#by the raincoat thing he was already over there pressing the button

[inalandofsadclowns]

And that's when Dean knew for certain...

...they're talking about Cas.

[rivangel]

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Levi Month - Day 4 ♥

⇨ BDSM

♡ ship ⇨ Captain Levi x afab!taller!Reader

♡ content ⇨ oral (afab receiving) // subby Levi + dom!Reader // impact play // vaguely canonverse // established relationship // bondage (collaring, restraints) // hurt/comfort // brief mommy kink // petplay?????? we call levi kitty idk why shh // use of safeword

♡ word count ⇨ ~1.8k

♡ note ⇨ *drops this in front of you and runs away*

It must truly be horrible for your love—horrible feelings, a horrible state of mind, a horrible sense of missing you, because Levi had a messenger bring you a letter describing which he wouldn’t be caught dead saying aloud verbatim. Perturbed, you read it quietly by the morning light coming in through your office window. You got ready quickly, because Levi was set to return from the two-day trip to Interior with the commander in half-an-hour, and Levi was nothing if not punctual.

As it would happen, Levi was one minute late.

You pulled opened the door upon his—if there was a word to describe it—bored knock. His expression, was properly apathetic, with a mackintosh tucked over his arm, fitting button-up, and crisp cravat. One thing he wanted was not to talk, but, and because he didn't mention anything about it in the letter, you did take his hand, and him past the threshold and wrap him in your arms first.

He didn't tense up. He brought his arms up and returned it, shifting the coat, but quite purposefully. He pressed up more snugly against you, slotting his pelvis in with your thigh. He wasn't wearing underwear, but even more importantly, he was a little bit hard.

He wanted it mean. It wasn't unlike Levi to not explain these things, but you would wish he had.

The air in the bedroom isn't so cold anymore, dense with hot anticipation. The difference in your power dynamic is knife-pointed—you fully dressed down to your shoes and his own raincoat he brought in with him for the hell of it. Levi stands immaculately exposed, naked and tense on bated breath in the middle of the room like a center stage. You stand behind him, silent, practically nonexistent—he has no way to tell when or what you'll do—except for the leather riding crop grazing the beet-red rear of his thigh. It looks like it hurts, burning and tender not unlike his ass. His toes are curled into the floor, similar to his fists, trapped together with sleek rope as though he was gripping a weapon behind his back.

You act—not speak, while your absence, you can tell, gets to him. His shoulderblades even seem subtly pointed at you.

You lay the riding crop on the foot of the bed in silence before stepping towards him, the only indication one faint step. His breath catches, then gasps as you calmly cup in your hands the bold weight of his ass. His air leaves him in an injured whine while you groan just under your breath, squeezing indulgently and not letting go. His back arches slightly, the pain drawing heavy panting from his lungs. You press your lips to his shoulders, tasting his sweat before doing the same to his clean, sweet-smelling hair above the collar, then right on top of its cool leather. You see the cords of his neck pulled taut, and you kiss him there. It's tight on him, more like a ribbon to the eye. He must've put it on when he got dressed in the hotel this morning, and wore it under his cravat through breakfast and the whole ride home. The thought turns you on unbearably.

"Down."

You snag the cool leather and pull down, not with enough force by itself but Levi is obeying, falling down hard onto his knees with a whiny huff. Despite his cat-like nature, it's cute during times like this when he reminds you of a good dog. It makes you smile.

"Mm..." he chokes out.

"That already? 'Mommy'?"

His back is straight again, but he shivers. You lower your hand, neatly carding your fingers through thick silky hair, fixing it. He knows the punishment for not answering you—or could it be that's what he wants?

Your hand stills but grabs hold. You know it stings. “I'm going to tie you down... stuff a cock in you, and leave you like that if you keep ignoring me, kitty."

He gasps through his teeth right before you yank, forcing his back to arch and his weak gaze straight up at your unfeeling face.

His eyes shut tightly for a second. “P—Pause.”

Your tone immediately shifts with Okay, It’s alright, and stepping around to lower yourself down to his level. Levi hardly ever pauses a scene and he’s never stopped one before—nothing bad ever happened, but knowing Levi, you’ll take the time and effort to be completely confident that he won't be forcing himself to keep going. By practically soaking him in affection, for whatever reason, by stroking his back and avoiding eye contact while gently praising him, is much more effective than you’d expect.

You ask, a few times over the course of some minutes whether the binds are really okay right now. He nods and murmurs yeah. He has his eyes lidded or shut the whole time.

Eventually, through doting touch, you place your palm on his warm cheek. Levi turns his head on his own, and rests his forehead on your shoulder. It’s easier because you’re taller. You lean closer, your hand resting on the leather which hugs the nape of his neck. Soon you remind him again that you can do something else if he doesn't want this right now.

