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[craycraybluejay]

why am i retarded

[kimetsu-no-imagines]

submission request

its ur bf write me rengoku porn rn before i kiss you in electrical- u know what i want 😩 ——————————————————————————- a/n : !!!!!! anything for u babe!!!!! a request from my bf,,,,,,,how special,,,,especially when haven’t written on here in forever,,,,,, warnings ; mugen train spoilers!!!!!!!!!! s o m a n y!!!!!! mentions of rengoku/akaza fight, alternate universe where rengoku lives it’s what we all want anyway, pre-established relationship/rengoku is your husband, breeding/pregnancy kink, rengoku living and dying (figuratively) between your legs, “dirty” talk but rengoku is such a loving man i don’t think it should even be called that here, uhhhh body worship but with his eyes? its very vague but it is there, boy just loves you okay, also none of this is proof read or anything if that matters word count ; 2,728

I’m Home

When you first hear about it, of course, like his fellow pillars, you’re terrified-thankful, naturally, that your husband at least hasn’t died, but the crow sent to inform you of the events of his mission, of his injuries, doesn’t exactly try to sugar coat anything, not even for you, his spouse.

Skull fractures from dodging the punch that would have smashed his eye completely, broken ribs from dodging yet another hit that, if he hadn’t moved back fast enough, would have gone through him and killed him-the details were gruesome, they were bone-chilling, it wasn’t as if you or anyone particularly enjoyed hearing about it, but one thing was for certain-you were relieved not to have lost him to this, to have lost anyone. Tanjiro and the others were so strong, so hard-working, and they were so young, with so much to live for-you couldn’t imagine how you’d feel if anything had happened to them, either.

There’s so much about it that pains you-not being able to have your husband home with you after he’d already been so busy with this mission and the ones before it, knowing how injured he was and how long it’d take him to recover at the Butterfly Estate, it was all… Torture. Not that you couldn’t go see him, of course-but Shinobu urged you to stay home and relax, you wouldn’t want to see him in the state that he was in, she promised you that much. Her crow did come by to personally update you on his condition every day or so, though-that was at least some amount of relief.

… Or, it would have been. You hadn’t seen any crow come by in a week or so, to the day-and yes, you kept track, because of course you did, you were an anxious wreck, and it’d already been months of your husband steadily recovering, or so you thought. Had he died from his injuries? Did something happen to the estate, were more people hurt? … Well. You supposed that was a silly thought, she lived so close to the Master’s own residence-no demon could get close enough to hurt them, with all the wisteria around both places.

You were so used to having your husband around to calm you when you thought about the worst things, like this-your heart hurt with anxiety and worry. What could you do but stand outside by the door, every day, for hours, just waiting for some sign, of a crow, of Shinobu herself, of anything?

It was another day that had gone by just like that-your feet and legs ached from keeping yourself up for so long, dried tear trails staining the sides of your face-you knew it was silly of you, you knew you should have tried to be at least a little stronger, for him if no one else, but… You just couldn’t help it. You hated this. You just wanted your husband back.

A dejected sigh leaves you as you watch the sun set for just one more moment before turning to go back inside, tears stinging at the corners of your eyes again-maybe tomorrow you’ll go up to Shinobu’s estate yourself. You couldn’t stand this for another–

“Hahaha! Now isn’t this strange! You’re running away from me!”

Your heart stops, and you freeze in place. What?

You feel him before you can turn to see him-chest pressed against your back, though soon you’re spun around and pulled up into a crushing hug anyway, and it’s all you can do to immediately start sobbing into your husband’s brightly-colored hair as you’re held.

“… Hello, my sweet,”  His voice is no longer booming and jovial like it was a moment ago, but soft, gentle and meant only for you, as he squeezes you to him-you want to worry about the injuries he was supposed to be recovering from still, but you don’t want this to end, either. You suppose, he must have just been coming around the corner and through the gate when you turned to go inside-not that it mattered, all that did matter was that he was… Here, holding you.

“You must have missed me terribly!” All hearty, he laughs with you again, even if all you can do is cry in his arms while he rubs soothingly at your back, “But of course I missed you terribly too! I tried many times to sneak out and come home to you, but Shinobu or one of the other girls always caught me-”

You missed his voice dearly, you did-and you were still crying, but you couldn’t help but lean up and kiss him. It was something you usually did to quiet him, for sure, but right now you just… Needed him. And he didn’t seem to mind, hands happily and readily sliding down to hoist you up into his arms, never breaking from you as he carried you into your home.

“… Such a beautiful shouldn’t have quite so many tears upon it, you know,”He mumbles gently against your lips, and you sniffle as you finally reach up to start wiping at them, “I-I just missed you so much, Kyojuro, I was so scared-you were almost-you could have-”

“But I didn’t, and I won’t.” He interrupts you sweetly, but firmly nonetheless, shaking his head at you, “I am fine. I am healed, my love. I am still here to fulfill my duties-and I always will be. That includes my duties to you as your husband.”

“I…” It doesn’t feel like you should believe it-after what you’d heard of his battle, knowing he’d even just encountered an Upper Moon demon, this felt too good to be real or true, and yet… There’s such certainty and finality blazing in his eyes as he stares at you, all you can do is nod.

“… Alright.”

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… Really, all you had intended to do this evening, now that you had your husband home with you, was cook him his favorite meal and go to sleep with him, in his arms, for the first time in who knew how long, at this point. Truthfully, that had been your only goal. You wanted him to rest, no matter how many times he told you just how fully recovered he was through the mouthfuls of sweet potato you so lovingly prepared for him-and yet… And yet…

Well, you suppose you simply didn’t account for him wanting… Dessert.

“It’s been so long,” The words are mumbled around you, your flesh, as he greedily, really voraciously eats and licks you up from between your legs-you’d already known him to be feral when presented with the sweet treat only you could provide him with, but this was something else entirely, “-it’s been too long, my love, don’t you understand how very hungry I am?”

You don’t, but by no means are you going to let that stop either of you. You missed his mouth just as much as he missed your taste.

“K-Kyojuro-Kyojuro, I’m-Kyo–”

… He’s never been one to tease or deny you. And yet just as you’re about to cum, so close to the edge you could have tasted it yourself, he’s pulling away from you. His lips and chin and… Well, his face, in general, are so shiny with you-you easily forget your frustration and get lost in the blissful look in his eyes as he cleans himself with his tongue. “While you certainly are the most delicious thing in this world, my sweet,” He crawls up the length of your body so quickly, so desperate to smash his lips to your own, “-as I’ve told you, it’s been far too long. I want to feel you cum around my cock this evening. But I’m sure you have no complaint either way?” Any other day, you’d want to hit him, to get that cheeky look off of his face, but… You also can’t say you don’t want that. Maybe you really don’t have any complaints either way. “… You’re awful,” You huff up at him, but you nod, “… But alright.” … And yet he stays still. It would be so easy-you’re properly soaked, and the pair of you are completely naked, and yet your infuriating husband is just… Sitting there, hovering over you with a smile on his face. It’s a soft, loving smile-but you’ve known him so long, you don’t miss the mischief in his eyes. “… Can I not admire you, my beautiful spouse? Even for a moment, after I’ve been gone from you for so very long?” It’s not a crime for him to stare at you so adoringly-really, you’d love it if you weren’t as damn horny as you were. But... It has been a long time. He’s teasing, but as much as that’s true, you know he’s being earnest, too-his eyes flicker all over your form so carefully, meticulously re-memorizing every tiny detail about you. “... Even more beautiful then before I left you, dear one,” The way he murmurs it, so absently, it’s almost more like he’s saying it to himself, but his eyes raised to bore back into yours after a minute-clearly, he wants you to hear every word of what he’s saying, absent or not. “... Would you like to know something I thought about while I was away?” His love renders you breathless, speechless-it’s all you can do to nod up at him. “During the brief hours of respite I would get, I would think to myself... What would it be like to come back to you, our home... How would it feel, the joy of it all... And then, another thought had started to occur to me,” A sharp gasp tears through you as you feel a few fingers suddenly and swiftly beginning their work at stretching you out-sneaky man, he’d distracted you from his hands with his voice, and even then, he kept talking like he hadn’t done anything, “... What would it be like if I could come home to the sight of you all swollen and glowing with our child...?” Those words rob you of whatever meager amount of breath you had managed to regain. With your child...? “... Oh, my love, you squeezed my fingers so nicely just now,” He marvels at the sight, the feeling of you, worrying his lip between his teeth-you’re so pretty like this, is what he wants to say, but his mind is suddenly consumed by the thought he’d put into both your heads a moment ago. You, glowing with the product of your love in your stomach. You don’t fail to notice the twitching of his cock where it hangs all hard between his legs. “Do you like the sound of that, then...? Do you want to carry my children, our children, my dear one? I’ll give it to you if you just say the word-after all, what poor excuse of a husband would I be if I didn’t?” His fingers move in and out of you faster, frantic and eager to prepare you for him, now, as he almost rambles on like that-his words set your body, your insides, on fire. You do want it, you realize-it’s not something you’d given much thought to before, but here, like this, right now after spending so much time worrying about losing him? You really do want nothing more. “P-p-please, please Kyojuro, I want-please give me your children, I want it, I want you, please make me pregnant, my husband, please-” It’s not meant to egg him on, truly it isn’t-you just can’t help but beg with how badly you want it yourself. But that doesn’t mean you don’t delight in the way he seems to snap, just the slightest bit, above you, quickly removing his fingers from you to replace them with his cock-what you’d been waiting for since he laid you down in bed earlier. That felt like an eternity ago right now, though. The stretch isn’t an uncomfortable one, with the care he’d still taken to prepare you-you missed it, if anything, you missed him. And it’s clear that he feels the same-he’s gone so tense above you, arms trembling on either side of you with the restraint it takes not to move. Somehow, he still manages to keep up that bright smile of his, too. “Do tell me when I can move, my love. This is a bit unbearable with how lovely you feel!” ... As hazy as your mind was with pleasure, you couldn’t help but giggle. Even now, your husband was so... Endearing. So cute. Your bring your hands up to hold his face as you nod your head eagerly, over and over, “Please, Kyojuro-please, I want it,” You can see that he wants to worry about you, wants to ask you again to make sure-but he can’t, his body betrays him, his hips instantly slotting themselves against your own, pulling back only to quickly bring themselves back down, his cock pressing and rubbing against every bit of your insides as it moves in and out of you, over and over and over, so fast-and your husband hardly even breaks a sweat. ... His being a demon slayer, and a pillar, at that, had its perks, you supposed. His stamina was one of them. But he seemed to already be losing his composure, too, with just how long it’d been since you’d gotten to be so close. “This-this is embarrassing, haha-I feel like I could burst at any moment already-just-just thinking about how-utterly perfect you’d look, ah-” His hips stutter, and he stills for a second, to keep his own pleasure at bay for a moment-though he makes up for it with the hand that shoots down to rub and stroke at what his cock isn’t already touching, “-goodness gracious-how perfect you’d look, pregnant, my love-” As if you aren’t ready to burst, yourself. Did he suddenly forget about denying you mere minutes ago...? “M-my husband-my husband, Kyojuro, please, m-me too, just go ahead, please-please give me your child, give it to me, please-” “You’re really as difficult as you are beautiful!” The very wind is knocked out of you as you find your legs suddenly on either side of your head, as he fucks into you with a very renewed, fittingly fiery sense of vigor and passion, grunting freely every time he feels you wrap around him again and again, “I truly did want to take my time with you this evening, my sweet-how irresistible you are like this-I’ll have to savor you another time-” This position, the wildness in his eyes, the feeling and the sight of him-yes, the sight of him, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t see the bulge appearing and disappearing from your stomach-fucking into you desperately, all of it is far too much for you, far too overwhelming, but of course he revels above you in the way you clamp down on him and make a sudden, abrupt mess all over the pair of you, not to mention the futon underneath you. “So beautiful-so beautiful like this, my love-I-just the sight of you, you’re going to make me-goodness-” He leans over you and folds you in half even further, nose brushing against your neck, “I-I’m going to-I’m going to give it to you now, alright? I swear it, my love, my dear one, I’ll-I’ll get you pregnant, I promise, I promise, I--” It’s so intense, he almost roars as it washes over him, as he fills you up so completely it leaks out of you, with how long its been since either of you had any form of... Release. Your legs are released, and they flop numbly down against the plush futon beneath you-your husband can barely keep himself up, but he at least tries to be careful as he collapses against you, chuckling so happily against your shoulder while you can hardly keep your eyes open, let alone say anything. You wish you had the sense what was apparently so... Funny, right now. “... I love you, _____.” The biggest wave of tranquility falls over you, hearing those words. You can’t quite say much of anything still, but he knows-he sees it in your eyes when he looks up at your face. You love him too. Right now, that’s all he needs. “I really am so happy to be home, dear one.”

[myherowritings]

PART 5. THE INHERENT EROTICISM OF BUTTONING SOMEONE’S CLOTHES

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 3.0k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. sexual tension !! and umm sexual frustration ;p, not explicit but prob rated 16+, just read the title of this chapter BAHAHA

A/N. sorry this is coming a little later than planned ! :( but i hope the dressing room scene can make up for it u.u tysm for reading and for all the feedback! enjoy :3 xx sof

SERIES MASTERLIST

© myherowritings — all rights reserved. reposting, modifying, copying, or translating of any kind is not allowed. do not read my writing as asmr. do not plagiarize.

What were you supposed to wear to a shopping date? you asked yourself. Not that today was a date or anything. Though maybe you sort of wished it were… 

The Naruhata Charity Gala was in a little over a week and Shouto would be coming over to pick you up in less than one hour and you still sat in your room with nothing but a towel on feeling more and more hopeless. 

It was a strange dilemma. He met you in your work apron wearing an unflattering work shirt and work pants. And when you met up over the weekend previously, you never paid too much mind on what you would wear. In fact, you were positive he wouldn’t even care how you looked. So why was it such a big deal to you now? 

Probably because of your recent admission of your growing feelings towards him, you thought crossly. 

In your defense, it wasn’t like it was your fault! Right? Seeing someone everyday… Wanting to see someone everyday… Texting regularly about the most random things, having the most banal objects you saw throughout the day remind you of something Shouto did or said… With all those occurrences it would’ve been practically impossible to not start crushing on him! 

Time passed as you stared at your ceiling blankly. If you kept this up, he was bound to show up in your house and find you half-naked. (Now that you mentioned it, that didn’t sound like the worst idea. But it wasn’t something you’d randomly spring upon someone.)

“Get up, Y/N!” you scolded yourself, rolling off your bed and heading towards your closet. 

In the end, you ended up settling for another variation of your usual go-to outfit and called it a day. It happened to be perfect timing since, by the time you finished getting ready, you got a new message on your phone. 

Shouto: Parked in front of your place

Shouto: Sorry I’m a little early. You can take your time getting ready :)

Y/N: it’s okay i’m ready now!! 

After hitting send, you put your shoes on, gathering your belongings you wanted to bring with you, and headed out the door. Excited to hang out with Shouto again, you walked with a skip in your step down the path until you reached his car. 

“Hi!” You waved through his half-opened, tinted window. To no one’s surprise, his car was a sleek black color with dark, tinted windows, and gold details along the sides. If it didn’t look so oddly sexy you would’ve laughed at how cutely dorky he was for matching his car with his credit card. “This is one hot car.”

He turned his head to the side when you entered the passenger’s seat. “Should I turn the AC higher?” 

“Huh— Oh!” You stifled a giggle when you processed the pun he made. “You’re funny, Shouto.” 

He only looked a little confused. “Thank you.” 

The interior of his car was no less—for lack of better term—sexy than the outside. Leather seats, a large screen for the radio and carplay, and the dashboard and side doors lit up a nice blue color. 

“Pretty!” you complimented, poking at the colorful light.

“Want to pick a color?” 

Your eyes widened. “It can change colors?!” 

Shouto nodded.

“Can it be pink?” you asked intently. 

“Light pink or hot pink?”

“Light.”

He swiftly obliged and with a hit of a touchscreen button, the interior lighting changed from blue to pastel pink. 

“Green!”

It turned green.

“Orange!”

Cue the orange. 

“Purple?” 

Purple. 

Once you were thoroughly satisfied with Shouto showing you the whole color selection (you were almost embarrassed to admit it kept you entertained for a good ten minutes), you settled on a bright turquoise that reminded you of the color of his left eye. 

“Ooh, this color! My favorite,” you said simply, giving him a wide smile. 

A faint blush dusted his cheeks as he developed a sudden interest in adjusting his rearview mirror. “Hm.”

Shouto drove the rest of the way in a comfortable silence, occasionally asking how your week was outside of work and what type of outfit you wanted to wear so he could have a better idea on where to take you. 

“Did you eat?” he suddenly asked when he hit the next stoplight, one hand holding the wheel and the other resting comfortably on the gear shift. 

His hands looked nice and slender and soft to the touch. Pretty hands, you thought but shook yourself out of it because you could go down a rabbit hole of examining his hands and going into detail about them. 

You remembered the single, measly granola bar you had due to your rush getting ready. “I didn’t really eat yet, no. Did you?”

He shook his head and pulled into a food plaza with lots of stores to choose from. The two of you agreed on a noodle restaurant that apparently had some of the best cold soba (once you learned it was his favorite food, you wanted to be able to have some with him and today was the perfect opportunity to do just that) and promptly headed to the location. 

In the shop, a waiter sat the two of you down at a dimly lit booth with the perfect amount of ambience that if someone were to casually look over, they might even mistake this outing as a date. 

You grinned at the thought. 

“Excited for the soba?” asked Shouto, examining the smile on your face thoughtfully. 

That’s not why you were smiling, but it was close enough. “Mhm. And the udon. You can never go wrong with noodles!” 

Yes, you got both udon and soba. But in your defense, where else would the fun in life be if not in sugary sweets and carbs? 

As the two of you waited for your main dishes, you ate some fish cakes and edamame while talking about the ways in which capitalism could be dismantled. Rather sexy of him, if you did say so yourself. 

Before you knew it, you were done with your meal and headed back into his car to go fancy-people shopping. On the remainder of the ride, you asked yourself what color you should pick that would match well with both you and Shouto. After all, nothing said a cute couple who totally liked each other going on a totally real date to a gala like color-coordinated outfits, right?

He parked in front of a street of buildings with a dark glass reaching from ceiling to floor with security guards at the door. Just standing near it made you feel fancy. 

“This is a place my sister told me she liked,” he said, leading you to the store front with his hand on the small of your back to guide you. “I hope you’ll find something to your liking.”

You tried your best not to pay too much attention to the warmth you felt both on your back and your stomach from the fuzzy feelings that spread. 

“Hello, welcome!” the both of you were greeted as you walked through the doors. The interior of the store was lined with designer dresses, some long, some short, and all incredibly stunning. There were only a few other patrons in the store, but all of them looked so elegant as they tried on their dresses. “It’s so lovely to see you again Mr. Todoroki.”

Shouto nodded subtly. “Hello. This is Y/N, my date to the gala who’ll need your assistance today.”

“Hi!” you chimed in at his cue. “Nice to meet you.” 

The worker smiled and made her way over to you. “And you as well. I’m Masuda and I’ll do my best to make sure you leave the store satisfied with your purchase! Did you have a particular style or perhaps color in mind?”

“Umm,” you said sheepishly, looking around the wide variety of clothings and unsure where to start. “I’m not too sure. It’s my first time going to one of these things so maybe something comfortable, but also still...fancy?” You scratched the back of your neck. “Does that even exist?”

“Of course— Just have to find something that feels comfortable to you.” She told you to hold on one moment as she disappear into the rows of fabric. 

As Masuda collected some starter dresses for you to try on, a customer walked by with bags of clothes in her hands, her gaze lingering on Shouto, though neither of you paid her much mind. 

“In this setting, you look almost fit to be a sugar daddy,” you said jokingly, looking around in awe at the sophisticated yet lavish dresses. “You take all your sugar babies here?”

“Only the ones I really like,” he teased back. His voice was deadpan but there was the telltale hints of a smirk on his face to let you know he was only messing with you.

The door chimed to signal that a customer left and by then Masuda had returned with bundles of fabric draped on her arm. She led you away in a hurry and you hesitantly looked back at Shouto who followed in a safe distance. Seeing your moment of panic, he gave you an encouraging smile that somehow was enough to ease a significant fraction of your nerves. This may be new and confusing territory, but at least he was here to help you through it. 

Masuda set a dressing room up for you—it was one of those rooms in the middle of the store with curtains that reached the ceiling and mirrors all around—and placed a bunch of outfits she thought would suit your taste. It reminded you of when a bride would go wedding dress shopping with their family. When you had enough outfits for the first round, she told Shouto to sit down on a leather seat in front of your dressing room while he waited for you to try the different dresses on. 

In a way, it felt oddly intimate: Shouto sitting just a few feet in front of you as you undressed, only separated by the veil of a curtain. Would he offer to help button the back of your dress up, fingers brushing against your bare skin? The thought made you feel almost hot inside as you changed out of your street clothes and into the first dress. 

Unfortunately for you, this dress had no such difficult buttons to reach. 

“How’s it look?” you asked shyly as you emerged from the dressing room. 

The dress was pretty and didn’t feel uncomfortable to walk in, but there wasn’t any sort of attachment you felt towards it. In other words, it was simply...meh. 

Shouto looked up from his phone to take in the sight of you. He smiled. “You look amazing as always.” 

“You think so?” You spun around and curtseyed jokingly and he chuckled. “I don’t think it’s bad, but I’m not sure if it’s the right one.” 

“We’ll be here until you find the right one you want, then. Take your time, Y/N.” 

His voice was normally on the deeper side, but it sounded even more sensual and gravelly at this very moment. You felt goosebumps on your arms and it wasn’t just because of the sleeveless dress you currently had on. 

“T-Thanks, Shouto,” you murmured, turning around and walking back into the changing room to hide the look on your face. You didn’t even know what kind of look you had on your face, but you knew it was one that might give too much away. 

It wasn’t fair that he had to be so sweet and caring and thoughtful and handsome and rich… Most guys you met barely fit into one of those criteria, let alone all five. (Sure, the last two weren’t necessary in your opinion, but you couldn’t deny they were a nice bonus.) It was too bad you had no clue how he felt about you. 

There were moments where he felt flirty and teasing, like maybe he viewed you in a more-than-friends way. But other times he was so polite and proper and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was just being nice because that’s simply the sort of person he was to everyone. 

While you were trying to sort through all your thoughts, you completely forgot to change into a new dress the whole time you were in here. 

You saw a shadow at the floor of the curtain before a voice said, “Y/N? Are you okay in there?” 

Jumping at the sound, you scurried to put the next dress on, a blue one with almost translucent fabric and a delicate neckline. Judging from the proximity of Shouto’s voice and the shadow of his shoes, he was right next to you as you changed. 

“I’m okay!” you managed, hoping you didn’t sound as wobbly as you felt. You held the dress closed at the back, fumbling with the fastens. “I just, ah, needed help buttoning this one up.” 

A light ruffle on the curtain then a pause. “Should I...come in and help?” 

Your eyes widened, not expecting him to actually offer to button it up like you fantasized earlier. You fully thought he might called the worker to aide you just so he wouldn’t risk making you uncomfortable. (Not that he would’ve. At all.) 

“I apologize,” he said somewhat tensely after you didn’t respond. “That was indecent of me—”

“No, no!” you said profusely, poking your head out of the curtain while holding the fabric at the front of your dress to your chest. You tilted your chin to meet his gaze with a determined one of your own. “I’d love your help, Shouto.” 

With a dusting of pink coloring his cheeks, he nodded and entered your dressing room. “This dress is a nice color on you.” His voice was loud against the silence. 

Shouto ran his hand down the length of your spine and then up to unfold the column of buttons on your dress that curved inwards at your movement, his knuckles grazing against your skin like lightning striking water. You jolted at the sudden feeling but he didn’t remove his touch when he felt it.

“Sorry.” His voice was low, almost like a whisper. “Was just getting the buttons out.”

“N-No worries!”

His fingers began working on the bottom-most button at your lower back as he applied a steady pressure on the base of your spine to control the motion. Shouto slowly began his way up, fingertips cold to the touch. But you knew that wasn’t the only reason you felt yourself shiver. As he fastened the dainty buttons with immense concentration (much more concentration than was actually needed to fasten buttons, you were sure), you felt the heat of his breath tickling the back of your neck. You almost couldn’t keep yourself from arching your back in a mixture of anticipation and delight at his constant touch. 

When he finished the last button, Shouto let one hand rest on your hip, grasping the fabric between his fingertips to examine its silken texture. Your breath caught in your throat as you stepped back and bumped into his chest, but he was already there to steady you. 

With his arm on your waist and your back leaning against his chest, you made eye contact through the mirror in front of you. You weren’t sure if the pounding you felt was from your heart or his or a combination of both. 

There was something almost erotic about holding each others’ gaze in the mirror after Shouto just helped you dress, the two of you still not letting the other go despite the task being complete. 

“The dress… You look gorgeous,” he said, not taking his eyes off you for one moment. 

You nodded slowly. It did look amazing on you. And it was breathable and soft. (Plus, Shouto liked it, which made you happier than you’d care to admit.) “The only downside would be I need help getting into it.”

“We could get ready together so it’s no issue.” 

“I’d...also need help getting out of it.” 

You held your breath as his eyes darkened, his grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly in a way that made you curve your back before you remembered you were flush against Shouto and he could feel even the most subtle of movements coming from your body. But by the time you stopped yourself, it was too late. He already felt it and you wanted more.

His voice was hoarse. “I could help you with that too.”

Instead of beginning to unbutton the dress like part of you thought he would, he surprised you by spinning you around to face him, your shoulder blades pressed against the cool glass of the mirror and your palms lingering on the muscles of his warm chest. The contrast of the cold glass and Shouto’s body heat left a shiver down your spine.

“And how do you plan to help take off my dress when you can’t even see the buttons?” you said challengingly, a smirk on your face despite knowing full well your body was showcasing just how affected you were by this situation. By Shouto.

He tilted his head to the side in response to your daring tone, hands swiftly finding their way to your back and unbuttoning the top five buttons. It wasn’t enough to completely expose your breasts, but it was enough to loosen the fabric at the neckline in a way that made you gasp. 

“Seems doable to me,” he commented. 

You tugged him down slightly by the collar of his shirt. “I don’t quite believe you. Maybe you should prove it.” 

A guttural noise sounded from the back of his throat as he cupped your jaw and leaned in closer. You inched forward, eager to meet his lips. But before they could touch, a knock came from the wall next to the curtain, causing the two of you to freeze in your spots, bodies pressed against each other in an intimate flush.

“Hello, Y/N?” said Masuda cheerfully, blissfully ignorant about what was about to happen in a public dressing room in the middle of the store. “How are the dresses coming along? Did you like any?”

“Ah, actually…” you trailed off, exchanging frustrated but amused glances with Shouto. “I think we’ll take this one.”

a/n: so...mirror sex/sex in a dressing room as a bonus chapter? u.u why yes of course. i’m one step ahead; did u even have to ask? LMAO and hm i wonder if y/n’s fEeLiNGs~ are reciprocated skfkfkdg ALSO THEY WERE SO CLOSE TO KISSING BUT DIDN’T I CRY hopefully the wait will be worth it ;3

what to expect in the next part:

GALA TIMEEEE

yes y/n finally gets the fancy candy they so desired

we get to see shouto’s sexy penthouse

shouto says eat the rich >:c

[milliedazzledust]

Somewhere Only We Know (Bucky Barnes imagine)

Request: @the-craziestone story about Bucky x Reader, where Bucky is really obsessed with Reader - But not in a creepy way, more like he's really really in love with her and he can only see her, like she's his world Anon: can you do something with reader gifting Bucky Barnes the 3 Lord of the Rings books? They were published after WWII, and reader knows he liked The Hobbit so she thinks it's something he'd like

Words: 2943

A/N: this is pure fluff with no warning, also I changed a tiny bit the second request to fit the story - enjoy ;)

He couldn’t explain the sadness he constantly felt every time he was walking through the streets of the city he used to know by heart. A stranger in a strange land was the best way to describe him. More than seventy years had passed, and he hadn’t witnessed any changes. While he had been a puppet deprived of freewill and controlled with the sole purpose of killing, he had missed the birth of a whole new world. Now, as he strode around the streets, he could easily remember each of their names, but none of them were familiar. His mind remained in the 1940’s and in the middle of the noises, surrounded by the sound of first responders vehicles, the children running around and cars piling up on the road, he was a stranger in his own home. It was an unsettling feeling, a pining melancholy that reminded him in every step he made that his Brooklyn didn’t exist anymore. 

He was furious in a way, but mostly confused. Haunted by memories he had gotten back a second ago, and they didn’t fit this new reality. He wasn’t even nostalgic, but the loneliness was getting heavier every day. He could still picture the park he used to take his sister, the alley where Steve had gotten beaten up one day, the bakery his mother used to go to every morning. Treasure of souvenirs he would keep forever. And although the park, the alley and the streets names were still here, he was left alone walking down Brooklyn. 

“Hey, Y/N!” He heard a voice shouting. “Where do I put those ?” 

His head mechanically turned to a young boy carrying a heavy box of what looked like antics. Without thinking he crossed the road and when his eyes laid on the small shop, he gasped. There it was, one small piece of his past still here. It was an old bookstore he used to go to with his sister. The man, a friend, an immigrant from France with a thick accent, would let them stay for hours. Bucky loved reading to Rebecca. They would sit inside and she’d insist to hear The Hobbit. François, the man owning the store, would make coffee and stay with them, relating the stories he had heard around the world, telling them all about the France he had known. It was all still here. ‘Au Nom de la Rose’ was still here. 

