pokemon.

“For me?” you asked, brows furrowing as the Lucario shook its head.

“For…Gojo?” you asked, and immediately the Lucario smiled and nodded.

“Alright, I’ll pass it to him. Thank you,” you said, waving as you left.

Once you were outside the building, you released a sigh. Salamence immediately popped out of his pokeball, letting out a mixture of chuffs and roars and he nudged you with his nose.

You laughed, placing your hand under his chin and scratching.

“I’m alright buddy, I promise,” you said. You were incredibly bonded to all of your pokemon, but Salamence had a special place in your heart. He has always been your proud protector, ever since you came across him when he was an injured, weak Bagon.

Flipping open the map on your Pokedex, you located Gojo near a seaside town.

“Alright, ready to fly bud?” you asked Salamence. He roared in excitement as you jumped onto his back.

The soothing music of the waves against the shore always calmed you. Before you became a gym leader, you often visited the beach to relax and let your water-types splash around.

You didn’t even need your pokedex to locate the champion, who was garnering attention from every person nearby as he sat at the local cafe. He was practically surrounded by people, the shine of his silvery hair being the only thing singling him out in a crowd so big.

There was only one trick up your sleeve that was a sure-fire way of getting a crowd’s attention. Grabbing two of your pokeballs, you allowed Kingdra and Gyrrados to come out into the water.

They both jumped in immediately, happily swimming around as you laughed.

“Alright you two, I need you both to execute plan sparkle,” you said. They voiced their agreement and immediately began performing a dual variation of the move dragon dance in the water, causing major splashes and ripples that began drawing the huge crowd of people away from Gojo and towards them.

You shot them a thumbs-up before making your way over to the champion. It almost pissed you off how nonchalant he looked, leaning back in his chair with his legs stretched out, like there wasn’t anywhere he should be. His famous luxray lay at his feet, curled up next to a plate of what looked like poke puffs. Once he spotted you, he rose to his full stature, positioning himself in front of his trainer in a protective stance. You offered the Luxray a treat from your pocket, and the pokemon gently took it in his mouth before retreating to Gojo’s side.

“Champion Satoru Gojo,” you began, squaring your shoulders.

He glanced up at you immediately, his cerulean eyes peeking out behind a pair of black sunglasses that sat perched at the end of his nose. His silvery hair was down, brushing against his eyes ever so slightly from the sea breeze.

A hint of surprise ran across over his features, fast enough that you almost didn’t catch it.

“My name is-”

“I know who you are, dragon prodigy,” Gojo said, calling you by your nickname.

He knows who I am?

“May I ask why our esteemed champion is here, instead of facing all the challengers you have lined up to defeat you?” you asked, crossing your arms.

He smiled at you, sending a stampede of butterfrees down your body. Gojo wasn’t famed for just his prowess in pokemon battle, no. He was one of the most famous champions for his beauty, especially with that signature smile of his.

“Looking to battle me, are you?” he said, crossing his arms over his head as he tilted his head down to get a good look at you.

“I’d never turn down a battle, but I’m not interested in your title, champion,” you said, a note of disdain in your voice. He raised a brow at you, as if he couldn’t believe a trainer didn’t want to become the coveted title of pokemon champion.

“Oh? Then why have you tracked me down here, miss prodigy,” he asked, reaching down to pet his Luxray.

“I’ve been tasked with making sure you get back to work. Please return to your post so I can return to my gym,” you said, failing at keeping the bite away from your words.

He stretched his long arms up, humming to himself as he considered your command.

“How about this? If you can retrieve the one thing I’m craving right now, I’ll return to the Pokemon League for today,” he said cheekily.

“How am I supposed to know what you’re cr-”

“You have 5 minutes. Good luck!”

Bastard.

You trudged back towards the beach, not bothering to waste your time on a fool’s errand. You were already mentally preparing your apology letter to the elite 4.

At least Kingdra and Gyrrados are having fun, you thought to yourself.

Your two water types continued to dance around in the water, thriving off the attention of all of the onlookers.

You felt his pokeball rattle against its spot in your pack before Salamence came out, seeming to sense your frustration.

“Can you believe it, Sal? The unbeatable Gojo Satoru is wasting his time here and ignoring his job. Think about how many people look up to him as champion!” you exclaimed, pacing as Salamence nodded his head.

That’s why they say never meet your heroes.

“He asked me to find his craving in 5 minutes. How the hell am I supposed to know what he’s craving? I barely met the man. I just know he likes sweets from all those interviews,” you admitted, shaking your head.

Salamence suddenly began nudging at the backpack you laid on the ground, tipping it over until its contents began to spill out.

“Hey knock it off bud, are you hungry or something?” you asked, reaching to gather the spilled contents. You paused when you laid eyes on the can of lemonade given to you by Nanami’s Lucario.

“There’s no way,” you mumbled to yourself, holding the can in your hands.

Worth a shot, I guess, you thought.

“Salamence, return.” Once your dragon was safely tucked back into his pokeball, you strode back to the champion, placing the can of lemonade on the table before him.

Gojo looked at you incredulously, then eyed the lemonade with a look you struggled to pinpoint.

“Satisfied?” you asked, bracing yourself for a rejection.

Instead, the sincere smile gracing his features took you by surprise. The way he picked it up made it seem like it was something precious, and suddenly the champion looked much younger.

“I am,” he said, moving to stand up to his impressive height. He towered over you, forcing you to look up as he stepped into your space. You gulped as you took notice of how stupidly handsome this man was.

“You win for today. But I’m sure I’ll see you again soon,” he drawled, stunning you with a wink.

You watched silently as he walked away, his enormous Charizard appearing before him. You gawked at the beautiful pokemon, the dragon-type lover in you urging you to come closer.

He was gone within seconds, leaving you with a lingering funny feeling, especially after seeing that last smile. It was nothing like the smiles you were familiar with - the arrogant smiles he wore after each victory, the charming smiles he put on for each interview. You grew lost in thought as you tried swallowing the urge to make him smile like that again.

What did I get myself into?

“Altaria, use peck!” you yelled, watching your pokemon dive toward the challenger’s Machoke. The Machoke stumbled back with the force of the hit, but quickly righted itself.

“Machoke, use low sweep!” your challenger yelled, his pokemon wasting no time in kicking out its feet against your Altaria.

Your pokemon dodged skillfully, evading the assault with minimal effort. After a couple more turns, your Altaria finished off the opponent’s pokemon with a final peck.

“And the winner is, our Gym Leader! Better luck next time, trainer Itadori,” your gym assistant said.

The boy named Itadori Yuji sank to his knees dramatically, placing his head in his hands as he yelled out in sorrow.

“You fought well Itadori,” you said, offering your hand to him.

“Wait, really?!” he exclaimed, taking your hand. His look of despair was immediately replaced with hope, reminiscent of a puppy.

“Yes, that Machoke of yours is quite strong. My advice is to work a bit more on type matchups,” you said, smiling as he eagerly noted your tips.

“Alright, just you wait! I’ll train even harder and I’ll beat you in no time,” he exclaimed, the fire once again alight in his eyes.

“I look forward to it,” you said genuinely, watching as he ran out of the gym in record time. And you meant it. While he was a little sloppy, he fought bravely, and with raw power you haven’t seen in a while. You could definitely see him challenging Gojo one day.

You reached up to stroke Altaria’s feathers, commending her for another battle well done.

“Okay, the rest of you can come out now,” you said aloud, smiling as the other 5 pokemon in your party came out of their pokeballs and began cheering for your victory.

Suddenly, Salamence began growling towards the platform where you usually held your battles. A familiar figure sat perched on the steps, smiling down at you like you were old friends.

“Congrats on the win, dragon prodigy,” Gojo said, unaffected by the rising hostility from Salamence.

“Easy bud, it's okay,” you said, patting his side.

“How long have you been here?” you said, struggling to comprehend how he evaded notice.

“Long enough to see you bullshit that battle with Yuji,” he said, pissing you off with his infuriating smile.

“Excuse me?” you asked, debating on letting Salamence go off on him.

“With your skillset, you’re capable of defeating his pokemon with a single move from each of yours. Yet each of his pokemon lasted longer than they should’ve,” he said meaningfully, his long steps quickly eating up the distance between you two.

“Why is that?” he asked, suddenly much closer to you, ignoring the snarling from Salamence.

You looked straight into his blue eyes, intrigued by how they were flicking back and forth between your own, studying you.

“Every time I defeat a challenger that way, it crushes their spirit. I’m still beating them, but I’m giving them a bit more confidence and practice this way,” you answered, turning away from him.

It broke your heart to see the look of utter defeat on each challenger’s face when you actually fought even close enough to your full strength.

Gojo hummed, shaking his head at you.

“You’re setting them up for failure. You’re giving these kids the false hope that their pokemon are strong enough to stand against your own, then when they finally get to the elite 4, they won’t stand a chance,” he said, piercing you with his words.

“Then they won’t have a single hope against me,” he continued coldly, watching for your reaction.

You never thought about it that way, how taking it easy on your challengers could be hurting them more than helping them.

“My advice: don’t hold back. I’d love to watch that beautiful fighting style of yours when you’re serious,” he said lowly, placing something cold in your hands before walking away.

You looked down at your hands quizzically, finding a can of lemonade.

“It’s the best after a fight!” Gojo yelled over his shoulder before he left.

You stood in silence, mulling over his words over and over again.

You slid your pokedex back into your pocket after confirming you found the right building.

Pokemon Trainer’s School was written in bold letters on the first sign you saw.

Your entrance into the building turned a few heads, and you earned a good amount of wide-eyed smiles and points as you searched the building for a certain champion.

“It’s the 8th gym leader!”

“The dragon prodigy is here!”

“Oh my gosh let's go get an autograph!”

You smiled and waved politely at each of them, making your way through each room until you finally spotted Gojo, standing in front of a chalkboard of a small class of students.

His eyes flickered to yours, but he continued talking as if he were expecting you.

“In order for you to defeat dragon-type pokemon, it’s best to use Ice and Fairy-type pokemon. But make sure to study the types of your opponent, and be weary of dual-types,” he said.

You narrowed your eyes at him, which he of course ignored.

“Ah, perfect timing. Class, we have a special treat for today! A lesson from the very own dragon gym leader herself!” Gojo announced, gesturing to you.

You froze as 6 heads turned your way, various levels of shock written across each of their faces.

“A lesson from the gym leader herself, so cool!” the boy you recognized as Itadori yelled, pumping his fist.

You plastered on a polite smile as you walked up to the front towards Gojo, leaning into his space while the students were buzzing with chatter.

“Teaching them how to defeat me, are you? You’re such a dick,” you said quietly, nudging him in the ribs.

“Worried?” he countered, the grin evident in his voice.

“You wish,” you snapped, trying not to smile. It didn’t bother you, truly. What you were really trying to wrap your head around was why the elite champion was spending his afternoon teaching such a small class of trainers instead of battling his own challengers.

“Perfect, then you don’t mind teaching us a lesson about how to beat dragon types then right? Thank you!” he said, moving aside to sit amongst his students. You flipped him off before any of the kids could see, then focused your attention on the students staring at you expectantly.

“Alright, dragon types 101 then,” you said, launching into a lesson explaining almost everything you knew about your favorite type of pokemon.

The students listened attentively, surprising you with their engagement and the thoughtfulness of their questions. Class flew by in the blink of an eye, and soon enough you were alone in the classroom with Gojo.

He let out a whistle as you sat next to him on top of one of the desks.

“You’re a natural. Ever thought about teaching?” he said.

“Not really. But that was nice actually, those kids are very smart,” you admitted, smiling at the champion.

From the way his eyes widened ever so slightly, it must have thrown him off, seeing you smile for the first time like that.