He shakes his head a little, again, but says something for the first time. “Crap I never think about has been on my mind. It catches me off guard.“ His voice trembles when he says that. His tone implied there’s more he wants to say, but he just shakes his head again.

“It’s okay now,” you soothe.

“I want you to... leave that place alone for now… Act in the opposite way, and make me do something…”

You nod, half-smiling to yourself. It’s cute the way he asks, quietly, almost with an innocent quality, giving you most of the choice of what to do to him.

“You don’t have to move," you preface. You begin unbuttoning your shirt with one hand, the slight little snaps thickening the air. Part of acting in the opposite way is evening the balance of power. It seems to ease the rest of his uneasiness.

You start by caressing the nape of his neck, giving it a squeeze through that nice leather collar. When he’s utterly relaxed, you ask him to straighten up, be a good boy, and still to answer when he’s spoken to, but he's allowed to use his voice or nods and head-shakes. He can keep his eyes closed too, or, he can get the blindfold.

He nods at that. His breathing hitches as your palms slide up the solid length of his upper thighs before you stand.

In no time, you fetch the white handkerchief off the dresser and return to him. With some simple practiced movements, you secure it snugly.

“There we are. Can you see?”

“Mm-mm.”

“That looks very nice,” you purr, cupping his cheeks and tracing the fine line between the cloth and his cheeks. They warm. “Does it feel nice?”

“Mhm.”

“That’s what I like to hear. That sweet voice of yours. Look at that… how much you’re blushing from a little word. That’s my baby.”

He takes light shivery breaths. Under your touches and praises, he’s getting hard again, too.

You take in the sight of him once again, on his knees and rendered utterly vulnerable for you. Levi is defenseless. He wants to be if it’s you. You like the shiver you draw from him by skimming your fingertips down the underside of his pale neck. You love how effortlessly gorgeous he is, and how even like this, one of the words that jump to your mind as you take him in is powerful.

“Spread your legs as much as you can, and as much as you’re comfortable, okay?”

His stiff cock bobs gently as he obeys your command, and you hum, sighing at the heat pelting off his smooth, soft inner thighs. He whines quietly when you touch him there. You enjoy yourself with no rush, and praise him still. His thighs are so pretty, they really are, and You’re making a bit of a mess, aren’t you. We’ll lick that up later, kitty, hm?

But, you never touch him where he’s silently begging for you to, coming within an inch of his firm cock that’s now swollen and stiff against his strong abdomen. The tip is all glistening, dripping down his shaft.

A whimper escapes him when you stand up. He leans forward in the slightest way.

“Awe, it’s okay…”

You stand closer, then closer still and adjust your stand so that your feet rest outside his thighs. Levi takes a slow, deep breath before kissing your mound, his lips pressing precisely.

Swallowing a moan as he dips in between with his lips, you spread yourself. His breath is hot before his lips close on your swollen clit, swallowed by the heat of his mouth. He instantly starts to suck, his tongue quickly darting out to lap up the sticky wetness.

“Oh god, good boy, Levi. Do that some more.”

He groans, swallows, and buries his face in deeper in your pussy in a shameless display. He’s starting the get the bottom of his blindfold wet. While he’s fixated on you, you firmly press your hand on the nape of his neck to hold him in place, and place your foot between his inner thighs. You lightly fondle his balls with the tip of your boot, forcing a raw moan out of his chest, sharply leaning with his hips. You play with his balls while he eagerly indulges in your clit and cunt, soft slick noises mixing with your mutual labored breathing. You moan softly as his tongue flicks it, which he seems to embrace as approval.

“You’re just a tongue for me to use, aren’t you. My tight toy. My fucking dildo.”

Levi whines loudly, which sounds like a resounding yes.

“Oh, yeah. I love playing with you. My sweet kitty.” You lay your hands on his cheeks and jaw, tilting his head up just because you can. Everything glistening and hot. “Do you want me to decide again? Nod or shake.”

His head nods up and down.

“Good kitty.”

Your palm comes down sharp and short on his cheek, a small bite of pain. He takes it well, gasping and leaning harder into your truly safe touch.

“My good kitty. You like that, don’t you, my little slut?”

“Yes,” he gasps, his cock throbbing, dumbly open-mouthed, and cheek reddening from your hand.

“Good kitty.”

Levi month masterlist | More Levi

[tereox]

Warmup #15

Rating: G

Summary: It's raining on Coruscant. The Coruscant Guard gets a visit from a Jedi youngling who is very enthusiastic about the change in weather.