He didn’t hesitate a second and rushed inside the place, an honest smile on his face. His eyes roamed over the room and he took a deep breath. It was just like he remembered, a place filled with murmurs and whispers floating above his head and through the roof, indistinct conversations between friends, huge windows bringing in a powerful light at this hour of the day, plants in almost every corner. Even the atmosphere was the same, this powerful smell of imagination coming from the laying books on the shelves, begging to be read, mixing with a distinct smell coming from the dust. The small couch and the old table he used to sit by with his sister were also there. The wooden pieces had many rough and sharp edges but looked just as smooth and clean as he remembered. Finally, his eyes landed on a woman there. He watched her rearranging a bouquet of daffodils, breathing in the perfume of the vibrant flowers as she tended to them meticulously. 

For some reason, he couldn’t look away. She felt familiar, like he had known her all his life, yet he had never seen her before. When she turned around he took an instinctive step toward her. She noticed, raised her head and that was the moment their eyes met. His breath caught in his throat when she smiled at him. He stood, frozen on the spot, staring at her. He couldn’t comprehend that instant connection. There was an inexplicable sense of excitement yet weird feeling that they had known each other forever, that they were meeting each other again after a long journey. He was transfixed, almost stuck by the confusing mixture of emotions but oddly comforted by them - all at the same time. 

“Can I help you ?” She asked him.

He surprised himself thinking there was something eerily calming about her voice, that he could listen to her for hours.

“Do I know you ?” He quickly wondered out loud, mentally facepalming himself for his lack of tact. 

“Shouldn’t I be asking that question ?”

“Why ?”

“You’ve been staring at me for the past five minutes” She grinned.

“I’m … I’m sorry” He apologized profusely. “I didn’t mean to…” 

“Look weird ?” 

He could swear his heart skipped a beat when he heard her laugh.

“This place is beautiful”

“Thank you” 

“How long have you been working here ?”

“Forever” She smirked. “The store belongs to my family. Passed on from generation to generation” 

Bucky raised an eyebrow, surprised.

“You’re related to François Y/L/N ?” He questioned.

She tilted her head, crossing her arms.

“Now I’m intrigued” She told him. “How do you know about my grandfather ?” 

“We’ve met,” He answered without thinking. He rapidly realized his mistake when she narrowed her eyes in utter curiosity. “I … I didn’t mean … I mean … It was … It was a long time ago”

He gulped, hoping she wouldn’t push it. She looked him up and down, assessing him. 

“What’s your name, weirdo ?” She inquired, giving him a skeptical glance.

“Bucky. M’am” 

She smirked.

“Let me guess, a soldier ?” 

“How … ?” 

“You all have the same manners, and the same eyes”

“What do you mean ?”

She was now standing in front of him, staring at his face with the most adorable smile he had ever seen.

“You carry the same sadness and the horror you’ve seen” She replied honestly. “My father was a lot like that too” 

Her answer had the effect of a punch in the gut he hadn’t been expecting. He felt naked under her gaze, a stranger with the power to see through his soul.

“I’m Y/N” She introduced herself, raising her hand to shake his.

It was rare for him to smile truthfully but the unexpected bliss slowly growing made his lips twitch before he could even acknowledge it.

“Hi, Y/N” He greeted her.

She chuckled, amused. 

“Hi, Bucky” She murmured. 

After that encounter, he made a point of coming back as much as he could. He stayed for hours sitting on the couch, reading the same book over and over again. They shared quick words but he didn’t dare to start up a conversation, too afraid he would say something he shouldn’t, something that would scare her away. He was content like this. There was no Winter Soldier, no war, no fight, no one else than Bucky. Being next to this girl was in itself a medication for him. It made no sense but she was so bright and radiant. Like a magnet, he was sucked into an invisible gravitational pull toward her.

By the second week of him coming into the store, she started to notice the small marks of attention. He would come so silently she wouldn’t hear a thing, bringing a fresh cup of coffee he would lay on her counter when she wasn’t looking, replacing the daffodils before they could fade, carrying the heavy boxes filled with new books. When she wasn’t working, she would grab something to read and sit next to him. They would exchange a smile but wouldn’t talk. The proximity was enough. Their presence was louder than any word. A quiet routine they were slowly creating. 

By the fourth month, nothing had changed and that day was no different. Rain was pouring outside and the store was empty, except for Y/N and Bucky. Just as usual, he was reading in a corner while she was working. New stacks of books had arrived and she was methodically putting them on the shelves. Standing on a ladder, on the tip of her toes, she was so focused on the task she had failed to notice the soldier walking up to her. 

“Do you need any help ?” He offered. 

Surprised to hear his voice so close to her, she lost her balance and slipped. She yelped as her ankle hit one side of the ladder and automatically closed her eyes, anticipating the fall. She tried to brace herself but before her body could touch the ground she felt something cold holding her waist. Suddenly, instead of laying on the floor, she was against his hard chest, in a protective embrace. She recognized his arms around her and shivered at the odd coldness. He  felt it immediately and was quick to put some distance between them, making sure his metal arm was no more on her body and only his human hand was steadying her. 

“Are you alright ?” He questioned. She pursed her lips, trying not to show that she was hurt when she heard how worried he sounded. 

“Yeah, it’s fine. I’m fine”

He looked skeptic but didn’t say anything about it.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” He apologetically told her.

He took the books scattered on the ground, putting them away, and helped her walk to the couch.

“You know, if the goal was to literally make me fall for you, I’d say you did a pretty good job there” She flirted, making him chuckle. 

He sat on the table in front of her and grabbed her calve, gently laying her leg on his thigh to assess the damage. From the corner of his eyes, he could see her blushing. It made him insanely happy to know he wasn’t the only one affected by their closeness. They tried not to look at one another, too embarrassed by the situation. This was the closest they had ever been and the touch on his skin on hers was more than enough to make her heart ready to jump out of her chest. When he clasped her injured ankle, she cried and instinctively pushed him back. 

“Fine, huh ?” He repeated her own words with a smirk.

She huffed and rolled her eyes.

“It’s not a big deal, Bucky” She reassured him. “I’ve got to get back to work”

“You’re not moving from this couch” He ordered.

“Is that an order, soldier ?” She ironically threw at him, crossing her arms in annoyance.

“You bet it is”

She watched him, intrigued, as he stood up and piled up some books on the table to put her ankle to rest on it. 

“No moving around, got it ?” He made sure she would follow his advice.

“Aye, aye, Captain”

He chuckled 

“Technically speaking, I’m not a Captain” He confessed as he continued what she had been doing earlier and started putting the books carefully on the right shelves. 

“Would you have preferred Sergeant ?” She replied, bitting her lips, unsure this was the wrong moment to admit she knew who he was.

He instantly stopped what he was doing and slowly turned around to stare at her.

“What did you say ?” He asked, more scared than ever.

Up until that moment, he had avoided telling her who he was. Becoming part of the Avengers meant his identity wasn’t a secret anymore, and although he had done a terrific job staying hidden among the mass of people, it wouldn’t have taken more than a little push to find who he really was. He stood in front of her, frozen, not having a clue how to react.

“Sergeant Barnes, isn’t it ?” She sounded nervous, almost frightened to say his name out loud.

“I… “ He tried to say anything, but as the rain kept pouring outside, slowly turning into a thunderstorm, he blankly stared back.

“Would you have told me ?” She whispered.

“Eventually”

She humorlessly snorted. 

“We’ve known each other for more than three months, Bucky. I see you practically every day. Be honest, eventually would’ve never come” 

“It’s not like that” He tried to explain.

“I’m not mad, don’t worry” She sadly smiled. “I just wish… I guess I wish you could’ve trust me” 

He rubbed his jaw in frustration and made a step toward her. Without breaking his gaze, he slowly took the glove off, revealing his metal hand. Still, he didn’t look at her, too afraid of her reaction. The cold metal had never felt so hot against his skin, a burning reminder of the stranger he had become.

“I didn’t want you to be scared,” He admitted in a broken voice. 

“Of you ?” She was surprised. “Why would I be ?”

“I’m not a good man, Y/N”

“Why don’t you let me be the judge of that ?” 

“You don’t understand…”

“The red box under the counter” She interrupted him. “Can you take it for me ? And turn the sign of the shop, we’re closed.”

He gave her a puzzled look, but did as she said anyway. He locked the front door and took the box she asked for before walking to her and putting it directly in her hands.

“Sit” She instructed him.

He didn’t dare to stay near her and chose to stay on an opposite chair.

“I found this a little after you and I met” She told him, motioning to the box. “It was in the basement, hidden under old junks my parents had kept over the years”

He let her speak, not understanding where this was going or why she was telling him about that. She slowly opened the mystery box and took a small envelope out of it. It looked old, so old the paper had turned into a deep shade of yellow.

“My grandfather wrote this” She confessed. “In 1957. It’s addressed to Bucky and Rebecca Barnes. I believe it belongs to you” 

She handed him the letter that he took with shaky hands.

“How did you… ?” He started to ask.

“It was a long shot,” She explained. “The first time you were here, you said my grandfather's name like it meant something to you. Like you really knew him. When I found the box, and the envelope, I didn’t make the connection with you right away. But your name was all I needed to start my research. My parents kept pretty much everything so it didn’t took me too long to find an old photo with you and him, back in the 1930′s” 

He wasn’t moving at all when she showed him a picture François had taken of them right before he was enlisted. 

“I wanted to wait for the right time to tell you, I guess. I mean, you have enough ghosts as it is”

“Still not scared ?” He inquired in a humorless chuckle.

“Not one bit” She didn’t hesitate to reply.

She softly smiled and motioned for him to come closer. When he sat next to her, she moved the box from her lap to his. 

“We were friends, François and I” He recalled, his eyes glued on the letter. “He was married to Eloise. This bookstore was their treasure. He kept repeating that I shouldn’t go to war when I could stay hidden under the pages of books that would take me around the world without risking my life”

She took his metal palm between her fingers when she heard his voice breaking. He almost tried to remove it but she tightly entwined their hands together.

“Maybe he was right” He muttered under his breath.

“Or maybe you and I were meant to meet almost a century later” She shrugged.

He snorted before turning around the envelope to open it. Y/N gently laid her head against his shoulder and let him read in silence. She didn’t move when she felt his body shaking with tears but only held his hand harder.

“They’re originals, from 1954 I think. He kept them for you” She told him as he slowly took what was in the red box. A set of three old books. “Why Lord of the Rings, though ?” 

He laughed,sniffing, before brushing the tears off his face and staring down at the woman. At that very moment, he felt like the journey was done. His soul had stopped the search it had been on for a time that felt like forever. Like a century. 

“My sister and I, we used to come here often,” He said in a melancholic grin. Sorrow was finally starting to be replace by something much better, happiness. “We would sit on this very couch and she would make me read the Hobbit. She used to love that story so much.”

“How many times has she make you read it ?” The woman smirked.

“Enough to remember every single word” He exaggerated, making her giggle. “When I told François I was leaving, he said he would send me books to help me travel away from the war, even just for a moment. I guess he kept them, hoping I would come back. Even after I was declared dead” 

“Maybe deep down he knew you weren’t”

“And he planned this whole meeting with his granddaughter ?” He ironically added.

“Oh no, that was beyond him. That was fate, Barnes”

“I was meant to find you” He agreed, a deep feeling of love and utter contentment forming in his heart. He bent his head down and let all he needed to say be spoken through the kiss they shared. 

“Will you read it to me ?” She playfully requested.

Overflowed with joy, he smirked and kissed her forehead before opening the old book on his lap. There it was, the only choice he needed to make. The only home he had yearn to create. Her. 

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

dire iii, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook is a bit, er, different. His girlfriend’s a Dire Wolf, after all. The sex is messy and mind-blowing every time because she does that pheromone thingy that Jungkook can’t get over. He also kinda... likes seeing her pointy sharp canines surrounding his dick after getting a blowjob. It’s not that weird! R-right?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, world building, mentions of (species) discrimination and prejudice; violence; smut (fem reader, m-masturbation, unprotected sex (ty biology), creampie, cockwarming, biting/marking, m-receiving oral, cowgirl, saliva everywhere lol); fluff and feels; non-idol!AU - werewolfAU / soulmates?; werewolf!reader x blond, human!Jungkook; switches between Jungkook’s POV and your POV (tiny bit of Yoongi’s POV), ft some familiar faces at the end XD

for all you curious about the Dire Alpha, this one explains him more but also he kinda low-key wants to eat JK (not in a sexy way, don’t be weird) inspired by YOASOBI - 怪物 (Kaibutsu)

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part ii

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"You're so fucking hot, do you know that?"

You were sitting on Jungkook's bed, naked, holding his smartphone. These things were like little computers. How convenient, but also strange. Humans spent so much time in front of them. You had to turn the brightness down to nearly zero. The light was too harsh for your eyes. 

"I'm not just saying it because you do that sexy saliva thing to me. You're actually sexy as hell. Why do you wear such oversized clothing?"

"Just in case," you muttered. "And to avoid being recognized too easily."

"But you're so fucking fuckable."

Your ears perked. You could hear hand stroking flesh. 

"Are you jacking off again?"

"No."

You lifted your head. Jungkook grinned at you cheekily. His long blond hair was messy and wild from the night. You dropped your gaze, raising an eyebrow. The tattoos on his right arm and hand danced with movement.

He was slowly palming himself to hardness.

"A question. Is this all you think about?"

Your silvery tail swished from side to side, stopping to curl around your thigh. His eyes watched it hungrily. 

"No."

Jungkook scooted himself closer, now firmly gripping his thick cock. Long, smooth strokes, gasping a little as he squeezed the base of the swollen head. 

"But it's hard not to when you're naked in front of me," he breathed, reaching up to cup your cheek.

"I can put clothes on."

Jungkook brought his face close to yours, lip trapped between his teeth. The mole underneath his lower lip winked at you with his action. Warm breath drifted onto your lips. 

"Do you want to?" he murmured, trying not to sound disappointed.

You flicked your eyes down, then back up. "What are you going to do with that?"

His dark eyes on your now, most likely, golden orbs.

"Put it in you. Fuck you. Cum inside and fuck you some more."

You opened your mouth, saliva dripping out, saturated and potent. His lips were instantly on yours, drinking it up, moaning, pumping himself harder and more furiously as you opened your legs, dropping his phone and pulling him on top of you. He moaned as the throbbing head pressed against your thigh, leaking pre-cum everywhere. 

"What do yo–ah!"

His voice pitched as you lowered your head, spitting your scent down his length. His eyes rolled back and his hand lost grip for a second, enough time for you to grab his hips and sink him down into your pulsating wet heat. 

"O-oh, fuck, have mercy... p-please..."

You grinned maniacally and raised your hips to smack his, earning a choked gasp of your name. Ah, so good, nice and hard and jerking against your tight walls. Jungkook planted his hands on the bed, panting, eyes already glazed over. 

"So... fucking... good..."

His fingers dug into the sheets and he thrust into you roughly, your silvery ears flicking upwards to listen to his breathless moans, plush tail curling around and brushing against his muscular legs. You watched the strain on his neck, veins appearing, long ash blond hair swaying as he fucked you into his bed. You tightened around him and Jungkook groaned, arms shaking, but you reached up and grabbed his head, forcing him to look at you, tangling your fingers in his blond locks and pulling them back, away from his face, revealing his sculpted features and dark pink lips. 

"Feels so fucking good..." he hissed, slapping your hips together. "Gonna cum, fuck, gonna fucking cum..."

You took a spare moment to remove one of your hands from his head and shoved a few fingers into your lips. Jungkook's dark brown eyes shook as he watched, cock twitching inside you as you pulled the two fingers out, strings of saliva following, and smeared them on his swollen lips. 

It sent him over the edge, throwing his head back and shouting your name, pumping your tight hole full of his orgasm, a violent squelch as he shoved himself all the way in, cramming the thick white liquid back into your pussy. You gasped out his name, grabbing his ass and smacking your hips to his, leading the pace now, Jungkook's body shaking and quivering as you used him like a tool to fuck it all back into you, slippery and messy, his cum dribbling out onto your ass, but still you fucked him, undeterred. He was blinking hard, using all the energy he had left to hold himself up as his sweat dripped down his jaw and hit your chest. Your breath came out in heavy huffs, laced with pheromones.

You growled, grating, animalistic.

"Give me another, come on, I know you want to, you delicious piece of meat."

Despite it all, Jungkook's lips curved into a pleased smirk. 

"Never been happier... to be referred to as a delicious piece of meat..."

You bared your teeth, licking them as you clenched around his stiff cock. He moaned wantonly, unable to resist as you repeatedly rammed his crotch into yours, so loud, so rough, so obscene, window open and all. He threw his head back once more, Adam’s apple peeking out, throat exposed right in front of your open jaws as he wailed your name, shooting his second release into your pussy, mixing with the rest and spilling out, forced by your walls spasming around him, sighing in satisfaction as you came, dripping onto his thighs and the sheets, creating a puddle of cum beneath the two of you. 

You could smell it. He could smell it.

Pure sex.

Jungkook slipped down, chest heaving, his hands sliding down the bed. You felt him reach between your legs and shove himself back in you, smearing his cum and your cum all over his balls before bringing his hand back up to lick his fingers off. You raised your eyebrows.

"Your pussy... is the fucking best..."

You chuckled, rumbling him on your torso. He was putting his full weight on you, but it felt like nothing.

"I think you have an addiction."

His sweaty hair tickled your neck. You straightened it out, listening to Jungkook panting in heavy hot puffs.

"I probably do."

He shivered against your skin. 

"No regrets though."

-

The Dire Alpha was sitting in the throne room. 

It was a formality of a space, completely useless. It had been in this stone castle for centuries, the castle the Alpha lived in when he ruled the Dire people. Since then, it had been updated and modernized to the current Alpha's liking every time a new ruler was appointed. 

The silver throne sat at the top of the shallow stairs, the obvious place of power. Carved images of wolves decorated the platinum, eyes inlaid with opalescent gems and diamonds. At the top, the emblem of the current Alpha’s family was slotted in. 

The jagged diamond with a platinum flower pressed into the center. 

The large black wolf sat on said throne, wearing his usual blazer, vest, white dress shirt, and regal black tie. All of his clothes were custom made for his huge wolf proportions. The Alpha refused to shift back to human form. This was his own personal choice and it bothered a lot of people, but the Alpha did not give a single shit. The same circular diamond emblem was around his neck on a thick silver chain, along with another pendant that usually sat behind it. An arrowhead pointing down with a lotus at the top, its petals made of opalescent gems. 

The Alpha looked down in his paw, at the almost hilariously tiny wood box. It was open and inside was another silver chain, covered with silver rings. 

Twenty-five, to be exact. 

He closed the box and put it in his lap. The Alpha knew the exact direction the moon was in, even if he couldn't see it through the stone walls. It called to him, like a faint, familiar, sweet voice. He reached up and touched the arrowhead pendant. Tapped it twice with his claw, looked up to the moon. 

The universal sign of the Dire, paying respects to the dead. 

The Alpha breathed in deep. 

There was no one here. He had assistants and helpers, but they had all been ordered home to their families, as they were every night. The Alpha did not have full-time servants. He was fine by himself. He could wipe his own ass.

He snorted, a harrowing, harsh huff.

People should appreciate their families, because one never knows when they'll disappear. 

The Alpha stood up, taking the wooden box with him. Steady, measured steps, full of strength and power. His claws clacked against the stone with every step he took, heavy and thudding despite the material of the floor. Walking through the halls, knowing he was alone. Not even his precious daughter was here, reading her books or pondering with that clever brain of hers. 

The Dire Alpha paused. 

He sniffed the air. 

Pinpointed exactly what he wanted to know. 

Growled, baring all his sharp, pointed teeth. Snapped them tightly as he stalked down the hall, suddenly in a terrible mood. If he ever met this human, he was definitely going to try and bite his head off. His daughter would stop him for sure, but maybe he could get in a hearty chomp. 

How dare this human touch his prefect daughter.

His paw touched the arrowhead once again and he could hear her voice, pretty and musical. Knew what she would say to him. He could almost feel her hand holding his, her expression highly amused. 

Oh, husband, you know she's just like you. Once she sets her sights on something, she'll chase it to the end.

He grumbled to himself. 

The Dire Alpha knew. 

He was still going to nibble an ear off that man.

-

Jungkook sneezed loudly. 

He shook his head, blinking fast. Ow. That hurt. 

"Are you getting sick?"

"It was just a sneeze. Someone must be thinking about me," Jungkook laughed, wiping himself down with the warm, wet towel, trying to clean his skin. He was in the bathroom, sticky all over. Huh. Maybe they should try to have less messy sex. 

He thought about her dripping tongue. 

Nah. 

"Well, it's not me," she grunted. He could hear her yanking off the sheets and replacing them so they could sleep. 

"Aw, why not?"

"Because I'm trying to figure out how to unfold this fitted sheet, hmph."

He chuckled, staring at himself in the mirror. His ash blond hair looked very chaotic despite him brushing it, wavy and tousled from being played with her fingers.

He liked it. 

Jungkook grinned, somehow ready to do it all over again. 

Hopefully no one was plotting his death or anything. 

-

The Dire Alpha rolled over in his sleep. 

Snarling viciously. 

Having sweet dreams that were probably horrific nightmares for a certain blond-haired human male.

-

"Do you work here?"

"No, sorry."

Silence. 

"Why are you standing behind the counter?"

"... The guy who works here asked me to watch the store because he went to the bathroom."

"Oh."

The man in front of you had dark hair and cat-like eyes. He looked like he was perpetually frowning. He was wearing a baggy white shirt under a red-checkered flannel and distressed blue jeans. Black face mask squishing his round cheeks. He had pulled it down to speak to you. The man tapped the counter, a sealed record in front of him. He had long fingers like a pianist.

You looked down at the record. 

"You like John Mayer?"

The man's dark eyes flickered to you. "Uh... well, I actually don't know much about American music. I was going to ask the guy who worked here if he was any good."

"He is." You pointed to the vinyl under his hands. "However, Continuum is considered his best work. What you have there is Battle Studies, the album that followed the success of Continuum. Some say it's good, some say it's bad but, in any case, it was always going to have mixed reviews since it followed the shadow of his pervious success. Mayer himself said it wasn't one of his best works." 

You reached over and the man retreated his hands, letting you flip over the record. 

"He's a guitarist. I suppose you could call his genre blues-pop. But the interesting thing about this album is that if you listen closely, you can hear his internal struggle between his music and himself. His lyrics are almost too commercial, trying to replicate the success of Continuum, and yet his guitar seems to have its own voice, a uniqueness that almost contradicts the lyrics themselves. My favorite song on this album is ‘Edge of Desire’."

You looked up at the man from under your hood. Your left hand was out, tattoo exposed, pointing to the track. You retreated it. The man with the cat-like eyes tilted his head, listening closely. 

"Do you recommend it?" he asked in his deep voice. 

"It's worth a listen. It's good for introspective people, if you like that sort of thing."

"Okay, I'll buy it."

"Wow, you want to work here?"

Both of you jumped, snapping your heads to face Jeon Jungkook, standing right next to you with starry eyes and a thin black turtleneck. Jungkook seemed to have invested in them lately. You saw him wear them quite often, usually after a long night with you.

"Hey, Yoongi-hyung, how's it going? Did you find something you liked?"

The shorter man slid the vinyl record over to Jungkook. "Er, yeah. Your friend here helped me make my decision." The man named Yoongi frowned. "Why are you wearing a turtleneck? It's pretty warm today."

You yanked your own black face mask up and backed away from the counter, mumbling that you needed to go to the bathroom. Your cheeks suddenly felt too warm. Jungkook was sputtering at the counter, struggling to think of a response.

"U-uh... f-fashion?"

-

Jungkook couldn't say, "Because I like it when my wolf girlfriend bites me with her big sharp teeth."

Well, he could, but then Min Yoongi would probably think he was a freak and never shop here again. 

-

Min Yoongi puttered out of the records store, satisfied with his new purchase. He hadn't expected to see a Dire there, but he was happy to see one, because he liked Dires. They always seemed so well-versed and educated. 

She had a small mole underneath her right eye, near the inner corner.

Cute. 

Yoongi had enjoyed watching her talk. She seemed very intelligent. He wondered if she would continue hanging around the store. He liked to hear a lot of different perspectives, on life and music, and a Dire’s viewpoint wasn’t one he got to investigate often.

He remembered their reaction to his question about Jungkook’s turtleneck.

Hmm.

Yes, it seemed likely that Yoongi would see her at the record store again.

-

“Could you do this for me, please?”

You had your reservations. But it was hard to resist those puppy eyes.

“Don’t make any sudden movements.”

He nodded so fast his blond hair went flying. He already had red-purple bites on his shoulder, gleaming with your saliva. Was he crazy? Probably. It would be just your luck to have a crazy boyfriend.

“Jungkook.”

“Yeah?”

“How long you been thinking about this?”

He bit his lower lip, shifting his eyes hastily. “Ever since… the first lick to the face in the alley?”

Of course.

He’d been begging you for ages now. You were a little nervous, but you also knew there was nothing to worry about. You weren’t going to hurt him. You just weren’t sure if your canine teeth were attractive in that way. You snuck a glance at Jungkook’s eager face.

Yes, that face definitely wanted a blowjob involving your pointy chompers.

Probably a little too much.

You ticked your head and your ears flicked back and forth. Lowered yourself, holding him down with your hands, trailing kisses over his hips, his lower stomach, his thighs, making Jungkook squirm and plead with you for more, more, and you ignored him, tongue snaking out and tracing patterns onto his skin, soaking it with your scent.

“Oooh, yes, fuck…”

You nipped at his flesh, leaving tiny bites. Jungkook gasped, lashes fluttering as his cock popped up and brushed against your cheek, slowly hardening with the multiple sensations. You kissed down the curve of his inner thigh, wrapping your tongue around his balls.

He gasped out your name, clutching the sheets and twisting them.

You coated them in your saliva, thick, wet, slick, and then shoved your nose into them, breath in heavy huffs as you exhaled, slapping your tongue against them at the same time. He was a groaning mess, nearly humping your face if it wasn’t for your strong grip on his hips. You lapped at the base of his cock, bouncing his dick with your tongue.

“P-please put me in your mouth, please…”

But instead of his cock, you sucked one of his balls into your mouth, massaging it roughly against your tongue and the roof of your mouth, sending him into a frenzy of cries, his hard cock smacking you in the nose, dripping pre-cum on your forehead. Oh, fuck, he smelled so good and sounded so sexy, desperately begging for more. You were careful with your teeth, your biggest worry, and popped his balls in and out of your mouth, switching between the two, increasing the sensitivity with your scent painted all over him.

“Ah, it’s so good, so fucking good, I knew it would feel so good…”

You licked a fat stripe up his length and Jungkook’s shoulders jerked, tipping his head down to gaze hazily at you, seeing your face smeared with saliva and pre-cum, before you circled your tongue around the head repeatedly, drooling all over his cock, not being subtle about it, drenching him just the way he wanted.

“Oh… my… God…”

His eyes rolled back and you wrapped your lips around the head, licking the slit, flaring it open a bit with the tip of your tongue, pooling more. He was going to rip the sheets with how tightly he was grasping onto them, muscles and veins bulging out his forearms, tattoos distorted by how much he was flexing his right arm. You lapped at the thin skin underneath the head and felt his taste intensify, leaking more pre-cum into your mouth.

“Mmm, fuck, I’m gonna cum, I can’t… oh, fuck…”

You swallowed his entire length and Jungkook slammed his head back into the pillows, wailing in pleasure as you bobbed your head up and down, wrapping him with your warm, wet heat, so messy and dirty that it made loud squelching sounds, saliva splashing onto his crotch and down his ass. Jungkook was trying to hump your face, but you pinned him down and for some reason this made him harder, cock jerking in your mouth and pulsing in your throat, ripping his hands from the sheets and burrowing them in his blond hair, sharply crying out your name and definitely disturbing the neighbors with how loud he was being.

“Oh, fuck!”

His salty taste flooded your mouth, shooting down your throat violently. You drank greedily, closing your eyes as you enjoyed the sensation of his cock throbbing with every new gulp, painting the inside of your mouth with his cum. Your whole body shivered, warmed and pleasured by your lover’s taste, the perfect flavor.

It seemed to complement your scent in a strangely satisfying way.

“O-open… your… mouth…”

You opened your eyes to see Jungkook staring down at you, looking fucked-out and drained, but also hesitantly expectant. It wasn’t hard to guess what he desired. You peeled your lips back to reveal your carnivorous teeth, keeping them away from his skin, tongue still licking him up and down. He shuddered, biting his lip, looking slightly guilty and absurdly aroused all at once.

“I think there’s something wrong with me,” he muttered, cheeks flushing.

You ticked your head, the side of your lips tugging upwards.

“We all have kinks.”

His chest was rising and falling rapidly, shuddering breaths in the afterglow.

“Don’t tell anyone.”

You backed up a little, laughing in playful barks.

“Who’s going to know? It’s not like it’s written down on the internet for anyone to read.”

Jungkook laughed awkwardly. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

-

…

No comment.

-

Unfortunately, the time afterwards ended up being much more solemn.

"Got some fights coming up."

Jungkook sucked on his lower lip. "Another one?"

"There's always another one."

"I don't like that you have to fight them."

"Well, me neither, but that's how it is."

"Just because that's how it is, doesn't mean it's right."

She didn't reply at first. They were face to face. She traced his cheeks with her fingernails, pressing lightly on each mole on his face. 

"If everything was right in this world..." Her eyes found his. "Then there would be nothing to fight for."