“They are. I’ll bet you the future champion is among them,” he said sincerely, smiling warmly for once.

It tickled at your chest, the way his different expressions made you feel. You felt greedy to see more sides of him.

“Is that why you’re here, instead of doing your job?” you asked softly, nudging your knee against him.

“I’d much rather be here training these kids to become the best, than have to waste my time battling a bunch of rowdy upstarts who would abuse the champion title,” he said truthfully.

“Is that why you’re avoiding battles? Scared someone will beat you?” you asked curiously, studying the way his long lashes fanned against his cheek when he looked down.

“Nah. More like I don’t want to bother with kids who have zero chance beating me. It’s way more fun to train these kids to become strong enough to beat me. I’d be happy to hand over my title to one of them, someday,” he said, nudging you back.

His words made you pause.

“That was the most decent thing I’ve ever heard you say,” you said, thoughtfully, admiring the way the light of the late afternoon made his hair seem to glow.

“That's rude as hell,” he said, causing you to burst out in laughter. By the time you finished, you realized he’d been staring at you, making a blush creep up your cheeks.

“What?” you said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear nervously.

“What do I have to do to make you laugh like that again?” he asked genuinely, unleashing a hoard of butterfrees in your stomach.

You raised your brows, waiting for him to crack a joke or say something stupid again. But he didn’t, he was serious.

“Go back to the Pokemon League and do your job, then I’ll give you an award,” you said, smiling at the look of interest on his face.

“Hmm, since you were so kind to teach my kids a lesson, I’ll go back to work,” he said, rising up to his impressive stature.

“But I expect my reward to be paid in advance,” he said, leaning down so his face was inches away from yours.

You blushed furiously as his eyes flickered down to your lips.

Clearing your throat, you calmed yourself, plastering the sweetest smile you could muster on your lips.

“Close your eyes then,” you said as silkily as you could, trailing your left hand up his arm.

The champion froze, eyes widening before he complied and shut them. You fought a giggle before pressing the can of lemonade against his lips, enjoying the way his eyes shot open in surprise.

He grabbed the can from your hand before you dashed out of the room, giggling at your prank. You heard his hearty laughter echoing across the halls before you left.

It was a rare day off you had to yourself. No gym challengers, no chasing Gojo, just you and your Pokemon lounging at the beach.

The elite 4 sent you a thank you letter, claiming Gojo’s attendance had gone up significantly since you started checking up on him. They told you to take the week off, and you gladly did. There was an odd pang in your chest, though. You had become accustomed to seeing the champion, used to facing the different challenges he gave you that would get him back to work. He was undoubtedly annoying and cocky, yet you dared to find yourself missing him and the way he made you laugh.

Beach. Enjoy the beach, you urged yourself.

Kingdra and Gyrrados were racing each other in the water, joined by a couple of wild water pokemon. Altaria was soaring with a flock of wingulls, showing off her speed. Goodra and Garchomp were playing in the sand, creating what looked like a giant hole. Salamence was content to be laying at your side, sunbathing next to you.

You broke out of your daze once Altaria started nudging you with her wing.

“What’s up Tari? Are you already done flying?” you said, sitting up as you pressed your sunglasses to the top of your head.

You were taken aback to see that the sunny skies had been completely replaced with angry stormclouds, threatening to unleash their rain at any second.

“Oh geez, it’s about to start pouring huh,” you said, quickly gathering up your things.

You returned the rest of your party to their pokeballs, where they would be safe from the incoming storm.

The rain began coming down heavily, and you dashed out of the sand to take cover under a tree.

An ear-piercing cry startled you, and you turned to see two kids standing next to rocks by the shore.

“Hey you two! It’s dangerous to be out here when it's storming!” you yelled, walking towards the young kids.

They turned their identical faces towards you, both streaked with tears.

“Please rescue our Eevee!” one of them cried, clinging to you.

“She was swimming when the storm started. We can’t find her anywhere!” the other said.

You knelt to be eye-level with them, grabbing one of their hands in each of yours.

“I’ll find her for you, okay? But I need you both to stay hidden. It’s dangerous when it rains, the stronger pokemon tend to come out,” you warned.

“Salemence!” you yelled, watching as your pokemon appeared before you.

The twins looked at him with a mix of fear and awe as he quickly lifted his wings to shield them from the rain.

“I need you to stay with him okay? He’ll keep you safe while I rescue your Eevee,” you said. They nodded, huddling together against your pokemon.

Salamence immediately roared in protest, undoubtedly refusing to leave your side.

“I need you to protect them Sally, please. I’ll be okay, I promise,” you said, dropping your backpack next to him. You grabbed the mouthpiece that allowed you to breathe underwater, then dove into the sea before you had a chance to chicken out.

The freezing temperature of the water was a shock to your system. You had to rescue this Eevee fast if you wanted to avoid frostbite. You had honed your body to withstand extreme climates as you trained alongside your pokemon, but even you knew you couldn’t last long in this weather.

You swam furiously, dodging every pokemon within your radius. Not all of them would charge at you to battle, but the rain made it practically impossible to distinguish which pokemon was what, and you didn’t want to risk finding out. While treading water, you spotted a blur of brown on a group of rocks.

Swimming closer, you spotted a little Eevee, soaked wet and shivering. The poor thing looked up at you with sad, scared eyes as you hopped out of the water to approach it.

“It’s okay little one, I’m here to rescue you okay?” you said through chattering teeth. You struggled to feel your fingers, but you forced yourself to take out the pokeball you borrowed from the twins anyways.

“I’ll get you back to your trainer. Eevee, return,” you said, breathing a sigh of relief once the pokemon was safely back into its ball.

Tucking the ball inside a small pouch you carried, you dove back into the water. To your dismay, a school of tentacruels were gathering near the surface of the water, and you knew them to be aggressive. You’d have to dive deeper into the water to avoid being spotted, but you were running out of time before the cold would give incapacitate you.

Mustering all your strength, you swam the distance back to shore, unable to gather the energy to do anything except lean against a rock just beyond the reach of the water.

Salamence ran to you immediately, the two twins hot on his trail. Once he reached you, he whined and nudged at you, but you were too cold to move. The continued assault of the rain didn’t help the excruciating chill you were feeling.

“S-she’s s-safe,” you bit out, shakily placing Eevee’s pokeball back in the hands of the twins, who cried as they thanked you.

“S-sal, please g-get them t-to the p-pokemon c-center,” you said, your shivers becoming so violent it was near impossible to talk.

Salamence whined, refusing to move. He covered all three of you with his wings, and you had no strength left to chide him for ignoring you.

You vaguely heard the twins speaking to you, asking if you were okay. But you could barely register their words with the cold seeping into your bones, numbing your brain and making you feel sleepy.

“Shit,” you heard from a familiar voice. You felt his hand against your cheek before he released a hiss.

“You’re fucking freezing,” he said, and you cracked your eyes open enough to see the panic racing against his beautiful features.

“G-gojo?” you chattered, wondering if the hypothermia was getting to your brain and making you see things.

“Salamence, please get the kids to safety,” Gojo asked. You heard Salamence growl in response.

“I promise I will help your trainer, but I can’t do that if I need to help them too. Please,” he said, surprising you with how softly he spoke to your pokemon.

It must have worked, as you heard the beating of his wings that meant he took flight. Probably to the nearest Pokemon Center to bring the twins to safety.

“Bear with me for a sec,” Gojo said, lifting you up with one arm under your legs and one across your lower back.

“I’m f-fucking c-cold,” you said, shaking violently in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I know baby. I’ll get you warm,” he said, breaking out into a sprint. You clung to him as much as you could, releasing your grip once the sound of the rain became muffled.

He set you down gently against what felt like a wall of rock. The cold bit into your skin, but at least it was dry here.

Gojo knelt to face you, taking your face in his hands. You leaned your cheek into his warm palms, feeling overwhelmed with relief at seeing his familiar face.

“I need to get you out of your wet clothes, okay?” he said, not moving until you nodded. Once you did, he made quick work of your outfit, stripping you down until you were completely bare before him.

Any embarrassment you felt was overshadowed by the determination in his eyes, the hard set to his mouth that you rarely ever caught without a smile. A part of you wished he’d crack a joke or say something stupid to piss you off and lighten the mood, but he didn’t.

Reaching into his pack, he swiped a hand towel and began silently running it across your body, drying you swiftly as you continued to shiver.

His cerulean eyes shimmered with focus as he stripped off his own clothing, slipping his own shirt over your frame. You sighed with relief as the warm, dry fabric of his shirt soothed your chilled skin, hanging over you like a dress and enveloping you with his clean scent.

“Better?” he asked, taking your frozen fingers into his hands, and exhaling onto them to warm them up.

You nodded, warmth filling your body with how gently he was treating you. Your eyes traveled town his toned torso, admiring how his body seemed sculpted out of marble.

“But won’t you be c-cold?” you asked, wrapping your arms tightly against yourself.

“Worry about yourself, prodigy. Your lips are blue,” he said, settling himself behind you in only his pants and boots.

He placed his hands onto your hips, lifting you slightly and settling you on his lap. You gasped as the warmth of his front began seeping into your back, his arms cradling you and he continued to wordlessly rub your hands between his. It felt incredibly intimate.

He’s just doing it to save your life, calm down, you thought to yourself.

He paused for a second, reaching his hand to grab something from his pocket.

“Charizard,” he said. Within seconds, the pokemon appeared before your eyes, staring down at you.

“We need your fire. Please,” Gojo said, jerking his head down towards you.

Charizard nodded, laying down on its stomach, positioning the tip of its tail in front of you and Gojo. The fire at the tip of its tail provided you with immediate relief.

After a while, the shivering racking your body subsided, and your teeth finally stopped chattering.

“Thank you. Both of you,” you said quietly, breaking the silence. Charizard made a sound that you took as “you’re welcome, I guess,” and Gojo’s arms around you tightened.

“You could’ve died, you know,” Gojo said lowly, his voice tickling the shell of your ear.

“I know,” you answered, squeezing his hands that held yours.

“Why would you put yourself at risk like that?” he asked more calmly than you’d expected, rubbing slow circles into your palms.

“I couldn’t just leave their Eevee out there. It would’ve died,” you said, observing the rain still heavily pouring outside of the cave. There’s not a single doubt in your mind that their Eevee would’ve lost it’s life had you not saved it, either from drowning or from hypothermia.

“Why didn’t you have your pokemon help you? You have water types,” Gojo pressed, leaning forward to rest his chin on your shoulder, causing you to shiver.

“I couldn’t risk any of them getting injured. They’re too precious to me,” you said.

Gojo heaved a heavy sigh, the warmth of his exhale tickling across the sensitive skin near your nape.

“You and your bleeding heart,” he said, a mixture of resignment and admiration in his voice.

“Can’t say I wouldn’t have done the same. But I would’ve at least called for help first,” he said, making you laugh.

“Right, how did you know to find me here?” you asked, warm enough to turn in his lap to face him. Your breath caught as you realized just how close he was to you, and you couldn’t help your eyes as they lingered on his perfectly pink lips.

You’d never been close enough to him before to see the little flecks of silver that made his eyes shine. His silvery hair was slightly damp from the rain, a few strands curling around his face that made him seem younger. He was devastatingly beautiful.

He reached out to tuck a stray piece of your hair behind your ear.

“I just had a sudden urge to see you. I’ve become so used to seeing your pretty face show up everywhere I go, that I got lonely when you stopped,” he said honestly. You smiled.

“Imagine my surprise when I get here and you’re freezing to death. You really scared me back there,” he said, his throat bobbing.

He was frightened for you. He saved you. He cared about you.