Notes: You'd think there's only so many things I can write that have the Corries and rain in them. Well, apparently I haven't run out of ideas yet.

~~~

Fox heaved a sigh as the knocking on his door did not cease. He'd already told them to come in, did he have to open the door for them? Really?

He closed his eyes and allowed himself a moment of rest, then pushed himself up and walked to the door panel, pressing the button in a way that would have him writing a requisitioning request for a new one in no time.

A child was standing in the door. They beamed up at him. "Oh good. I don't know your door code."

Which was exactly how Fox liked it. "What are you doing here, Ciph?" He knelt down in front of the small Rodian jetii cadet.

"Thorn asked me to come get you." Their voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "It's raining outside."

Well, that would explain why the Corrie base was deserted. "Alright, I'll just finish-"

Ciph grabbed his arm and tugged on it. "The rain won't be there forever, the datawork can wait. That's what the Force is telling me and you can trust the Force." They nodded very seriously.

Fox rolled his eyes. "Of course. I am very glad the Force could make time to check over my datawork deadlines for me."

Ciph beamed. "Great, come on!"

Seeing as there was no getting out of Ciph's grip when they were this sure of themselves, Fox pressed the door panel to close his office and reluctantly trudged after them. He did like rain, most of the vode did. They'd grown up with it and it just settled something in them to hear it or to have the rain drum onto their armour while they patrolled.

They could move through the rain without any issue. It was a good ally of theirs while the natborns had to slide around and felt generally miserable because of it.

Well, except Ciph, apparently.

"Is your armour waterproof?" Ciph asked curiously as they made their way to one of the side entrances.

Fox hummed. "Occasionally."

Ciph peered up at him suspiciously. "That's not a proper answer."

Fox allowed a grin to spread over his face. "Are your clothes waterproof?"

"Yes." Ciph pointed at their jacket proudly. "I asked the quartermaster for one and they still had raincoats! And rain boots! Have you ever jumped into puddles?"

Fox had. "I think you'll have to show me that."

Ciph gasped. "I will."

~~~

"Thorn." Fox sighed.

Thorn beamed at him, entirely dressed in civvies with a bright red raincoat draped over him. "Fox! I managed to get some for you as well, you have to try this, it's comfortable and it holds off all the rain!"

Apparently it had, and now Thorn's coat was dripping it everywhere.

"Put up a wet floor sign."

Thorn looked down at the puddle. "Ah."

"He's right though!" Ciph jumped in while Thorn made his way to a storage closet. "The coat is warm too!"

"And it's needed for jumping into puddles, I'd assume?"

Ciph beamed. "Absolutely."

Fox was aware that if he'd put up more of a fight, they would have happily let him keep his armour on. The fact was though, that most of Coruscant went into hiding when it started raining properly. They had no idea what to do with the torrents of water when the weather machine failed.

Fox and his vode though, they were experts.

~~~

"You look awesome!" Ciph cheered.

Fox had to admit that the coat really was warm. And it was the same colour as Thorn's, quite close to the Corrie red they wore every day. It was a nice bonus.

"Alright!" Thorn beamed. "We're ready for anything!"

It had been.. a while since Fox had seen Thorn so excited. He just nodded along and followed them outside. It would be good to catch a break.

~~~

Mando'a vod - sibling (plural: vode)

[from-a-reckless-writer]

RE: the tags about being tempted to post a half finished fic and guess the ending, well you are a reckless writer for a reason

this is long overdue, so here have a fic.

It has come to the point that nothing fazes her anymore.

A kidnapping? Been there, done that. It means calling Sam Arias to intimidate the board of members into temporary submission.

An explosion at the office? Just a typical Tuesday. It means relocating to the 23rd floor and sharing the desk with two other interns for 2 months tops.

An assassination attempt? It means bracing herself for at least 3 deliveries of donuts and coffee for the two following weeks that Kara Danvers would be protectively hovering over L-Corp, until her boss snaps and shoos her away back to CatCo.

She’s seen it all, endured it all and she sure as hell is prepared for it all. She’s got three different ironclad statements ready to publish for whatever PR disaster will most likely turn up that week. She’s got contacts from the FBI, DEO, CatCo, Daily Planet, Gotham Gazette-- hell she even has Lillian’s personal cell (just in case the Luthor matriarch ever tries anything y’know? ) and yes, even the number of that 'Mexican place at 5th and Spring, you know the one Kara likes, Jess?'

She’s got two pairs of heels, a raincoat and four sets of outfits neatly folded in a duffel bag, at the back of the office, reserved for any emergency that requires a change of clothes.