Jungkook placed his hands on hers, fingertips grazing over the eight silver rings, each one different, from simple to intricate. They were heavy, weighing down her hands. 

"What happens when there are more than ten?" he wondered out loud. 

"I replace the weakest ones with the stronger ones." Her palm pressed into his jaw. 

"Don't you hate it?"

She looked down; expression pensive. "It is hard to hate what you are. Because that's all you know for a long, long time. That's how you were formed to face this world." Her head raised and her silvery ears flicked slightly. "I am proud of what I am. You cannot pick and choose only the good parts of your species. You have to face all of it."

A moment of hesitation.

"I will be honest. I don't know what I will change when I'm Alpha. I don't know what I'm capable of changing or if I will feel the same as I feel now. It is easy to say I will try to make a better world, but to actually do it... it's not so easy."

Jungkook could tell now. She really was the Dire Alpha's child. 

"To be a leader means to have people who want to be led. But it gets more complicated when you don't want your followers to be blindly accepting everything you do. And, well, following my father's rule will be..." she trailed off. Retreated her hand from his face and ran it through her hair, sighing softly. Backed up, raising her hood, walking backwards to his bedroom window. 

Her eyes on him the whole time. 

They streaked with gold for a split second, as if she connected with her inner wolf to console and remind herself of who and what she was. Put on her sneakers and tapped the toe against the floor, righting them. Opened the window and got halfway out before looking back at him. 

She smirked.

"Gotta go, piece of main ass."

Jungkook crossed the space between them with two strides and kissed her deeply, breathing in her scent, committing it to memory. She pressed back against him, one hand finding his shirt, pulling him close. They broke apart after minutes of kisses, not wanting to let go. He smiled at her. The cool breeze and sounds of the city radiated out of the open window. 

"Your father will be proud of you."

She laughed, that lively bark he loved. "I don't know about that."

He reached up and smoothed the fur on her ear. 

"He'll see."

Her eyes flickered to him, flecks of gold glittering. 

"I guess he will."

And then she dropped from his window, swiftly dashing back to her own world. A world that someday he might be invited to, he hoped.

Jungkook plopped himself onto the windowsill and watched her go, deft and light on her feet. He stayed long after he couldn't see her anymore. The moon basked him with its glory, bringing out the gold in his ash blond hair. 

-

I heard a little whisper that you're fucking a human. 

You skillfully wrapped the gauze around your arm, breathing hard. There was pressure in your chest, tenseness of adrenaline and fury trapped inside your ribcage.

I hope I get so lucky. 

The words replayed over and over in your head. You wrenched up your thigh, pain shooting up your hip as blood oozed out of the deep gash. You began to dress it slowly, hoarse huffs of exertion leaving your throat. The reflection in the broken mirror in front of you was yours, naked, bleeding, eyes burning vicious gold. Dried blood caked on your silvery ears and bushy tail. 

Not your blood. 

When are you going to eat him and get a real man?

You snarled and punched the mirror, shattering the image of wrath-filled gold. 

A silk robe draped over your shoulders. Your knuckles were shredded, cut up by reflective glass, but you said nothing, panting heavily. Fresh blood dripped onto the stone, red, coppery, splattering onto gray.

"Daughter."

Big black paws on your shoulders, tipped with wicked black claws. It was an oppressive but familiar weight. Your back refused to buckle from it despite all the pain. 

"All his limbs are broken. Five ribs. He might bleed out from a lung puncture."

You pulled the robe closed to cover yourself, tying it up impassively. 

"As you like, Father."

"An emotional fighter is not a good one."

You stilled. 

"Did you forget all your grand ideals? All your silly hopes? Or were they merely dreams you toyed with?"

The Alpha took a step back, removing his hold on you. You still didn't move, immobilized by the truth. 

"Do you think your boy would be happy knowing the mere mention of his existence turned you into what you hate most?"

Slowly, you turned around. Your father stood in the doorway of the chamber. He filled the entire space, huge, fierce, wolf eyes burning gold, wearing the embellishments of the Alpha – the grandiose silver robes against his thick black fur, the thorned platinum crown with diamonds, the jagged diamond pendant with the plum flower around his neck, shadowing the arrowhead emblem of your mother. 

"But... you..."

He cast a discerning eye at you. 

"I am me. You are you."

He turned around, silver robes flaring out.

"If you do not remain true to yourself, you no longer serve your purpose."

The Alpha walked away. 

-

Nine rings.

Your left thumb, the snake head with black gems as eyes. Your left index, the black stone with a bone-shaped silver band. Your left middle, the wolf with the opalescent eyes. Your left pinky, the simple silver band. Your right thumb, the large opal gem inlaid in stars. Your right index, the skull with the snake coming out of its mouth. Your right ring finger, the script ring that read, FEED. Your right pinky, a twisted silver band. 

And now, your left ring finger. The ten-pointed star etched into a hammered silver circle.

Nine rings. Nine Dires. 

Sons.

Men. 

People.

If you do not remain true to yourself, you no longer serve your purpose. 

You lifted your head, adorned with a smaller thorned platinum crown, laced with diamonds. The diamond emblem with the plum flower hung from your neck, a heavy weight. You were wrapped in a silver and black robe with black shorts. How long has it been since you had last seen your love? Almost two months. 

I really miss you. 

You could feel it. 

Your father removed the headpiece. Held out his hand. A silver ring with a moth motif, opal gems as wings.

"Number ten, my daughter."

You removed your nine rings, placing them in a wooden box. Your wooden box. Your father closed the box when you were done and placed the moth ring on top of it. You stepped up to the door of the ritualistic arena. 

Your father called out to you. 

"Do not disappoint."

You were about to look back. Disappoint who? Your father? Your people? Jungkook? Then you realized. 

You. 

You pushed open the doors to a huge, gray-brown wolf with a wicked scar over one eye, eyes blazing gold. He growled at you, black lips peeling back into a vile smirk.

"Oh? Thought you weren't going to show up because you're a human's bitch now."

You narrowed your eyes. Felt the power surge through you, a flurry of silver fur and gold glow, clothes being torn to shreds as you changed, the diamond pendant banging into your collarbones as you bared your sharp teeth and claws.

"That's Miss Human's Bitch to you."

And then you charged. 

-

You stared at his sleeping form. 

Reached over and brushed his blond hair away from his forehead. All five fingers of your right hand now adorned with rings. The moth ring gleamed on your right middle finger. 

Jeon Jungkook was snoring very loudly. 

You were mildly surprised he hadn't woken himself up yet with his own snoring. Did he have allergies? A blockage? He sounded like he was being strangled with phlegm.

"Maybe you need to see a doctor," you muttered, shaking your head. 

His lashes fluttered, but he still sounded like he was dying a horrible death. Good thing you were here to make sure he wasn't. Your fingertips hovered over his face, tracing his handsome features. His cheeks were a little puffy. Did he have too much salt before bed? Your eyes fell on each mole on his face. You pressed your index finger onto the one below his lower lip. 

"In some cultures," you whispered softly. "Moles are thought to be kisses from the moon."

"Then make out with my face."

You pursed your lips. 

"Was that your pretend snoring?"

Jungkook cracked an eye open, a slow grin forming on his face. "I was kind of hoping you would rip off the covers and have your way with me."

You raised an eyebrow. "I suppose I'm not accustomed to human rituals then."

He sat up on the bed and you backed up to give him space. Instantly, his eyes were on your hands. 

"That's ten now."

"Yes."

Jungkook was shirtless. You could see he had been working out, muscles more defined now. Was he taking your advice? You meant it as a half-joke, but it seemed he had taken you seriously. His tattoos stood out against his tan skin. You wondered what they all meant or if they even had meaning. Not everything needed meaning after all. Would he get one to represent you someday?

"You seem different."

You looked up at him and scratched your neck. Let out a sigh. He watched you with inquisitive brown eyes. 

"I was beginning to think you didn't care about me anymore since you weren't furiously masturbating every night," you chuckled.

"I thought about it," he replied instantly, scooting closer to you. "But you said you had fights, so I didn't want to distract you." 

"That never stopped you before."

You saw his cheeks flush. He frowned. "Yeah, well..." He tilted his head. It felt like he was trying to organize his thoughts. You waited patiently "I was thinking about what you said last time. About how you can't only pick and choose the good parts of your species. About being a leader." Jungkook puffed his cheeks. "I'm not really good at any of that stuff, you know? I don't really think about it. I just work at a records store and talk about music and focus on making myself better."

You smiled. "You don't have to do anything more than that, you know."

"But you do."

"That's not something you have to worry about."

"I want to help you." He rubbed the back of his hair, making his bedhead even messier. "I don't know how though."

You leaned forward, closing the distance between you and him. 

"You don't have to do anything special." 

The moonlight illuminated his face, casting it in a gentle glow. 

"I only want a home."

Jungkook's eyes flitted around his small apartment bedroom. He laughed awkwardly. "I guess this doesn't cut it, huh?"

You shook your head.

"Home isn't a place."

Gold orbs to dark brown. 

"Home is a person. And my person is you."

-

Take a moment. 

Before we get freaky and all that.

-

"Your eyes are really gold."

She blinked slowly, backing up. "Yeah... they probably are."

"What do you mean?"

She shifted her gaze and smirked. "Maybe you're rubbing off on me."

It took Jungkook a minute. He tilted his head this way and that, mental question marks flashing before it finally dawned on him. 

"Hey! Are you calling me insatiably horny again?"

Her ears flicked back and forth. She wasn't laughing, but her eyes certainly were. 

"I didn't want to ruin the moment."

"Look here," Jungkook growled, grabbing the front of her baggy gray hoodie and dragging her to him. He could tell she was letting herself get dragged, highly amused. "I've been waiting two months! Like the good guy I am! And now you won't tell me when you're horny? That's just rude!"

She laughed in that wild bark of hers. "I guess you won't be pleased to know I wasn't gone for two months only because I had fights and soul-searching to do, but also because I went through heat and decided to spare you the experience."

"You did WHAT?" Jungkook roared. She couldn't stop laughing as he shook her angrily. "How could you leave me out of that? What about my needs?"

"Seeing me in heat is not a need–"

"Yes, it is! It is for me! What's it like? Are you horny all the time?"

"I'm just a crabby bitch, to be honest."

He narrowed his eyes. 

"You LIAR!"

He tackled her to the bed, pinning her down and she grinned, grabbing him by the waist and pinning him down, until it became of a game of rolling around in the bed, sending the blankets into a jumbled mess, him never exactly winning but her letting him push her around anyway, laughter in her eyes and smile on her face. 

All of a sudden, she grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him down on the bed. 

And growled. 

Jungkook's eyes widened. It wasn't a playful or gentle growl. It was a violent, possessive one and she wasn't looking at him. 

She was staring at the window. 

Eyes stark gold, grip on his shoulders almost crushing. Lips peeled back, and growling low, baring all of her sharp teeth. Ears taut and upwards, tall up and out. The harsh noise rumbled in her chest. She got off him and Jungkook sat up, watching her stalk to the window, powerful and aggressive, almost as if the very air was electrified by her presence. With every step, her presence and sound seemed to grow, overtaking the room and leaking out the window, amplified by the night.

For a split second, Jungkook could see the Alpha in her, almost a shadow of that black wolf's face on her features. 

"You do not belong here."

Did he hear that correctly? Jungkook's eyes widened at her malicious, disorienting snarl. An animalistic whisper and fearsome resonation of command all at once. 

"Get lost or I will make you get lost."

She tilted her head at the window. Not a nice tilt. A predatory gaze of discernment. 

She stuck her head out the window. 

One second. 

Two seconds. 

Three seconds. 

Jungkook didn't even realize he was holding his breath. 

She retreated her head and slammed the window closed, making him jump. 

"Going to hire you a security detail," she stated calmly, voice no longer that oppressive tone. 

"Uh... okay..." He blinked slowly. "What was that?"

Her gold eyes affixed on him. She held up her hands. The ten rings gleamed wickedly, gems and silver alike.

"Word has gotten around. Not everyone is pleased by our relations." She lowered them, letting out a tense breath. "I will need to attend to certain... matters when I return."

"Oh."

Silence. The moonlight gleamed off her fur and hair. Her eyes closed and she breathed deeply, as if she was reading the air. It was fascinating, the way her nostrils flared slightly and she seemed to know things, even though the window was closed, her expression relaxing. Her eyebrow raised. Gold orbs snapped open. 

"Why are you horny?"

Jungkook started, head jerking down to his underwear. 

"Er..." He struggled to explain the massive tent. "It was very attractive. Watching you."

Her eyebrow ticked higher. 

"Someone was thinking about injuring you, possibly murdering you, and you're getting aroused by me defending you?"

"Um... yes?"

-

Sigh. 

Humans. 

You removed your rings and placed them on his nightstand. 

Then you removed your clothes.

-

"In my defense, last time I was very fucked up and couldn't appreciate how hot you were defending me," Jungkook protested. 

"Mhm."

"Um..."

One hand, then the other, crawling onto the bed, eyes burning gold, pointed teeth glistening, breath hot and heavy. He could feel it, the irresistible arousal, the yearning, and he tried to hold back, grabbing fistfuls of his own sheets. 

"Do you think you could...?"

Her head lowered, ears still straight up. For some reason, Jungkook felt compelled to drop to his elbows, still staring at her now naked body. She had removed everything. Including the heavy pendant. He could see the curve of her breasts, hard nipples poking out. Stopped right before his massive erection, the fabric almost sheer with how much it was being stretched out, pre-cum soaking through the front. 

"Could?" she echoed teasingly. 

"C-Could... oh, fuck!"

She leaned down and drenched the fabric with her saliva, covering his clothed cock with wetness, molding it to his length, the sudden rush of euphoria causing it to jerk in his boxer briefs. His hips lifted with his exclamation, and she shoved them back down roughly, holding them in place. 

"P-Please, oh, fuck... fuck it's just so-o-o good..."

He could feel it sticking to him, drenched fabric stuck to his pulsating hardness, the head of his cock rubbing against the confines and leaking pre-cum. The pleasure was everywhere, invading him, tensing every muscle as she dipped her head. Nudged his wet length with her nose, grinning, all teeth and tongue. 

Holy fuck, he'd never been so turned on in his life. 

"Please, do it again... p-please..." came his breathless gasp, twisting his fingers in his sheets. "Want... your mouth..."

She snaked her tongue out, pressing it against the clothed head. Jungkook moaned loudly, the barely there sensation causing his cock to twitch more, the tip so soaked it felt like it was already in her mouth. 

"D-Don't tease, please," he begged, desperately trying to move his hips and falling, her grip like steel.

A raspy chuckle. 

"I'll give you want you want, love."

Jungkook's brain forgot how to function. 

She growled and sunk her teeth into the pocket of wet fabric, shredding his boxer briefs instantly, freeing his cock, which sprang up and wetly smacked her in the cheek. It took him a full second to realize she had bitten the stretched-out fabric of his underwear that appeared because of his erection and not his actual dick, otherwise this would been a very different kind of porno (and not the good kind). Thankfully, his purple-red cock was one hundred percent intact. His black boxer briefs were now only scraps of fabric that flopped uselessly onto his bed, but he didn’t notice or care.

Jungkook yelped as she slathered his balls with her scent, hips shuddering and possibly half-orgasming because it was so fucking good, coating the tip with milky whiteness.

"I c-can't–oh my Goooooood..." 

His eyes rolled back and Jungkook fell onto the bed, groaning with pleasure the second her tongue started swiping up his cock, lapping upwards and blanketing the head, drinking up his leaking pre-cum. It only took a second and he was gone, fucking gone, shooting into her throat as her saliva slipped down his hot throbbing length, enveloping him with her mouth, chuckling as she swallowed, curling her tongue around the tip, collecting it. 

"Fuck, that's so fucking e-embarrassing..." he choked out, annoyed that he couldn't control it, even after working out so hard to increase his stamina. It had been two months! He did jack off every once in a while, but he had tried to be a good boy and not be too distracting.

Jungkook had a lot pent up, okay?!

Her golden eyes flickered to his brown ones the second he lifted his head to look down at her.

Lips opening, revealing her sharp teeth around his cock. His cock trembled underneath her open jaws. 

Yup.

This was turning him on even more. 

Jungkook just had to admit this was his kink now. 

She wrapped her lips around him again and began to move her head up and down, rushes of intense pleasure rocketing through him, gasping for breath, hips locked in place by her hold, the skin underneath her fingertips bruising because his body was straining so hard, desperately trying to ram into her mouth, but he didn't even feel the pain. Couldn't even consider it. It was like he was spellbound, chasing his release until he let out a dragged-out wail of her name, the wet, warm pressure too much, cock twitching as he came again, thick spurts down her tongue and trickling into her throat. She sucked hard, gulping it down, and, not to be dramatic or anything, but Jungkook swore he saw pearly white gates for a second, holy fuck, the whole experience unreal and almost too much, ecstasy shooting all over his nerves and constricting them, a sweet throb of intensity that refused to dull.

It was all he could feel.

It was glorious.

No drug could compare to the high her mouth on his cock could give him.

"Are you dead?"

Jungkook vaguely heard her husky rasp as she raised herself above him, peering at his face. 

"I think so," he wheezed. He nearly forgot to breathe. "Sit on my dick to find out."

"Oh, he's perfectly fine."

Jungkook had maybe half a second to wonder before he squeaked, his still-hard cock suddenly clamped by the hot, dripping vise of her pussy, tail thumping against his legs, her hands now in his chest, rocking back and forth as she sank down, smacking him against every ridge and curve of her walls. 

"O-oh, fuck me!" 

"I am," she replied, infuriatingly calmly, but Jungkook was doomed now, lost in the aching, overwhelming pleasure, her nails digging into his chest as she smacked her hips into him over and over, loud, sloppy, obscene, fur tail tickling his fucking balls. He couldn't even say no or yes or harder, because he was consumed by lust – breathing? who gave a fuck about that? – crying out her name and arching his back into her nails, enjoying the visceral feeling of her scratches, pussy and thighs viciously squeezing him, ecstasy crashing into him with every thrust.

The first – well, technically, third of the night, first inside – orgasm slammed into him, her nails digging into his chest as he moaned, saliva falling from her lips and onto his pecs, messy splatters that heightened the pleasure, sending tingling shivers over his skin and into his core, matching the shudders of his hips as he shot into her pussy, the sound squishy and slippery as she continued roughly rolling her hips into his, exhaling in satisfaction. 

"Want me to slow down?" she breathed out, leaning down, hands beside his head. 

"No," he hissed, sheer will tearing his words out of him. "Ruin me, fuck, feels fucking amazing."

A slow grin formed on her face. "Can you handle that?"

"I don't care if I can or not, suffocate it out of him," Jungkook growled, raising himself up a little and presenting his neck, flicking his head to fling back his now sweat-soaked blond hair. 

-

"Bite me when you cum."

You stared at his neck, tendons popping out and straining, muscles flexed underneath you, tan skin stretched taut, your wolf instincts making you drool at this a fucking meal handed to you, pussy throbbing with the fullness of Jungkook's cock. He was still so hard, although perhaps that was also due to you tightening around him. You leaned forward, using more force, more speed to fuck him into his bed, the tenseness all over his body, jaw clenched, his brown eyes on you, pupils blown out. Hunger, craving, insatiable, carnal, speaking to you on a different level, a level he probably didn't even understand, but you did, a feeling you thought only Dires felt, but perhaps he was so connected to you that he was trapped in it too, imprisoned in the intoxication of pleasure. 

It rose within you, a rush of wildness, and you grabbed his shoulders, hearing him moan and then the pitch heightened as you sank your teeth into his shoulder, a hoarse hiss as you squeezed his length violently, orgasm bolting through you as your jaws made contact with his skin, his scent invading all your senses, painting your inner walls and your mouth and tongue, drops off blood trickling into your tongue as you moaned his name, switching to sucking instead to avoid doing real damage. 

Jungkook seemed not to notice, or maybe he even liked it, because he was whimpering with bliss, hands coming up to press your hips down onto his jerking cock, shooting the last spurts of cum inside you, some of it leaking out and coating his balls, his hold forcing you to sit down on the slippery mess. 

Your mouth was still locked around his shoulder, kneading the flesh gently with your teeth, the hint of blood making your eyelids flutter.

Dirty. Rough. Draining. 

Feral. 

You detached your jaw, arms sliding up to cradle Jungkook's blond head, kissing him softly. He seemed to be in the verge on unconsciousness. His shoulder was badly bruised, nicks of your bite glistening, but no longer bleeding. 

"Are you dead?" you murmured, nuzzling his nose. He was breathing very hard, hot pants down your neck, eyes barely open. 

"At least I... had the best fuck of my life... before I died..."

-

"You slept for twelve hours."

"What?" Jungkook panicked, only to howl in pain as he twisted too fast and crumpled back into the bed. The afternoon streamed through the window, birds chirping loudly. How had he slept through all this? He was a heavy sleeper, but to sleep this late…

"Ack... work..."

"I called the manager of the records store. He decided to close for today."

Jungkook paled. "I need that job. You didn't threaten him, did you?"

She blinked at him. "What? No. I just asked if he would give you a couple days off if I paid the store’s rent this month. He seemed very excited about it."

Jungkook blinked. "But... I need money."

Her silvery ears ticked. "For what? I'll buy whatever it is."

Jungkook narrowed his eyes. "Rich people..."

Her lips curved into a playful smirk. "Besides, you needed to recover from all that sex."

He felt his ears heat. It was only then that he realized she was fully dressed, sitting next to him on the bed. Was she leaving? He reached out and clutched her gray hoodie, frowning. The blanket fluttered down, revealing the purple bite on his shoulder.

Then Jungkook jumped and almost screamed, because he realized they weren't alone. 

Two men in black suits were standing next to his bed. Neat black ties, crisp white shirts. The taller one had curly black-brown hair and a boxy smile. Honey tan skin and strong features. The shorter one had blond hair and a cheerful smile with plump lips. Small hands, with round soft cheeks that reminded Jungkook of rice cake. 

The one with the boxy smile smirked. 

"Fun night?" he drawled in his baritone voice. 

Jungkook yanked the covers all the way up to his chin. 

"W... who are you?" he croaked in shock. 

Her silvery ears flicked and she gestured to them calmly, as if their appearance in his fucking bedroom was totally normal. 

"Your new personal security. Kim Taehyung," she said, pointing to the one who spoke. "And Park Jimin." The shorter one with the small hands and round cheeks. 

Jungkook blinked. "They're human."

Taehyung looked offended. "With guns."

"Tranquilizer guns," Jimin corrected hastily. He had a cheery voice that matched his smile. Jungkook caught his eye though and there was a devilish smirk. Well, he might look innocent. Jungkook scowled at him. 

"Who will probably not have to use them," she continued speaking, still not addressing why they were discussing this with Jungkook, quick check, yup, still naked. "Since traveling in a group is safer and attacking three humans at once will be a bigger penalty than one. And Taehyung and Jimin here come highly recommended by my father's security guard."

Jimin puffed his chest proudly and Taehyung smacked him in the chest, deflating him with a squeak.

"Well... the company," Taehyung said, handing Jungkook a business card. Jungkook debated on whether or not to take it. He reached out to receive it, exposing his right tattooed arm and the giant purple bite on his shoulder. Jimin's eyes immediately shifted to it with an amused grin. Jungkook ignored it and took a look at the card. 

RJ's Private Security Services We paca-punch! Kim Seokjin, CEO and Head of Security

It was accompanied by a picture of an alpaca in a security uniform with a triumphant pose and phone number. 

Jungkook stared at it for a long time, flabbergasted. 

???????

Was this even a real company?

It didn't seem real. 

That was such a terrible pun. And why an alpaca? What do alpacas have to do with security? How safe was an alpaca when the ones targeting him were, er, wolves? Jungkook was terribly unsure about all this. Also, their first meeting was with him being completely naked, so he wasn’t exactly thrilled.

"Anyway, I wanted you to meet them, because they're your new next-door neighbors now and they'll be escorting you to and from work and any other errands you might have."

Jungkook finally looked up from the card, still not sure if this was reality or if he woke up in an alternate dimension. "What? I already have neighbors." 

"Ah, yes," she nodded. "They were thinking about moving. Little one on the way. Noise level was a bit much for them anyway. I found them a bigger space at a good price."

He blinked at her. 

Taehyung and Jimin grinned.

She must have had a busy morning. 

She stood up and patted the two men on the shoulder. "Well, boys, you've met him, so perhaps it's time to get settled in."

Jimin snickered as he was about to stride away. "Will we experience the typical noise level the neighbors were concerned about throughout the day?"

Taehyung burst out laughing as Jungkook turned into a tomato. 

Her silvery ears twitched cheerfully as she walked them out of his bedroom. 

"Yes, I think so."

-

The Dire Alpha sniffed the air. 

Scowled. 

"Daughter, you're a wolf, not a fucking rabbit," he swore under his breath, picking the meat out of his teeth. 

On one hand, he was glad. Proud, even, for his daughter to have such an enthusiastic partner who was clearly very devoted to his pup. On another hand, he wanted to shake the young man's hand and then promptly rip his arm off for touching his precious daughter. 

It was a complicated thing, being a parent. 

The Alpha didn't think he was a good one. Her mother was better at that. But there wasn't much to do about that now. He made her the best fighter he knew, barring himself, and hoped the education he paid for was enough. It wasn't the best method, but it was what the Alpha ended up doing.

It was a miracle she didn't hate him. 

I love you, Father.

One of his claws brushed against the arrowhead pendant. Tapped it twice, looking in the direction of the moon. His snout raised, lips opening, peering into the past, to his silver wolf carrying the silver pup, inheriting her lovely fur. 

He seemed about to say something. 

Thought better of it. 

There was no one to listen. 

The Dire Alpha closed his jaws, alone in his stone castle once more. 

-

"Do you want to go on a date?"

"A date?"

"Yeah, I made a reservation at a fancy restaurant and they have an extensive meat selection, so I thought..." Jungkook's face turned pink and he shifted his eyes. "Since some places don't have many menu options for Dires... anyway, maybe we could dress up all fancy and pretend to be high class and all that superficial stuff?"

You blinked at him. 

"I'm the Dire Alpha's child, Jungkook. There isn't much higher class for Dires than the Alpha himself."

"R-right..." Jungkook coughed. "Just me then."

"If you're going to be my mate, then you'll be the same class as me."

"Oh... that's right, uh...” An awkward pause. “I take back the part about being superficial."

You let out a mirthful bark. "I'm not offended. My father has quite gaudy and old-fashioned taste. He's a bit sensitive about it when I object." You nuzzled into Jungkook's arms, silvery tail curling around him. "Is there a dress code? We don't have to look fancy to eat fancy."

You heard Jungkook fall silent. You looked up at him, tilting your head, silvery ears perked. Jungkook chewed on his very swollen lip. 

"I... wanna see you in a dress. With your ears and tail out," he said slowly, chocolate eyes finding yours. "Feels like so many Dires try to hide it and I wish... wish it wasn't like that. I also just really want to take you on a nice date." He reached up and stroked the fur on one of your ears, expression rueful. "You can wear whatever you want, but I think you would look beautiful in a dark blue dress."

"I don't own a dress."

"What?"

You flicked your ear thoughtfully.

"Do you have another reason, Jungkook?"

"... Uh..."

"Say, perhaps... showing me off?"

Jungkook's face turned bright red. "W-Well, yeah! You're the love of my life! I want to make people jealous of your hotness!"

You cocked his eyebrow, slightly vexed. "Hm, eager to flaunt that you bedded the Alpha's kin?"

Jungkook blinked at you. "What? Speak Korean please."

You paused, the irritation subsiding. That's right. He always forgot your position. By accident, you had slipped into more formal terms due to your annoyance. You were being unfair. Jungkook wasn't a pugnacious Dire chasing an ambition. He was just a guy who worked at a records store and liked being drooled on by you. 

Okay, that was a little harsh, but kind of true. 

"Sorry, I assumed something again," you apologized. "I'm too used to people having ulterior motives when they interact with me."

"I have ulterior motives," Jungkook piped up. 

You felt him try to grab your hips and lift you, but you firmly stayed in place. Jungkook swore under his breath. 

"Why do I work out five days a week and I still can't move you?" he puffed exasperatedly, shaking you by the waist.

"I'm shifting my center of gravity to counteract you–"

"Can't you romance or seduce me instead of science-ing me?" 

Silence. 

"No, that doesn't count," Jungkook gritted out, trying to resist. 

You opened your mouth and he was on you in a heartbeat. 

--

masterpost

[bangtangalicious]

cancelled (2) | myg, jjk

summary: you cheated on your boyfriend, one of the most sought after boys on campus, with the nerd from the back of the lecture hall. now a video has leaked across and everyone is turning against you for hurting such a perfect s/o.

pairing: yoongi x reader ft jungkook

wordcount: 3.7k

genre: smut, yandere!yoongi and nerd!jungkook exyandere!jungkook

established-relationship!au college!au cheating!au

warnings: reader discretion is advised. penetrative sex, unprotected sex, really steamy sex, ring tease (is that a thing), yoongi is a master with his tongue but we knew this, manipulative behavior, yandere behavior, controlling, dirty talk, guilting, mentions of past dubcon activity, illicit filming, mentions of mental illnesses, gaslighting, toxic behavior. this is pretty dark so dont read if it bothers you

twoshot: part 1 | part 2 | masterlist

There are some scents we find comforting. Not necessarily because of the nature of the scent itself, but because of a memory associated with it. For you this scent was Yoongi’s burnt pancakes. They were not good, he knew that and so did you. But your heart would almost burst with joy at the gesture, and you could never quite deny him when he would ask to make you breakfast. The way his kitten like eyes would be full of excitement, eager to please you.