You leaned forward, gingerly wrapping your arms around his neck in a tight hug. He returned it immediately, wrapping his hands across your shoulders. His hands traced small circles into your skin, as if he needed to keep touching you to make sure you were still there.

“I’m sorry. Thank you,” you whispered into his ear, rubbing your cheek against the silky skin of his shoulder.

The two of your relaxed in the silence, the sound of the rain and Charizard’s breathing becoming strangely comforting.

The sound of a familiar roar shook you from your thoughts, as Salamence landed at the front of the cave, a package in his mouth.

“Sally!” you yelled, attempting to get up from Gojo’s lap. His long fingers grasped your hips, tugging you back down to him.

“You’re not warm enough yet. Stay,” he said, earning him a warning growl from Salamence.

Salamence shook off the rain at the entrance of the cave, walking towards you. Him and Charizard exchanged a few snarls, but neither of them actually made any moves towards the other.

You stuck your arm out, and Salamence stuck his nose against your palm.

“You okay bud? You’re soaked,” you said, feeling the chill from the rain on his skin. He chuffed, depositing the package in his mouth beside you.

Gojo unwrapped it, finding a set of dry clothes and a few towels. The pokemon centers usually prepared these packages for extreme weather, and the twins must have alerted one of the nurses to send him off with one.

“Good job,” Gojo said, reaching out his hand to pat Salemence. To your complete surprise, Salamence accepted his touch, closing his eyes contently as Gojo scratched his chin.

“Let’s get you changed and head out. I’d rather get you checked out to be safe first, that okay?” Gojo asked, rubbing his hands up and down your arms, checking how warm you were.

You nodded, wishing he would never stop touching you.

Luckily, you narrowly avoided hypothermia or frostbite thanks to Gojo. You were able to recover quickly, and before you knew it you were back at your platform inside of your gym.

“How many challengers do we have today?” you asked your gym assistant, feeding Garchomp a pokepuff.

“Um, one,” he said, eyes darting left to right nervously.

“Just one?” you questioned, noticing how your assistant looked more anxious than usual. You were used to battling 4-5 challengers a day, making sure to give your pokemon ample rest between. It was unusual for you to only have one battle.

“Yes ma’am. He requested he be the only one,” your assistant said, fiddling with his pokedex.

“Requested? Who the hell does this guy think he is,” you said, glaring at the trembling teenager. It was very bold to request to be the only challenger at a gym - it usually implied that the trainer thought very highly of themselves.

“The champion,” Gojo said, stepping up from the staircase, smirking at you cockily.

You furrowed your brows as you stared at the Champion. He was actually dressed in his fighting attire - a dark blue zip-up with his collar popped up, and matching pants. You had to admit he looked damn good in it, even though he looked great in everything.

“You’re challenging me today?” you asked, placing you hands on your hips as you gawked at him in disbelief. To your dismay, Salamence came barreling up to him, nuzzling his side like they were old friends.

“Yup,” he said, happily complying with Salamence’s demands for pets. Gojo walked up to you, stopping just a few feet before you.

“I challenge you, dragon prodigy. If I win, you’ll let me take you out on a date,” he said, flashing an infuriatingly bright smile at you as he winked.

You threw your head back as you shook with laughter. Only he would be extra enough to challenge you to a battle in order to ask you out.

“You’re on, champion,” you said, mirroring his own grin with your own. Salamence roared in excitement, undoubtedly itching to face off with Gojo’s Charizard.

“And don’t you dare hold back on me baby, cuz I sure as hell won’t be holding back on you,” he said, readying the pokeball in his hands.

“I wouldn’t dare. Lets go, Salemence!” you said, watching your pokemon ready his stance in front of you.

But you knew you had already lost - because you were going out with him regardless of the outcome of this battle.

Back at the Pokemon League

“Seems like the dragon gym leader succeeded,” Yuta said, smiling at the news article on his pokedex.

“Indeed. Gojo agreed to stop ditching work as long as we invested more funds into training schools,” Nanami said, kicking a ball back and forth with his Lucario.

“Oh, I was talking about her finally dating Gojo. But it was great that she helped us get him back to work,” Yuta said, showing Nanami the article he was looking at.

Newest Dragon-type Gym Leader spotted holding hands with Pokemon Champion Gojo!

The ends of Nanami’s lips curved up as he smiled, shaking his head.

“It’s about time. He hasn’t shut up about her for years,” Nanami said. Yuta’s light laughter filled the room as he handed his Dusclops an oran berry.

“By the way, why did you have Lucario send her that can of lemonade the first time she came here?” Yuta asked.

“Ah, that,” Nanami began, patting Lucario on the head.

“Gojo got that brand every time he won a battle, back when we were teenagers. I figured it would help her make a good first impression,” he said. Yuta laughed once more.

“Looks like it worked.”

~fin~

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pairing: Johnnie Guilbert ♡︎ Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ crying, major deppression

summary: ʚ you go through a depressive episode and Johnnie helps ɞ

Words: 1777

An: so this was horrible for me to write and I'm so so sorry

Guilt was racking through your body. You don't have any energy left in your body nowadays, it's the reason you haven't posted in almost two months. It's the reason your room and subsequent house are filthy. It's the reason why no matter how hard you try you never ever seem to fit in.

Your cheeks are tear-stained, and you haven’t washed your face in god knows how long. You've showered sure, but you haven't done your proper skincare in weeks.

Your depression has been a part of your life for as long as you can remember. It gets better, sometimes, other times it drains you of everything you have. Every day felt like a battle for you. You sigh looking at your phone it is almost 4 pm.

Your boyfriend, Johnnie, had texted you almost 2 hours ago. The rough nights you experienced led you to wake up late in the afternoon, so the plan usually involved Johnnie heading over whenever you woke up or after he was done filming.

He has wished you a good ‘morning’ and to let him know when he could head over. You wanted to indulge, truly you did, but Johnnie didn't deserve that. He had enough in his life to worry about. There was no need to worry him with your pathetic life.

The issue is you couldn't keep him on the hook like this. You sighed picking up your phone, you numbly typed out a plain excuse, telling him today wouldn't work. You put the phone down and roll over in your bed again.

You sat curled in a little ball staring out your window. There were crows sitting on top of the next-door building. You sat and quietly observed the birds, watching them move side to side. You wish life were that simple, all you had to worry about was eating and flying around.

You didn't have to worry about the eternally crushing depression that sucks your life form. Your face heated up again with the thought of Johnnies, tears pooling in your eyes.

You missed him so much. He was such a caring loving person, it wasn't always easy for him to show that. He had his ways though. Always make sure you eat, get decent sleep, etc.

Your relationship was usually the opposite way, you know just how much he struggled. You were going to be there for absolutely all of it no matter what. Nothing was going to stop you from loving him. He shouldn't have to worry about you.

But he did, it was the reason why when he saw your texting while editing he immediately called you. You were always such a beacon of positivity for him. He knew the signs, from himself and his friends. You had stopped eating unless he forced you to.

You were wearing long sleeves and sweatpants only. You never went out, just stayed in your room. He can't even remember the last time you said more than a few words to him in a single conversation. He placed the phone next to his ear and nervously tapped his foot on the floor of his room.

“Hello?” you answered with a croak. Johnnie never called you unless he really really missed your voice. Which for him was usually the case when it was nighttime. Those were extreme cases, he hated talking on the phone and absolutely despised it. Too many nerves for him.

He didn't speak for a second, half expecting you not to answer for some reason. “Hey,” he starts. You hold your breath for a second knowing what the conversation was about before he even started to speak.

“Can I please come over? I'm worried about you.”Johnnie says over the phone, fiddling with the zipper of his jacket. You inhaled with a shaky breath. “You can. It won't be a lot of fun though,” you mumbled back to him fiddling with your piercing.

“Well- when can I come over?” he asked. This awkward tension filled the phone line, the systematic white noise causing your heart to beat heavily. “Whenever you want Johnnie I'm not leaving the house anytime ever,” you reply sarcastically earning an annoyed grunt from Johnnie.

“I can be over soon, I'll let you know when my Uber shows up and I'm on my way ok?” He knew your bad attitude was because of something, and no matter how much it was upsetting him he needed to be here for you.

You on the other hand could cry from guilt. How dare you be a pathetic sack all day, cancel on your boyfriend only for him to kindly offer to be there for you and you are rude to him? On top of that, he has to pay to drive to YOUR house! “No Johnnie don't call an Uber I will come pick you up.” you offered, standing up and searching for your keys.

“I thought you weren't leaving.” he rebutted. You took a deep breath, “but I love you, so I'm not gonna make you pay to cheer me up ok?” you spoke finally finding your keys. “I don't want to stress you out.” you heard over the phone.

You tried to fight his kindness but after a minute it was clear he wasn't going to let you drive. Today was a relaxing day for you, at least it was supposed to be.

You were a protector, it's what made Johnnie fall so in love with you. You were so kind and caring for him, constantly taking care of him when he had those days when he just couldn't take it anymore.

You never did it with the intention to receive it though. So when Johnnie knocked on your door and you trudged to open it for him it shocked you how much he did care.

You tried to make yourself look strong but as your eyes locked tears pooled crowding your vision. You turned away from the door and him as you covered your face with your hands.

You couldn't stop the pull of dread that filled your heart. You felt your knees touch the floor as you collapsed onto the ground. You could hear the door close and Johnnie rushed to your side. He was speaking about something, maybe he was saying how you were going to be ok.

Maybe he was begging you to tell him what was going on. You weren't sure. All you could focus on was ringing in your ears, the thumping of your heart, and the crocodile tears that leaped from your face.

His hands ran against your back and shoulders. Eventually, you were able to look up at him. He wasn't wearing any makeup, just a hat with a button-up and skinny jeans. All you could mutter out was a broken “I'm sorry.”

Your voice cracked and shattered as you spoke. Your boyfriend and the love of your life stared at you back, his face heating up his own tears forming. He sat with you behind your couch on the floor.

“Let's move to the couch,” he said his voice coming out falsely confident, you shook your head, yes taking his hand that helped you up. He wasn't used to helping people like this, he would try his best and maybe give advice.

But he tried to do what you did with him. He sat you down on the couch, taking note of your appearance. You had dulled messy hair, dark almost permanent circles under your eyes, you looked pale and gaunt your face seemingly shrunk.

He rushed away from you, getting you a cup of water, something you did for him without fail. He set it in your hands knowing the coolness would ground you. He moved to your side sitting down next to you. He hesitantly placed his hand on your chest feeling your heartbeat.

It was rapid and intense as he pulled you close to him, wrapping his other arm around you and tilting his head on your shoulder. As you slowly sipped the water between hiccups he felt your heartbeat slow and your breath wasn't so rapid. You were calming down.

Once you finished your cup you set it down and shifted so your head was resting on his almost bare chest. He moved his hat off and sat normally on the couch as you cuddled up to him. He wasn't sure what he should say that could help.

After all, he wasn't very good at this but he so desperately wanted to be. “I don't know when this really started for me. As long as I can remember I was different. Things that seemed so small for other people worried me so much,” you spoke, finally breaking the silence.

He knew some of your past and struggles but nothing too deep. He wanted to hear them from you. This was the best way to do that. He didn't say anything yet, he just looked down and observed you as you played against him.

“I felt this feeling when I was all alone and it was cold and rainy outside. It was almost like a shiver up my spine. I was feeling so safe and protected all alone like that, if I hadn't frozen I could have stayed in the rain forever.” he wasn't sure where exactly your story was going but he knew you and he also knew it was important.

“I was so comfortable with being alone, that stayed with me. There are days more often than not when I cannot do anything. I sit and rot in my bed all day, I don't sleep, I don't eat, I don't do anything.” Johnnie did not know that. He knew since he was busy with filming you often just stayed home.