The point is, she is an independent Asian-American woman who has worked her ass off for the better part of the decade and has long learned to take no shit from anybody.

Not even stupid superpowered Kryptonians.

See, it takes a lot to be her. It takes unlimited patience to put up with a woman like Lena Luthor, not because she’s a terrible person. Oh no, no, the complete opposite, actually. She is so overwhelmingly kind to a fault, and she doesn’t want nor let anybody see it. It’s infuriating to see sometimes. Okay, fine, she sides with the Krytonian on that one matter. But oh, ho, ho, not today. Today, she’s mad.

She’s livid, actually and it’s all Supergirl’s fault. (and Lena Luthor's too.)

Jess has had her fair share of ‘I-Should-Not-Have-Been-Here’ moments, like that one time she forgot to knock and stumbled unto Lex mid-yell with Lena whose eyes were shimmering but was still keeping a rigid posture.

Or that one time when she thought her boss had long left the office, only to be greeted with quiet sobs and an empty bottle of scotch rolling on the floor. Or that time she happened upon Lena, skirt and sleeves on fire with fumes rising from a green solution.

Apparently, her staff from the lab refused to let her in after three days of their CEO holding herself in isolation with the experiment. Lena had gotten the great idea of smuggling the chemicals to her office instead. Luthors are nothing but determined. Jess still remembers the adrenaline rush of holding a fire extinguisher—as if she were the chosen 5th grader for a school fire drill—and shoving her boss out of the way.

Like she said, nothing fazes her anymore she’s seen it all, except maybe, this one. Yep, definitely this one. This one just made a hot ball of fury unfurl at her very core. This one might just take the cake.

Jess was just going about her day, returned from a hearty lunch and feeling reinvigorated from that dose of sunlight and fresh air. It was a quiet day today, she noticed, which should’ve been a foretelling.

Nothing really is ever quiet. Well, when it comes to L-Corp, at least.

She’s been sitting on her desk for about a good fifteen minutes and finished with screening a few papers from their new contractors, when it occurs to her that the latest blueprints from R&D are still on her desk instead of already being reviewed by her boss.

She grabs the drawing tube and quickly makes for her boss’s private office. They’ve spent enough time with each other that Jess could just come and go as she pleases, instead of having to knock each time. Saves both of their time, that way.

Although, usually, she buzzes through the intercom first to double check, but it was 1:20 P.M and she knows Lena doesn’t have anything scheduled after lunch. So, she pushes the door, confidently strolls in and promptly stops in her tracks.

Jess stops breathing for a moment, blinks once, twice, stares at the scene before her.

Lena Luthor sat atop her work desk; blouse open, eyes closed, cheeks flushed, neck currently being ravaged by Supergirl with legs wrapped around the waist.

She probably should’ve just turned and left while they haven’t seen her yet. That would’ve been the smart decision, right? Yes. Yes, it was so very clearly The Right Decision.

Of course, she doubts she could look Lena in the eye for the next few weeks after that, but at least she wouldn’t know that Jess walked in on them during an er- make-out session? Office tryst? Oh God, she shudders internally. It sounds even worse.

Incident? Yep. Yeah. She’s sticking with incident. Indecent incident sounds more apt really.

She should’ve left. Would have left, if her eyes didn’t just land on the desk—well, more like Miss Luthor’s as- backside—and felt the stirrings of rage make itself known. Because there, underneath Lena’s ass (Backside!! Jess, that’s your boss!) is the squished—probably crumpled—pages of a contract.

A contract they’ve spent 5 months securing!!

Jess decides to do what everyone else would have done in a situation such as this; she clears her throat. Loudly.

Classic move.

Supergirl’s head immediately shoots up and Lena’s eyes snap open.

“Jess!” Supergirl squeaks and she sees the exact moment the realization hits Lena. Her eyes widening at her girlfriend’s exclamation, whips her head to the side, spots Jess, hands scrambling to a panic to close all the buttons of her blouse.

She hears Lena hiss, “Fuck, shit. Oh my God. Shit. How did she even- You have superhearing!!!” as she pushes Supergirl—who lets herself be pushed, stunned by the intrusion, face redder than a tomato.

Lena gets off the desk, fixes herself all the while to futile results. Her hair is tugged down from her usual ponytail, her neck and chest is marked, her lips swollen.

Supergirl's hands twitch at the sides and Jess sees her gulp as blue eyes frantically dart to Lena and her, and then Lena, and then back to her.

Lena finally turns around after those few awkward beats.

"Jess," she begins, clearly trying hard to put on her business bitch persona, but come on, there's a hickey under her jaw for fuck's sake.

"It's not what you-"

Jess doesn’t let her finish, she stomps her way across the office and forcefully puts the drawing tube on the desk. It makes a hollow thump.