In this case, the scent made you feel guilt. A common theme over the past few days after the entire school had access to a livestream of you cheating on the most loveable, pure and kind guy on campus.

But he was not mad.

Something stirred in you. You wished he was angry, wished that you two would fight it out. At least that would result in a resolve of some sort. You were now simply immersed in a stale mate. Not forgiven, but not accused. Not innocent but not guilty.

You had blocked Jungkook right away, not even entertaining how he would be handling the situation. You had bigger problems.

And those problems manifested into your sweet boyfriend making you pancakes.

“Here you go baby” He handed you a plate. Not an ounce of negativity was seen in his eyes. You felt like you were going insane.

Your phone beeped, another notification. You were not even shocked to see it was just another random person yelling at you for what you had done’ You’d seen it all— death threats, people telling you you were the scum of the earth. Internet hate knew no boundaries. You had lost all your friends. Even your family caught news and did not want to speak with you at the moment. All you had was Yoongi.

“Listen y/n” Yoongi kelt down in front of your seat, placing his hands on your knees affectionately. “I know things are hard right now. If you want, you and I can leave this place. We can leave and go somewhere else where people won’t know about all this.”

Tears escaped the edges of your eyes, “We can’t just leave…No one will hire me, a background check will show up with PornHub on the first search result. I’m ruined.”

“I’ll get the video taken down y/n. Clearly that guy did not have your consent to post it.”

“That isn’t the point” You screamed, grasping his hands firmly as you sobbed, “Everyone knows it happened. They know I was unfaithful. To you. The love of my life. Literally the most perfect angel of a human ever. I’m so horrible I don’t even know why I did it I just…”

Yoongi kissed the tops of your hands. “I know…he manipulated you didn’t he? Guys are the worst. He made you think you wanted it.”

For some reason you were not that mad at Jungkook. Maybe it was because you were too occupied with your own guilt. You did not feel like he coerced you, but telling Yoongi that wouldn’t have really mattered.

“Come on baby. Let’s move somewhere. And let’s get married. I’ll be able to give you what you need. You’ve been such a good girl for holding out so long. We can start over, together, away from all this. There’s nothing else here for us”

The idea was tempting, but your heart clenched thinking you would never see this beautiful campus again. Your friends, your classmates, none of them.

Yoongi reached into his pocket and brought out a small velvet pounch. In it was a dainty little diamond ring, the studs circling in a simple and elegant design. He held the ring to you and you simply gaped at him.

“Baby…You know I love you. I know you love me. So you messed up, who doesn’t? You’re human, and I denied you of what you needed and I am sorry for that. Marry me y/n. Marry me and leave this place with me. Let’s go where no one can ever find us, and be together forever”

You were too young for this. Sure, being in a long-term relationship might not have the same freedoms as being single, but being married was a whole other level of commitment. You knew it would come eventually, but it was still so sudden. But how could you say no? What right did you have to deny the kindness and love of this man after what you did to him? You couldn’t be an even bigger bitch and end your relationship after this could you? It would look so bad. People would think you dumped him because he didn’t want to have sex, which would make you look like a slut and then…

Your mind was dizzy. Yoongi simply chuckled, beginning to kiss the tops of your knees. Inching slowly in the direction of your thighs.

Once his lips were close enough to the hems of your pajama shorts that you were sensitive, you let out a surprised yelp. Yoongi grinned, face still pressed in the inside of your thigh, ring in hand. He wiggled his tongue in a way to push past the cloth, looking up at you briefly with a twinkle in his eye before his hot tongue barely traced your heat.

“Y…yoongi” Your heart rate picked up as Yoongi bit the crotch of your shorts and began to drag it down. It was an erotic sight, and you couldn’t help but feel shivers as you anticipated his next move. Then he did something shocking. He took the diamond ring and placed it flat against your exposed clit, his finger in the circle holding it against you. The cold metal felt amazing. He slowly dragged the ring along your folds, watching as you twitched. He lined the ring up with your entrance and next thing you know he shoved his finger through the ring and into you. You cursed loudly.

“Just say yes. Say you’ll marry me and I’ll give you everything you need baby girl”

He twisted the ring harshly against you causing you to squirm. “F…fuck yes. I’ll marry you. I love you. I love you” You were chanting like it was your mantra. Yoongi grinned and slid this ring onto your finger. He stared momentarily at your hand before returning his gaze to you and capturing your lips in a deep kiss. He kissed you with a hunger you had never quite felt from him before.

“I love you y/n. Now it’s just you and me.” He whispered as he trailed kisses down to your collar, using his skilled tongue and teeth to wiggle off each button, his hands planted on your thighs. He disrobed you, sliding your body to the edge of the chair in order to give him access. You let your legs spread wide. You almost couldn’t believe what was happening.

You had dreamt of this moment for so long. The day you would finally be able to have your boyfriend’s cock buried deep in you. The day where you could curse out his name in pleasure and love him right like he deserved.

Yoongi got up to take off his own clothes. You had never seen him fully naked before, just his chest. You always had an inkling he was big, after feeling him get hard after steamy make-out sessions. Him then politely stepping away to calm down, then cuddling with you affectionately.

His cock popped out, already hard and eager. You couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight. Yoongi shook his head to try to get his hair out of his eyes, and an evil smirked played his lips. He stroked his cock harshly while looking at you.

“Look at you” He sneered, “My little slut, so eager for me. You needed cock so bad you’d just go anywhere for it isn’t that right hm?” You shook your head.

“Yoongi…I’m yours…I just want you” You tried to spread your legs even wider, the chair beneath you pressing into your back uncomfortably.

Yoongi walked up close so that he was standing inches away from where your legs were splayed out for him. “Show me how sorry you are you whore” He spat. You whimpered, his words hitting too close to home. You blinked back tears as he slowly lowered himself onto you, the rails of the chair almost cutting into your skin, making you wince in pain.

“Yoongi…let’s go to the bed…” You suggested weakly as his kisses found your breasts and he nipped away at you. He shook his head, allowing his face to pummel in the suffocation of your tits.

“Do you deserve the bed?”

“No but…” You looked away, “It’s our first time”

Yoongi paused, his head still rested against the valley of your chest. He got up suddenly and gripped your hips, picking you up off the chair into his arms. Your naked legs wrapped around him, and your wet core could feel his toned stomach. You couldn’t help but grind at the friction. Yoongi kissed you again, gentler now, his lips swallowing you in so that you could feel every ounce of his pure love. He carried you to the bed and slowly released you onto you back.

He stroked himself a few more times before lining himself up with your entrance. You were soaking at this point, your pussy drooling for cock.

“I love you” He said, not looking at you so much as the desperate clenches of your pussy onto nothing.

“I love you too babe” Now he looked at you. A dark gaze had overtaken him. The love in his eyes was absolutely gone, and there seemed to me a strange aura of anger.

“You’re mine y/n. Once this cock goes in, it’s the only cock you’re ever going to get.”

“I know baby”

“I’m going to fuck you. All the time. You and me, just you and me. You’re all mine. All mine to play with”He started to rub his cock in circles against you, “My little girl, sweet little whore all for me to fuck whenever I want to.” He entered you in one thrust, causing you to yelp as the push of the girth against your walls was too sudden for you to adjust.

“Gonna fuck you up so good” He exhaled, funding into you mercileslly, “My wife, my beautiful fucking wife. My little cocksleeve, baby girl ohhhh” You squirmed in frustration as Yoongi came inside you, his hot seed reaching the depths of you and filling you to the brim. “Shit. You felt so good baby, I’m sorry”

You shook your head. You were more than pleased with the experience. “It’s okay baby.”

“I’ll make it up to you” He pulled out and rolled you into his embrace, nuzzling his face into your chest. “I’ll make you cum so many times baby, we have forever to do it. You’re all mine now”

“Yes baby, all yours”

-

Jungkook bit his nails nervously. He had called up an old hacker friend to help him get into Yoongi’s computer. Something was off. Jungkook would know. Cameras? It had to be Yoongi. It made too much sense, but the question was why. Why would he want the whole school to see someone else fucking his girlfriend?

“Jungkook” His friend, Seokjin, was typing away frantically into a large computer, “Bro this is fucking insane”

“What?” Jungkook rolled his seat up to get a better look at the screen. They now had accessed Yoongi’s servers, and there was all the incoming footage from various cameras all around campus. Under each panel was a small description: Y/n’s biology class, Y/n’s favorite bathroom, etc.

“This guy keeps fucking tabs on his bitch yo. I thought you said they’d been together for a while”

“They have…” Jungkook peered at the footage. “Somehow I don’t think she knows he watches her like this”

“No shit” Seokjin made wild eyes at Jungkook sarcastically and smacked him. Jungkook rolled his eyes.

“I have to tell her. Something is fucked here”

“Look, I don’t know these people, but I have heard about guys sort of isolating their girls so that they become really, like, dependent or something. So that they can take them away and do whatever they want. Pretty fucked.”

Jungkook considered his friends words. “You might be onto something…He could be guilting her into staying with him…” Like an epiphany, the pieces fell together, “Marriage. He’s gonna make her marry him.”

“That’s fucked.”

“Dude shut-up,” Jungkook snapped, his protective instinct now in overdrive. “Give me your keys, I need to tell her. I have to go save her”

“Why?” Seokjin chuckled, “It’s really none of your business. You barely know her too, you guys are nothing but classmates” Jungkook’s heart dropped at the statement.

He shouldn’t care right? He was better now. Was interfering in her life just him becoming obsessive again? Was he reading too much into it?

“Fuck. You’re right. I’m insane” He exhaled, “My first instinct was to hack into her boyfriend’s computer uh, I clearly need to calm down” Seokjin hummed in agreement as he continued to click around on Yoongi’s server.

There were a few moments of silence before something inside Jungkook just ticked. She wasn’t safe. He could just tell. She needed him. He had to find her. “No…no, dude. If there is even a slight chance that she’s in danger I can’t…I can’t let that happen” Seokjin shrugged and tossed him his keys. Jungkook let the key ring twirl on his finger as he quickly dashed out of his apartment.

Yoongi and you had been at it for hours, not being able to get enough of each other’s bodies. You were xausted, laying on the couch butt naked, straddling Yoongi and hugging him tightly. Your skin was sweaty, and so was his. You guys were sticking to one another like glue. The smell of sex was evident throughout the room. You probably would have fallen asleep like that if it weren’t for the sudden phrasing on your door.

“Y/n! Y/n are you in there! It’s Jungkook, please it’s important!” He screamed urgently. Your eyes widened and you looked at Yoongi who simply had a silly grin on his face. He released his hold on you, allowing you to get up

“Um…give me second” You called back, running to your room to find some clothes. Yoongi got dressed as well.

You opened the door and Jungkook popped inside the moment he could fit through the crack.

“I…I need to show you something” Jungkook glanced at Yoongi who was simply grinning with an interested expression. “In my apartment…please…look I know you don’t want to be seen with me, but I promise you I did not film us. I didn’t even want” Yoongi glared at him and he shut his mouth, “Look please, please Y/n you have to believe me. Come over and I’ll show you”

He was gripped your forearms tightly and you wiggled away. “Um…I’m definitely not going to go to your apartment Jungkook” You scoffed, “Just say what you have to say right here”

Jungkook gulped, and Yoongi licked his lips, extremely amused and anticipating the events that were going to follow.

“Can we talk in private?” Jungkook looked deep into your eyes, searching for any small ounce of trust you might have left in him, and ultimately coming up dry.

“No. Just say what you have to say” You said, crossing your arms.

Yoongi paced over to where Y/n was standing and placed a hand on your hip from behind. Jungkook glared at him and he glared right back.

“It was you” Jungkook said dryly, a serious expression causing him to clench his jaw, “You’re a fucking psycho”

Yoongi tilted his head to the side, “Excuse me?”

“You filmed us. She didn’t tell you to pay me to fuck her did she? Hm? No. You, you paid me to fuck her and you filmed it, you live streamed it so that the whole world could see. All so that she wouldn’t have anywhere to turn but to you. You’re a manipulative bastard and a predator and Y/n” Jungkook met your outraged eyes, “You are not safe with this guy. I have proof”

“What the fuck are you saying? Are you high?” You slapped him harshly.

There was a moment of silence as Jungkook touched the side of his face that you hit, looking back up at you bitterly. “I know it sounds crazy. But he literally has cameras following you around everywhere. He watches your every move. He’s sick. Go to his computer and check if you don’t believe me”

“Actually it’s funny you should say that” Yoongi piped in, a charming expression still on display, “The other day I found something really interesting about you Jungkook” He quickly went and grabbed his laptop, opening it up to show them the screen. “You’re calling me a psyco, but you really just want Y/n all to yourself don’t you. You’re the one who’s a creep. I mean,” He scoffed, “I can’t believe you filmed this” He pressed play.

The blood drained from Jungkook’s face. It was a video of you and him. All those years ago. Fucking senselessly, two horny teenagers, all over your house.

Your mouth hung open in shock. You blinked, looking from the screen to Jungkook to try to convince yourself what you were seeing was real.

“You…when did this happen…is that me?” You stuttered, the scenes unfolding in the video overwhelming you. It was definitely your house, and he was definitely moaning your name.

“Y/n…No, I…” Jungkook was at a loss for words. He glared at Yoongi, who was smirking still.

Jungkook grabbed your hair and shoved you up against the window, your chest pressing into the glass. Anyone walking past would be able to see your naked body on display. He let his nose trace from your ear to the back of your neck, inhaling your sweet aroma. You whined his name, trembling as his grip tightened and he pulled your hair back.

“You know how many times I’ve wanted to do this? Hm? You know how bad I’ve wanted to just bend you over and fuck you right when I see you? Years. I’ve wanted this for years. Such a sweet…sweet girl. I knew you’d taste so sweet” He thrusted into you and you moaned his name in pleasure. “Just like that my sweet baby, mmm. Scream for me. Tell me how much you love it” He turned you around and picked up through legs, stopping briefly to remove his glasses.

“Wait…” You panted, your breasts heaving with your deep expirations. “Keep them on”

Jungkook smirked.

“Why?”

“I…I like them…I like you…”

You dropped the the floor in shock. You couldn’t remember any of this, but you did remember feeling some type of way about Jungkook’s glasses. You didn’t even want to know what happened. You needed him to leave. You just wanted Yoongi. Yoongi was simple, kind, and loved you. Jungkook was only making life more and more complicated.

“Get out” You growled at him.

“Y/n…please I know how this looks but you have to believe me”

“He’s clearly obsessed with you. Went to your highschool, followed you to college and didn’t even tell you. He’s probably been stalking you this whole time” Yoongi muttered, clicking his tongue in pity, “Poor guy probably has something wired wrong in his head. I hope you get the help you need Jungkook, really. But I think you better go if Y/n doesn’t want you here” Yoongi politely put his hand on Jungkook’s back to lead him out.

“Y/n! He’s crazy. Yoongi is crazy. He paid me to have sex with you I…” Jungkook held up his wrist, “He gave me this watch! Half a million dollars to do it. See?” You looked to see he was in fact telling the truth, Yoongi’s pricey watch was on his wrist. Yoongi turned to you and gave you a concerned look.

“Oh gosh. I’ve been looking for this, I though I lost it somewhere.” He said innocently, sliding the watch off of Jungkook’s wrist. “Did you steal this Jungkook? Look, my buddy knows a really good therapist, I’ll email you his contact information, please do get some help okay”

“No…” Jungkook struggled violently against Yoongi who was calmly trying to push him out the door, “Y/n…please believe me…I…I don’t even like you okay. I don’t!”

You scoffed, hands open aimlessly as you sat on the floor, still dazed. The tape of you and Jungkook still playing.

Finally Yoongi managed to drag Jungkook out. He was gone for a bit, but you didn’t notice because you were lost in pure shock, trying to desperately search your memory for answers.

When Yoongi came back, he was wearing a pair of glasses. “Hi baby. Are you feeling any better? Poor thing” He knelt down by your side.

“Are those Jungkooks?” You asked. Yoongi nodded, taking the frames off into his hands.

“Yeah. I figured if you like them I may as well take them”

“He just gave you his glasses?”

Yoongi paused.

“I just…took them” Right after he beat in his skull with a baseball bat in the alley behind your apartment.

[palbabor-writes]

Shigaraki finally seeing the new recruit without her mask, finding out she’s super hot, and then Shig just basically stares at her all the time, trying to make any and every excuse for her to take off her mask. Can be NSFW, I absolutely would not mind it. Just want Shiggy to find me so attractive he’d nearly kill me to see my face again :p

hey, hi! idk if this is exactly what you had in mind but i did my best ~(˘▽˘)~ warnings: death threats, vaginal fingering

“I don’t know why you bother with the make-up. Right after you finish, you just tack that mask of yours on, covering up all of that extra ornamentation you insist on wearing. Such a waste of time,” Giran scoffs, annoyed that you’ve delayed his meeting with Tomura Shigaraki, again.

“Would it shock you if I said: I don’t give a fuck what you think?” you grin, shouldering open the bar door and dramatically ushering for the broker to enter before you.

“Hmph,” Giran snorts, rolling his eyes. He takes a long drag of his cigarette, careful to blow the smoke toward your masked face. “You’re a piece of work, you know that?”

“Whaaat? Me? Oh my God, I’ve never, ever heard that before. And for you to say something so cutting? I’m hurt,” you mock.

“Who’s a piece of work?” Toga calls out as you close the door behind you, knocking the last of the noxious wisps of smoke away.

“Me,” you announce loudly, pacing toward one of the bar stools and seating yourself on the red leather. 

“Awe, why’s that?” Twice begins sincerely before stumbling into a quick, “Well, it’s fucking true.” 

“He doesn’t like that I took a little bit of extra time to put on make-up. Shigaraki isn’t even down here yet, so I don’t see what the big deal is,” you snark, turning your head toward Giran. He has the grace to give you a disgruntled lifting of his shoulders. 

“Well,” Spinner chimes in, “it does seem a little pointless. You are wearing a mask and not just some half mask, that thing covers your whole face.” 

“Pointless! Why, no my dear, that’s not pointless, not at all!” Compress defends, his gloved finger tutting Spinner’s hunched figure. “You never know what the next performance will call for! One must always be prepared.”

“Oooh, do you do, like, eyeliner? I looove the winged points.” Toga declares, striding over and leaning close, her big yellow eyes blinking up at you.

“Yeah. I can do winged eyeliner,” you confirm, a grin spreading across your lips. Not that any of them can see it, but they’ll likely hear it’s lift in your voice. 

“Ahhh! Teach me, teach me!” Toga claps her hands and perches on the seat next to you. “Oh wait! Before that, can I see it? Just so I can tell how good you are.”

“See? Ah, my face. Um, yeah, I guess...” you begin, fingers reaching behind your jaw, tugging the reinforced porcelain away. Toga’s eyes widen and she cups her face between her hands and hushed gasp sneaking out of her lips. 

“You’re so pretty!” she beams. You’re just about to answer her when she tilts her head past you, looking at someone over your shoulder. “Whaddaya’ think Tomura? I like her even better without the mask! You think she’s pretty too, right?”

Without thinking, you twist to look at the league’s defacto leader. He’s stepping out of that long hallway, his face obscured by the pale fingers of Father. However, he does pause, cocking his head at you. From what you can see of his expression, he does look a bit, uh, staggered. One red eye is gleaming out at you, the whites almost comically wide and he lifts a hand to his neck, fingers automatically scritching at the skin they land on. His head rises, chin jutting forward and he takes a step forward, toward you.  

Odd, you think, instinctively biting on your lower lip. It’s not like him to stare. Well, at least not that intently. Usually, he ignores your presence, treating you more like the background furniture than a living, breathing, person. Toga’s question hangs on the air and the others start to notice the shift too, their gazes passing between the two of you. You’re about to croak out some kinda response, when Shigaraki does the honors for you.  

“We have a meeting,” he rasps and something in his tone breaks the spell. His head finally turns from you and you lower your gaze, sliding your mask back over your features. 

“Awe,” Toga bemoans, hopping down from the bar stool. “Don’t think you’re getting out of helping me with my make-up!” She scolds, tossing you a swift wink before following the others as they gather around a low table. 

They don’t need you for this part so you shift off of your seat and press open the front door, grateful for the cool autumn air that hits you. You lean up against the brick siding and take a moment to steady your thumping heartbeat. That was a, um, strange interaction. 

You’d never put much thought into Shigaraki. He was quiet and there wasn’t much cause for the two of you to interact. Well, besides passing his requests on to Giran, or confirming shipment dates. Honestly, it was nigh impossible to get a read on him most days. Namely because, like you, he always had something obscuring his face.

Despite that, he did have a pleasing build, with broad shoulders, cabled neck muscles and you’d always quietly admired the snaking length of his long legs. The fact that he had white hair and startling red eyes were two other bonuses. You’ve always had a thing for guys that sported a long mop of pearlescent waves and Shigaraki was a pristine specimen in that regard.

Even so, it’s not like you knew much about the guy and you doubted that was going to change any time soon. No, he’d likely only been taken aback by your startled expression. You couldn’t help it. Once Toga had uttered his name you’d wanted to see him, so, so curious to see if he’d comment on your appearance. Would he like you? Notice you? Say something maybe? But, he hadn’t.

So, yeah. That was that. Right?   

******

A week passes before you slide into the bar again. This time of year is always busy, but you’ve carved out some time to double check on the league’s shipment requests. 

The main room of the bar is quiet, but you can see Shigaraki’s dark back, hunched over the bar top. His head tilts toward you when he hears the door close and that bright eye of his is doing that fervid glint again. His look travels from your neck to your covered face and you can swear his eye narrows when it lands on the smooth surface of your mask. 

“What?” he asks, his tone low. 

“Uh, I was coming to check on the shipments. See if there was anything extra that you guys needed.” 

“Ask Kurogiri,” he clips, that lone eye of his continuing to transverse the planes of your covered face.

“Alright. I’ll go and look for him– ”

“Why do you wear that?” Shigaraki suddenly asks. It’s a simple question, but it makes your heart start that ragged tattoo again. What is wrong with you? You’d think he’d asked for you to strip naked and lay atop the bar, what with the way your heartbeats are palpitating. What’s the big deal?  

“Wh-what?” you blankly hear yourself stammering out. You know what he’s asking. You’re not stupid. Apparently, your brain has another plan in mind and that involves, um, playing dumb? 

“Your mask,” Shigaraki supplies, his voice falling into a hushed rasp. “Why do you wear it?”

“Well, why do you wear a hand on your face?” Shit. Fuck. What? Why did you say that?

The bar stool scrapes back and you can’t help but wince at the sound, your body flinching. He’s slow as he steps forward, his fingers carefully threaded into his pockets. Once he’s a few feet from you, you let out a slow breath, praying he can’t hear the ragged thuds of your pulse.

“Take it off. The mask, that is,” Shigaraki demands and you can hear that grin, that wicked, wicked smirk that you can only imagine is parting his lips. Lips that you’ve never seen. Lips that are so close. If only he’d...oh, that’s an idea... 

“No,” you reply. Your voice is even and strong, thank God, but it doesn’t grant you an immediate reprieve. No, your defiance only makes him shift closer, his chest nearly bumping against yours.  

He’s not much taller than you. It’s likely only an inch or two difference, but it suddenly feels like he’s miles above you. Instinctively, you arch your neck, closing that tiny distance to peer up at him. He’s watching you intently and you can hear the steady, in and out, pulls of his breath. Shigaraki lets another few beats pass before he answers your challenge, leaning forward, demanding your full attention with his overwhelming proximity.

“I can just decay it off, you know. It would be easy. But, if I do that, well, you’d need to be quick. You’d have to get it off of you in seconds, because once it starts, it’s hard to predict and I’d hate for my quirk to take the rest of you with it.”

“You’d risk killing me, just to see my face again?”

“Tch. Sure. If you wanna look at it that way. It was a pretty face, (Y/N). So here’s my advice: don’t be fucking obstinate and do as I say.” 

“What if...what if I make a deal with you?”

Shigaraki barks out a laugh and the sharp angles of his lips spread past the palm of Father. “A deal? I’ll say it again, since I guess you didn’t hear me the first time, I can decay it off. I don’t need to bargain with you.” 

“Sure,” you qualify, the heavy pants of your exhales hitting the front of your mask, bathing you in wild, damp, warmth. “But I don’t like the idea of being the only one who is exposed. Why don’t you let me see you, too?”

“Me?” Shigaraki asks, his head ducking slightly, voice clipping over the word. “Why?”

“Please?” Your hands lift of their own accord, ghosting over the lines of his forearms. You can hear his breath hitch and you rejoice at the tiny sound. He’s right. He could simply raise a hand and disintegrate your mask, and possibly you, to bits, to fucking pieces, but you wanna know. You wanna see him. Besides, you’re starting to like this standoff. There’s something coiling under it and you can almost taste the line of tension that’s tightening between the two of you.  

“Only for a second,” you promise, imbuing your tone with airy light. “Come on, what are you scared of? Like you said, it wouldn’t take much for you to kill me. Might be easier even, if I’m, mmm, distracted.”

“You first,” he commands, one of his hands rising from his dark pocket, hovering beside the golden base of Father. 

“Ugh. You’re not gonna go back on your part, are you?” you tease, fingers already cupping at your jaw, peeling the heated porcelain away from your skin. 

“I might,” Shigaraki taunts, “you’ll need to take that mask off to find out, won’t you? Oh, and you can go slow. Since you seem to be partial to the theatrics of it all, why don’t you put on a nice show for me?” 

Woah.

A gasp falls from your lips before you can contain it and Shigaraki presses his advantage, his white hair falling toward you as he looms impossibly closer, that red eye glowing in the darkness of the bar. Ok, ok, you think, gulping down your nerves and that rising crest of fucking arousal that’s pricking between your legs.

Your mask is leaden in your hands, but you do your best to steady your shaking fingers. You can feel the familiar weight slipping from your chin, your cheeks, your nose, but it feels different, too. Charged and heavy. A light rush of gooseflesh bumps its way up your arms and you tremble when the mask finally slides past one half of your face. 

Without warning, Shigaraki’s hand whips forward, snatching onto your wrist. That one, all important, finger is arched away but he stills your movements with a squeeze, his eye whisking over you. He lets his gaze linger indulgently against your lips, tracing the dip and pout of your mouth. Then, he lifts his intensity to your own stare, that broad smile rising along his lips. A pleased rumble echoes from his chest and you almost reply with a moan. 

Fuck. This is...

It’s like standing too close to an open flame and your whole body feels like it’s reacting to the sting, the burn that is rising within you. “Do...do you want me to keep going?”

His reply is a silent one. Silent, but firm. That hand that’s wrapped around your wrist, that’s blazing the heat of him into you, pulls. It takes your arm and the rest of your mask with it, leaving you bare and vulnerable, completely at the mercy of that hungry eye. 

You can’t fucking breathe and you’re biting your lip so hard that you’re worried the skin is about to split open. Shigaraki is quiet but his head tilts, cascading white hair against his dark shoulder. This is ridiculous, you think, unable to snatch yourself away from him. It’s not even both eyes. He’s only looking at you with one eye. Shit, what will two eyes do? Is he going to keep his side of this? Do you even really want him to? What if...it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter what it means, or what it does, you want to see him, all of him. 

After all, fair is fair.  

His fingers are still curled around your wrist and you feel each indentation of his finger pads, hot against your chilled flesh. “S-so,” you begin, your words snagging in your throat, “are you gonna hold up your end?”

You can hear his snort of amusement but he does release your hand. Once his elegant digits pass the pasty gloom of the embalmed hand on his face, you can feel your heartbeat slowing, your eyes following his motions, watching, waiting. He’s not as slow as you were, but he gives you a moment to savor, teasingly lifting the obscuring palm up and away. 

Oh. 

Your mask clatters to the floor, skittering across the wood, shattering the weighty silence. Without thinking, your hand comes up to his cheek, letting your brave thumb run across that tiny mole on his chin. He’s not handsome. No, he’s not what anyone would deem perfect, not with those cracks and scars, but fuck, he’s beautiful. It’s a shattered magnificence and you’re so glad you asked him for it.

“Didn’t say you could touch,” Shigaraki growls, his voice rasping toward that lower register. 

“It’s ok,” you reassure him, your other hand lifting to feel out the smooth and rough patches of his skin. “You can touch me, too.” 

He groans at that, those red eyes finally slipping closed. He’s uneasy at this part, his hands too broad and too jittery to really appreciate the curve of your face, but dips his head closer, his forehead pressing against yours. 

When you dance your fingers over his lips, he moves in the same moment. He’s arms cage around you and he yanks you to him, sucking, biting, kissing you until you can’t think, let alone breathe. 

The bump of the couch is a surprise and you topple backwards, splayed across the tattered cushions. You hadn’t even realized you’d taken those steps, that he’d pushed you that way. It doesn’t matter, because he’s on top of you, seconds later, his fingers everywhere, touching every part of you that he can reach.

“How are you so warm?” he asks, sliding his palms under your shirt, cupping at the roundness of your breasts. His voice is soft, awed, and you grin up at him, urging his lips back to yours. 

“What’s the matter?” you tease, worrying his chapped lip between your teeth. “What happened to all those death threats?”

Shigaraki smirks, pulling away from your mischievous bites, that long scar across his lip rising. One of his hands wanders downward, feeling for the edge of your pants, while the other encloses around your neck, clamping until you’re arching under him, eyes shut and lips parted. 

“You like that I can kill you?” he leers, finally snapping the button of your jeans open, permitting his inquisitive touch to dip into something even warmer than the skin of your breasts. He breaches the fluttering petals of your cunt and glides into your heat, hissing at the slick that pools around him. 