It doesn't sound like that was a good thing, however. “I am drowning but I've pretended to stay afloat for so long. I'm so fucking tired Johnnie I don't know what I'm going to do anymore.” Your voice was calm but powerful.

You didn't move but you could hear Johnnie's heartbeat increase. “I haven't taken care of myself in so long.” this was whispered, for a second you weren't sure if you had said it out loud. You suppose you did when Johnnie pulled you away from you, your confession hung on the air like wet clothes.

He took a second before he nearly engulfed you with a hug. He squeezed your whole body tight, “Please don't leave.” was all he whispered in your ear. He cradled your body tightly. He slowly started to rock you back and forth. The lull of his body slowly sent you to sleep.

#jake and johnnie #johnnie guilbert #johnnie guilbert fluff #johnnie guilbert x reader #johnnie guilbert x you #johnnie x you

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hogtiedwhorestories · 1 month

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Written by @lockemeup

Dave’s hand came off my mouth, but he held my arms tight. “What the fuck is going on here?” I tried to muster all the defiance I could, even though I was scared shitless. Before the man answered me, I heard metal clink, and then felt Dave close handcuffs around my wrists.

“I’m glad you asked, whore. You see, Lily here is my bondage slave. I kidnapped her over a year ago, and I’ve trained her very well. Although it took nearly three months of a carefully regimented punishment and reward system to ensure she would remain totally obedient to me.” The man walked back over to Lily as he explained, caressing her nylon-clad ass, which caused her to moan.

“An important part of her training since the beginning has been in orgasm denial. At first, it was just a week between orgasms so that her mind wouldn’t snap right away. But soon, I started increasing her denial period to two weeks, then three, then a month. As of today however, it has been 300 days since my little slut has been allowed to cum. And every day, she receives heavy bondage, teasing and edging, which drives her absolutely mad.”

As the man described Lily’s predicament, his hands tenderly explored her body, fingers probing the folds of her cunt through the tights. My eyes grew wider and wider, while hers rolled back into her head. She kicked her feet, and desperate moans escaped from behind the ballgag.

“You’re insane!” I cried out. “Please, you have to let her go.”

“Oh, I think not. Even if she weren’t fully obedient, why would I let this delicious piece of ass go?” The man turned back to me, and nodded to Dave, who was still standing behind me. Suddenly, he pulled my hair back, forcing my mouth open, then stuffed another ballgag into my mouth before strapping it in tight. I tried to plead with the men, but knew that they were not the type to show mercy.

“As for you, I’ve made a deal with my slave here. Her cunt has been particularly achy of late, and she’s been begging me to cum harder than usual. So, I said that if she could bring me a new slave by today, she would be allowed to cum. You meeting her in that bar was no chance encounter. She picked you from all the other women that night, and has been fighting her base instincts ever since. Knowing that, by bringing you here, she would be consigning you to the same existence she’s been forced to suffer. But of course, if she didn’t bring you, she risked never having another orgasm again.”

By this point, I was mewling into my gag and frantically pulling at my cuffs, not wanting to be turned into a bondage slave by this madman. While I at first felt pity for Lily being treated like this, I began to get angry at her for getting me into this situation. Seeing that I was on the verge of trying something stupid, Dave grabbed me by the arms and guided me towards a heavy wooden chair. Protruding from the center of it was a rubber bulb, and straps were built into the back, legs and arms.

The man ripped my top and my skirt off, leaving me in my lingerie and boots. Dave undid my cuffs, and the two of them forced me into the chair, quickly pulling the straps tight over my limbs and torso. In less than a minute, I was completely helpless. With dread, I noticed the rubber bulb was positioned snugly against my pussy.

Lily was dangling directly in front of me. “Now, you’re going to watch as my slave gets what she’s been wanting for almost a year. And while that happens, you’ll get your first taste of what orgasm denial is like, slut.” The rubber bulb sprang to life between my legs. It buzzed right up against my clit with a low hum. Despite the fear that was consuming me, I groaned at the wave of warmth that quickly radiated throughout my body.

Over the next hour or so, the man proceeded to edge and tease Lily until she was bucking and shrieking like a banshee, while my fear was slowly replaced by horniness. Dave stood off to the side, stroking his own cock at the sight of the two of us struggling in bondage, protesting into our gags.

“I think it’s time for you to cum, my pet.” I didn’t think Lily could get any wilder, but as her owner – our owner now, I suppose – shoved the vibrator deep between her legs, she let out an inhuman scream that shook me to my core. Her whole body shuddered and jerked. I could almost feel her orgasm in my own throbbing cunt.

“ANK OO ASER!!!” She screamed what I interpreted as “Thank you, Master” from behind her ballgag.

“Don’t thank me yet, slave. You wanted to orgasm so bad, well, now you’re going to spend the next 30 minutes orgasming non-stop.” He wedged the vibrator in place, then wrapped a leather strap around her thighs to hold it in place. A leather hood went over her shaking head, plunging her pleading eyes into darkness.

Then, he turned to me. “I’ll be back in a bit, slut. Let this be your first lesson of many.” Dave followed the man out of the room, and the doors locked behind them.

As I watched Lily quickly brought to her second orgasm, the vibrator between my own legs working me up into a frenzy, I heard a little voice in the back of my head whisper, “hey, maybe this won’t be so bad.”

#lockemeup

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imababblekat · 1 year

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Delirium?

@lil-hun-bun , “Raph x fem!Reader where he's taking care of her because she's sick and they end up confessing their feelings for each other, perhaps?”

~xXx~

All it took was one word, and the red cladded ninja turtle was scaling across rooftops to your place of residence. Sick. That’s what you had texted him after rejecting his call to hang out. It had him notably concerned, as there had been times when even if you had a small cough you’d still at the very least enter a video chat with him. However, no interaction at all was very unlike you.

Raphael did his best to conceal his racing thoughts, picking the lock on your window before making his way in. He couldn’t quite understand why he was so worried to begin with. It wasn’t like you were in the hospital or anything else of a more serious level. Part of him was actually quite irritated by the his fretful emotions. Not at you of course, more of what you seemed to do him lately. He’d never been this concerned over something so silly before. Even when one of his brothers or April would come down with a nasty cold, he’d just offer if they needed something from the store and leave it at that. In fact, in most cases he’d leave things to Donnie, unless it was said terrapin who had been ill. Yet when he’d received your message, the thought to ask Donnie or give his brother the heads up, didn’t even cross his mind.

What was it about you in particular that made Raph of all people go out of his way, just by one simple text message?

The answer had struck him when, after giving you a quick heads up to his presence, he entered your room to find you in an unsightly state, his heart dropping in his plated chest.

Across the room, snuggled under a pile of blankets and surrounded by tissues, you lay as pale as your sheets and covered in sweat like on a hot summer afternoon. The weakness in just lifting your head to peer over at the larger turtle and the croak in your voice had Raph’s heart strings tugged.

“Raph? What are you doing here?”

It wasn’t even a second after finishing your question that you fell into a fit of coughs, and Raphael was quick to make his way to your beside, taking off and opening the small backpack he’d brought with him. Inside were bottles of water and multiple types of medicine he’d dumped in his rush to get to you.

“What da ya think? You don’t answer my call, send me a one worded text with no further explanation, and expect me to not show up?”

You gingerly reached for a water bottle he’d opened and offered you, sitting up as best you could to take a few sips and completely unware at Raph’s resistance to assist you.

“To be honest, I would have expected Donnie, but you’re a nice surprise.”

Raph raised a brow ridge, sitting at your feet, the bed dipping with his weight and you’re feet resting against his thigh beneath the blankets.

“I’m not sure how to take that, so I choose to take it as a compliment.”

You giggled at his scowling face, eyes crinkling in the corner. Man, even when bed ridden, Raphael couldn’t deny the way you caused a light flutter of butterflies in his stomach. However, the sweet moment hadn’t lasted long when you suddenly erupted into another, heavier fit of coughs. Seeing you turn over to your side, nearly dropping and spilling the water in your hand had he’d not rushed to grab it for you with his quick reflexes, Raph felt a newfound type of panic.

“Hey, don’t go dyin on me now, doll. Tell me what I can do.”

His voice was softer than usual, you almost hadn’t heard him, but you did, and could just about feel the deep worriment dripping from each word.

“Got any cough meds in that mystery bag of yours?”, you asked, laying back against your pillows, head pounding and body sore.

There was a minute of rummaging beside you, when your normally brutish friend procured a plastic bottle with red liquid within.

“Um, I’ve got this?”

You took a peak, too tired to sit up again.

“Cough syrup. That’ll work.”

Raphael said nothing in reply, simply working to get the lid off and pour the heavy cherry smelling liquid into the small cup it came with. No words were spoken or asked, as a large hand, one usually so fierce had cradled and lifted your head with the upmost care and gentleness. Raph watched as you slurped down the cough syrup, cringing at the sickly gag you let out once finished, before just as gently resting your head back down against your pillow.

“Need anythin’ else?”, he questioned, hand resting on the dip of your side as you slowly rolled over to face him.

“Yeah.”, you mumbled, snuggling into your covers but keeping your gaze tiredly focused on his, “For you to know I mean it.”

A small chuckle left Raph’s beautiful lips.

“Mean what?”

“What I said earlier.”, you murmured, reaching a shaky hand from your covers to reach for the wrapped hand resting by your pillow.

Even in such a weak state, the light caresses you made across Raphaels large hand was enough to cause his heart to skip a beat. He looked to the side, suddenly feeling pressure under your gaze, his cheeks tinting ever so lightly.

“Pfft, sure. You’re delirious.”

“Raphael.”

The full call of his name, as well as the light squeeze of his hand by your much smaller one, was enough to convince the ninja turtle to take a chance and look your way. Despite the bags under your exhausted eyes and the strands of hair sticking to your sweat clad face, you somehow managed to convey every bit of seriousness and truth to your next words.

“Why is me enjoying having you here instead of anyone else that unbelievable? You’re my closest friend. You know how much like being around you. . .how much I like you.”

The last words were said with your cheeks flushing a lovely red hue, and while you knew Raph was aware of the true cause, maybe, just maybe it could pass as due to being sick. Gently shaking your head, pushing aside the anxiousness in your own chest, you looked back up to offer a silent Raphael a gentle smile.

“And I’m not delirious.”, you reached up to gentle boop his nose.

Raph grasped your hand in his, but didn’t release it as he had started to copy the same soothing motions you had done with his hand a little earlier. His heart felt so full. Just as you caused him to fret so much over a single worded text, only you could make his heart do ninja flips while looking like the plague. Honestly, that somehow made him even more fond of you. Just like all those times you had gone out of your way to care for him, a mutant turtle who people only saw as a burly ball of anger and furry. Perhaps those times of your unique kindness towards him was also why he’d go out of his way to care for you in this moment as opposed to how he would for anyone else.

Maneuvering your hand, Raphael turned his face ever so slightly to place his lips softly against your palm, the feeling of a chaste kiss being left there as he spoke.

“Yah, I know, doll.”

~xXx~

#bayverse raphael x reader #bayverse raph x reader #bayverse raphael #bayverse tmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #aged up tmnt #fluff #comfort #sick reader #female reader #@lil-hun-bun #imababblekat's writing

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jenniferlawrencelover · 24 days

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Wade forced himself to focus on the mirror again, tearing his gaze away from Logan before he did something stupid—like launching himself across the room and kissing the life out of the guy. "Can't help it if you're a fucking distraction," Wade muttered, more to himself than to Logan, managing to get the tie somewhat presentable, though he was pretty sure Logan could tie a better knot with his eyes closed. He adjusted the red pocket square, trying to give himself something to do with his hands that didn't involve reaching for Logan.