“Jess I-”

“Supergirl, do you know how long it takes to finalize a business proposal, pitch it to the board, persuade the board and finally have a contract drawn?”

Supergirl gulps again. Lena’s eyes are wild next to her, she doesn’t like not knowing what the next best move is, Jess knows this all too well.

“Uhhh- no?”

Jesus Christ, you’d think after years of shadowing Cat Grant, she'd had at least learned a thing or two. Then again, if somebody is full on glaring at her after getting caught red-handed, Jess doubts she could answer coherently too.

“That’s right,” Jess says, “You don’t.”

“Jess,” Lena repeats pointedly. She knows that tone. It’s a warning.

“Ms. Luthor.”

A period not a question mark. It’s a challenge.

"I've spent all my evenings working late on that, do you know how many dates I've had to cancel? Just so I can secure a meeting with Qatar and simultaneously sync it with Beijing's time? My boyfriend hasn't seen me in two weeks!” Jess bursts out.

“Two weeks, Supergirl!” She gets close enough to jab a finger to the Girl of Steel’s chest. A feat she will gladly tell all her coworkers later when she’s calmed down enough.

“Not to mention, the 10 other people who worked their ass off trying to make sure that Miss Luthor's presentation is airtight, bulletproof and waterproof!” Lena has the decency to look a little guilty at this point, nothing big though, just a slight tug at her lips, but it was enough for Jess.

“IT TOOK ME 3 FUCKING MINUTES TO PRINT THAT GODDAMN CONTRACT WHICH MIGHT NOT SOUND LONG—” Jess raises a finger in emphasis, “BUT BELIEVE ME WORKING IN L-CORP? A 3 MINUTE DIFFERENCE CAN MEAN AN ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT OR PSYCHOPATH PRESS!”

Supegirl of all people should already know this! For fuck’s sake!

Jess’s chest is heaving. She takes a deep breath, kneads her knuckles to her eyelids, “So, please if you're gonna have sex in the office, please, pleaseeeee clear the desk first. And at least, lock the door.”

She stares them both down, till Lena gives her a solemn nod; cheeks and ears still red. Supergirl squeaks out an, “U-understood, Ma’am.”

“Good. Glad we’ve come to an agreement.” Jess gives them one final nod before finally fulfilling what she came in here to do, “Miss Luthor,” She turns to Lena, “here are the R&D blueprints. Good day, to you Supergirl. I'll be going now. "

When she finally goes home, tells her boyfriend, and wonders aloud if she’ll still have a job the next morning, he tells her she’s such a badass.

And well, Jess can’t disagree with that.

*****

"Did I just- Did I just get yelled at by your secretary?? D-did she just chew us out?"

"She did, and she deserves a raise."

[viktorstittytank]

Part IV: Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone (NSFW)

Last part to the secretary miniseries I do think I’ll make a couple more mini fics but the official series is done<3

I hope you like it I put everything into it and wrote while I was sick so it reads a little longer than the rest.

I almost gave Silco a foot fetish for shits and giggles.

MINORS DNI 18+

Enjoy

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“OH MY FUCK!” You shriek throwing your raincoat at the distant form sitting in darkness. A glowing eye winking at you surrounded by pitch black.

Quickly reaching over and flicking on the light to your living room you come face to face with Silco who seems unbothered by your panicked state.

Somehow finding out it’s him in your house makes the whole situation 10x’s worse. You scream again.

“Stop screaming.” He gravely mutters, irritably tossing your coat back at you.

“How did you even get in here!”

He silently stares back at you with that clear ‘I’m literally the king of the undercity.’ look.

“Okay stupid question.” You notice his tie is loose. The first few buttons of his dress shirt sit undone. He looks like hell. Worse than hell. Like it chewed him up and spit him out.

Deep bags have settled under his eyes and it looks as if he’s gained a few grey hairs. Unfortunately none of this makes him look any less handsome, that bastard, but it does make you feel guilty.

instead of being asleep he’s been waiting for you to come home.

It tugs at your heart.

If you still worked for him he’d probably be at home, comfy in his bed in a set of nice silk pajamas maybe with the humidifier going.

“Why are you here, isn't it past your bedtime old man?”

He doesn’t take the bait, instead he completely ignores you.

Leans forward, hands clasped as he visibly prepares himself for what he’s going to say next, then looks up at you from where he’s sitting.

“I’m giving you back your position.”

“You’re what?”

“I’m rehiring you.”

Who just stole all of the air in your apartment?

“What about Carl-” “Carl will suffice I will not.”