The hand at your throat squeezes again, demanding your answer. “Y-yes,” you gasp, hips canting up at the steady rhythm he’s building inside you. 

“Hmm,” he ponders, releasing your neck and lifting that hand in front of your face. “Then you better hope I can control myself. We’ll start with something simple. These clothes of yours should be easy enough to decay...” His thumb swipes across your budding clit and you writhe, squirming and panting. “Ah-ah,” he warns a cruel grin spreading along his lips. “Keep still. I’d hate for my hand to slip.” 

Carefully, he lowers his free hand, trailing it toward your shirt. Once four fingers are curled under the hem, he reapplies his other thumb, circling until you’re white knuckling the cushions. “Don’t forget,” he reminds you, adding the tiniest pressure to his oscillations, “one wrong move and you’re nothing but bone and gristle. Tch, it would be such poor timing too, what when we’re just starting to have so much fun together” 

Then, he lowers that deadly finger. 

notes: again, not sure if it’s exactly what you had in mind, but I had fun with it!                  

[ragingpancake]

Hotel California

A/N: An Earthside AU wherein John is a college student on his way to Spring Break and Rodney is a hotel receptionist. NC-17. Reposted from my old AO3 account.

The midnight sky is gray and muggy, thick with heat and humidity. The air conditioner stopped working over a hundred miles ago and even the air flowing through the open windows isn't enough to cool the sweat beading on John's forehead.

In the passenger seat, Teyla's stretched out, humming along quietly with the static on the radio as Ronon sleeps on in the backseat, oblivious to each passing mile.

John reaches out and changes the station.

"I was listening to that," Teyla says dryly as the low twang of a country guitar fills the car. John gives her a sleepy smile in return and thumps his fingers against the steering wheel, drumming along with the beat in a last ditch effort to keep himself awake. "Perhaps it would be wise if I took over for awhile?"

"I'm good," John says dismissively. He trusts Teyla's driving almost as much as he trusts her cooking, which is to say not at all.

"I have been practicing."

"Not nearly enough for my liking," John says, grinning to take the sting out of the words.  Teyla just rolls her eyes and goes back to staring out at the endless stretch of empty highway in front of them.

Driving out to California in Ronon's grandfather's beat up old station wagon hadn't been John's best idea. He's cutting two full days off their spring break with the drive there and back, but since Teyla had apparently grown up under a rock and had never taken a road trip, John and Ronon decided that their yearly trip to Long Beach was the perfect remedy.

"If you will not let me drive, maybe you would at least consider stopping for the night? We still have another five hours ahead of us and I would like to make it alive."

"Your faith in me is astounding."

"Much like your faith in me," she smirks. "Now please, find the nearest motel and pull over. I'm sick of looking at the inside of this car."

John can't argue with that.

---

It's another twenty miles and another state line until he finds a motel and by the time he climbs out of the car, he has to admit that stopping was definitely the right call; there's no way he would have made it another four hours and forty minutes.

Ronon grunts and snorts as Teyla smacks him awake. He's annoyed that they've stopped and he wants to take over driving so they can keep going, but John trusts his driving less than he trusts Teyla's. He's seen what Ronon has done to the trash cans outside of their apartment just trying to back out of the parking space.

"It's stupid to stop," Ronon grumbles as they trudge into the lobby of the seemingly deserted motel.

"I would rather get a few hours of solid sleep and then hit the road. If we continue to drive, we will be no good for anything tomorrow," Teyla says solemnly.

"Don't need sleep to surf."

"This is true, but I need sleep to finish the drive, so I say we're staying and sleeping," John says. Ronon stands just a little straighter and blinks lazily at John in what's most likely an attempt to intimidate him. It would work under other circumstances maybe, but John's just too tired to care so he waves Ronon off and slouches against the front desk, slapping his hand down on the bell.

It reverberates, echoing throughout the empty lobby.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hold your horses, I'm coming." The voice comes out of nowhere and whoever it belongs to sounds annoyed at the interruption. Seconds later, a skinny kid stomps out from behind a curtain, looking harassed and harried. He's wearing a pair of dark slacks that are at least a size too big and a white uniform shirt that's partially untucked and stained. His name tag reads 'Rodney'. "What do you want?"

"You get many people in here lookin' for something other than a room?" John drawls lazily.

Rodney snorts. "You'd be surprised. Double beds or...?"

John grins. "Double."

John watches as his fingers fly over the keyboard seemingly of their own accord. "Unfortunately, the only available room I have is a king with a pull out couch. Sorry." He doesn't sound very sorry about that.

It's not ideal, but John's exhausted and he'll be damned if he's getting back in that car. At least not until he's had a good five hours of sleep.

"John," Teyla says.

"We'll take it."

"Suit yourself. That'll be thirty five for the night."

John makes quick work of paying Rodney but he has to force himself to ignore the slight tingle when the tips of their fingers brush together. It has nothing to do, he tells himself, with the kissably crooked mouth or the hair that's curled almost delicately just above the nape of Rodney's pale neck.

Rodney stares at John for just a moment too long and John knows that he felt it too, but he pushes the thought out of his mind. "Right," Rodney says, clearing his throat. "If you'll just... follow me, I'll take you to your room."

It isn't easy, John thinks, to not stare at the barely-there outline of Rodney's ass. The baggy pants do a good job at concealing what's really underneath, but John sees enough to know what he wouldn't mind sliding into it.

He's halfway hard when Rodney slips the key card into the lock and pushes the door open. The hotel room is as nondescript and boring as every other hotel he's ever stayed in and after a quick once over, John's eyes return to Rodney just in time to catch Rodney staring. Again.

John can't help but smirk just a little.

Rodney flushes beautifully; he turns pink from the tips of his ears all the way down to his neck as he averts his eyes. "I um... I'll leave you to it, but if you need anything..."

"I know where to find you," John says.

Rodney nods, turns away and practically sprints down the hall.

---

The couch is worse than the one in their apartment, John decides as he tosses and turns, trying to find a comfortable position. Teyla and Ronon are already fast asleep, sprawled out comfortably on the large bed. John hates them just a little; he would have been more comfortable sleeping in the car.

He gives it another ten minutes and when he's no closer to sleep, he climbs off the couch and stalks out of the room, cursing Ronon and his ability to sleep anywhere and Teyla for being... well, for being Teyla.

He doesn't know where he's going and he's not sure what he's doing until he steps into the lobby.

Rodney's sitting at the front desk, hunched over something and John's cock twitches to life almost immediately.

"Hey," he calls before he can stop himself.

Rodney startles and looks up, blue eyes wide in surprise. "Uh... what... did you need something?"

He does, but John really doesn't know if it's something Rodney's willing to give but it doesn't stop him from slinking over to the desk. "What are you working on?" He asks conversationally. Mentally, he's kicking his own lame ass.

"Nothing that can't wait until later," Rodney says and then he flushes again and John can read the worry on his face; he's wondering if he's misjudged the situation.

"Cool," John says lazily. "You know, the couches in these rooms really suck."

"Yeah," Rodney agrees, clearing his throat just a little. He looks nervous and excited so John relaxes just a little bit.

"Don't happen to know a place that's a little more comfortable, do you?"

"As a matter of fact..." Rodney says.

---

Kissing Rodney is exactly like John thought it would be; his lips are incredibly kissable, but he's clumsy and awkward. It should turn John off, but it strangely enough, it doesn't. It just leaves him wanting more.

When they break apart, Rodney's breathing heavily, shoulders and chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. His mousy brown hair is soaked to his forehead because even though it's a million and five degrees outside, apparently hotels don't believe in air conditioning their employee break room.

"It's hot as fuck," Rodney complains.

"Gonna get hotter," John says and leans forward, capturing Rodney's lips again.

---

The next time they break apart, Rodney's naked and writhing beneath John. He's about two thrusts away from shamelessly humping John's leg as John takes his time undressing himself.

"Torture," Rodney wheezes.

John responds by leaning over and swallowing Rodney's cock.

It's effective in shutting him up.

At least for a minute.

--

John has had a series of one night stands before. Plenty of college guys--and girls because he's not picky--but none have been as vocal about being fucked as Rodney.

When John finally slides in between those round ass cheeks, Rodney moans and whines and pleads and begs. He arches against John, crying out for more, more, more and John doesn't hold back. He thrusts against Rodney over and over, burying himself deeper and deeper each time.

"Fuck, Rodney," John gasps and he can already feel the orgasm building low in his belly. It hasn't been this quick since the first time Kenny Lewis blew him in the passenger seat of his uncle's van, but it doesn't matter because he can feel Rodney already trembling beneath him, his cock red and weeping between them.

He's close, but Rodney's closer.

Rodney's whimpering now and clinging to John harder with every thrust. He'll have marks and bruises for days, he thinks, but it's worth it when Rodney cries out and John feels the warm spray of come on his chest.

He leans down and buries his face against Rodney's neck as he rocks his hips desperately, torn between needing to come and wanting to prolong it.

He tries to hold out, but suddenly he's coming hard enough that his vision goes hazy and when he's finally spent, he collapses on top of Rodney, breathing heavily.

John rolls off of Rodney after a minute and reaches for his discarded boxers to clean himself up. It feels wrong to just dress and go, so instead, he slumps back against the couch beside Rodney, their shoulders brushing occasionally. John thinks he should say something, but he isn't sure what.

It's Rodney who breaks the ice.

"That was..."

"Yeah," John agrees. "I should..."

"Yeah."

John doesn't move.

---

When John jogs into the lobby late the next morning to check out, he's surprised to find Rodney still hunched behind the counter, staring at a text book. He doesn't seem to hear John approach, so John clears his throat, grinning when Rodney jumps at the sound.

"What?"

John drops the key card onto the counter and slides it towards him. "Just thought I'd come say goodbye. We're heading out."

"Where to?"

"Long Beach... four days of nothing but surf and sand."

"Thrilling," Rodney says dryly. He takes the key card and clicks the computer keys. "You um... come this way often?"

"Just once a year," John says and he thinks he imagines Rodney's face falling just a little.

"Well then..." Rodney says.

"Yeah," John agrees. "I uh... my friends are waiting for me at the car, but I just..."

"You should go."

"Yeah. I..." John sighs and turns. He takes a step toward the doorway and then stops. "Hey Rodney?"

"Yeah?"

"Maybe... maybe on our way back through..." He trails off.

Rodney looks hopeful. "If you need anything..."

"I know where to find you," John grins before he turns and walks out of the lobby.

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Of Monsters and Men

Chapter 6- Betrayer Moon

Summary: Temeria holds a beast that has been said to have slaughtered many. With the sweet sound of coins offered you’re ready for another wild hunt.

Warnings: lil smut we starting out with, gore and blood as per usual, fluff 

Masterlist

Outside the winds are cold and snowy as the night cascades its great darkness over the land of the Continent. But none of that holds any kind of significance as you lay in the warm bed of a village tavern, Geralt's muscular body pressing flush against your heated skin. You hold tightly onto the tousled bed sheets as he thrusts into you over and over again, nothing but the sweet sounds of his grunts and your pleasant moaning filling the darkly lit room but for a simple fire in the hearth.

He deliciously rocks you into the mattress as he gently kisses your sweaty temple, sending bolts of electricity coursing throughout your entire being as you await your building climax. With each new thrust of Geralt's manhood into your entrance, you try and hold back a scream but to no avail. He quickly silences you with a heated kiss, both of your tongues dancing in the dark with one another as he pushes your legs apart even more, his large body taking you all in.

He's a lot to handle but you can take it, no matter what he throws at you. Soon he's a moaning mess as he dumps his load into your clenching walls, hitting your own high just the same, you suddenly claw at his back as he pumps himself into you a couple more times before slowly leaning up to take a good look at your blissfully beautiful face. He gently pulls out of you, falling onto the bed at your side as the both of lay in silence, the only viable sounds coming from your heavy breaths and the crackling of the fireplace.

"So, I heard something interesting today." You begin, turning on your side to lean yourself into his chest as he stares at the ceiling, a satisfied smirk gracing his handsome features.

"Do tell." He quietly mumbles.

"I was conversing with some of the whores by the market today, asking about what interesting creatures have met their eyes and whatnot. When wouldn't you know it, another Witcher had come through this very village." He raises an eyebrow, curiosity catching his interest quick, "Said he fled Temeria with some miners coin when his ass was supposed to be killing their monster. I think foul play." You inquire, absentmindedly running your fingers over his battle scars, Geralt's intrigued by your words but is honestly enjoying himself too much to care about anything else at the moment.

Sighing in deep content he shifts his golden gaze onto you, "Tonight I will blissfully ignore my problems." He muses, closing his eyes as you continue to lightly trail your fingers against his skin, "Just uh...keeping doing that." A drunken smile gracing his sweaty face, as you break out into a grin while your eyes fully take in his glistening muscular form that's laying butt-ass naked right next to you. Oh, how did you get so lucky with a man like him?

The rest of the night is spent inside one another here and there, until you both fall asleep in an exhausted heap of tangled limbs and messy blankets. The next morning you two get dressed and head for Temeria, Geralt wisely leaving Roach with the stable boy until you both come back to retrieve her, whenever that may be.

The hike to Temeria went rather smoothly, no one to bother you and the cold of the winter weather doing nothing to freeze you, considering you're practically immune to feeling cold, another wondrous perk of being half vampire.

As you walk out of the shadowy woodland you look up to see a large abandoned castle stout upon the top of a rocky hill, thick forest surrounding it. Looking ahead you notice as the trail suddenly dives into the earth, lamps held up by steel poles guiding the way in, but before this you stop to read over a poster pinned to a wooden pole.

"Temeria, realm of monsters and cowardly kings." You turn to Geralt with an amused smirk upon your face, "Well it's nice to know they don't hold anything back." You laugh before turning to walk down the descending trail, Geralt smiling as he watches you go.

Your time in the mines was a quick one, the miners and the kings men on the verge of a tiny battle that was stopped by Geralt's calm inquisition. The high guard or whoever the fuck, lead you and your Witcher out of the mines and into the shadowy snow covered woods, you're guessing with interior motives but nonetheless you follow.

As you're walking next to Geralt, with the kingsmen on their steeds to either side of you; all of a sudden you catch the scent of another being lurking in the shadows. Another heartbeat thudding in the night, then not even ten seconds later do the guards fall from their horses, enchanted by some sleeping spell. Geralt quickly pulls out his silver sword as you bare your opened hands, emitting crackling purple lighting from your fingertips, this is sorcery at play and you know just how to fight it if need be.

"You can put down your sword...and calm your lightning. I'm not here to hurt you." Speaks a woman's calm voice, her shadowed silhouette walking into view.

"Says the witch hiding in the woods." Mutters Geralt defensively, sword still held out in front of him as you slowly lower your hands, dissipating away the lightning. You can tell this mage has come with no ill intent, even if you don't adherently feel very fond of such beings, you're wise enough to understand that not all are terrible.

"Sorceress." Corrects the curly haired woman.

"Witch." He growls darkly, you lightly touch him on the shoulder, silently asking him to calm is unneeded anger, he slowly brings his sword to his side.

"Triss Merigold. I serve King Foltest." She serenely replies. A simple mage.

"So he makes a show of kicking us out...then sends his errand girl to slip me some coin so we kill his monster." Proclaims Geralt smartly, believing he's just figured her out.

"Not a very original plan for a king." You add, your brows furrowing in thought.

"It's my plan. My coin. And I don't want you to kill the beast. I want you to help me save it." Assures Triss.

"Save it?" You ask.

Wanting to hear more she takes you both into her area within the castle where she goes into more detail about the happenings in the woods. Geralt leans against a counter as you sit on a wooden table, the both of you facing Triss who stands by a desk and chair directly in front of you.

"Six years ago, stable hands statred vanishing at the castle above the city. Before long, citizens were disappearing throughout all Temeria. Foltest's royal guards soon realized the creature was coming from the crypt where the king's sister Adda is buried. Rumor has it she was having an affair with a young man in town when she died."

oh the drama, you wanted to laugh when she said that but wisely chose against that.

"Was she pregnant?" You finally ask, your curiosity getting the better of you. Maybe that's why this beast is killing people?

"If she were, that would make her child the sole heir to the throne as Foltest never married." Explains Triss as her expression changes to a thoughtful one, "The king fled the castle, ignoring the rising death toll. After Nilfgaard overthrew their king, the Brotherhood couldn't risk it happening again, so they sent me here three months ago to cure the creature."

"Vukodlaks are freak mutations." Says Geralt, mind reeling with what this creature truly is.

"They can't be cured." You add as Triss' brows furrow, "A vukodlak is a type of mutated werewolf, its a beast that conceptualizes in the womb of a dead woman, this woman however must be pregnant. It's rare, but it happens."

"How strange, maybe if I take you to the creatures latest victim then you might have some understanding as to what it actually is."

"Worth a try."

Triss leads you and Geralt through the pre-burial section under the castle where all the dead lay awaiting their final home in the ground. The place reeks of death, spices to mask the dead smell, and too many salts and herbs doing their part to delay the decomposition process.

"Two thousand orens if either of you can tell me what exactly killed these people." Says Triss as all three of you scan over the cloaked bodies laying on wooden tables.

"You didn't want the people to know that it bested a Witcher. And you let them believe that he fled with their coin." Mutters Geralt.

"You two clearly weren't acquainted." At the end of the long cavernous room does she stop at a stone tub of white salt and sand, you can smell the dead man underneath. You walk past both of them before standing in front of the tub.

Taking a breath, you reach down to wipe away the white sand until the caved in chest of the fallen Witcher is revealed. You stick your hand inside the opened chest cavity to gather a mental image of what could be missing. You look over at a curious Geralt, "His hearts missing along with his liver."

"Only one creature I know is that picky an eater. A striga." Explains Geralt while you remove your wandering hand from within the broken rib cage to wipe it off on your pants. You then turn back around to face Triss and Geralt, noting how the mages face begins morphing into that of befuddlement.

"Strigas are old wives' tales." She replies, not completely sure of herself.

You shrug, "They're very rare as are the vukodlak, but they can happen. However the only way to make one is through a curse." You add, crimson eyes trailing over the mutilated body of the dark haired Witcher. So this is really what became of that other Witcher, better him then Geralt, nonetheless he fought bravely.

"Someone wanted Adda dead." Realizes Triss as Geralt hums in agreement.

"But the curse didn't stop with Adda. It turned her daughter into a monster." Triss' head tilts in surprised puzzlement at your troubling knowledge.

"Her daughter?"

"Strigas are female. This striga's a princess." Concludes Geralt with a sigh, his gaze searching for your own perplexed expression as you turn around to face him and Triss who still looks rather disturbed.

"Well then, lets see if this king of yours is willing to let us help." You quip at Triss as you begin leading the way out of the large burial room. "Can't be that difficult now can it?"

——

"Miss Merigold, you were dispatched to settle a family affair, not to enlist a mutant mercenary and a rouge hybrid for a game of sleuthing." Argues one of the kings guardsmen as King Foltest hungrily rips apart a turkey leg, rather disgustingly if you're being honest. He even smells of meat and sweat.

"This is no game, Captain. Tonight is a full moon, Geralt and Y/N have already proved themselves to be invaluable. We believe we can cure the creature." Implores Triss urgently as she vouches for you, Geralt, and her pertinent point at hand. You just lean yourself against the rooms wallpaper as Geralt stands next to you, feeling a bit doubtful that she'll be able to convince any of them.

"You say she's a girl. Then you will refer to her as Her Royal Highness." Directs the kings guard before his other man, who instructed for you and Geralt to leave Temeria only yesterday, walks over to give his two cents.

"Segelin." He says introducing himself before continuing, "I believe urgency warrants flexibility in a court decorum. The Witcher's theory is nonsense. Princess Adda was the people's angel. Who'd wish to murder her?" Implores the man Segelin as his eyes wander over to you and then to Geralt, eyeing you both suspiciously.

"What about her lover?" You inquire, folding your arms over your leather armored chest.

"Seditious rumors. Idle courtesans trading out boredom for jealousy." Quickly replies the kings guardsman giving you a distasteful look.

"Perhaps if you'd call off your guards, if we were able to search the abandoned castle, we could find clues as to who cursed her." Explains Triss, attempting to convince the king. That's not a bad idea.

"Except, these two monster hunters would kill the princess as she sleeps, and collect the miners' coin." Argues Segelin as you simply roll your crimson eyes at the grey bearded man. What's got water up his breeches?

"Call her a princess. Call her a unicorn if you'd like to." Begins Geralt, "She grew inside Adda, feeding on her petrified womb."

"Have you no respect?!" Shouts the guardsmen defensively, the king just continues his gruesome assault on his turkey leg as he listens.

"Mutating. Growing for years till she got so hungry..." Geralt steps closer, the guardsmen laying a quick hand upon the hilt of his sheathed sword as Geralt continues unfazed, "she was forced to slither out. Rotten muscle, bent bones, two spidery legs, claws dragging in the dirt." You watch in satisfaction as the kings eyes flash with disgust. You've got him.

"An overgrown abortion." You add shrewdly, pushing yourself off of the wall as you walk next to the long table, the kings face cast down in deep thought as the other men throw you nasty glares.

"Enough." He snaps, setting down his half eaten leg of turkey.

"Your Highness?" Begins the loyal concerned guardsmen.

"Leave." Growls the king menacingly, his men nodding before making their way for the door, Triss, Geralt, and you following.

Opening up the door first, Geralt politely opens it, offering his hand for the others to follow out, you giving him a wink as you tail the guardsmen who's last to leave. As soon as you reach the doors entrance you quickly shove the guardsmen into the hallway before Geralt quickly shuts the doors on all of them, making sure to lock it as they shout their angry protests.

You listen to the pounding on the wood as you calmly walk past Geralt to the right side of the long table, leaning your hand onto the clothed wood as he casually rests an arm over a great oaken chair, opposite of the king.

"Who's the princess' father?" Immediately asks Geralt with a curious tilt of his head, the king glaring bitterly.

"My men will kill you two, bastards." He warns darkly, Geralt pulls his arm away from the chair to slowly approach him, you standing your ground while he walks past you.

Eyeing up the plump king, you slowly drag your fingers over the wood while taking small steps closer, "Your threats don't shake me, but it's funny...you learn your sister was murdered, and you didn't even flinch." Your sly remark has the king's eyes staring daggers at his roast turkey, while Geralt hums in agreement, walking himself towards a window before turning around to lean himself on a wooden cabinet as he faces the king.

"But the moment I mention the girl's father.." King Foltest purses his lips together, his eyes downcast onto the floor, "Why were you never married?" Questions Geralt smoothly, the king lets out a sigh as he leans back into his chair.

"You are speaking to a king." He proclaims with no heat is in his words, other then something else that he seems to be hiding from you both.

"That's exactly my point. Why not produce your own heir? Why not kill the striga and avoid this revolt? Why drag this all out?" Suggests Geralt, his brows furrowing together at the strange reason for everything that's happened. You walk over closer to the king, his beady eyes following you the whole time, you've already figured out the possible truth. And why must it be so disgusting too?

Raising an eyebrow, you reveal a small smirk to the glaring king, "Between the three of us, and I would dare not tell...who is the striga's father?" King Foltest appears to want to say something, almost willing to answer your question. But instead he looks to the window as he slowly rises from his seat, bringing his gaze back over to Geralt.

"I remember hearing stories about Witcher's when I was a child." He says, voice low and gravely while eying up Geralt, turning his sullen gaze upon you now, "And that of dhampirs. Is it true what they say? That you're neither living nor dead, unkillable but for silver?" Sneers the sweaty king, anger emitting from his every word, "That the mutations that grant Witcher's their...abilities. Also erase your emotions? Must be." He criticizes sharply eyeing the two of you with hate, "Cause only a person devoid of all heart could accuse a brother of bedding his murdered sister while urging him to kill her." Suddenly the doors burst open, a small handful of yelling guards racing in with their weapons bared, you don't even flinch as a second later the king throws a hand into the air, silently commanding them to halt.

He turns to you then back to Geralt, "Leave Temeria. Never return." His command is noted as Geralt gives him a nod before turning to walk out the door. You follow suit and smile at a nervous guard who looks like he might have just shit himself. The both of you silently walk out of the castle, deciding to make a new plan of attack.

——

Crouching on the roof of the abandoned castle as the wind and snow blows past your face, you slowly crawl closer to the front gates. Where two incredibly anxious guards converse about how much longer their post is until they may leave. Quietly you pull out a loose piece of the castles roofing, before chucking it into the direction of a crow where the bird and the ceiling make a loud rackety noise as they take off elsewhere. To your utter satisfaction the two nervous guards yell and book it down the cobblestone pathway and away from the castle.

Well that was easy enough.

Pleased with your harmless mischievousness, you decide to find your own way into the castle while Geralt takes the front entrance. You find a broken rotting part in the roofs wooden beamed structure where you then purposefully slip through, falling down to the floor, catching yourself at the very last moment as you levitate your body the rest of the way for a silent and painless landing.

The castle smells of mystery and dead rats as you walk quietly throughout the gloomy thing, suddenly your ears pricking to the sounds of Geralt and Triss rummaging around in someone's room down the hall. With a smirk upon your lips you stalk closer, listening to them speak about letters from Adda's mother as they both begin walking for the door.

As soon as you catch sight of Triss' oblivious face do you finally make yourself known, turning your skin the color of bluish pale grey, the whites of your eyes turning to black as your scarlet irises practically glow red. You hiss, baring your pearly white fangs, her face contorts into pure dreadful fear as she lets out a surprised scream. Geralt suddenly rushing to her side, his magic at the ready before his concerned face slackens to throw you an amused glare.

Cackling you turn back into your more presentable self, "You two find anything?" You wheeze as Triss gathers her bearings.

Breathing heavily she practically stares daggers at you, "Oh yes, just a fucking heart attack!" She breathlessly retorts, throwing you a harsh glare as Geralt walks past her. The corners of his lips pulling up into a smirk as he catches your entertained gaze, you smiling back at him like a fool in love.

"You're an ass." She mutters, shaking her head at you while she follows Geralt down the dreary shadowed hallway. An enthralled grin upon your beaming features as you tail behind them.

——

Once back inside Triss' lair of sorts within the castle walls, unbeknownst to King Foltest, the three of you let Segelin in on what they found in the ruined castle. He stands, eyes cast onto the letters, "A Queen Mother cursing her own children for their affair." He plops the old papers onto a table, "This could destroy the throne." He says dismally while leaning, both hands pressed to the wooden table.

"Sancia wanted Adda to get rid of the child." Says Geralt, concluding all that appears to be written down in those letters between Adda and her Queen Mother.

"It seems she refused. Repeatedly." Adds Triss while you all stare at the back of the man.

Segelin sighs, "And now she's taken that curse with her to the grave."

Triss clasps her hands together, "You've served the family for decades. Was Sancia involved in dark sorcery of any kind?"

He turns to look at her, "No. Of course not." His expression reveals no faults, yet you feel something is not right here. He's not nearly surprised enough about all of this.

Touching a dangling green plant that hangs out over a wooden cupboard, you raise a brow at him, "What was your relationship to Adda?"

He rests his hands casually against the long desk behind him, "Well, I like to think that she saw me as a confidant." He smiles, "And a protector, even. We used to talk at great length about her troubles. She could be very naïve."

"She ever mention her brother?" Asks Geralt from his place by the wall, a foot or so away from you and Triss' plants.

Segelin looks down at the letters, "Certainly not like this."

"She was ashamed." Says Triss as Segelin turns to face her.

"Or she was frightened. What if the relationship was not.." He pauses a moment like he can't even bring himself to say it, his eyes trail over the three of you, "..consensual?"

Geralt hums in thought at this indeed interesting bout of information, he looks to Segelin, "You think he raped Adda, then cursed the child to cover it up?"

"Well, kings have done more for less."

Geralt's eyes fall elsewhere, "True." He mutters as you mull over everything previously said. This doesn't sit right with you at all.

You take a step away from the plants, "There's only one wrinkle, though." Both Triss and Geralt watch as you stand almost threateningly in front of Segelin, they have not a clue what you're doing. The greying man eyes you nervously, you narrow your eyes at him, "Your scent was on her sheets."

Triss takes a step foreward, "Y/N?"

Your crimson eyes never leave him once, "Old ones...and new ones."

He leans away from you, "What would I be doing in a dead girl's bed?" He accuses, face shifted into a repulsed grimace. You lean in closer so that your mouth remains mere inches from his ear, he's visibly uncomfortable.

"I smelt what you were doing."

You move backwards to stand in from of the conflicted man, he says not a single word as you patiently wait for him to break. The moment lasts a couple seconds more, you can hear how loud his heart is pounding within his chest. His lip quivers, breathing increasing with anxiousness, "Foltest had no right!" Shouts the angered man while you scowl and step away, "He seduced Adda! Abused his position. He was always nagging her for attention. Always nagging! But he didn't love her....I did."

"You cursed the woman you loved?" Denounces Triss like a disappointed mother.

Segelin shakes his head, "I cursed Foltest, not her."

"Countless are dead because of your jealousy."

"Countless are dead because of Foltest!" Protests Segelin, "He spoiled Adda with his seed. He refuses to kill this striga. He lies to his people. And yet you wag your finger in my face."

"If you wanted him to suffer, you could have just exposed the affair." Counters Triss while the three of you stare down the heated man.

"And hurt Adda?" He says softly, "Never. Her memory will not be sullied, not while I'm alive to protect it." Geralt glances from you to him.

"Tell us how to lift the curse."

Segelin pauses a moment before looking defiantly up at your Witcher, "No. Foltest will watch as Temeria turns against him. Just as he turned Adda against me." Geralt hums in response.