"You know," he said, "I have to admit, you look pretty damn good in a suit. I mean, it's no Wolverine's suit, and it's not like I didn't know you were built like a tank, but damn... who knew you cleaned up so well?"

Logan glanced up from where he was sitting, his eyes narrowing slightly as he met Wade's gaze in the mirror. "Yeah, well, don't get used to it, Bub."

"Too late," Wade leered. "Why don't you stand up and do a twirl for me, Princess?"

Snikt

"Woah, hey! No! No," Wade turned around, holding his hands out in front of him. Logan's claws glinted under the fluorescent lights menacingly as he glared up at him. "Usually I'm up for a little bit of foreplay, but we're under strict instructions that the claws need to stay away today. If she sees even a speck of blood on either of us, she is going to lose her shit."

Logan's claws retracted with a swift snikt, and he leveled a disapproving look at Wade, who was still standing with his hands up in a defensive posture. "Then, maybe you shouldn't say things that make me want to stab you."

"I flirt when I'm nervous," Wade quipped, crossing his arms. "It's not every day the love of your life gets married to someone else."

Logan gives him a flat look.

"Right, my bad. We can trauma bond about it later, say over dinner?" He reaches under the sink, pulling out the newest toupee—one of his more elegant wigs, this time a nearly identical replica of Nicepool's long locks.

Logan stared at the toupee, then back at Wade with a look of exasperation. "You've got to be fucking kidding me. You're actually wearing that?"

Wade grinned, holding the toupee up like a trophy. "Oh, come on. It's her big day. Nobody wants to see a walking scrotum sitting at the bar."

He plopped it onto his head, ignoring Logan's winces as he stapled it firmly to his head. He spins in a circle, posing a few times for Logan. "How do I look?"

"Horrifying."

"More or less than usual?"

Logan didn't answer, his face crinkling into one of disgust. Wade spun back to face the mirror, rearranging the wig in the way he remembered Nicepool wore his--may he rest in peace--eyes flickering between his own reflection and Logan's as he watched him. Finally, feeling satisfied with his appearance, he turned around and clapped his hands. "Ready to rock and roll?"

Logan didn't move, choosing to sit there and just stare at him like he had something completely batshit crazy. His hands tightened around his thighs, white-knuckling the dark fabric. "How do you do that?" he asked suddenly, his voice breaking the stillness.

Wade glanced up, confused. "Do what? The wig? I mean, sure, I watched a lot of tutorials, but really it's all in the quality-"

"No," Logan interrupted, his tone sharper than usual. "I mean, how do you just...watch the love of your life get married to someone else?"

Wade was silent for a moment, his eyes focusing on the claw mark through the shower curtain. Hm. What fight caused that? He took a deep breath. "Well...when you love someone, when you really, truly love someone, it doesn't really matter who they end up with. Even if it isn't you, you're happy because they're happy." Wade shrugged, "And I think deep down, I knew it was never going to be me. People like her, good people, they don't end up with guys like me. They end up with the good guy."

"You are a good guy," Logan said sternly, startling Wade out of his half-reverie. "Annoying as fuck, a goddamn pervert, but you are a good guy."

Wade laughed softly, though it didn't reach his eyes. "I'm really, really not."

Logan shook his head, stepping closer. "You saved the world for her. For your family. For everybody. You took me in, even though I'm a dick, and I'm 'grumpy' and I'm an alcoholic, and we nearly kill each other every day. When I was nothing but...when I was just nothing to anybody. When I was the 'worst' Wolverine, you didn't give a fuck what I had to say or what anyone else had to say. You told me I'm the best Wolverine. Even when I wasn't. When I haven't been."

Logan poked a thick finger into his chest. "You. Are. A. Good. Guy. Wade Wilson. Fuck her."

"Logan," Wade began slowly, "I've done a lot of things. Some of them... well, let's just say if there's a line, I've not only crossed it, I've stomped it into the ground and done a little tap dance on it."

Logan's expression didn't change, his gaze steady as he waited for Wade to continue.

"I saved the world, but I also destroyed a lot of it in the process. I killed people. People who didn't deserve it, who were just... there. Wrong place, wrong time. And every time I do something good, it's like there's this... tally board, and all those bad things I've done, they just get louder, like they're reminding me of who I really am. Of what I am."

Logan stepped even closer, closing the gap between them, his presence solid and grounding. "You think I don't know what that's like? To be haunted by what you've done? Hell, Wade, I've been carrying that weight for longer than I care to remember. But that doesn't define us. You saved the world not because you were trying to erase your past, but because you wanted to make a future for people you care about. That's what matters."

"Why do you even care? Why are you trying so hard to convince me that I'm worth something?" Wade shot back, poking his chest. "Why does it matter to you so much?"

Logan leaned in closer, and Wade had to resist the urge to pull away from him, pull away from his minty breath and his clenched teeth and those steak knives he called claws. "Because if you're not worth something, then what the hell am I?"

Wade's breath hitched, his brain short-circuiting as Logan's words hung in the air between them.

His pulse quickened, and he had to bite down on the inside of his cheek to stop himself from doing something stupid, like closing the distance and finding out exactly how Logan's lips would feel pressed against his. He could imagine it so clearly, the way Logan's hands would grip his arms—tight enough to leave bruises, to hold him in place—and the way those clawed fingers would curl into his flesh, leaving marks that would fade almost as soon as they appeared.

He wanted to push Logan, to see how far he could go before the older man snapped. He wanted to feel Logan's rough hands on his skin, to have him take out all that pent-up frustration on him in the most primal way possible. Wade's thoughts drifted to what it would be like to be under Logan, to have him growling his name, those low, guttural sounds that Wade had only ever heard when Logan was pissed off or in the middle of a fight.

But as much as Wade wanted to give in to those thoughts, he knew better. He knew that if he pushed too far, if he acted on the urge that was currently making it hard to think straight, he'd be risking everything. Whatever this was between them, it was fragile, and Wade wasn't sure if it could survive if he crossed that line.

So instead, Wade did what he always did—he deflected. He forced a smirk onto his face, even though his heart was pounding in his chest, and tried to push the thoughts of Logan's lips, Logan's hands, Logan's everything, out of his mind.

"Wow, Wolvie," Wade said, his voice coming out a little more breathless than he intended. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were flirting with me. You trying to get in my pants or something? Because, fair warning, I'm a cheap date—I'll put out after a few kind words and maybe a well-placed claw or two."

Logan's eyes narrowed, and for a moment, Wade thought he saw something flash in them—something dark and dangerous that made his stomach do a weird flip. But then Logan just huffed, shaking his head like Wade was a particularly annoying puzzle he couldn't figure out. "You really don't know when to shut up, do you?" Logan growled, but there was no real bite behind it.

Wade shrugged, trying to keep it casual even though his thoughts were anything but. "It's part of my charm. But seriously, Logan, if you're not trying to seduce me, you're doing a terrible job of convincing me otherwise. I mean, you're practically on top of me right now. A guy could get the wrong idea."

Logan's eyes flicked down to where their chests were almost touching, and for a brief moment, Wade thought he saw his resolve waver. But then Logan took a step back, putting some much-needed distance between them, and the moment was gone.

Because if you're not worth something, then what the hell am I?

Wade cleared his throat, trying to shake off the sudden tension."Well, uh, glad we got all of that mushy stuff out of the way," Wade stammered, his usual bravado faltering. "Blech, gross. We better get, uh... going. Yeah, going."

Logan didn't respond right away, his intense gaze still locked on Wade. The silence stretched between them, and for a moment, Wade wondered if he'd said something wrong. He was about to crack another joke, something to diffuse the weirdness, when Logan took a step closer.

Wade froze, his heart pounding in his chest.

Then, without warning,

*RECORD SCRATCH*

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gallawitchxx · 5 months

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hi beeee!! i hope you're doing okay 💖💖💖

ooohohohoho okay for the kiss thingy: god knows why cuz it sounds potentially very painful but i feel so compelled to request 28 🙏

sweet deanna! i'm hanging in, thanks love! 💖 so you & @lingy910y both requested #28 & i want to fill both of your prompts. but because you were (rightfully) afraid of pain, i gave you one that's a bit strange, but has a promisingly happy ending? you can be the judge! xx

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send me a number & i'll write you a smoocheroo 😚

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#28: ...as a lie ps. this is inspired by this post about dealer!mickey & insomniac!ian, who have now rotted my brain.

Ian hasn’t slept in days.

It’s happened before—endless energy is one of his tried-and-true symptoms of mania—but this isn’t that. He’s taking his meds, his skin isn’t crawling and his mind is fairly quiet. Quiet enough to frustrate him as he tosses and turns and wonders what the fuck’s going on.

His schedule has been all over the place lately; his normal routine lost to the endless cycles of employment and Gallagher family responsibilities. He’d been hoping to add school to the mix this semester so that he could have other, less hectic options than a rig-riding EMT, but he’d pushed it off. A pity, now that all-nighters are apparently his thing.

Night two, he googles a few things, which is a huge mistake. Who can fall asleep after reading about how even just twenty-four hours without sleep can begin to derail your bodily systems? Sleep deprivation can cause or worsen conditions like Type 2 diabetes, High blood pressure, Stroke, Heart attack—his pulse leaps as his phone clatters to the ground.

Night three, he takes to the streets, running around the Southside until his lungs burn and his knees wobble. As he passes the clinic that gave his seventeen-year-old self a lifetime prescription for antipsychotics, he knows that if this lasts much longer, he should call his doctor. Tell them his nighttime meds aren’t putting him to sleep anymore. Nip this insomnia thing in the bud before it can overthrow the delicate balance he’s worked so hard to maintain.

Night four, desperate and a bit delusion, he pulls up a number he hasn’t used in years, saved under a contact labeled, DO NOT TEXT.

He breaks his own rule: Hey. Still making house calls?

The response is almost immediate: the fuck u care for?

Ian rolls his bloodshot eyes, typing: It’s an emergency.

Three little dots herald a response that makes him laugh: a weed emergency?

He stays strong: Wouldn’t ask if I didn’t need it.

The next text makes his chest clench: u ok?

He decides to keep it vague—I can’t sleep, but it’s not what you think.—and hopes he doesn’t have to explain further and is relieved to read: u want ur usual?

Another clench: Indica

Two texts arrive in rapid succession: what else do u want? can i give u head while u smoke or no?

There it is: the reason Ian doesn’t use this number anymore.

Maybe in another life it would be a blessing to have a weed dealer to lovers arc with your childhood crush, but in this one, it was a curse. A curse that lasted almost a whole year, bringing with it an endless bouquet of blissful fucks and free weed, and a million moments of tenderness Ian knew nobody else was getting out of the guy. A curse that eventually came to collect payment in the form of bloodied knuckles, broken hearts and ego wounds. A curse that still clings to Ian’s psyche, filling his dreams with gentle, tattooed fingers and bright blue eyes and a sweet and savory scent that can only be described as Mickey.

Mickey, now DO NOT TEXT.

On second thought, maybe he should never sleep again.

The knock at the door makes him hard—a Pavlovian response that irks him more than the three sleepless nights he’s suffered so far. Three raps, one right after the other. The last one no more than a brush of his hand.

Ian adjusts himself and answers the door.

Fuck, one look at that smug asshole and he’s immediately right back in it. Lust and like and maybe even a little bit of reckless fucking love fill his body, rising to the surface like sweet cream. A layer of fat on the roof of one’s mouth; a treat to lick later, a reminder that they didn’t end things because they weren’t insanely hot for one another and potentially soulmates. They were just idiots. Stubborn, petty dicks.

Oh Pride, the great slayer of men.

Jesus, he needs to sleep.

“First one’s on the house,” Mickey says as he crosses the threshold, a joint held tightly between C and K.