“I don’t believe you.” A tenseness finds its way into your steps as you minimize the distance between the two of you making your way towards the couch.

“I don’t believe a thing you’re saying right now and I want you to leave.” You point towards your door but he doesn’t budge.

“And why is that?” He counters, tone laced with venom. How dare he pick a tone with you now.

“You break into my house telling me that all of a sudden I’m getting my position back and think I’m just going to be okay with it?”

“Excuse me?”

“Yes! Excuse you for walking in like you own the place-“ “I own the building,”

“-I busted my ass working for you! I gave my all and some, and what do I get for carefully pressing all of the collars of your shirts while you sign off another deal that I’ll have to do all the major paperwork on? FIRED. I get fucking fired.”

Silco rolls his eyes and sighs out, “Y/n,”

“Fired Silco. I slave away for you just so that you can go and lay me off cus picking on me, kicking me while Im already down isnt enough for you. You have to steal every lick of joy I get to experience and wring it out of me like I’m a towel.”

“Y/n,”

“I’m not done. I can't believe you. I put so much of myself into my work. I don’t do it for recognition but dammit it would be nice if you at least acknowledged it. I could pull the moon from the fucking sky for you and that wouldn’t be enough would it?”

“Y/n I think-“

“PLEASE STOP INTERRUPTING ME.”

He gives a curt nod leaning back into your couch cushions.

“I have been your work wife, your business partner, and your friend. I have searched the highest mountains for fucking shaving cream for you. I have had Sevika beat men to the pulp for me just so I can get you hair gel. I’ve spent the last of my paycheck on your stupid cigars just so that you can calm down. And you repay all of that by letting me go. Why would I want to come back to you?”

His expression has softened upon hearing your list of complaints against his mistreatment. His foot taps slowly while his fingers are busy fidgeting. You’ve never seen him squirm so much before.

“So you noticed?” He breathes out.

“Noticed what?” You counter crossing your arms over your chest.

He sighs standing to his feet and slowly starts to make his way towards you. His mouth holds a frown threatening to spill into a smile. A familiar smugness tugging at his expression.

“You are one of the most brilliant minds I’ve ever had work for me. I appreciate your eye for detail, and it does bring me a sort of assurance knowing that a capable individual is handling the data and blueprints of shimmer shipments.”

You can’t even tell if he’s being sincere or if he’s making a fool of you again. You shift so that you’re leaning on your left leg. You’re still trying to hold onto your irritated facade but you can’t help that he’s piqued your interest.

Silco’s never complimented you to your face before. What’s gotten into this man?

“Why did you fire me?”

Still walking closer to you, hands clasped behind his back, he tilts his head at your question. Considers it for a second before he’s towering over you.

“Because I could.” Figures. “And because I started to fear for your safety. With the vigilante situation in hand I thought you wouldn't be capable of handling yourself.”

You quirk an eyebrow at his confession. So all along this has been about “protecting” you. You don’t believe him.

Perhaps it shows on your face because his expression falters slightly.

“Though I admit I hadn’t been expecting you to stand up to me. I guess my judgment on how well you can handle yourself is…flawed.”

He runs a hand through his hair.

“What I’m trying to say is that…I would like to have you come back.” “You would like?” He slowly nods.

So he admits he needs you. Or your service.

Nervously glancing at the door you realize that it’s a little too late to just book it. Should’ve done that when the light was still off. It would have made more sense actually.

If anyone seriously dangerous was in here you would have gotten murdered.

“So do you want tea?” You offer trying your best to make this interaction feel normal, less tense especially after blowing up on him.

It’s hard to do that when the man that fired you is pretty much begging you to come back and work for him.

Silco’s watching your every move like a fucking hawk.

You patiently wait for a response and when he doesn’t say anything you nervously glance at the door again. Maybe you should’ve just ran away.

“So I’ll take that as a no?” As if a spell has been broken he blinks himself free and clears his throat bashfully nodding.

Something about Silco looking nervous surrounded by the interior of your home makes your stomach jump.

“Chamomile if you’d be so kind.”

You make your way to the kitchen, putting a kettle on the stove and watch from the kitchen as he seats himself.

Once the tea is done you make your way into the living room. He’s leaned back into the cushions, head tossed back, eyes closed, arms spread across the back of the couch, man spreading.

He looks like the perfect seat.

“I think I need time to consider your offer.” You utter sitting yourself on the opposite end of the couch offering him his cup.

He raises his head at your confession. “I take it you’ve got something better waiting for you.”

“I can’t just leave Carl. He’ll be lonely. Did you know your bartenders get lonely? And he’ll be exhausted handling all of that by himself. Plus I already started implementing a complex unit of sorting and arranging the glassware that he hasn’t grasped yet-“

He gently takes the cup from you. “I’m giving him a three thousand dollar bonus for putting up with you, I’m sure he will find a way to manage.”