Fed up with his excuses you walk up to him, he slightly cowers back before keeping straight again, a snobby expression upon his greying features before you crack him across the temple. Sending him falling to the ground in an instant as he plunges into unconsciousness.

"Y/N." You turn to face Triss.

"What? You were all thinking it."

——

Waiting atop the crumbling castle roof where this striga is soon to be, you watch from above as Geralt and King Foltest speak about how you and him will handle the princess. He gives the king Renfri's brooch as a gift for the princess incase Geralt does not live to see the light of day. You watch the king and his men finally leave, letting Geralt enter the dying castle as he looks up towards the roof for a second before turning his gaze for the wooden doors.

Taking the same route as earlier in the day, you soon find yourself in Adda's room. Segelin tied pathetically to the wooden beams of the dead princess' bed as your unwilling captive. Geralt brooding by the window as he thinks of what to do next, none of you truly having a solid clue as to what should be done about this royal striga. You watch when the greying man glares at you, blood smeared across his lips from your abrupt assault not even an hour ago.

"The both of you! This is madness!" He cries angrily, tugging at his cloth restraints, "What are we doing here? What's happening?" He wonders while searching desperately around the room for a nonexistent answer.

"How can we lift the curse." Mutters Geralt, his leather armored back to you and Segelin.

Segelin shakes his head, "No! This is not right. Foltest must pay for what he did." Whines Segelin once more, you simply fold your arms in irritation as the man looks to you for a sign that you care, which you most defiantly don't.

Rolling your eyes, you scowl at him, "You're already too blind to even comprehend your own faults. This is what you get for your childish actions." You mutter bitterly as he glares hopelessly at you, frustration clearly evident on his dirty face.

"Carry me out. I order you." Demands Segelin as Geralt turns around to face the desperate man. "Tell us how to lift the curse." He orders, Segelin huffs in frustration, avoiding Geralt's intimidating gaze.

In a blur of black and grey your hand is suddenly around his neck as his eyes go wide in stunned alarm, your squeeze isn't enough to choke him, but you're hopeful it's enough to change his mind. "I'd advise you to listen well, your life is already standing on the edge of a knife." You hiss maliciously in his ear before releasing him, he lets out a dramatic gasp as his wide eyes follow your every movement.

He turns his attention from you to Geralt as his mouth opens to finally answer, "Sh-She was hiding from the Brotherhood. She sold me a lamb....Sh-She told me to wait until a full moon, to wait and then to kill it." He stammers, Geralt crouching down to meet his eye level, "And then I recited some silly chant. And then I bathed in the lamb's blood until sunrise. Until the rooster crowed three times. And that is all. I swear. I swear. Now please let us leave." Begs Segelin desperately as he fruitlessly pulls against his constraints, your face falling into a frown, understanding immediately what this idiot has done.

"What was the chant?" Wonders Geralt, his brows furrowing in thought while he stares daggers at Segelin who looks down in frustration.

"Uh..It was years ago." Protests Segelin as he tries to think up the chant, "It was Elven. Um..." Suddenly he begins reciting an Elven curse, your eyes going wide in realization as Geralt shares a quick wary glance with you before racing over to his bag of potions, earning a confused expression from the bound man.

"Wh-what is it? The..I...I've done what's been asked. What more can I do?" He wonders in blissful ignorance as you let out a pissed off huff of air.

"You've done more than enough you perverted fool, unless you can keep a fucking striga out of her crypt until a fucking rooster crows three times." You snap while unsheathing your dagger, his face falling in frightened understanding as Geralt fumbles around with his potions, trying to find the right one to take before the action starts.

Segelin's eyes go downcast, his whole aurora turning to pure dread, "You're gonna have to fight it till dawn." He murmurs softly, staring at the far wall as Geralt downs a potion, his eyeballs turning into two pools of inky darkness. You turn, hastily walking for the door as Geralt quickly follows behind you.

"No. No. Come back here! Please. Please! You'd leave a man bound to die in such indignity?" He cries desperately, pulling on his restraints but to no avail.

"You're not a man." Growls Geralt as he takes his place by your side, the two of you walking down the dreary hallway as the snow falls lightly from outside the nearby broken windows, you catching the scent of the beast on the cool night air.

"Remember not to kill the princess, Y/N" Implores your Witcher with a smirk, you simply roll your eyes.

"We'll see if you can last till dawn my love, I don't doubt it." You retort, a suggestive tone hidden in your voice that's most definitely caught by Geralt.

The hallway breaks off into another section of the abandoned castle, you giving him a nod before turning in that direction, deciding it best to take on the royal beast from two sides if he gets caught up in some trouble. You silently walk down the dusty corridor past rotting wood and broken glass, cracked pieces of stone and the occasional human bones.

The enthralling shriek of the striga bellows throughout the castle walls, it's high pitched scratchy scream sounding like a knife that's stabbed you in the ears. Without another thought you race down the entrance-way towards the sounds of a great messy struggle, the princess has found Geralt, and she doesn't seem too pleased.

Turning round another stony corner, you halt dead in your tracks as your scarlet eyes zero in on the striga who's completely manhandling your Witcher, throwing him this way and that, deflecting every punch he's throwing at her. He suddenly rips a lamp from the wall and uses it to crack her across the side of her grotesque wrinkly head. She stumbles back at the violent impact, pain running throughout her body before she quickly recovers, hurling him backwards with a fiercely strong blow.

As Geralt falls onto his back you swiftly race down the hallway as the striga climbs on top of his armored body. She doesn't hear you coming, or when you electrocute her without warning, sending her flying into the nearby wall as she screeches in pain. You stop to help Geralt up, your right hand crackling with energy as he stands and glances down at the light emitting from it, then over to the pissed off princess. Who almost immediately recovers from her abrupt assault, she stands, her umbilical cord dragging as she stalks over towards the two of you.

In an instant she charges, a piercing scream sending your ears into agony at the frantic noise as Geralt lunges for her, grabbing her shoulders as he throws her against the brick wall.

For the next couple hours would you and Geralt take turns beating on the striga, down this hallway and that, into doors and wooden walls, crashing into cabinets and breaking more cracked windows through the struggle. Every fucking time she would recover and throw it back at you ten fold, like nothing had even happened in the first place.

Racing across the hall to Geralt's aid, you electrocute the royal beast just before she's about to bite into his exposed jugular, she falls back as you get closer, preparing to hopefully knock her ugly face unconscious for a while. You're slowly getting more and more fatigued with every couple minutes that fly by, this fucking striga giving you a real run for your money. No matter how much stamina you have.

But as you get within a few feet from her, she whips around, slashing you across the face with her razor sharp claws. Sending you flying into the wall as a hot stream of blood pours out of your freshly opened wounds. Dazed, you try and raise yourself from the ground and watch as Geralt gets pinned down by the striga once again. You blink back your blurry vision, painfully raising your hand as lightning brightly emits from your opened palm and fingertips just as Geralt uses his magic to break the stone flooring from right out under him.

Himself and the striga immediately falling through the broken floor and straight to the crypts below. Rising to your feet, you can feel as your facial wounds begin to fuse the skin back together again, your injury a thing of the past except for the strips of blood that mark it's path.

You hastily limp over to the hole in the ground, looking down to find Geralt laying in the rubble before slowly getting up. Without another thought, you jump down, landing hard on a pile of rocks as the unconscious striga lays motionless next to you. Pulling yourself up from the wreckage, you tiredly shuffle over to the center of the room as Geralt puts an enchantment onto the doorways so that the creature cannot escape.

"I don't know about you but I could think of ten different ways we could have spent tonight." You jest, breathing heavily as you hold onto your aching side, Geralt hums in reply before turning around and freezing, his face morphing into wariness as he gives you a concerned look. You turn around to see what's bothering him, only to find absolutely nothing, which is most definitely the problem.

"Oh fuck." You whisper as Geralt cautiously walks over to you, the both of you looking around the room as you stand back to back.

You hear a dull rapid thudding of a heartbeat before suddenly the striga jumps down from the crumbling ceiling to pounce at Geralt, she lands, whipping her hand across your chest as she picks him up, throwing him into the nearby stone pillar. You stumble back at the abrupt impact, watching as Geralt gets his ass beat by the pissed off striga, it throws him into another pillar, quickly turning around to race for the open doorway. But before it can get through, the white force field knocks her back, she snaps around once more shrieking in rage, bolting on all fours towards Geralt.

You pull your bruised and tired body onto your feet, reaching your hands out to send volts of hot white lightning into the vessel of the striga, sending her into a cruel stone pillar as she screeches in misery. When you look to your left a beautiful streak of orange sunrise emits from an opened spot in the roof, you breath heavily as the striga and Geralt take notice of the sunlight. Your eyes go wide as the creature races for the safety of her dirty crypt, you trailing behind her as Geralt jumps to his feet to follow.

Your boots pound against the gravely stone of the abandoned crypts as you valiantly throw yourself onto the furious princess while she attempts to launch herself into her resting place, she falls into the wall as your hands smack onto the cracked floor.

"Get in the fucking crypt!" You scream at Geralt as he makes a mad dash for the opened tomb, heeding to your rushed words without a second thought.

You watch as he falls into the stony coffin and shutting it just as the striga launches herself onto the thing, her cries and horrid wails sounding noisily throughout the large drafty room. Picking up a fist sized rock you chuck it at her, cracking her perfectly across the back of her grotesque head.

"Your royal pain-in-the-ass, come and get me." You taunt, lightning crackling from your fingertips as the angry princess snaps her attention to you.

She jumps down and immediately pummels you into the rocks as you send harrowing sparks of electricity into her body that thankfully throws her backwards, your vision going blurry once again. Gods your head hurts. Dark spots cloud your sight as you rest on the rocks in exhaustion, your side most definitely hurting as your eyes flutter closed.

You awaken to the sounds of Geralt as he opens up the tomb and steps out to walk over towards the princess, a concerned and astonished expression crossing over his dirty features. Pushing some ruble from your legs you finally stand and slowly walk down the small stairway as Geralt leans down to see if the princess is actually okay, considering her naked mud covered self is facing away from you both.

You can hear as her heartbeat picks up in pace, but before you're able to warn him, the princess turns around and in a confused rage pins him to the ground just as she sinks her teeth into the side of his neck. She falls back in fear as Geralt's pained gaze finds your own bloody face while you race to his side. Your eyes going wide as he lays upon the stony ground, blood seeping out from his mouth and ripped neck as you try and put pressure on it.

Tears slowly begin building up in your shimmering irises, "No. No. No...Geralt, look at me...look at me." You desperately plea as his golden eyes try and stay open for you, but he's slipping as more blood spurts out from his wounds, "Don't you fucking leave me you prick, not now of all times, or places. Geralt!" You cry as his eyelids flutter shut, his breathing slowing down as you try and cover his bleeding neck the best you can, not sure what to do. If you leave and try to get help he'll bleed to death, but if you stay then his chances are less grim but still uncertain.

Your mind swirls with what's the best course of action when suddenly you hear the rushed steps of Triss coming to your aid, and just in the nick of time.

——

Leaning yourself into the welcoming comfort of Triss' plush lounge chair, you watch as she mixes some more healing ingredients into a marble bowl at her work counter. You touch the side of your torso where a white linen wrap tightly hugs around your aching side where you fell on Geralt's silver sword. It throbs under your soft touch, but due to your immaculate healing capabilities your wounds will not bother you in a couple days time.

Turning your head lazily to the right to find a sleeping Geralt laying on the bed, recovering from his own injuries, you idly smile at his peaceful yet considerably less dirty form. Suddenly his eyes fly open, a puzzled expression upon his handsome features as Triss calmly turns around.

She smiles fondly at him, "Your scars. You heal quite nicely, if not for Y/N's blood you would most certainly be dead." She concludes knowingly as Geralt gives her a confused look, "She dropped some of her blood into your wounds to speed up the healing process. It was more effective then I had first realized." He turns to face you, a relieved sigh escaping from his parted lips.

You smile back at him, "Don't worry about the princess, she'll be fine, Triss has arranged for her to stay with the Sisters of Melitele." You chime in with a shrug, "Also she had her first bath."

"You should know Foltest issued a statement. The honorable Lord Ostrit gave his life to slay the vukodlak. Miners are gathering ore for a statue." Adds Triss with a grin as Geralt attempts to get up, "Anyone else would've killed the princess. You both chose not to." She finishes as Geralt painfully rises into a sitting position, a grimace upon his sweaty face.

"We'll take our coin now. I need to get back to my horse." Grunts your eager Witcher as he sits on the side of the bed, pressing his hand against his wrapped torso. Triss only grins in reply, walking over to hand him the leather sack of coins. He quickly takes it with a nod, Triss turning to flash you a knowing smile before excusing herself from the area.

Turning to Geralt with a frown, you search for his eyes as they glance around the room before landing on you, "Lay down you idiot, I watched you bleed out and go as pale as a ghost." You lightly argue, he sets the coins onto the makeshift bed as he finds your frowning gaze once more, "If I hadn't been there to give you some of my blood...fuck...you'd be dead. So don't you dare try and get up or I'll give you a reason to be in pain."

His stern face suddenly breaks out into an amused grin, "I'd rather not face your wrath my dear, although I wouldn't mind a couple more hours here if you decide to lay next to me." He suggests with pleading eyes, ones that know exactly how to win you over.

Leaning into the soft back of your seat, you cross your arms over your chest, "You're sweating, honestly still smell a bit, and your sheets are stained with blood..." You add with an inquiring raise of your brow, "How could I ever say no to such an alluring offer?" He breaks out into a beaming smile at your humored words, his heart just about fluttering in his muscular chest as you suddenly rise to your feet, walking over to him before crawling over to his other side near the wall. You turn to face him, a hand propped up against your head while you watch him lay down once again. His back touches the mattress as he turns his head to face you, a blissful smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

"Yes. That's the face right there, the suave steely golden eyes that I've fallen in love with. No matter how beat up you get...you still make me feel things."

"What kind of things, hmm?" He wonders with a lazy smirk as he watches your face break out into a small smile.

Trailing your delicate touch over his old scars, you look over to him with tired eyes, "Things I wouldn't even dare share with the very stars in the sky, nor the moon herself. And I tell her everything." You muse before leaning over to kiss his exposed shoulder. You listen as he hums in delight while you scoot yourself close enough that your whole body is flush against his, "Just sleep for now, love. You've had quite the rough night...and that's putting it lightly. I honestly thought for a moment that...that uh...I might have lost you." He searches for your hand, holding it tightly as a small way to comfort you while he locks eyes with your own downcast ones.

"I wouldn't dare think of ever leaving you alone in this world, not for a second. Y/N you mean more to me then all the coins and jewels combined, more then...uh..."

Laughing you shift your face to gently kiss his bare shoulder before looking up at him once again, "Geralt, there's not a lot of things that you love. That's honestly some short list you've got there...but it matters not, I'm your favorite person in the world and that's all I need to know."

He smiles adoringly at your closing eyes, sleep tenderly calling to you by the second as you hug him closer. He stays silent, wanting to listen to the calming thumps of your relaxed heart beat as your mind drifts into slumber. Closing his own tired eyes, he finally lets sleep take him into darkness where no monsters of any kind wait to hurt him. He's safe in your arms as you're safe in his, the two of you blissfully enjoying one another's company after a taxing hunt.

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[pillow-anime-talk]

mistletoe. {pt.1}

synopsis: A little joke on Giyuu, making gingerbread cookies with Edward and a date with Ryouta.

# tags: scenarios; christmas!au; current relationships; romance; fluff; sfw

includes: female reader ft. giyuu tomioka {kny} + edward elric {fma} + ryouta kise {knb}

part two {click}

author’s note: for @yvsevie​, my precious smol baby. i love you.

— GIYUU

It was the first Christmas you spent as Pillar, as Giyuu’s girlfriend, and as teacher of your first and also last tsuguko. You didn’t mind spending Christmas like this; frankly, could anyone think of feasting at the moment when bloodthirsty demons and other strange creatures were running around each villages or towns? That’s why you spent your time training in your estate with a young boy who would replace your Ice Pillar position in a few next days, weeks, months or years.

“... We should take a short break, right?” You asked, seeing your successor breathing harder and harder. “I’ll go get something to drink and you can sit on the engawa.” You put your katana into its scabbard and then headed towards your home. However, when you entered the small kitchen, you chuckled at the sight of Giyuu who was sitting at the table, drinking his coffee as if he were at his own home. “Well, hello. Why didn’t you say ‘Hi’ to me earlier?” You asked, taking out two glasses.

“You were training, so I didn’t want to disturb both of you.” He replied calmly, setting the black mug on the wooden table. “Are you two finished yet?”

“We’re taking a break.” You poured cool water and then you stood in front of your dark-haired lover. “You would like to sit with us?”

“Yes, why not.” He smiled gently, then walked with you towards the entrance to the pretty, snowy garden.

When you got outside, however, your frowned as you determined that your heir wasn’t in the garden. Instead of his light blue haori and long blonde hair always pinned up in a ponytail, you noticed a little, white note. So, you picked it up quickly and read the content on the paper:

‘Sorry, sensei! I forgot that I had to help my mom bake a cake for Christmas! So see you tomorrow.

PS. Look up :D’

You frowned, and when you looked up at the wooden roof of your engawa, your cheeks automatically flushed a bit at the sight of a small sprig of mistletoe attached to a wooden beam with a thin string. Giyuu glanced at the same place, and seeing the little plant, he only smiled slightly under his breath.

“Your successor is quite funny, don’t you think?”

“Yes. It is true. He will replace me very well.” You giggled, letting your mouth taste the flavor of coffee and something sweet that you couldn’t identify at first.

Nevertheless, this little joke made you feel the magic of Christmas, despite the lack of a Christmas tree or gifts, and you were incredibly grateful to your beloved student for that.

— EDWARD

“... Edward! Stop throwing flour at me!” You looked imploringly at your fiancé, and he just giggled as he looked away at the huge, metal bowl in which he mixed hot water with powdered sugar to make frosting to decorate your cookies. You sighed softly under your breath, then returned to kneading another dough with your hands. After a while, however, you felt the white dust, commonly known as flour spread around you one more time. “E-Ed! Please!”

“Sorry, sorry!”

“Do it again and I swear you’ll sleep naked outside.” You spoke in a serious tone of voice, even though both of you knew you would never let him freeze to death, much less during the holidays, even more the first holidays that were supposed to be full of guests.

Alphonse and Mei with the smol panda were to appear! Also Roy with Rize and dear major Armstrong. Of course, Winry with her boyfriend, her grandmother and their cute dog were also invited. Gracia with Elicia cannot be forgotten. Mr. and Mrs. Curtis too and even Ling Yao with Lan Fan as well. There were supposed to be many of your loved ones, so you had to make just as many food, cakes and cookies. And Edward didn’t make it easy for you, because instead of helping you, he was throwing flour, sugar, cocoa and edible, colorful sprinkles or glitter at you.

Like for example now; once again you felt something hit your head and it turned out it was a handkerchief, rolled in a small but quite hard ball. So, your hands  slowly backed away, then you wiped them on your red apron and you turned just as slowly towards your boyfriend, smiling at him as if you were telling him you were going to break his neck or crush his long legs. Edward, however, only chuckled and then walked closer to you with the same dumb smile he always had on his lips when he knew he had done something silly but funny.

“Sweetheart, don’t be upset. Christmas isn’t the time to fight! Better look up, my pretty angel.” His broad smirk made you sigh again loudly and loosen your tense arms. Nevertheless, you looked up and the first thing you saw was Edward’s hand holding a small twig of green mistletoe. You glanced at him again, laughing to yourself.

“How old are you to still play this?” You rolled your both eyes and was about to go back to your dark dough, but the blonde man grabbed your waist and pulled your body much closer to his more muscular one. He placed a tender, quite long kiss on your lips, and when the caress was over, Edward rested his forehead against yours.

“I’m old enough to still giving you stupid reasons to keep kissing me.”

— RYOUTA

“It’s... It’s so beautiful here.” You whispered under your breath as you looked around. “W-Woah. I...”

Kise took you for a ride in his car, however, two minutes ago he parked the car on the side of the road and then grabbed your smaller than his hand saying he had a little ‘surprise’ for you. Of course you went with him and it turned out to be a breathtaking view of the city, all lit up with colorful lights and sweet decorations. It was also snowing a bit so everything looked even more magical. You were incredibly surprised, of course most positively.

That’s why you turned to smile at the blonde-haired young man, and he only returned your facial expression, but then coughing delicately so that you would open the shiny eyes you closed a few seconds ago.

“You have a gorgeous smile and I love it the most in the world, but I think...” He started quietly, suddenly taking something green from his coat pocket. After a second it turned out to be mistletoe. You chuckled under your nose and your loved one looked at your flushed face again. “I think I deserve more, princess. All the more so because it’s Christmas day... You know.” He said in an amused, but still gentle and emotional voice, at which you only giggled again, standing on the tips of your toes or rather your shoes, to be able to reach his pretty face, and more precisely to his lips which tasted of coffee and chocolate-nut cake.

The kiss was slow, but very warm, and although your lips were cold due to the temperature outside, this peck gave the two of you a lot of heat on your hearts and cheeks. You even smirked during this wonderful caress, grabbing the boy by his soft, pale skin. The fabric of your wool gloves tickled Kise a little, but he didn’t pay much attention to it; instead, he kissed you once more, but this time on the nose that was red from the cold, and on the forehead, covered in the material of the cap, perfectly matching your gray gloves.

“... Thanks for showing me this, Ryouta. It’s really, really amazing.” You whispered, glancing once again at the colorful and white lights that decorated your whole city, including all the trees, buildings and houses. “I didn’t expect to see something like this in my life.”

“Then get used to it, because next year I’m going to take you to many other equally cool places.” The sincere tone of his smooth voice, and another short kiss on the cheek, made you cuddle closer to the side of his massive body.

In meantime, you still watched the magnificent sights and thought about where you both should go next time.

[peterrparrkerr]

Genderbend - read on ao3

Its a good thing I write too much. I'm backed up in stories to post so I can focus a little more on this tort claim than writing. Anywho, here you guys are. Its short 😕

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When Peter first fell through a rip in reality, he hadn't noticed right away. Everything looked and seemed normal.

But it had quickly become not normal when Peter returned to the tower.

He was heading for the shower after a long night of patrolling for other potential danger spots for rifts in the universe, when someone walked out of his and Tony's bathroom in nothing but a towel.

"Ah!" She yelped. Peter did too, quickly covering his eyes with one hand while the other jutted out in front of him.

"What- what, wait who- what are you doing?!" Peter stumbled, backing up until he hit the wall.

"What am I doing?" The girl demanded incredulously. "What are you doing? This is my room! Wait! Who even are you? Why are you wearing my suit?"

Peter -out of shock- drops his hand. "Your room?" He demands, staring at her before realizing she's naked under that towel. He quickly covers his eyes again. "This is my room! And my suit! Who are you?"

"Listen bucko, I don't know who you are but you've got five seconds to get out of here or I'm calling Toni."

"Yes, call Tony!" Peter agrees. "This is our room. How did you even get in here?"

"Thats what I want to fucking know," the girl grumbled. Peter hears her walking over to the dresser. Peter's about to tell her not to go through his clothes, but he bites his tongue.

He'd rather her wear his clothes than them have this conversation while she's in nothing but a towel.

"Okay, you can stop covering your eyes, I'm dressed."

Peter slowly pulls his hand down, glancing over and blinking. The girl is wearing -well, she's wearing something neither Tony nor himself would wear.

Its purple and floral. "What-"

"Who the hell are you?" the girl demanded, crossing her arms. She's short, a little shorter than Peter, with curly brown hair and dark eyes.

"Uh, I'm Peter. I live here."

"No you don't," the girl shook her head. "I live here. With Toni."

Peter's about to retort when the door opens again. Both of them snap their heads over to see another woman Peter's never met before.

"Toni," the girl sighs in relief. Peter gapes.

"Who the fuck are you?!" He asked incredulously.

The girl sets Peter with a familiar scowl.

"I was just about to ask the same thing," she said, folding her arms over her chest. "Why don't you tell me what you're doing in our room, kid."

Peter's eyes widen as he finally connects the dots. He feels his pulse rising and unsteady takes a step back. Hes got to hold onto the dresser to keep from falling to his ass.

"Oh my God," he exhales before sucking in a quick breath. "Oh my God."

The girls rush forward, and any other time Peter would run off -he doesn't know these people- but he's having a hard time catching his breath.

"Hey, hey, just breathe," the curly haired girl urges. The two have Peter down on his knees and are knelt down beside him. It takes Peter a moment to find his voice.

"I'm-I'm not supposed to be here," he says.

"Uh, yeah, I think we've gone over that," the smaller of the two huffs.

Peter only shakes his head. "No, I mean in this universe. I-I must've fallen through one of the rifts without knowing."

Suddenly Peter climbs back to his feet, nearly knocking the girls off balance. "I have to go back. I gotta get back home."

"Whoa, whoa, wait a minute, kid," the second girl demanded, jumping up and grabbing Peter by the arm. They're both the same height, and Peter could overpower her easily, but he stops when she tugs on his arm.

"We don't know if that's actually what happened," she says.

"Yes we do," Peter shakes his head. "You're name is Toni, right? Toni Stark?"

"Antonia, yeah," Toni nods, looking skeptical.

"Okay, well, my Tony is Anthony Stark," Peter said. He turns to the smaller girl. "And I'm assuming you're a female version of me, seeing as you think I'm wearing your suit."

"I'm Petra Parker," she said. "You know, like, Spiderwoman."

"I'm Peter Parker," Peter said. "I'm not supposed to be here. Theres so many variables I don't know about, I could be dying or- or-"

He's worked himself up again and he takes a moment to take a couple deep breaths. He's got to think.

"Okay, Peter, we'll figure this out," Toni says, settling a hand on Peter's shoulder. Its a familiar gesture, but the hand is not.

It takes them a long time. A long time to work through what could happen if Peter jumped through the wrong rift. Two all-nighters and enough redbull to kick start the arc reactor, and Toni finds a rift she thinks might send him back to his own reality.

"Are you sure about this?" Petra asked, wringing her hands together nervously, shifting from foot to foot.

Peter notices he's doing the same thing and instantly stops, shaking his hands out by his sides before taking a breath.

"Yeah, I'm sure," Peter said. He bounces on his heels, then turns to look at Petra and Toni. "Thanks, you guys. It was really nice to meet you. Or me. Myself?"

Toni huffs a laugh in that familiar way.

"Go on kid, I'm sure my male counterpart is missing you and going out of his mind."

Peter grins at the thought. Its been three days. He's not sure if time passes differently, but he really hopes Tony's not too worried.

"See you guys around," Peter grins, giving a little wave before pulling his mask down and taking off in a sprint to the edge of the building.

He leaps off, allowing himself to freefall.

Now that he's paying attention to it, its easier to tell when he falls through the rift.

Everything is still the same. Its still daylight, the sun still in the same spot, the buildings around him not changing.

Peter's seconds away from shooting a web to catch himself when something else catches him first.

Peter yelps at being bodyslammed for a second time out of the sky.

"I gotcha."

Peter feels relief course through his body at hearing Tony's voice. "Oh, thank God, Tony," he breathed, body sagging in Tony's arms.

"You have no idea where I've been..."

His words taper off in confusion when he glances up. Tony's suit is different. All silver and the faceplate is missing.

Peter blinks up at Tony in confusion, taking in his strange blue eyes.

Fuck.

[hoedameronsworld]

The End Of An Era

Pairing: Obi-wan x reader

Words: 5.5k

Summary: you discover, quite unexpectedly that you are pregnant. Unsure how to tell Obi-wan and trying to keep the news hidden from the Jedi order, you somehow manage to distance yourself from Obi, all the while he tries to figure out what has you behaving so strangely.

A/n : here it is folks! The first offical post for this account. A masterlist is up, so feel free to read through the works I have planned. I’m really excited for this account and I can’t wait to meet all of you. Enjoy my first story! Constructive criticism is always appreciated!

The large window sill was hard underneath your back, but you didn’t mind. It was actually your favourite spot in your small room. You lay on the hard surface, your hands folded over your stomach, your head turned to watch the world outside your window. The early morning sunshine warmed you up as you watched the world go by on the other side of your window.

You felt a sense of calm wash over you, almost as if you were meditating. Really, this was your own way of meditation. Laying there, the warm sun blanketing your body, watching the busyness of Coruscant - it centred you, allowed you to focus and to find peace.

Watching the rush and bustle of the busy city while you lay completely motionless and peaceful also gave you a sense of disconnection. But in a good way. It made you feel like your own person, not just another face in the crowd. You knew it won’t be long before you rejoin the world, become part of the chaos of the city. But for now, you enjoyed watching over the world in silence and warmth.

You can’t help but smile when you hear a soft knock at your door. You already know who it is. You had sensed him long before he had actually arrived, your force signature tangling with his, adding another source of warmth into your morning. Besides, you knew he would be coming. You’re surprised he didn’t come looking for you as soon as they realised you would not be showing up.

You let out a soft hum, letting him know that he is welcome to enter. You know that he would not be able to hear the small noise, so you allow your force signature that is entwined with his to open up, telling him that he is welcome.

As soon as the door is closed behind him, he is moving to where your lying, knelling down so he is level with you.

“Darling? Are you okay? You didn’t attend the council meeting this morning” Obi-Wan whispers running a hand over your hair. You hum contently at his gentle touch. Oh, how you wished to stay in this blissful moment forever.

You take a moment to enjoy the moment before you reply softly.