Hours slip by. They laugh, they smoke. It feels like old times. Ian’s body is loose in a way it hasn’t been in years. It feels good. Like maybe-he-could-sleep-tonight good. And as he melts further into the couch, he starts to get a little horny too. Because Mickey’s yapping on and on about some asshole that frequents the bar he works at, and Ian’s listening, he swears he’s listening, but he’s also staring at Mickey’s mouth like he wants to take Mickey up on that text message and shut him the fuck up with his dick.

Like he wants to taste the stale smoke of his tongue.

Wants him to stay the night.

Forever, maybe.

Mickey finishes his story. His eyes go soft and he drums his fingers against his knee. “Should get outta your hair, Gallagher,” he says. “Letcha sleep.”

That’s the last thing Ian wants.

“Not tired,” he fibs.

Mickey cocks an eyebrow. “You’re not? ’S been days, man. This shit’s gotta be hittin’ ya by now.”

It’s true. It has been days and this shit is hitting him. Or maybe he’s having a sleep-deprivation-induced stroke. He just knows Mickey can’t go.

“Can’t go to sleep without a goodnight kiss.”

Mickey’s already leaning in when he asks, “Then you promise you’ll hit the hay?”

Ian nods as Mickey presses a kiss to his lying lips.

#welp - throws whatever this is at you #alskfjalkj #i realized that both of my kisses are at the very end of the ficlet & aren't actually described #lolol #maybe my next attempt should be 1K words of just describing the kiss #no actual context needed #just tongues #anyway THANKS DEANNA I LOVE YOU DEANNA #shameless #shameless fanfiction #prompt fill #ian x mickey

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ideasarestuckinmyhead · 5 months

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I loved the yandere rook.....can we get another one but with a guy trying to get with rook please

Oh, we're both crazy about each other.

Auron usually doesn't let shit like this get to him but. This fucking guy is going to get fucking killed by him. He first took notice this guy, Ricardo, some random guy from legal that seemed to be taking a shine at Rook. Since he was the one that had to shadow them to understand what he needed to do for his job there. Seeing him always wanting to have small talk with them, asking questions, seeming like he doesn't know what to do and Rook scolds him jokingly as they tell him what he did wrong.

Rook knew what he was doing and just didn't want to deal with him. Making it clear early on if Ricardo ever asked to go out for like a karaoke night, cafe, or even wanting to get a bite together. But it seemed he didn't catch the hint right in his face, he even though buying gifts for his lover was a good idea. Auron could give them anything they wanted at a snap of his fingers and it would make him happy just to do it.

"Awe, these flowers are so cute!" Cooing was heard as Rook, touched the flowers. He saw Ricardo smiling to himself, but then got mad when Rook threw the card away and walked away with the flowers to Trish. Giving them to her saying they don't have enough room for them at their desk sadly.

"God what the fuck will it take for them to get with me?" Was hissed out by the other man. Clutching his pen hard to where it snapped, ink getting all over him as he glared at Rook's direction. Causing Auron to go up to him and bash his skull into his desk while he tells him why, why Rook would never look in his fucking direction because they belong to Auron just like he does to them. He felt someone touch him suddenly, snapping out of the day dream he looked down and saw Rook smiling at him.

"Auron? Are you okay?" Innocently asking him while giving him those eyes that told him they needed to talk. So he nodded, not wanting to give a verbal answer because he didn't want them to feel like his anger was directed to them. And so they talked, just like they did with Elizabeth, where ever that woman is at, they both understood if Ricardo did something drastic Auron would handle it.

"Auron, if you just grab him all of a sudden. Who's going to take his side? Let him do something that will ruin his reputation with the company then we can do whatever we want with him. Okay?" Whispering into his ear as they kissed all over his face to give him some peace. It did help him a bit, having them in his lap always did seem to make his reaction better.

Reluctantly Auron had to wait to grab that fucking man, he really wanted to get him but Rook told him that he didn't need to do anything. They can handle him if needed because they almost killed a person, but Auron wanted to handle him not them. Let his hands get dirty for them and he would gladly do it, he doesn't want them to cry like they did with Elizabeth.

Ricardo though, had some type of idea of the relationship between them. That's why that fucking slut didn't get with him! Of course they'd go to the richer and more powerful man! But that's okay. Why? Because it's obvious that they are with him because of his money! Who would say no to a man that powerful, he seen how Auron looks at them. Like a predator having a meek prey in his clutches to play with.

So he decided to stay behind when Rook did, secretly so Auron didn't try and stop him to talk to them. He walked silently to their desk, where they were typing away quickly seeming to be working on another mindless ask that Auron assigned them.

"Rook, can we talk?" Simple words made them snap their head to his direction. Alarm bells were ringing in Rook's head when seeing Ricardo after work, so late as well.

"Yes? Ricardo?" Watching him intensely Rook was watching his every move in case they needed to defend themselves. They felt them arm tense up when he stepped into their office and shutting the door behind him.

"I know what you and Auron have between each other! But don't worry I can help you!" Excitedly swinging his arms around wildly as he explained his thought process more, "Of course you didn't let it seem like you liked me back because Auron wouldn't let you! Don't worry if we just tell someone from upper management or something we can get him away from you!" Resentment in the last part made Rook swiftly unlock their phone while Ricardo kept talking and called Auron.

Auron, while all of this was happening was in his office ready t go visit his lover. They hadn't seen each other during work hours sadly, so they were going to make it up during after hours. Seeing a call from Rook he paused and quickly snatch his phone off the desk and listened to the other side. After hearing Ricardo talking loudly saying something about his and Rook's relationship, so he rushed out of his office to them. That fucking man better not have touched them or he swear to any deities listening or some higher beings he better fucking pray Auron doesn't kill him.

The words Ricardo was saying were getting more frantic and Rook tried to talk calmly to him. Then he head something that made his heart sink, "Why is your phone in your hand like that." Hearing that demand Auron wished these fucking elevators would go quicker he was one floor away from getting to them.

"Ricardo I have my phone because my partner texted me something-" A crash was head on the other end as Rook yelped. Auron's grip on his phone almost cracked it, hearing Rook's fear made him get more furious with this fucking asshole.

"YOU CALLED HIM DIDN'T YOU-" Shuffling was heard as the elevator dinged and Auron almost pried those doors open as he bolted to their office. Seeing the door closed and hearing shouting behind it he didn't think and started to ram into it. On the other end this caused Ricardo to snap his head behind him and Rook used this to grab a vse in their office and smash it over his head.

"OW??" Screeching his pain the other man turned and sneered at Rook, "Come here you fucking-" Angry words were cut off by the door flying open and seeing a flash of red grip his throat quickly. Everything happened so quickly as Auron slammed the man down and held him there. Rook backed away from the interaction, not wanting to get caught between the two and also because them smashing the vase over Ricardo's head had cut them.

"Rook are you okay?" Auron asked as he focused his wild eyes on Ricardo. Paralyzing the other man in fear of what Auron would do to him, good, Auron thought this fucking pathetic man should be scared. Auron was thinking of a million ways to end him for thinking he could go on to Rook like that and think there wasn't no consequences.

"I'm fine, I just want to go home." Meekness was heard in their voice, Auron fucking hated that. So he got his phone out, calling two people. One being someone to get rid of this guy and his chauffeur to get Rook to his pent house safely. "Auron, I want you to come with me please." Simple plead made Auron melt a bit. But he wanted to fuck with this man.

"Okay Rook, but let me do something first." When finishing Auron started to punch Ricardo in the face rapidly. Sick thuds were heard in Rook's office as they watched Auron get their revenge for scaring them, among other things. Blood got all over his hands and forearms, his knuckles felt like they were on fire with how much they were punching Ricardo. Rook after letting this go on fore a few minutes finally touched Auron's shoulder.

"Auron let's go." Words made him stop and get up calmly as if he didn't just beat someones skull in. Rook then handed him a handkerchief to wipe his hands, Auron thanked them by giving them a kiss on the cheek. Then his eyes landed on the man on the floor gasping for air, "Your only alive now because they stopped me. Remember that." With gentle hands he guided Rook around the scum on the floor and walked out their office.

On the way to the elevator they passed two big guys who nodded at Auron. Letting Rook get in first they heard a scream, Auron turned them to him and looked them over. He didn't like ho there were cuts on their hands, so he whipped out his phone again and told a doctor he knew to get to the penthouse. Rook was gently holding his shoulders as he made the call and looking at him with so much love.

"Oh, we're really crazy about each other. Huh love?" Love was brimming in their words as Auron smiled at them.

"Of course, dear. I did say I'd keep you safe and that I really, really like you." Leaning down to give them a kiss, Rook returned it with great enthusiasm. The there was a hiss from Rook, they then glared at their hands were the cuts were.

"Should have let you kill him yourself, my fucking hands hurt now." Pouting Rook showed off the little cuts they had. Causing Auron to look very unhappy with himself, but gently took them in his hands. Giving them small kissed, gently of course not wanting the hurt them. Rook smiled as they got love for their man, god they really love him like crazy.

#red rants #yuurivoice #yuurivoice auron #red answers #red writes #this is so long someone save me #I had to cute it at that bc it was getting too long </3

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thatone-brightstar · 1 year

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Cigarette smoke & Spices (Carmen Berzatto x fem!reader) One Shot

I made this account soley to post this cause this fucked up, broken man makes me FERAL, now i'll be on my way lol.

Word count: 3.6k

Summary: You have have gotten to know your neighbor Carmen a little too well.

You don’t know much about him. Not as much as you would like to, anyway. Just a name.

You know he arrives a little past midnight, with what seems like the burden of the world heavy on his shoulders. That despite his withering tiredness, he still steps carefully over your outstretched legs on the days he finds you too entranced in your book to move from the hallway floor.

He’s never asked why you’re there so late and in return, you never complain about the heavy metal music he likes to listen to until three in the morning.

You do wonder, though, what it is he does that always has him arriving in a grim mood, with the stand of a nervous animal, wounded and ready to slaughter anything in sight. In a city like Chicago, you can assume anything terrible, but the trailing scent of burnt sweet onion and spices that lingers under your nose, calms the thoughts of any illicit affairs. He doesn’t look like the type, anyway.

But then again, you don’t know much about him.

By the time you hear the elevator gears stop at your floor, your legs have gone numb between your weight and the hard carpet. You pull them from under you and stretch as far as you can with pointed toes to the wall in front of you. It’s a small hallway, so you don’t need to make too much of an effort for your skin to come in contact with the coldness of his door. You feel his heavy stomps vibrate through the floor, heavier than usual and without having to look in his direction you can tell he’s had a hard day. You smile. Those are your favorite.

You place your book by your side in sweet anticipation, pins and needles bite at your exposed legs through the skin. Soon, an ink covered hand invades your sight. The heat radiating from his body is almost enough to cauterize your fingertips as you glide them slowly across his wrist, down the back of his hand and into the cocoon of his calloused palm. You follow the vein in his arm with your eyes, how it travels up, up, up and nests between a strong jaw and neck. You can feel his impatient gaze burn into you and a smile teases your lips when your eyes finally decide to take a dip in the icy blue. He swallows hard, making your smile grow wider.

“Hard day?” you whisper, slipping your bottom lip under your upper teeth and enjoying the way his eyes flicker down to it.

“You have no fuckin’ idea…” Carmen answers in a heavy breath, then in a single movement, wraps his robust hand around your wrist and pulls you to your feet with little effort.