“Putting up with me? Carl loves having me around.”

“He’s been working at the last drop longer than you’ve been working for me. And his name isn’t Carl. It’s James.”

He’s got you there. But do you really want to go back to silent mornings in Silco’s office and having your buttons pushed the next minute? Are you willing to surrender your peace for the sake of his success?

The longer you consider it the more nervous he seems.

“So you need me?” “Yes Y/n, I need you.”

“I’ll come back on one condition.” “Name your price.” “A new desk. Maybe my own office thought that might be pushing it.”

He chuckles at you. A rough noise that scratches its way up his throat.

“I’m serious Silco, I'm never doing paperwork at that tiny piece of trash ever again. Get me a desk or I’m walking.” “Okay.”

He isn’t going to fight you? What happened to the man that would give you hell over completing the simplest task?

“That’s it?”

“You made it clear what you want and since I need your help I’m in no place to negotiate.”

Seeming satisfied with himself he places the chipped china on top of your coffee table and raises to his feet.

With one final look at you he bids you adew walking out your front door leaving your mind a fuzzy buzzing mess.

When you’re sure he’s gone you collapse back into your couch and throw an arm over your face.

“Asshole.”

It’s 9:00 am and you bought a very special back to work gift for yourself to celebrate your achievement of return. A latex pencil skirt. risqué enough to make all the citizens of Piltover faint on the spot.

When you walk in you don’t come empty handed. In fact you bring an entire basket full of cleaning supplies, desk materials, and a couple of decorative pieces.

And the first thing you do is kick Silco out.

“Get out.” “Excuse me?”

“If I’m coming back to work for you there’s gonna need to be some changes made around here. But first you need to leave.”

He stares at you over his spectacles unmoving before suddenly standing and leaving.

As soon as the man is gone you start redecorating.

You get Sevika to rip the ugly curtains from up high for you, and she helps you move Silco’s desk back so that there’s more walk room. It also helps make the space look less awkward.

You replace the lightbulb in the lamp you had thrown at Silco with a nice purple bulb, and wipe down his desk with lemon scented cleaner. Something you know he’ll appreciate.

You color code the folders in the filing cabinet, clean out the paper shredder, unjam the printer, refill the stapler, wipe the window clean, rinse his ashtray, vacuum the welcome rug, and let Sevika carry out your old desk for you.

As it’s passing out the doorway you blow it a kiss. One you hope comforts it as it burns in the deepest depth of hell.

Finally for good measure you drop off a tiny cactus on his desk.

You slink around the office in your new blouse and latex skirt coupled with a pair of classic pumps (that you quickly abandon) and alternate between filing papers and creating a new financial distribution plan to better pinpoint whose pay needs to be cut the next time a vigilante attack takes place.

When the man of the hour returns you silently take in his reaction not missing the way the side of his mouth momentarily quirks up at the sight of the little cactus on his desk.

Or the way that quirk falls at the sight of your skirt. Quickly replaced with a scowl.

If anything you’d thought he’d like it. It was one hell of an investment.

“You have a meeting at 11:00 am with your council of investors so I have all of your data collections on your desk. I went ahead and purchased Sevika’s next shimmer pick up. Here’s your iced, Ristretto, 10 shot, venti, with breve, 5 pump vanilla, 7 pump caramel, 4 Splenda, poured, not shaken. Do you want your shot now or later?”

You twirl the injection in your hand waiting for his response but he stands there looking at you shocked.

He begrudgingly takes the drink from you.

“Where are your shoes?” He mutters glancing down at your feet.

You ball them up under his gaze.

“Nowhere that concerns you.”

He stares at you with this unreadable look. It makes you crinkle your face into a similar posture.

When Sevika enters her eyes immediately go to you. “Why isn’t she wearing shoes?”

“I don’t know.”

…

Although you have had some complaints about Silco’s insistence on working you to the bone you still find yourself in the office all the way till 10:00.

Still working, but mostly enjoying the feeling of your highlighter gliding smoothly across your paper while seated at your new powder blue desk.

In your new personal office.

Silco left a while ago and didn’t say if he was coming back, which means that you get to enjoy your new work space.

You don’t understand why he insisted on helping you break in your new office by working on your new couch the entire time but now that he’s gone you've got time to really celebrate.

No grumpy man to ruin your vibe, no one to knock over your nice neat piles of completed work, or criticize you filling out four sheets at one time.

Nope.