“ ‘M fine. I was unwell when I got up. I feel fine now, but I thought it best to take the day off, not get anyone else sick.” You turn your head to look at him, smiling at him softly. You grab his hand - the one not in your hair - and lay it with your own on your stomach, tangling your fingers with his.

“Do you need me to take you to the health room?” He says, still maintaining the soft and quiet tone, sensing your calm and quiet mood.

“S’probably just a stomach bug. I’ll be right as rain tomorrow” you whisper. He leans forward and places a long kiss on your forehead. You close your eyes, enjoying his soothing presence. After a moment he pulls away from you and smiles at your blissed out expression.

“Let me know if you need anything, okay? I’m at the temple all day” he says. You just nod your head in understanding. You open your eyes and find his beautiful blue ones instantly.

“I love you Obi” you mumble. He places another kiss on your head before standing up, removing his hands from your hair and stomach. You can’t help but whine slightly at the loss of contact. Normally your reaction would result in a small chuckle from him, but today he was filled with a warmth so great he was almost tempted to join you on the window sill and cradle you securely to his chest and never let you go.

“And I you” he whispers, so quietly you almost miss it. He knows you don’t though, because your content smile widens slightly. He retreats from your room before he throws all his responsibilities out the window so he can join you.

~>��••••<~

You were better the next day. And the day after that. However, the next three days after that you would wake up and go scurrying towards the refresher and the toilet. Once you would finish you would feel perfectly fine again for the rest of the day. You told no one of your continual sickness. Not even Obi-Wan. You thought about going to see a medic, but something inside you was telling you that that was a bad idea. So you endured the sickness most mornings before going through your normal life at the Jedi temple.

You had gone several days without any sickness, so when Obi-Wan suggested you spend the night in his room, you agreed. The two of you were cuddled up together, still fast asleep despite the morning sun filtering in through the window. Your naked bodies were entwined and tangled, as were your force signatures. Connected in every way.

Something within the force shifted. It was a small movement, one that no one around you would even notice. However, it caused you to jolt awake. You took a moment to focus, trying to pinpoint the tiny difference that you were sensing. And then it hit you.

There was another life form in this room.

Another life force in you.

Suddenly the recent sickness made a lot of sense.

You could not let anyone know. Not yet. Not until you had a moment to think and to process the news. However, if anyone paid a close enough attention, they would easily be able to spot the extra force signature. Especially with yourself so closely entwined with Obi-Wan, he would sense it immediately when he awoke.

So, you slammed all mental shields up and pulled back your force signature, yanking it harshly away from Obi-Wan until it was the size of a pinprick.

At the harsh - and almost painful - movement of your force signature disappearing, Obi-wan jumped awake. He frowns as he watched you hurry out of the bed and quickly get changed. He couldn’t quite understand what was wrong until an empty, cold feeling swept open. It was you. Something was wrong with you. You had completely closed up. Obi-wan suddenly felt bare and vulnerable.

“Y/n? Are you okay? Is something wrong?” He asked. His voice slightly gravely from sleep. He was sitting up in the bed, watching you put your shoes on with a lost expression on his face.

“ ‘m fine. Just need to go” you mumbled as you yanked on one shoe, reaching for the second.

“Talk to me, my love. Are you sick again?” He asked thinking back to earlier that week. You can’t help but let out a bitter laugh at that.

“No, I’m not sick. This is something so much worse. But it’s also amazing. I’ve got to go.” You finished with your shoes and stood, racing towards the door. While you were moving so quickly, Obi-wan was still moving slowly, his mind almost sluggish.

“Something worse? Y/n wait!” He tried to say, however the door shut with a slam before his words completely left his mouth.

~>•••••<~

It was unintentional, but you had managed to push Obi-wan away. You found yourself avoiding his gaze during council meetings and training sessions. You would turn down any offer of sneaking away from the temple for a few hours to get something to eat or go for a walk. You didn’t spend any time with Obi-wan unless it was absolutely necessary.

You didn’t want to distance yourself from him. On the contrary, you wanted to spend as much time as possible with him. With your relationship being a secret, the two of you already had limited time to spend together.

Yet, you knew you could not be around him at the moment. Any time you were near him, you felt the weight of your pregnancy pressing down on you, almost like a physical weight on your shoulders. You knew you needed to tell him, but for the moment, you still needed some time to process the news yourself.

One morning, you were making your way to the mediation chamber. You needed some time to clear your head. About halfway to your destination, a voice interrupts your thoughts.

“Master L/n! Do you have a spare moment?” You hear Anakin call out to you. You turn to face the man as he jogs towards you.

“Anakin! No running in the temple. Hasn’t your master taught you anything?” You ask, your tone playful. Anakin smirks back at you.

“I’m afraid not. I often ignored what he had to say” Anakin said in the same playful tone. You knew Anakin was only joking. You had watched Anakin grow up as he worked under Obi-wan and you knew the boy looked up to Obi-wan.

“What can I do for you today, Ani?” You questioned with a smile.

“If you are not busy, would you help me with my training? It appears Obi-wan’s meeting with master Windu has gone over time” Anakin responds. Despite your plans for meditating, you agree to help Anakin. It had been a while since you had spent time with him and you thought the exercise would do you some good.

The two of you arrive at the training room and you take of your cloak, folding it neatly before you place it on a nearby bench. You ignite your lightsaber and begin sparring with Anakin, catching up with him as your lightsabers clash together. You don’t know how long you battle for when Obi-wan enters the room. You pull away, moving to leave when Obi stops you.

“Please continue. I’ll watch and offer some pointers if you’d like?” Obi-wan said as he sat down on the bench next to your cloak. You nod without a word and turn back towards Anakin, who reignites his lightsaber. The two of you continue your battle for a while until Obi-wan speaks up.

“Sorry, if I may interrupt” he says, standing and removing his own cloak. You take a few steps away from Anakin to allow Obi-wan to offer his pointers.

“Go for it” you acknowledge. You take a few steps away so you can watch the two of them. Obi-wan unclips his own lightsaber from his belt and moves to stand next to Anakin.

“That manoeuvre you were just doing was too high up. It’s a defensive manoeuvre that is meant to protect the entirety of your body. However, when you hold your saber too close to your body, like you were, it limits the amount of protection” Obi-wan explains to his former padawan. Obi-wan moves to display how Anakin was doing it before switching to how the move is supposed to be performed. You can’t help but smile as you watch Obi-wan explain the move to Anakin. Obi-wan is patient as he tries to show Anakin the correct way to perform the manoeuvre despite Anakin’s protests about ‘not being a padawan anymore’.

You realise in this moment that Obi-wan is going to make an amazing father. A warmth that grows from your chest engulfs you as you realise how lucky you are to have Obi-wan. Despite the untimely development of your child, you know that you have no fear of Obi-wan being disappointed or angry. You know deep down, that even if Obi-wan was completely opposed to having children, he would support you through the pregnancy and your child’s life.

The thought, as well as your now haywire hormones, causes you to break down in tears right there. You sink down onto the nearest bench and hide your face in your hands as you sob. You hear a clatter and realise that Obi-wan has dropped his lightsaber in his rush to get to you. You feel him kneel down in front of you. His warm hands gently grab hold of yours and he pries your hands away from your face. You meet his face, and the sight of worry and concern and love pooling in his soft blue eyes has you crying even harder.

“Hey, hey, Y/n. What’s wrong?” He asks softly, his beautiful voice gentle and calming. You quickly glance up and see Anakin standing behind Obi-wan, concern also written over his face. You look back down and shake your head, pulling your hands out of Obi-wan’s so you can wipe away your tears.

“S’nothing. M’fine. I p-p-promise” you sob, trying to lessen your tears and control yourself, yet failing. Obi-wan, seemingly having caught your glance towards Anakin, turns his head away from you towards his former padawan.

“Anakin, I think you’ve had enough training for today. Do you mind giving us a moment?” Obi-wan says. Anakin nods, seemingly still trying to comprehend your sudden mood change. He seems to understand your need for space, so he grabs his belongings and leaves without protest. Obi-wan moves to sit next to you, and as soon as the door closes behind Anakin, he pulls you into his chest. One of his arms wraps securely around your back, the other runs soothingly through your hair. He gently shushes you as you continue to cry into his chest, gripping tightly onto his robes.

“Shh, love. You’re okay. I’ve got you” he whispers into your hair, only causing you to get more emotional. He doesn’t question you, just continues to whisper sweet, comforting words as you finally manage to calm yourself down. Despite your now calm breathing and dry eyes, Obi-wan continues to hold you tight to him, sensing that all you need at the moment is his comfort. After a while you finally speak up.

“I’m sorry Obi.” He pulls away from you slightly so he can look at you. You rest your chin on his chest so you’re looking up at him.

“There is no reason for you to apologise. There is nothing wrong with crying. Are you alright? Is there anything I can do?” You shake your head.

“I’m alright… just…” you look into his eyes and realise he’s waiting for you to explain what had you suddenly crying in the middle of Anakin’s training. You could hardly explain to him that it was due to the hormone changes that came along with the pregnancy that he didn’t know about. You reached for an excuse and grabbed hold of the first one that came to mind.

“I’m just stressed. This war is taking a lot out of me. I guess seeing you and Anakin together reminded me of times before the war and something about that caused me to break.”

In a way that was true. The war had taken a lot out of you, and now that you knew you were fighting for your baby as well, there seemed an added pressure on the situation. And you really did miss the days before the war, when you, Obi-wan and Anakin could go around enjoying each other’s company.

“I know. We Jedi are not made for fighting wars. However, it is just the way it is. All we can do now is to work hard to bring this war to an end, that way things can return to normal.” His voice is soft as he speaks and you can hear the underlying sadness in his tone. It’s obvious he doesn’t like this war any more than you do. He looks down at you, nothing but love in his eyes. The expression on his face almost brings you to tears again.

“We’ll get through it. Together.”

~>•••••<~

The rocky ground is hard underneath your feet, and the sun beats hotly down on you. You can feel your hair cling to your forehead with sweat, but you don’t have time to brush it away.

Obi-wan, Anakin, Ahsoka and yourself had been sent to retrieve an admiral and several clone troopers who had crash landed on this hot planet. However, once your small group had arrived, Anakin and Ahsoka had been separated from you and Obi-wan as you were ambushed by Ventress. As you and Obi-wan battled to keep the assassin busy, Anakin and Ahsoka and left to search for the missing group. Despite this being a two-on-one battle, Ventress was strong and was managing to keep both you and Obi-wan at bay.

Ventress pushed Obi-wan with the force, sending him flying into the rocky cliff wall behind him. You swung your weapon wildly, almost as if you had forgotten any and all technique. Ventress blocked the attack easily and flipped backwards, putting some distance between the two of you.

“You’ve rather lost your touch, L/n. You’re almost no fun to battle anymore” Ventress spoke.

“I’d hardly say these battles are for fun” you respond. You readjust your lightsaber and take a few steps forward, preparing to engage in the battle once more, when you stumble slightly. The world around you begins to blur slightly, and you blink rapidly, trying to clear your vision. Why is it, that a dizzy spell had to hit you now, of all times?

You knew it was just another symptom of your pregnancy. You had been dizzy enough times to know that. Once or twice, you had even passed out. As you stumbled a bit more, you realised with growing dread that you might faint now as well. Your vision clears enough for you to see Ventress approaching you, her lightsabers raised in attack. You take a few steps back and raise your lightsaber in a last chance to protect yourself. However, the force of your opponents attack pushes you onto the rocky ground and sends your lightsaber flying from your grip.

Black dots move across your blurry vision as you see Ventress standing over you.

“Such a disappointing fight” she pouts before she raises her sabers and brings them hurtling down towards you.

In that moment, as you prepare for your death, you feel regret. Regret that you never told Obi-wan that he was going to be a father. Although the two of you had never discussed children before, something within you told you that he would have been happy. It was already obvious he would have made an excellent father. You just regret that you never got to tell him yourself. Instead, he will be told the news by a medical droid upon your inspection. He would have to hide his initial reaction until he was someplace quiet so he could grieve the loss of both you, and the child he never got to have. It saddened you that due to the secrecy of your relationship, Obi-wan would never have someone to comfort him through his time of loss.

Just before the red sabers make contact with you, Obi-wan’s own blue saber is over you, preventing Ventress from harming you. Using the force, he shoves her as far away as possible before his kneeling down besides you. You can see that he’s talking, but you can hardly make out what he is saying. Something about Anakin and taking you back to the ship. He then grabs your lightsaber and turns to face Ventress, who has now returned.

You watch, on the cusp of losing consciousness, as he battles her using both his lightsaber and his own. It doesn’t take long until your suddenly being picked up, sending panic through you. You fight weakly against whoever has hold of you until you see Anakin’s face above you. As he begins to move you towards the ship, you finally lose consciousness.

~>•••••<~

When you wake up, you can tell that you are already in hyperspace. The bed you’ve been laid on is slightly uncomfortable under your back, but that’s not uncommon for medical beds. You turn your head and see Obi-wan pacing a few metres away from your bed. You sit up.

“Obi?” You call. The sound of your voice has him moving quickly to reach your side.

“My darling, you’re awake” he coos as he leans over you.

“Where’s Anakin and Ahsoka?” You ask. Obi-wan chuckles.

“They’re in the cockpit, getting us home” he responds. You raise an eyebrow.

“What’s so funny?” He just shakes his head in response, however you continue to stare at him expectantly.

“You’re sitting here, unwell on a medial bed, and yet you are worried about Anakin and Ahsoka” he eventually relents.

“Well I know I’m perfectly fine. Of course I’m going to worry about those two!” You exclaim. All humour from Obi-wan’s expression fades.

“You are not ‘perfectly fine’. You passed out during the middle of a battle!”

“Look, Obi, I know why I passed out. It’s nothing you need to concern yourself with.”

“Nothing I need to concern myself with! You were almost killed because you passed out!” Obi-wan exclaims. He takes a moment to calm down. “When we land, I’m taking you to a medical droid to -“

“No!” You interrupt him. “No droids. Please.” You knew you couldn’t go to a medical droid. All it would take is one quick scan and they would know the truth. Obi-wan let out a deep sigh.

“I need to know that you are okay.”

“I am okay! I know why I passed out. Trust me” you say softly, trying to comfort him. You study each other’s faces for a moment.

“Why?” He breaks the moment.

“Why what?”

“Why did you pass out then?”

You look away from him, turning your attention to where your hands rested in your lap.

“I - I can’t tell you. Not here” you whisper, not wanting Anakin or Ahsoka to over hear what you were saying. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch a worried expression flash over Obi-wan’s face.

“Y/n, darling, what’s going on?” He asks, just as softly. You look back up at him.

“I’m sorry Obi. I can’t tell you just yet.” You feel hurt as he moves away from you, yet you know you deserve it.

“Okay. If you don’t want to talk to me, that’s fine. But, whatever is going on is greatly effecting you. You need to do something about it before you get hurt” he says.

Silence envelopes you as you think over his words. He’s right. You can’t do this any longer. It’s time to do the inevitable. You can’t continue to hide this. It’s time you speak with the council.

~>•••••<~

You hadn’t told Obi-wan about what you were going to do. You knew that if you had, he would have either tried to talk you out of it, or tried to leave with you. Obi-wan could not leave the order. He was a vital part of winning the war. You just hoped that his reaction in there would not give away your relationship. It was best for your pregnancy to remain unknown for as long as possible.

Sucking in a deep breath, you walked into the council chambers.

Nervous energy made you fidgety, however you had long ago mastered how to control and conceal your emotions.

“Good afternoon masters. I am here to talk about my leave” you announce. Obi-wan leans forward in his seat at this.

“Your leave?” Mace Windu speaks up.

“Yes Master Windu. I feel as if my time as a Jedi has reached its end” you explain.

“I peg your pardon” Obi-wan exclaims. You face him and give him a small smile. You knew he would not be able to completely hide his reaction.

“I’m sorry, master Kenobi. You have been a dear friend, however this decision had to be made by me. That is why I have not spoken with you” you say to him. You can see him clench his jaw, a sign that he wants to say something, however he knows he can’t so he sits back in his seat.

“Strong Jedi, you are. Your leave, a great loss it will be” master Yoda spoke up.

“Why do you feel you should leave?” Mundi said. You turn to face him as you respond, subconsciously settling you hands over your stomach, an action that Yoda does not miss.

“For several weeks now, something in the force has been telling me that my future now lays outside of the Jedi order. I believe it best to follow this.”

“Very well. It is your decision to make. Hand in your lightsaber. You can remain here for a few days while you pack and find somewhere else to stay” Windu says. You unclip your lightsaber from your belt and take one last look at your hand-built weapon before you hand it over to Yoda. You bow to the council members then take your leave, hurrying back to your room. You know that you want to be in a private space for the conversation that is to come.

Just as you had suspected, it wasn’t long after you had taken off your cloak when you heard a knock at your door. Although your force signature was still tightly closed, you knew who it was. You opened the door and let Obi-wan inside.

You don’t say anything, letting him have a few moments to gather his thoughts and figure out what he wants to say. You know that he needs to be the one to speak first.

“I don’t believe you” he eventually says, his back to you. You can’t help but frown, confused.

“What don’t you believe?” You question.

“I don’t believe that it is the force that is influencing your decision to leave.” His voice is soft as he speaks, but the room is quiet so you hear him easily.

“Well that’s because it isn’t the reason” you state simply. He turns around to face you at this.

“So why? Why are you leaving? And why didn’t you come and speak with me?” His tone is one of pain and hurt. “Do you not trust me?” You step towards him and gently take his hands in yours.

“Of course I trust you, Obi. It’s just that…” you struggled to find the right words. “This isn’t something that should be discussed here in the temple.”

“You said the same thing in the ship a few days ago.”

“Because Anakin and Ahsoka were both there. Obi, this is something that, at the moment, can only be kept between the two of us. Neither of us can risk anyone else knowing at the time being.”

Obi-wan doesn’t get to give a response as a knock sounds on your door. You give Obi-wan’s hands a small squeeze and a small, apologetic smile before you move away from him, moving towards the door.

To say you are surprised when you open the door, would be an understatement. Yoda stood before you, the last person you would expect to see knocking at your door.

“Master Yoda! What can I do for you?” You stammered slightly.

“Come to return this, I have” he says, holding your lightsaber up to you. You blink down at him blankly.

“But master…” you trail off, not knowing what to say.

“If correct I am, then out of your control your circumstances were” he replies.

“But master, I cannot be a Jedi” you remind him. Although slightly shocked by this, it hardly surprises you that Yoda realised the true reasoning behind your leave.

“Jedi, you are not. Warrior you are. This you will need.” He gestures to your lightsaber with his head.

“Thank you master” you respond, gratefully taking the weapon from him. Yoda peers around you and you realise too late that he is looking at Obi-wan. You know he has already connected the dots.

“Master, please-“ you begin, but he cuts you off.

“Leave us only one Jedi will” he says. Relief washes over you, knowing that Obi-wan will not be kicked out of the order.

“Thank you master” you say gratefully, bowing deeply. He returns the bow and leaves.

You turn back around, clutching your lightsaber in your hand. You look up at Obi-wan and step towards him.

“Obi, darling, I’m sorry. I really am. Just give me -“ your cut off as you feel a bout of sickness grow within you. You mentally curse. Your symptoms really do nail their timing. You rush past Obi-wan, dropping your lightsaber in the process as you hurry to reach your small refresher.

You collapse in front of your toilet and upend the contents of your stomach into the bowl. Obi-wan is there immediately, rubbing soothing circles on your back. You feel as if you truely don’t deserve him. Despite how confused and frustrated he must be feeling at your secretive behaviour, he is with you in a moments notice when you need him.

Once you’ve finished, you remain on the floor next to the toilet as Obi-wan grabs a cloth from your cupboard and runs it under cold water. You take it from him silently and use the refreshing cloth to clean your face. Once you are done and your strength has returned, you shuffle backwards until your back hits the wall. Obi-wan kneels in front of you.

“Please tell me what’s going on. You have been acting strangely. You were sick a little while ago, and now you’re sick again. You occasionally disappear during training or council meetings. You started crying during Anakin’s training session a few weeks ago and you passed out in the middle of battle a few days ago. Not to mention that you have turned down all offers of spending time with me and you have closed your force signature completely. And now you’ve gone off and left the Jedi temple without even talking to me! I don’t know what’s going on Y/n, but I miss you and I love you and I just want to help you” Obi-wan exclaims.

You study his face carefully, taking in all the details. His soft beard, his pink lips, his clear eyes. You find all of his emotions written across his face easily, reading him like an open book. His concern. His worry. His love.

You know there is no avoiding it. You have to tell him now.

“I …” but you can’t find the words. You have absolutely I idea what to say to him.

So, you close your eyes and slowly expand your force signature. It grows from the tiny pinprick until it is encompassing your entire body. You hear Obi-wan hum softly, embracing the feeling of you again. After being disconnected from you for so long, he doesn’t realise the change at first.

You wait, your eyes shut tight as Obi-wan’s force signature tangles with your own. His own signature jumps backwards suddenly and you know that he has sensed it. You wait, holding your breath for something, anything to come from the man in front of you. You still don’t dare open your eyes.

You wait for a few moments, waiting for Obi-wan’s reaction.

Suddenly, you feel his forehead drop onto your chest, his hands grabbing onto the fabric at your waist. You finally open your eyes and look down at him hugging you tightly. Your confused for a moment, trying to decipher his reaction until it hits you.

He’s crying.

You don’t think you have ever seen Obi-wan cry before. And yet here he is, clutching desperately to you and sobbing into your chest at the discovery that he’s going to be a father.

Your quick to respond, wrapping your arms around his back and bringing one hand up to run through his hair. You don’t say anything, just giving him his chance to let out his emotions. You don’t know how long you hold him for.

After a while, he pulls out of your arms, but he doesn’t move away. He lays down between your legs and rests his hands and his head on your stomach. You don’t say anything, just continue to run your fingers through his hair. You can’t seem to find the strength to break the silence. Your too scared and exhausted for that. Obi-wan seems to realise this as well and he eventually moves just slightly, resting his chin on your stomach so he can look up at you.

“I can’t believe you fought Ventress, despite being pregnant” he says. You can’t help but laugh. But you also start to cry. Now it’s Obi-wan’s turn to hold you. He sits up and pulls you into his lap, holding you tightly as you cry and mutter apology after apology.

And despite him just having cried himself, he begins again. Soon the both of you are a pile of mess as you cry and you smile and you kiss and you apologise and say I love yous. All the while one, or both of his hands remain rested over your stomach. And while the lead up to this moment was stressful and unpleasant and the future is entirely unknown, the two of you bathe in your combined happiness as this chapter of your lives comes to a close in order to prepare for the next.

[animeyanderelover]

Can you write number 48 to Pluto?

It’s my pleasure.

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, clinginess,mentions of death

Prompt 48: “I hate it when you pay attention to something else besides me.”

“And why do I need to take care of him now? Not that I mind, I like Pluto. But still! Don’t you think I have other things to do besides taking care of a demon hound?” Ciel sighed loudly, not looking happy that he had to ask you for this favor. “Believe me, from all the people I could have asked you’re the last one I wanted to ask. But you’re the only person who I can trust with him. You know what he really is and besides...” You bent curiously closer. “Besides?” “Besides it looks like Pluto got very attached to you and you’re the only person he listens too.” You chuckled and glanced at his butler. “Hey. I thought you were one hell of a butler. How come that he doesn’t listen to you anymore?” Sebastian didn’t answer. “Well?”, Ciel asked you. You thought about it for a moment. “Alright then. I have nothing against coming over and taking care of him.” To your huge surprise you heard Sebastian and Ciel sigh in relief. “Thanks a lot. I was worried that he would burn the whole manor down if you don’t agree.” You raised your eyebrow. “Why would he do that?” “As I said, he got very attached to you.”

The next morning you quickly made your way to the Phantomhive mansion. Many people might wonder how you even know the young Earl Phantomhive. It was simple. Your parents and his parents had been friends since a very long time and you and Ciel had been friends since a very young age too. After the fire and after the loss of his parents he had become a bit more distant to you, but at least he had still talked to you. You knew about him and his butler as well. How? Well, you had always been fascinated with reading stories about demons, angels and all this other stuff. And one year ago you had caught him without his eyepatch, seeing the strange symbol he had in his eye. Ciel had panicked and tried to come up with an excuse, you on the other hand had just stared fascinated at it before asking him bluntly if this was a Faustian contract. Ciel had been stunned when you had asked him this and you had simply added one and one, quickly figuring out that his red-eyed butler must be a demon. You honestly weren’t surprised, you had always suspected Sebastian to be anything, but a human. Were you happy that Ciel had given his soul away? No. But you couldn’t do anything against it. Luckily Ciel had trusted you enough to keep it a secret, feeling impressed that you had figured it out.

You waited patiently at the entrance before Sebastian opened the door. “Miss (y/n). You’re finally here.” As soon as he mentioned your name, you suddenly heard loud barking. “Pluto! No! Wait!” Was that Finny’s voice? You stepped in, curious about what was going on. Finny was stemming his feet against the ground, leaning all of his weight back and pulling desperately on the leash he was holding. Pluto on the other hand was trying to move forwards, barking excitedly when he saw you and tried to run to you, but was harshly pulled back, whining loudly. At this point you were scared that he would choke. “Finny! You’re going to choke him if you continue to pull on the leash like this! Let him go!” “Are you sure?!”, Finny asked you. You nodded. The same moment Finny let go was the moment where Pluto jumped towards you, instantly making you fall down with his weight on your top. You started giggling when he started licking all over your face and neck. “Stop that! I’m ticklish!” Pluto barked excitedly. You started petting his head, going into full dog lover mode. “Who’s a good boy? That’s right, you!” You suddenly heard someone clearing his throat behind you. “Would you mind doing that somewhere else? Not right in front of the entrance?” You turned around to see Ciel standing on top of the stains. You started laughing embarrassed. “Sorry. Guess I’ll go into the garden.”

The next few weeks were spent with you visiting the manor every day to take care of Pluto. And slowly, but surely you noticed that Pluto had probably gotten a bit too fond of you. At first you had just brushed it off because this guy was after all a demon hound and dogs were known to be very clingy. But could his current behavior be considered as normal? You weren’t too sure anymore. It had begun with him simply refusing to leave your side, he was clinging on your waist all the time and whenever you had tried to leave him for even one second he had started whining and had refused to let go of you, even if you ordered him too. Whenever you had left the manor to go home he had thrown a drama. It had gotten that bad that Sebastian had to step in every time to prevent him from leaving and it happened more than one time that he had been forced to knock Pluto out. All of this was, even though highly annoying, still in a yellow zone. But it had gotten out of hand when Pluto had scared anyone away from you who even dared to come anywhere near you. For example when Mey-Rin had tried to talk to you Pluto’s grip around your hip had suddenly tightened and he had let a deep growl out of his chest, giving Mey-Rin a dangerous look which reminded you of a predator looking at his prey. He did that to everyone and at some point everyone had started to stop talking to you and if they wanted to tell you something they had started to yell it to you from the distance. Even Ciel kept a safety distance. And from day to day it became worse.

You knew that something was wrong the moment Pluto suddenly stopped acting excitedly. He was just staring at you with narrowed eyes before bending down and starting to sniff on your clothes. “...Pluto? Is something wrong?”, you asked confused. He just continued to sniff on your clothes before he suddenly started growling dangerously, his grip around you tightening. You needed some time until you finally understood what was wrong. He must have sensed the smell of your old classmate on you which you had met on your way here. You had bumped into him earlier this day and both of you had for a moment stopped whatever you had been doing to catch up on old times. When both of you had gone separate ways you had given him a short hug. You hadn’t thought of it as something bad, but Pluto seemed more than just enraged. He was furiously growling. “Wow! Pluto, calm down! He was just a friend of mine!” You had hoped to calm him down, but that didn’t work. Instead he became even more enraged when you mentioned the word friend. By now his nails were digging painfully in your skin and the look he was giving you made you feel scared. What was wrong with him? Was he really so territorial with you? Wasn’t it enough that you spent all your time with him? He had already scared everyone in the mansion away from you! You could endure a lot with him, but that was a bit too much! You had your free time as well! “Pluto! Quit it!” Pluto abruptly stopped growling and gave you a surprised look. You had never spoken that harshly to him since he normally always listened to you, but it seemed like you had to be a bit more stricter with him. “Listen Pluto! I really like you, believe me, I do! But you need to understand that I can’t spend all of my time with you! I have other people in my life and I won’t accept it that any longer that you scare every person who tries to make contact with me away!” Pluto looked completely crushed. He whimpered and tried to stretch his hand out to touch you, but you lifted warningly your index finger. “No Pluto!” For the rest of the day you treated him more coldly, being in a bad mood.

It was late at night when you were suddenly woken up from your sleep. You rubbed your eyes to get rid of the tiredness. What was that for a noise? You were sure you had just heard something right now. You listened closely into the silence of the night. For a few seconds it was quiet, making you questioning if you had just dreamed that. But then you heard it again. It sounded like...the whimpering of a dog! And it sounded like it was right in front of your house! You stepped out of your bed and left your room, heading downstairs quickly. You knew that whimpering just too well. But what was he doing here? He was supposed to be at the mansion this late at night. When you stepped down you suddenly noticed another noise coming directly from your entrance door. It sounded like someone was scratching with his fingernails against the wood of your door. You stood for a moment unsure in front of your door, not knowing whether to open the door or not. But then you decided to let him in, it would mean serious troubles if someone would see a naked man whimpering and scratching in front of your door. So you turned the doorknob around.