You don’t get time to react to the sudden change in perspective when you feel the hard door hit your back and the cold seep through your thin shirt, then his hungry lips hunting down your own with desperation. You swallow his deep groan, satisfied to finally find soft skin. He works his skilled fingers up the skin of your thighs, bunching your shirt around your hips while you struggle to turn the nob. Even though it’s late and your neighbors are probably asleep, you’d rather not give them a show. The door clicks open and the weight of his body pushes you both in, never disconnecting your lips. He kicks the door closed and strong arms wrap around your waist, hoisting you up and pressing you with his body to the nearest wall.

A whine mixes with the sound of sloppy kisses when you feel the hard denim of his jeans rub against the soaked fabric of your underwear and you pull him closer with your legs trying to replicate the feeling. He jerks his hips forward again to give you the friction you need, an almost painful emptiness burning at your core because he’s not nearly as close as you want him to be. With your eyes closed, you can feel his hands everywhere. Holding the back of your thighs, roaming your abdomen and tangled in your hair at the base of your neck where he holds you still. He leaves your heaving lips to pepper kisses on your exposed skin, wet and hot that once the air touches, makes goosebumps raise immediately.

“Wanna talk about it-?” You ask as you try to coax him into sharing what it is that burdens him, but he’s too distracted pulling your shirt over your shoulders to pay attention.

Your tits bounce with the rhythmless movements of his grinds and his patience shrinks even more as he latches onto the soft flesh, tongue covering every bit of your skin with messy licks that have you gasping for air. The room echoes with the obscene sounds sucking and your panting sighs.

“Couch or bed?” You hear him ask, breathless.

He’s digging his teeth over your collarbone, until the skin grows sensitive and red, a remnant you’ll wake up to when he’s long gone in the morning.

“Bed” you answer, too entranced in his torturous mouth to form clear sentences.

The hard wall is replaced by rough palms that keep you pressed to his chest as he maneuvers through the dark living room. Muscle memory guides him in the all familiar space, past your kitchen and through your bedroom door, to the bed he had grown accustomed to. You slide over it gently when he loosens his grip on your form, hair spreading around your flushed face while you wait impatiently for him to finish undressing. You stretch to the length of the bed, sighing as tension releases from locked joints and when you finally hear the metal of his belt ‘clinck’ on the wooden floor, you lift your head and stare at him through locks of messy hair. Your lip catches between your teeth at such a beautiful sight, him standing there all lean muscle and hard cock, glistening in anticipation and drawing saliva into your needy mouth.

You push yourself up to rest on spread out knees, inching closer to his immobile form, then wrap soft fingers around the thick velvet flesh. A shutter leaves his chest and his eyes close when you rake the nails on your other hand up across his hard abdomen and to the back of his neck. The soft flick of your wrist, paired with sultry kisses along his neck and chest, have him thrusting involuntarily into your fist and hands gripping tightly at the side of your hips. You brush your lips along his stubble, the prominent line of his nose and back down to bite his bottom lip.

“D’you wanna talk about it, Carmen?” You whisper again over his lips when you see the ever present frown above his brow hasn’t faded. His name tastes like sugar cubes in your mouth, making you smile at the way he reacts to hearing it from your lips.

Your grip tightens over his girth and you drag your palm slowly when he doesn’t give you an answer. His eyes open suddenly and the blown out look he gives you through hooded brows has thick waves of heat overwhelming your body.

“Do I ever?” He finally answers with a sighed laugh.

That’s the first laugh you’ve gotten out of him and you do your best to ignore the softness it brings to your chest. “Worth a shot” You say shrugging, then latch on to his waiting lips again and resume your hand’s movements.

A surprised gasp leaves your chest as his hands grope the back of your thighs to pull you forward, tilting your balance and making you fall on your back against the soft covers. His hands roam impatiently to your hips, pulling at the last piece of clothing covering you, only to throw it somewhere in the mess of clothes. With one knee resting on the mattress, he pulls at your ankles to have you closer, then leans down to press teasing kisses up your soft skin as he crawls over you.

His mouth travels in a messy line over your knee, thigh and hip bone, completely avoiding the prominent heat on the inside of your thighs. He yearns to do it, to rub his nose against your slit and taste you so deep that the tartness will linger heavy on his tongue onto the next day, but he knows he can’t. That sort of intimacy is only reserved for matters of the heart, for partners in love who know each other- body and soul-, and you two are anything but. So instead he focuses higher up, licking and nibbling at your breasts and the tender nipples that never disappoint to perk up when he exhales rapidly over them.

You tangle your fingers in the mess of his hair at the feeling of his knees pushing your legs open, then when the skin of his strong thighs begins to rub over your aching core, your nails dig into the sensitive scalp with a gasp. It’s soft at first, like he’s testing your reactions and as you plant your feet around him and push down to meet his actions with urgency, you feel his lips grow into a smile above your skin.

“Fuckin’ tease…” You mumble through gasps, the comment increasing the erratic movements that almost have you shaking over the surface of the bed.

A cry scratches your throat and you tilt your head back when his hand snakes down and applies pressure over it with his palm moving in circles. Your nails rake from his head to his shoulders and he moans over your chest, the skin overly sensitive and wet.

“Just put it in- already..” You whine and he laughs again. That’s two more than ever, but who’s counting.

“What’s the fun in that?” He teases with a heavy breath, but readjusts his position so your thighs rest above his and the thick head of his cock brushes over the hot flesh of your entrance.

He plants his hands by your head with his hanging low and eyes trained on the way you swallow his member as he sinks in inch by inch. The smokey scent from his golden hair and the sweet stretch of him filling you up has your head pounding from the rush of blood and ears only tuning into static. He feels incredibly hot above you, strong biceps caging you in between his hot skin and the mattress. You bite your lip to control the shameful moan trying to escape when he finally settles completely inside you.

“Fuck-” His eyes are closed and his breathing is ragged for a few agonizing seconds before he pulls back and rolls his hips into you again and again.

His pace is constant and firm enough that you wrap your hands around his wrists so the force of his thrusts don’t push you away. Still, you can feel him holding back when blown pupils meet yours and his movements falter down lightly. So you give him a little push by taking one of his firm hands and wrapping it around your neck, never letting your sight leave his.

“Jesus fuck-” He shudders with an exhale and a soft grin.

“Is that all you got, pretty boy?” You ask between pants and a similar grin.

His brows raise in surprise at your sudden teasing and he shakes his head in amusement. His eyes meet yours again, an indescribable gleam visible in the low light of your room and you’re about to question why he’s stopped moving, before he pulls out completely, takes his hand from your neck and effortlessly flips you - so that now your stomach is firmly on the bed. The sudden action pulls a squeal from your throat. You want to turn around to throw another remark, but his hand falls abruptly on the plump flesh of your ass and a guttural groan escapes instead.

“That what ya wanted?” He asks with an edge to his voice as he pulls the front of your thighs back and up, spreading your knees to the sides.

You’re barely recovering from the wave of pleasure his smack caused when a new wave hits at the roughness of two of his fingers plunging into exposed cunt. You’re groaning into the sheets and fisting the covers with all your strength as the bubble in your abdomen grows too quickly. One of his hands holds you hard against the mattress while the other works you into a mess of moans and high pitched gasps with dexterous fingers. He leans over you to kiss your shoulder blades and the dip of your spine, mumbling how good you look trembling under him.

“You could’a just asked…” He whispers while slowing down his teasing fingers, giving you a few seconds to heave in some needed air.

Your sweaty forehead rests over the disarranged sheets as blows of air rattle your chest, along with the pounding of your heartbeat. In the back of your mind, you register his hand rubbing along the length of your spread out thighs, then up to knead the plushness of your ass.

“Not so cocky now, huh?” His amused voice looms over you and his warm breath cools your sweat slickened skin.

You exhale a soft laugh, opening your eyes and tilting your head back to see his amused expression. “ I could be cockier, if only you helped…”

His grin grows as his eyes drink in the last drop of blue and his chest is now flat over your back, cock hard and throbbing against your ass cheeks.

No anticipation could prepare you for the moan that claws out from your throat the moment he slips back inside, with even more fervent energy. The new position has you somehow feeling him thick and hot against your stomach and the strength that he deposits into every thrust has you clawing at anything you can get your hands on. You don’t know where the ardent giggle comes from, but it’s there, accompanied by a shrill “Oh my fuck- Carm-!” that comes out more whinier than you would like. He groans into your neck at the desperate call of his name and how fucking good it sounds coming from your panting lips.

“God- so fuckin hot-” He mumbles into your skin, nipping the base of your neck with his teeth and pulling a shaking moan that fills him with pride. “Always so fuckin’ ready for me aren’t ya?”

You're at the mercy of the steady and harsh snap of his hips. Tears pick at the corner of your eyes and watercolors bleed together in swirls of blues as you claw at the covers while strong thighs slam behind you.

Your skin feels hot and cold at the same time and the constant gasps do nothing for the lack of oxygen burning at your lungs, more from him knocking out every attempt to breathe than from the grip he has around your throat. You can feel your pulse heavy on your clit, but before you can reach down to touch yourself, he pushes your back hard down on the bed with a grunt and slows down his movements to a stop.

His ragged breathing blows cold over your searing skin for a few seconds, then he pulls out and lays beside you on the bed, panting. He turns to see your amused expression at the sudden halt, then grins slightly for the fifth time that night.

“Shut up.” He says before you speak, like he just knows you're about to tease him over losing his breath during sex.

“I wasn’t saying nothing!” You joke and rest your head up your elbow, looking down at his tinted skin. “But you really should stop smokin’...” You add.

Carmen’s brow creases in confusion, then when you swing your aching thigh over his hips and plant your palms over his hard chest, his face turns to surprise. This is the first time in the months that you’ve been doing this, that you’re the one on top.

“How’d you know I smoke?” He asks with crystal eyes scanning your face and large palms rubbing up and down your thighs.

You shrug, taking his pulsing cock in your hand and giving it a few jerks that pull the air from his lungs. You raise on your knees and angle the glistening head to rub teasingly at your folds.

“You always smell like it. It’s kinda hot.” You respond, then sink down slowly to feel the mouthwatering stretch once again.

He groans, throwing his head back from the tightness the new angle offers, but then looks up to you again because there’s something about the way you’re looking at him that makes his chest ache. You dig your nails into his strong stomach as you raise up then fall back down on his length with a roll of your hips, always looking down at him through strands of messy locks. You continue at a slow pace, savoring how his tip seems to push against a special spot that has waves of tingles roaming down your thighs.

Your mouth hangs open as you speed up your movements and he meets you halfway with the strong snap of his hips and the firm grip on your waist. He pulls you into his chest at the same time his hands push your hips down and another involuntary high pitched gasp rasps at your throat. He swallows it down gladly as he devours your mouth with a seething necessity you hadn’t felt before and the constant push of his grip on your hips has you panting shamefully against his lips.

“Fuck- shit Carm, you’re gonna make me-” He thrusts his hips painfully hard that it knocks the words from your mouth.

You’re drenched in sweat and surrounded by the obscene sound of smacking skin and hefty smell of sex, but all you can register is the moaning, broad shouldered man underneath you. Wild sapphire eyes dance around your pleasure filled face and Carmen swears he had never found you more attractive than in this moment- sweaty, flushed and kiss- swollen. He doesn’t know what takes over him as he reaches up to caress your cheek, or where he gets the bravery to effortlessly flip you over so you’re back where you began- choking for any sliver of air that he pushes back out with his persistent thrusts.

“So fuckin’ beautiful-” He moans into your neck.

You claw at his back, scratches he knows will bring a grin to his usual cold features when he stares into the broken mirror in his bathroom tomorrow morning. You’re a mess of pleas and incoherent mumbling that can only be silenced by his feverish kisses as he cradles your face in his strong palms.