Pluto instantly stormed inside, jumping onto you and barking happily whilst starting to spread all his salvia over your face and neck. “Pluto? What are you doing he-“ You stopped when suddenly a nasty smell started to hit your nose which came directly from Pluto himself. The smell was overwhelming and made you nearly dizzy. What was that? You tried to push Pluto away from you so that you wouldn’t have to endure this sickening smell anymore, but as soon as your hands touched his bare chest you instinctively pulled back. His chest was covered in some sticky liquid. It was very dark and the only source of light was the moon who was shining through the open door inside your house. You squinted your eyes to try to get a better look at Pluto. Your eyes needed a moment until they had adjusted to the darkness. The second you realized what this liquid was you paled. Pluto was covered in blood! It was smeared all over his face and body and since he was laying on top of you your white nightgown was also smudged with the scarlet liquid. Why was he covered in blood?! Did he...? Pluto himself didn’t seem to mind that much, he just continued happily to lick all over your face. You gulped. “P-Pluto?” He lifted his head, signaling you that he was listening. “W-what did you do?” Pluto blinked for a moment before he suddenly hurried out of your door, grabbing something he had hidden next to the door before quickly returning and letting the object fall into your lap, looking proud of himself.

Your brain on the other hand stopped working when you saw what that thing was. It was an arm! Blood was still flowing out of the opening, staining your nightgown in even more blood. You took notice of the clothing that was still visible on the arm and that’s when you knew to whom this arm belonged. It was from your old classmate. Judging from all the blood in which Pluto was covered you didn’t think that he was still walking under the living. You should have screamed and thrown the arm away, but you couldn’t. Your whole body was paralyzed and your limps felt like they were made out of stone. No matter how much you yelled at your brain and body to move, they didn’t listen to you. Pluto nudged you with his nose and you slowly shifted your eyes to look at him. He had an expecting look on his face, wanting to be praised by you. You didn’t even realized when your hand moved to start stroking his hair and you told him:”Good boy.” Why did you do this?! You should scream at him, but your body refused to. Perhaps this habit had been too deeply engraved in your mind to shake it off and your brain probably thought that this was the best way to handle this situation. By telling him that he did good and encouraging him to do this again. Pluto was clearly joyful when he heard this and once again his warm tongue went all over your face. “W-why did you do this?” It felt hard to speak this sentence, your tongue feeling like it was made out of lead. For a moment Pluto tilted his head as if wondering if it wasn’t already obvious. He stared you directly into the eyes and it was like there was a silent message written inside of it, that was only meant for you. “I hate it when you pay attention to something else besides me.”

[pastelwitchling]

Kyle Valenti Appreciation Week [Day 1]

               “It’s a lot bigger than I thought it’d be,” Alex said, and Kyle smiled.

               He’d spent weeks preparing to go to this doctor’s convention in Albuquerque alone, wondering just how many old men in lab coats he would be forced to listen to discuss the importance of the work they’d done at their bigger, fancier hospitals. Then, on the morning he was getting ready to go, Alex showed up at his doorstep with a backpack and a smirk.

               “Ready to go?”

               Kyle was more than a little grateful. He’d thrown his arms around Alex’s shoulders, making him laugh. The beautiful sound was a good start to what was already beginning to look like a more bearable trip.

               So now they stood before a giant hotel that Kyle was sure was bigger than Roswell’s hospital, ready for five days of lectures and – hopefully – one too many martinis to get through it.

               “Do not leave me alone with these people,” he muttered as the automatic doors let them in, and the cold air conditioning slapped their faces.

               Alex scoffed. “If you hate coming to these things so much, why do you? Couldn’t you just take a sick day or something?”

               “I’m a doctor,” Kyle said miserably. “I’m legally not allowed to be sick.” He mustered a smile as he checked into his room.

               “Oh!” the receptionist smiled at the two of them. Kyle guessed she rarely saw anyone under the age of seventy at one of these things. “Your reservation doesn’t mention a plus-one. I can update you from the two double-sized bedroom to the single king-size, if you want.”

               Kyle glanced at Alex with wide eyes, and was glad to see he wasn’t the only one blushing. Then a ping caught Alex’s attention and he pulled out his phone.

               “Uh – we’re just friends,” Kyle stammered. “We’re not – I mean, he wouldn’t – he is way out of my league –”

               “No,” Alex cut him off, pocketing his phone and smiling politely, if not a little uncomfortably, at the receptionist. “We’re good with the two-bedroom, thanks.”

               Kyle swallowed and nodded, handing in his doctor’s badge and trying (and failing) not to look to Alex every so often, who was doing a great job of avoiding Kyle’s gaze completely. Was it really that bad for people to think they were together? He knew Alex was amazing, he knew he’d made mistakes himself when they were teenagers, but he’d hoped that they’d grown past that. That when someone asked if they were in love, they could laugh it off and take it as a complement.

               Kyle wondered if it was normal to want people to assume you were dating your best friend, then realized he was being spoken to.

               “Thirteenth floor, room 1369,” she said, still looking from Kyle to Alex and back as if too in love to know who to properly stare at.

               “Great,” Kyle said, eager to go. “Thank you.”

               They got onto the elevator with one old woman in the corner who was busying herself with pinning her badge on her lab coat.

               “Forty seconds,” he muttered to Alex who huffed a chuckle. “We’ve been here forty seconds, and I already wish I was dead. Ironic, considering we’re surrounded by doctors.”

               “Relax,” Alex said distractedly, and Kyle just realized how close he was. “You said the first lecture isn’t until tonight, right? So we’ll get to the room, and you can rest up until then.”

               Kyle swallowed. Alex’s breath was warm on the shell of his ear. Was that normal? To like Alex’s breath against his skin? To want to lean back into him to feel more of it?

               He shook his head, shutting his eyes tight. He was exhausted, and being ridiculous. He didn’t want to lean back into Alex – seriously, what was wrong with him today?

               Once they’d reached the tenth floor, the old woman stepped off, and Kyle and Alex were alone. He looked down at his shoes, feigning nonchalance. “Can you believe that receptionist thought we were together?”

               He shrugged a shoulder. “It’s not that hard to believe.”

               “Still,” Kyle said, “I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable.”

               Alex frowned. “Kyle, I’m not –”

               Bing!

               The doors opened to the thirteenth floor, and Kyle nudged his chin. “That’s us.”

               They stepped off and down the carpeted corridor to their room. Kyle used his pass to let them in, and Alex let out a low whistle at the sight. It was a suite, it had to be. The door opened to a large sitting room with Victorian-esque furniture splayed around and flower vases on small wooden tables. There was a large-screen TV hanging on the wall and a small kitchen on the far right, reminding them that they hadn’t, in fact, been transported to the eighteenth century.

               “Wow,” Alex murmured, checking the room on the left. “The beds are in here!” he called. “So’s the bathroom.”

               “Great,” Kyle said, “because I need a shower to wash off the convention from my skin.”

               Alex smiled, and Kyle tried not to think of the pride that bloomed in his chest at the sight of it.

               As he rummaged for a pair of underwear and pajamas from his suitcase, Alex got another ping on his phone. Kyle threw glances at him, and noticed that his smile dimmed before he’d even pulled it out of his pocket.

               Without responding, he clicked it off and tossed it on the bed.

               “Everything okay?”

               Alex hummed, mustering a smile that Kyle had learned long ago meant that he was bothered and trying not to fall into his own mess of thoughts.

               “Hey,” Alex said. “I heard about this cool burger place, just down the street. You want to clean up and go?”

               He groaned. “I’m so in love with you, please don’t ever leave me.”

               Alex laughed, his cheeks red. He plopped down on his bed, arms outstretched. His shirt had ridden up his stomach, and Kyle’s eyes lingered on the tanned patch of naked skin. Alex’s eyes were closed, and he raised his hands to fold under his head, bringing his shirt up more.

               If Kyle asked, would Alex let him touch him there? Would he let Kyle run his hand across his stomach, maybe higher up his shirt? Kyle imagined just lying down beside Alex, Alex looking at him with dark, hungry eyes. Alex reaching up to cup his jaw, caress his cheek, lean in with an open mouth and eager hands. What would Alex do, he wondered, if he just lied beside him and told him; Do whatever you want, I want you to.

               “I don’t know why you complain about these things,” Alex said, yanking Kyle out of his thoughts. “A whole week away from work with a fancy hotel room sounds pretty good after Roswell.”

               “It’s fancy this year,” Kyle said indignant, feeling a weird swell of shame in his chest. Not for the first time, Kyle was glad Alex didn’t have Isobel’s mind-reading powers. “You weren’t here when they put us in motels.”

               “We could’ve had fun in a motel.”

               “It’s a motel,” Kyle deadpanned. “There only thing you can do there for fun is . . .”

               Alex raised a brow. “Have sex?”

               Heat rose to the tips of Kyle’s ears and he cleared his throat. “Could you imagine . . . if – if we’d been there . . . together? Last year?”

               Alex said nothing for a long while, and Kyle didn’t dare look at him. Then he heard Alex sit up in bed.

               “Kyle –” he started, his voice strange, then –

               Ping!

               Alex turned silent, and Kyle looked over at him to see him focused on his phone, his finger hovering over the screen. Finally, Alex swallowed and pocketed it.

               “You okay?”

               Alex slid off the bed. “Yeah. I’ll go ask what time the meals are in this place,” he said. “You should get cleaned up.”

               He patted Kyle’s shoulder twice on his way out, and Kyle watched him leave. The second he was out the door, Kyle threw his face into his pillow and cursed himself.

               What had he said? What had he been thinking?! Alex was going to think he was hitting on him, pushing himself on his gay friend because he was bored!

               “Idiot!” he yelled, his voice muffled. “What were you thinking, what’s wrong with you?!”

               The empty hotel room didn’t respond.

                 As they sat over their burgers and fries, Kyle thought Alex was unusually quiet. Every time he tried to make him laugh, Alex would get a call or text, and his smile would instantly fall away.

               “I’m really glad you’re here,” he tried. “There’s no way I could’ve made it through this week without you.”

               “Week hasn’t started yet,” Alex reminded him, rational and calculating as always. Kyle smiled to himself.

               “Why’d you decide to come anyway?”

               Alex folded his arms on the table and sighed. He looked a lot more tired than he had that morning, but he smiled, nonetheless. “I didn’t want you to be alone.”

               Kyle’s heart fluttered in his chest. “Alex –”

               Ping!

               Alex shut his away, his smile faded. “Sorry, just – just one second.” He pulled out his phone, checked the message on the screen with furrowed brows, seemed to hesitate about something, then swiped across his screen and fell silent again.

               It was when they were nursing their milkshakes, Alex mindlessly swirling a fry in his, that Kyle couldn’t take it anymore.

               “Okay,” he finally said, “what’s going on with you? I’m the one that’s supposed to be miserable on this trip, remember?”

               Alex blinked. “Nothing’s going on.”

               “Alex,” Kyle said. “It’s me.”

               Alex said nothing a moment, then another text came, and he all but flinched. Kyle frowned. There was only one person who could give Alex that kind of reaction.

               His shoulders fell. “It’s Guerin, isn’t it?” he said. “He’s the one that’s been calling nonstop.”

               Alex shut his eyes and sighed. He ran a hand through his hair, and said, “I don’t know why I can’t talk to him. Not now, I –” he pinched the bridge of his nose. “I thought I could get over . . . the whole thing with Maria, but I . . . I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

               “Why didn’t you tell me?”

               He shook his head, and managed a smile. “Because I don’t understand what’s happening either. I don’t get why it’s suddenly . . . bothering me so much. And because this trip isn’t about that. This is about you, so let’s just table Guerin until some of this starts to make more sense, okay?”

               Kyle stared. He’d spent years watching Alex put his own feelings aside because everyone else was just that much more important. He’d seen Alex ignore his own tears so he could wipe away Kyle’s, he’d seen him bleed for Michael over and over.

               “You know,” he said, “back in high school, when I first started to become someone I’m not proud of –”

               Alex frowned. “What – why are you bringing that up now?”

               “You didn’t hate me for it at first,” Kyle went on. “Even when I didn’t invite you to parties, even when I told people that I didn’t really know you, even when . . . when I called you things behind your back –”

               “Stop,” Alex shut his eyes, “I don’t want to talk about that.”

               “You have to,” Kyle insisted, leaning in and taking Alex’s hand. “Because even after all of that, you wanted to see the good in me, and only the good. And then, when I stopped talking behind your back, and said all that messed up crap to your face, then you started to get angry. You put me in my place, every time. You give people chances, Alex. That doesn’t mean you don’t know how to punish them.”

               Alex stared at his milkshake. “What’s your point?”

               “That I got mine,” he said, and shrugged a shoulder, smiling. “And Guerin’s about to get his. It’s okay, Alex. You’re okay.”

               Alex stared at him a long while, then a smile tugged at his lips. “You were wrong, you know,” he said softly. “You’re the one that’s out of my league.”

               Kyle blinked, and realized he’d leaned in impossibly close. He cleared his throat, sitting back, his face inexplicably warm.

               “Manes,” he murmured, shaking his head. “This’ll be one hell of a week.”

               As he watched Alex bite his lower lip to keep his smile from widening, his face a cute shade of pink, he realized this trip might not be as bad as he’d thought.

[nina-wrote-this]

Last Romance - One Shot.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader 

Summary: You move on after Thanos’s Snap, but a ghost from the past still wants to make things right. 

Warnings: Sadness, break up and a lot of melancholic ;)

Word count: 1,555

A/N: Hello, loveees! So, this is my first Bucky One Shot and I have this idea after having a dream with Sebastian Stan :) I also used two songs as inspiration: Long Break – Moody Woody and Último Romance / Last Romance – Los Hermanos (they are my favorite Alt-Rock Brazilian band). I’ll put the links below the GIF and if you want to listen while read, it will be an even better experience! I hope you guys enjoy and let me know what you think! If you find any typos, please let me know (English isn’t my mother tongue)!  

INFINITY WAR AND ENDGAME SPOILERS AHEAD!

Song’s links: Long Break - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mGh_Iyw6fgI | Último Romance - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=27TT85GA9VM 

Telluride, Colorado.

2 years after they come back.

“Thank you, Mrs. Bradley! Have a good night!” You gently said getting the heavy paper bags with all the fresh ingredients for your wedding anniversary.

“For you too, Darling! Enjoy your husband!” The old lady smirks.

“You can count on that!”

Your life was perfect now. After Stark’s death and all the story with Thanos, most part of the heroes and allies decide to get there retire, and you are one of this people.

You cross the country moving from the Avengers compound to a small town in Colorado, laying down your weapons and abilities and getting your brushes and canvas. At somehow, you were still trying to save people, but now using art.

And you have him. The man who give you more than you expect: love, safety, partnership and calm. Blake was amazing. You two rebuild yourselves together when everything happened.

Blake used to be an Interpol agent and his wife and daughter died in a car crash when the Snap happened, there uber's driver faded away and the car fell off a cliff.

You two found each other in the help group Steve used to organized. You moved in together, you grow together, you cried together and fight together against your own demons. Blake supported your decision to risk your life on the time travel and fight the battle even knowing that the first man you ever loved would come back. Blake would love you regardless of the choice you would have made.

And you choose Blake, he was your future.  

You drive through the shy suburb of the small town, and thank for being there.  

At the end of the street, was your house. A yellow wood little house in the middle of a large grassy rectangle, surrounded by hibiscus and white roses.  

Soon you get in, you start putting your plans in action. Pasta, broccoli, tomatoes, lettuce, Blake's favorite – weird – cheese, 3 bottles of wine. Cut, cook, wash, decorate, another glass of wine… shit, I can’t get high yet.

The music that was playing on the living room suddenly stopped and a strange familiar metal sound came to your ears.  

After years surrounded by wars, crazy insane Titans, Hydra and Shield, your mind was pretty fucked up. So, yes, a nosy sound was something to worry about.

You walked slowly following what was bordering your thoughts, but you didn’t have to do too much. Just few steps, and you see him in the corner of the room. I’ll always be in the shadows, babe. The memory of his voice hits your mind like a shoot.

“You scare me…” You took one last sip of your wine.

“Your place is beautiful.” His eyes were haunted and his voice come out like a whisper.

You nodded smiling.  

“How are you?” He tried to approach but stopped himself.

“Good. You know, retirement does me good.” You cross your arms, protecting yourself from your old feelings. “And you, how have you been? Still living in Wakanda?”

He faced the floor taking a deep breath.  

“I… I left Wakanda right after you…” He hesitated and you knew why. “I'm working with Sam now.”

You try to keep smiling, but your eyes meet with his, and you could read them like an open book: He was broken.  

James has a fucked up brain, he has his issues and Hydra problems, but the way he looked like now was something deeper. Years before, you saw this same look but was in your own eyes, every damn day, when you woke up and see yourself on the mirror.  

He was alone, he missed you.

“James, say it.” You broke the silence and he frowned. “You invade my house at the exact moment my husband isn’t. The only thing that motivated you to came here is because you probably have something to say. So, please… Just say it!”

“I miss you!” He didn’t even search for the right words. “And I want you back. I need you back!”  

“Don't!” You turn your back to him walking back to the kitchen. “Don't tell me you come here today to say this after all these two years, James.”  

For the first time he come closer to you.

“What did you expect?” He asked confuse. “Y/N, do you really think I'm doing this for fun? You know this isn't easy for me, talk about these things, and I know you can read me easily than anyone.” He said fast.

“James, I know you're in pain. But, if is hard for you, believe me, it’s two times harder for me.” You point your finger to him. "For you was like fall asleep for a couple of hours, but for us, for me, was and still being an eternity.” Tears already falling in the corner of your eyes.

“So, what was the purpose, Y/N? Bring me back, so you could feel good to yourself and return to your happy fake life?” His voice sounded disappointed and his metal arm fisted against the sink. “эгоистичный!”

Your heart broke in little pieces and the control was gone.

"Don't you dare call me selfish!" Your voice was cracking and the regret filled his eyes. "Did you really think that I left you because I don't love you anymore?"

He took a long breath, and you try to hide your tears.

“You still love me?” He gets closer to you without losing the fragile eye contact.

“Is this matter now?” Your eyes break the contact running the kitchen and your hands falling down in redemption. “Don’t hurt yourself, моя любовь.” You asked.

He placed his hands on each side of your face and bring to his chest. The cold of the leather jacket in contact with your skin sent a shiver down your spine.

Even knowing this was – at somehow – wrong, you let yourself relax on his embracing. James was warm, his muscles created a protective barrier around you and his fingers caressed your body looking for all the parts where your skin were naked for him. Your arms crossed around his neck and on tiptoes you barred your face on his shoulder.

“You cut your hair…” Your cracking voice whisper to him trying to break the tension, while you run your hand through his hair strands.

“Like you always suggest.” He smirked bringing you to face him. Yours foreheads touched and his eyes found your soul. “Come back, Y/N! I do anything to have you back, моя любовь…” His lips brushed against yours. “Whatever you want, just tell me, and we will do it, okay?”

For a couple of seconds, you imagined your life with James. Maybe both of you living in a big farm, waking up together, getting back the time you two lost. Kisses, shy touches, his overprotection full time, your crazy manias and his strange neuroses. Was perfect. Was much better than the time you guys lived in Wakanda.  

But was too late.  

You were sure you didn’t take the break up decision alone. You have asked him what life he wanted for himself and he choose to continue Steve's legacy, but you wasn’t available to live that kind of life anymore. Follow different ways was the best decision.

He tried to kiss you hardly, but you get back.

“I can’t, James…” You grabbed his black shit. “We can’t…” He closed his eyes and kissed your forehead. He felt the goodbye was happening again.  

The car's engine rumbled on the garage bringing you back to reality. Blake was arriving home.

“Y/N, we can…” James tried, but you knew what you have to do.

“Go.” You direct to the backyard door. “Now!”

“Where is my beautiful, lovely, super hot wife?” Blake screamed at the front door.

James leaves the house without looking to you, without any noise.

You clean the tears of your face, put on the best happy face and waited for your husband get in the kitchen.

“There she is!” His sexy voice said.

You turn around and there was Blake: dressed with his Professor social attire, flowers in one hand.  

Blake you’re perfect.  

“Hello, Mister sexy voice!” You kissed him slowly and intense.

But you’re not James…

He gets his hands free and finally hold you spinning around ourselves.

“You okay, honey?” He took a look on your eyes. “Looks like you cried, or something like that… Is everything good?”

Blake is perfect.

“Yes, honey!” You smile shooking your head and squeezing your eyes. “It’s just the wine!”

But he is not James…

The living player come back with the song. Último Romance / Last Romance, Los Hermanos. Your honeymoon song.

“Right on time!” Blake automatically pressed his body against yours and start following the music melody, singing slowly.

“I love you, Y/N. Happy wedding anniversary!” He kissed your neck.

“I love you too, honey. Thanks for everything…” You rest your head on his shoulder.

You two stayed on that moment, seams like forever. When your eyes find the kitchen’s window you locked on James's eyes, staring your perfect moment.

“E ninguém dirá que é tarde demais / And no one will say it’s too late

Que é tão diferente assim / That’s so different

Do nosso amor a gente é que sabe / About our love, is us who knows”

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A/N: What you guys think about some continues of this one shot? Maybe like, Y/N and Bucky's  time living in Wakanda, or Y/N’s wedding day, Y/N and Bucky’s break up... I really enjoy write this story ahahahah :) 

[bleachanimefan1]

Oblitus Part 33

Hallelujah

33 Days Left Until Extermination...

Gabriel stood in shock as he dropped his sword. His whole body was trembling as he looked down at his hands.

"What have I done?" he whispered in horror. He looked over the edge to where Michael had fallen, down towards the city below. He was he going to cover this up? How was he going to explain this to everyone, including father? No, it had to be done. Michael would have been an liability. Gabriel nodded his head. He had done the right thing. Michael was just like that traitor, Lucifer. He had to do it! As Gabriel was in deep thought, he didn't see that someone else was approaching towards him.

"Hey, Gabriel!" he heard them call out to him, making him jumped, startled. Gabriel quickly turned his head, panicking, to see another angel as they walked over to him.

"Ariel," Gabriel answered, trying to remain calm. The angel before him was a female with a rounded face, short brown hair, shady dark blue eyes, wearing dark purple eye shadow.

"Why so jumpy?" Ariel smirked. Gabriel narrowed his eyes, frowning at her.

"Why aren't you at your post?" he questioned.

"I decided to take a little break and wanted to see my two favorite brothers," Ariel replied. She looked around. "Where's Michael?" Gabriel grew tense, trying to think of something then he answered her.

"He attacked me!"

Ariel stared at Gabriel in shock and disbelief before laughing. "Gabriel, Michael couldn't even harm a fly even if he wanted to!"

"I'm serious!" Gabriel shouted. "He headbutted me and was about to attack me with his holy weapon!" Ariel looked at Gabriel, who looked like he had been in a fight. She was that a bruise was beginning to form on his forehead, with a little bit of swelling on his left eye. His face had a few scratches as well. His uniform had some rips and gun shot holes.

"I just find this hard to believe that Michael would do this," she murmured still unsure.

"Please, believe me sister. I wouldn't lie to you," Gabriel pleaded. "And there's more that you should know."

"What?" Ariel asked.

"I've learned some troubling news while I was out scouting," Gabriel explained. "Our former brother, Lucifer is creating an army. They are taking residence in a hotel down there. They are planning to over throw father again."

"What should we do?" Ariel asked, worried.

"Give me some time to recover and then we'll take care of this ourselves together with my army." Gabriel told her.

"Okay, I believe you," Ariel agreed as she nodded. "Just let me know when you are ready."

"I knew that I can rely on you, Ariel," Gabriel smiled.

Back down in the city, Charlie helped Vaggie up, while Alastor was tending to Angel and Husk with their injuries. As Alastor was finishing with Husk's wing, stopping the bleeding, he turned his attention to Angel, seeing the nasty wound on the spider demon. Alastor tried to heal it but he was almost as his limit as well. The wound was only finished halfway healed.

"It's fine, Smiles," Angel replied. "You've done enough. My body will do the rest on it's own."

"I'm just glad that it's over," Anna replied. "That was way too close. I ever thought that angels could be this strong."

"Well, you've never been through an extermination to see it happen," Charlie said. "This is why I want to save my people so they won't have to suffer anymore."

"Can we go back now? I've had enough excitement for one day," Baxter asked.

"Me too," Niffty agreed.

Suddenly, just as everyone was about to leave, Anna looked up to see something falling. It was a person. It was head straight towards them, fast.

"Uh, guys, I think that we should get out of the way," she called out.

"What?" Charlie asked.

"Move!" she shouted as she pushed everyone out of the way just as the person crashed, slamming into the ground, hard. Anna screamed it nearly hit her but Alastor pulled her out of the way just in time.

As everyone stood up to see what it was, they saw a large crater in the center of the street from where they were standing. Anna walked over to the edge of the crater and looked down to see that it was another angel. Everyone else walked over as well, seeing him.

"Oh great, another one." Vaggie groaned.

"Wait, he's hurt." Charlie said as she noticed that he was hurt, seeing a huge gaping wound on the angel chest. His left wing was torn and damaged as well. She jumped down and picked him up and jumped out of the crater and laid him down on the ground as everyone gathered around.

"We need to help him. Alastor can you heal him?" Anna asked.

"Are you insane?" Angel asked in disbelief.

"What?" Anna said.

"If we help him, then what's to stop him from waking up and attacking us?" Vaggie asked.

"I don't want to get my ass kicked again, one of them was bad enough." Angel added.

"It's probably a trick," Niffty added as well.

"Then why would this angel just fall out of the sky and land right in front of us, hurt, right after Gabriel left?" Anna questioned. "I doesn't make any sense." Everyone thought for a moment in silence as she continued. "Plus, maybe we could use him to help us with the hotel."

"That's actually, not a bad idea," Charlie agreed.

"Well, as long as he's tied up and confined, so he can't hurt anyone, and find out what his motives are, he can stay." Vaggie replied. "But, he's your responsibility." Anna nodded. She turned to Alastor.

"Heal him," Alastor groaned.

"Cher, I've almost used up all of my strength. I'm not sure that I'll able able to heal him completely."

"Just do what you can." Anna said, softly.

Alastor turned to the fallen hurt angel then knelt down and started to heal him. The gaping wound on the angel's chest slowly began to mend, closing up, until it was completely healed. However, his wing was unable to be healed as Alastor felt the last of his magic beginning to slip through his fingers. Anna quickly caught him as Alastor almost fell backwards from exhaustion.

"There, it's done," Alastor said, tiredly.

"You've done wonderfully," Anna smiled. "How about when we get back to the hotel, I'll fix up some jambalaya?"

"You've read my mind." Alastor agreed, feeling hungry. He could use some meat right about now.

"I'm starving!" Angel exclaimed.

"You can have some too Angel, as well as everyone else," Anna snickered. But, she stopped when she noticed that there was something strange happening to Alastor. Everyone one else noticed as well.

"Alastor, your hair!" Charlie exclaimed.

"What are you talking about?" Alastor asked, smiling confused. "And why are you all staring at me like that?"

Anna picked up a shard of glass, carefully, holding it up in front of Alastor. Alastor couldn't believe it himself as he stared back into his own reflection, like a deer in headlights. His hair was now brown, instead of blood red, but also tufts still sticking out like a deer's on the top of his head.

It was late in the middle of the night, everyone had gone to sleep, resting from the battle. Ever so often, they would take turns watching over their unexpected guest, who was now tied up and being confined in a locked room, waiting for the angel to wake up.

In Angel's room, Angel was lying in his bed while Fat Nuggets was sleeping at the end of it. He smiled as he rolled over on his side, expecting to feel warm fuzzy fur next to him. "Hmm," Angel groaned, sleepily. "Morning, Husky." But, he only felt strange leathery velvet skin.

He slowly opened his eyes only to be met with the color white. Angel immediately sat up with a shocked look on his face. He tried to pinch himself to check to see if he was still dreaming. Nope, he was wake. Sleeping, in front of the spider demon was an unfamiliar middle aged man with slicked black hair with a few grey streaks, while at the top of his head were two black cat ears. Angel nearly drooled at the sight of the man's well toned naked less furry body. He even had a black tail that was slowly swaying side to side as he slept. He had been redeemed.

"Husk?" Angel asked.

"What?" the former cat demon grumbled, sleepily.

"I don't want you to freak out but, your wing's grown back.-"

"And what else is new?" Husk asked.

"It's white and you're a lot less hairy than I remembered from last night-" Angel smirked, but still in shock, and continued. Husk immediately woke up as he sat up on the bed. "Your other wing's that same as well."

Husk folded his wings closer to him then stretched them out. Just like Angel had said, his wings were now pure white with feathers. Husk looked down to see his other wing lying on the floor. He looked back at Angel only to be met with different colored human-like eyes, one light blue and the other light pink.

"Kid, I'm not the only one changes," Husk murmured. "Have you looked in the mirror?"

Angel looked at him confused then stood up and walked over to the mirror across the his room. He saw that his other eye had changed as well, both now completely different colors.

"HOLY SHIT!"

"I know, it's unbelievable," Husk replied in shock. Angel looked back into the mirror, however, he noticed that something was off.

His wound hadn't healed.

It was still the same as it was before.

Fear began to build in Angel as he began to grow nervous and uneasy by the more he looked at it. He tried to stop himself from panicking, in front of Husk. It was fine. He was fine. It'll go away eventually.

It will...It'll just take a little more time that's all!

"Hey, what's wrong?" Husk asked, sensing that something was bothering him. Angel laughed, turning around to face him.

"Nothings wrong! I'm just so fucking happy right now!" he exclaimed, jumping onto the bed, landing right on top of Husk, body slamming into him, while waking Fat Nugget's up as well.

It'll heal up eventually, right?