He feels the familiar tight and hot grip around his cock and a primal instinct to speed up his thrusts takes over him. You wrap your trembling thighs hard around his hips and swallow every groan that escapes his throat. You feel the bubble in your abdomen grow incredibly quick and tight until it bursts into waves of pleasure that have your toes curling and your back arching impossibly closer to him.

You don’t exist for a few wonderful seconds. There’s no up or down as you float through existence like a still feather. There’s only the weight of the man above you holding you like a lifeline. A fuck shaped moan cascades from his lips as he feels your walls spasm against him and the sensitivity is too much that he follows behind your orgasm after a couple more delicous thrusts.

Through your cloudy haze, you feel him break above you, the heaves that brush your neck and the thick liquid that fills you up as he comes inside you. His arms tremble slightly by your head, trying to maintain his weight and you could blame the intensity of the moment on your actions, but you snake your arms over his strong shoulders and pull him down to rest on your chest.

Despite the fact that you’ve been sleeping around with each other for the past few months, you can feel that something was different about this time, like a barrier had been broken or an invisible line had been crossed for both of you. You’re not going to ask, though. You’d rather bask in the post orgasm bliss that washes over you.

Carmen groans tiredly as he pulls out of you and lays by your side to see your relaxed face and closed eyes.

“We’re-uh- we’re gonna have to talk about it, aren’t we…” He mumbles with a small smile as he rakes his fingers through his sweaty hair, tired eyelids closing involuntarily as the weight of the excruciating day finally falls off his shoulders.

You hum softly, then feel around you for the covers that you gently drape over your naked bodies routinely. You both lay in a strange silence with eyes fixed on your ceiling, not a bad silence just… different.

“Yeah…” You whisper back and turn to bright blue eyes that finally lack the worn out and exhausted expression his rugged brows give him. “But it can wait ‘till tomorrow.”

You turn your back to him, adjusting the pillow under you.

A strong arm snakes around you over the covers that pulls you to a warm chiseled chest, you can feel his erratic heartbeats mixing with your own and you smile when soft lips graze carefully on the curve up your shoulder.

“Tomorrow.” He whispers back with the tenth smile of the night.

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title: first time he kissed me, he but only kissed (ao3) pairing: togame jo/sakura haruka summary: togasaku first kiss ;3;

The tunnel under the rail tracks became a common meeting spot for both Togame and Sakura. It was perfect and convenient – Togame would only need to walk a few blocks from the Shishitoren headquarters, Sakura could cover the patrol of the surrounding area then end right in front of the Shishitoren and Bofurin boundary, and the street itself wasn’t busy if the sun was still out.

The first few times, trouble came to their spot, what with smaller gangs from out of town escaping through the tunnel to get to the pub street. Needless to say, Togame and Sakura took care of it with no issues. After a while, word got around that monsters from Shishitoren and Bofurin were guarding the narrow street, and no one with intent to cause trouble dared to cross that path anymore.

Usually, Sakura would bring with him lots of food. Rewards from the community, he said. The people don’t seem to run out of food to give Bofurin, but even Sakura’s voracious appetite could only hold so much. Even if he was usually possessive of the food he received, he didn’t want it going bad. Fortunately, Togame shared the same stomach. He didn’t win all those eating challenges for nothing. In return, he would bring the drinks. Mostly ice-cold ramune, of course.

It’s been a month since the festival, and today was one of those usual days they would hang out under the rail tracks. Togame already finished his portion and was sipping his strawberry ramune leisurely. It was warm earlier in the day, but the summer humidity brought down a late afternoon thunderstorm. The surroundings were cascaded with heavy rainfall, and neither of them had an umbrella. There was no choice but to wait out the rain.

“This rain doesn’t seem to be stopping anytime soon,” Togame noted, peeking at the dark sky overhead, “I could ask Choji to bring us an extra umbrella so you can go home.”

“It’s fine, I can wait with you,” Sakura replied, staring up from his phone. He was leaning against the wall, holding a still half-full grape ramune in his other hand. “There’s nothing to do back home anyway. Here’s better.”

“Yeah?” Togame smiled as he walked back to his spot next to Sakura, swiping the ramune bottle off his hand and taking a swig out of it. “Ahh, that’s so good. I really like this flavor more – Won’t your Bofurin friends look for you?”

“Hey, you already had yours!” Sakura quickly stole the bottle back, staking his claim by drinking the remaining contents all at once. He didn’t even let at least one drop go. Then when all the drink was gone, he answered with a slight burp, “I told them I was meeting you today. They know anyway, so…”

This surprised Togame. Togame hadn’t asked if Sakura told his friends about them. He didn’t care, but knowing that Sakura did made him feel oddly satisfied.

Rain continued to pour as silence fell between the two of them. Togame glanced at Sakura. He seemed to be frozen in thought, the empty ramune bottle still lingering on his mouth. In fact, Sakura did seem like he has been occupied by something ever since they met this afternoon. Even the light sparring they did when the rain just started didn’t seem to wash away whatever it was that he was thinking about.

Concerned, Togame finally asked, “Is something bothering you?”

“…K…kiss.”

“…Huh?” Did he hear that right?

“I…I want to try it.”

Togame looked at Sakura’s face, trying to see any trace of mischief on his face. Sakura’s not the type to tease, after all. They’ve been dating for a month now, yes, and within that time they have gotten to know each other better. They both enjoy a good fight and good food. Their private moments under the rail tracks were simple but meaningful. But within that period, Sakura didn’t strike him to be a proactive type when it came to physical affection. So why was he bringing this up now?

Sakura’s forehead was crumpled into a frown, his eyes averted, but his mouth was curled into a pout and the entirety of his neck up to the tip of his ears were red. For someone asking for a kiss, he looked very conflicted about it.

Togame lets out a laugh. “You’re note being dared to do this, are you?”

“You think I’m not serious?”

“Of course not,” Togame stepped closer then, making Sakura back into the wall. In reflex, Sakura’s arms raised as if getting ready to fight, much to Togame’s amusement. Togame raised his right hand and held the back of Sakura’s head, his thumb ever so slightly caressing the tip of his ear. “But if you want to be kissed, you probably shouldn’t act like you’re about to hit me.”

Sakura froze under his touch, the bottle on his hand falling onto the ground and rolling away. Despite this, it didn’t look like he was regretting his request either.

Togame then leaned in…

And kissed Sakura’s forehead.

“How’s that for a start?”

Sakura draws in a frustrated breath, his eyes widening and his cheeks gaining another shade of red. “Are you messing with me?”

Togame laughed as he avoided a punch of protest from Sakura. “I’d never. Just didn’t want to overwhelm you, that’s all.”

“Stop playing around.”

Then without warning, Sakura took the initiative and pulled Togame down by the collar of his jacket –––

“Ow!”

Teeth smacked with lips, and in the next moment, Togame tasted something metallic. Sakura, on the other hand, suddenly squatted on the ground with a hand over his own mouth; it was his blood that Togame tasted.

“Sakura! Are you okay?”

“What the hell, all those articles are wrong!”

“You were…reading about how to kiss? Was that why you keep looking at your phone today?”

“Shuttup!” Sakura looked away, his hand still covering his mouth. It was all Togame needed to confirm his question. No wonder Sakura had been looking so distracted since earlier. He must have been thinking how to ask for a kiss and how to do it properly.

The spot where Sakura hit against was still throbbing a bit from the pain, so Togame could imagine the impact was worse for Sakura.

“Let me see,” Togame worriedly squatted down in front of Sakura and lightly grabbed his chin, making Sakura face him so he could see the wound on his mouth. Upon inspection, it didn’t seem something to be concerned about. As for the other matter… “Why do you want this so bad anyway?”

“Should there be a reason? I just feel like I want to…kiss you, that’s all.” The last part he whispered almost inaudibly. Then he stood up, roughly rubbing at the spot where his lips smacked against Togame’s teeth. “But if you don’t want to, then just forget about it.”

“I want to, though.” Togame reached for Sakura’s hand, weaving their fingers together as he slowly stood up. “Since the festival, really. But I wanted to take our time until you’re completely comfortable.”

Togame was the type to love deeply, that he knew of himself. And when he attaches himself to something, or someone, he tends to be territorial about it. Sakura’s one of the strongest people he knew, but Togame also recognizes that Sakura had a fragile side, particularly when it came to his relationships with people. Though he trusted that Sakura would overcome that difficulty, he was still careful in treading his own relationship with him. The last thing he wanted was to push Sakura away.

“I am comfortable. Especially since it’s you.” Sakura looked down at their entwined hands, and a small smile lined his lips. “It’s just that…whenever I see…romantic things, I get flustered for no reason…I feel like even if I get to…kiss you…I’d be too shaken to like it.”

Sakura’s answer brings a smile to Togame’s face. It was useless to worry, after all.

“What if you closed your eyes?”

“Close my eyes?”

“So, you don’t see the kiss coming.”

Sakura pondered on the idea a bit, but after a while, he did as he was told without any more protest. His face was still full of nervousness, but at least this way, he would neither freeze up at the sight of Togame closing in, nor feel overwhelmed from the view of an incoming kiss. A bit of blood still stained the edge of his mouth. Togame reached out with his free hand and cleaned it up, tracing the outline of Sakura’s lower lip as he did so. Sakura’s lips were smooth against his thumb, parting ever so slightly in response to his touch. The warm and shaky breath against his finger tells of Sakura’s eagerness for what comes next.

Finally, Togame closed the distance, and this time, he carefully planted a light kiss on Sakura’s mouth, like a butterfly carefully hovering over the blooms of a cherry blossom tree.

Neither of them has done this before, so who knows what’s a good or a bad kiss. Was it awkward? Not at all. Amateur? Maybe. But it seemed that for the right person, it didn’t matter. The body would respond in kind without needing to have prior knowledge of how to do this or that. It’s just a matter of listening to one another’s desires as delivered by the lips, much like how a good fight is a fruitful conversation between fists.

Sakura’s mouth opened even more as it met Togame’s, instinctively deepening the kiss himself. Togame could still taste a bit of rustiness from the blood, but also the sweetness of the grape ramune they shared. He drinks it all in, drowning in the unhurriedness of the moment. Sakura let out a small sound against Togame’s mouth, making Togame greedier, pulling Sakura even closer to reduce the very small distance between them into nothing.

Togame lost track of how long it had been, or if he had even come up for breath. Before he completely lost himself in their kiss, he grasped at the small mindfulness that graced his mind to pull away. Yet, Sakura followed him and leaned forward, unwilling to end the moment, attempting to continue the kiss. At this point, Togame was already prepared and shifted his face a bit, only the edges of their mouths meeting. It broke Sakura away from the trance of the kiss, his eyes shot up wide open. They’re both in a state of wanting more; one of them should at least hold the fort and be rational.

“So, did you like it?”

The steady patter of the pouring rain fell in rhythm with their heavy breaths. Sakura’s eyes seemed to have lost all their intensity, staring dazedly into the air. He blinked a few times, perhaps confused as to why they stopped, and when he finally turned a hazy gaze to Togame, his glazed eyes seemed to say, More, more, more…

Ah, this is a bit dangerous.

But contrary to Togame’s expectations, Sakura resorted to wrapping his arms around his waist and burying his own face against Togame’s chest.

“Yeah, I liked it.” he mumbled, his voice vibrating against Togame’s hammering heart, “The other one, too.”

“Which one?”

“Forehead.”

Togame couldn’t see Sakura’s face, but the tip of his ears was still bright red. Alas, a first kiss like that must have been too much for someone like Sakura. As for Togame, it was everything he could have hoped for. He returned Sakura’s embrace with a smile and held the other boy tightly. Sakura shifted his weight, completely leaning onto him, that if Togame lets go, he would fall to the ground. But that won’t happen. Togame didn’t plan on letting go.

“I liked them both, too.”

Not now. Not ever.

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