Just the nice soft music you put on, the bottle of wine Sevika and Jinx chipped in to get you sitting on your desk, and the night sky twinkling through the large glass window across the room.

Victory has never felt so sweet.

Glancing about the room you take in all the details from the wall paint to the tiny scribble doodle in the corner no doubt left there by jinx. Then you pull open your drawer and stare down at your lovely super gadget whose stuck by you through all of this mess.

A true A1.

And of course that’s when Silco comes walsing in clicking on the light startling at the sight of you. You give an amused scoff plopping down another completed piece off to the side while slamming the drawer shut.

“Didn’t expect me to be here?”

“No.”

He sits himself on the couch across the room from you, clasps his hands, and stares at you.

“Did you come all the way here to watch me work?”

“I came here to figure out who was still in my office-“

“You mean my office.” You correct him reaching across your desk for the bottle of relief.

He cocks his head at your comment and you sigh, reaching for the knife tucked into your stocking.

You animalistically pop the cork from the bottle with your dagger and it seems to catch him off guard.

He has no clue where you got it from and the longer he sits here the more he realizes he doesn’t know about you.

His nonchalant secretary has had a dagger on her person this entire time. Maybe she isn’t as naive as he originally believed you to be.

You pour yourself a heavy glass of wine.

“Should you be drinking at work?” His voice is laced with a teasing tone but you can still hear the slight concern.

What does he care?

“Technically I don’t work here. Remember?”

He ignores your jab. “Why didn’t you just go home?”

“Thought it would do me some good to finish up with the shimmer shipment documents. It’s not like I have much else to do.” “As much as I appreciate your efforts, you need a hobby.”

You shrug at his comment standing and making your way over to the couch.

You seat yourself on the opposite end so that there’s plenty of space between the two of you, and with your heavy glass in hand you stare into the side of his head.

Memorize the curves and scars of the side of his face. Admire how long his eyelashes really are.

He ignores you of course. It seems it’s the only way he knows how to deal with you.

Pretend you aren’t there.

He stares off to the side at something far far away letting the fingers on his hand curl and uncurl around the air. Clenching and releasing at nothing. Then finally looks at you and smiles softly.

It makes your tummy flutter.

“What?” “Are you always this quiet?” He questions. You shrug for maybe the millionth time tonight.

“You know as much as I hate to admit it I’m going to miss working with you in my presence.” He quietly mumbles. But you can still hear him.

“I never thought I’d see the day to hear you say anything close to such a thing.”

The comment makes him smile to the point you can see the edges of his teeth.

“I’ve always liked your teeth.” You mindlessly mutter. “I’m sorry?” You scoot closer to him so not much room separates the two of you.

Leaning forward you push your thumb against his bottom lip prying his jaw down so that you can see his bottom row of teeth. They’re so pretty.

Pearly and clean.

He seems unbothered with you looking (Jinx has done significantly worse) that is until you use your thumb and pointer to pry his lips from his gums even further examining his teeth.

This man has never had a cavity in his life, where is he getting his dental care from?

He gently pulls your hand from his mouth. “I think you should go to bed.” He suggests.

“I’m not tired. If anything I’m frustrated.” The wine in your system has made your cheeks color. Maybe. It could be the wine.

“You’ve had too much to drink.” “This is only my first glass.”

He eyes the half full cup. “Exactly.”

He reaches over plucking the glass from your hand and ignoring your “hey!” takes a sip.

You scoot back to the opposite end of the couch and pull a bar of dark chocolate from between the couch cushions.

One you hid as soon as you found out that this was your new office, and this was your new couch.

Glancing up you find Silco is quizzically staring at the chocolate no doubt wondering where you got it from.

One way or another you’re going to enjoy your new office whether he likes it or not.

A smooth silence resettles over the two of you. Silco sipping on your wine and you slowly eating your chocolate, reveling in the feeling of victory.

Until a chill runs through the air.

You prop your feet onto his lap at an attempt at gaining body heat not thinking much of the action mostly cus you’re too caught up in eating your chocolate like you’re in one of those shaving commercials.

And he seems fine with it, relatively unbothered until a thought crosses your mind and you start to rub the heel of your foot deep into his thigh.

“Well this isn’t very lady like.” A deep rouge has started to climb his neck.

His eyes cautiously lilt over the expanse of your stockinged leg. You pop a spot of chocolate into your mouth and moan in delight. “I beg to differ.”

“I must go-“ “Don’t you think I should get to enjoy myself? I mean you DID fire me,” “with good judgment.” “With silly judgement. I’m a grown woman, Silco.”

You push one of your feet into the side of one of his thighs reveling in the way he seems to shiver at the contact.

You’re nowhere near where you want to be and he already seems to be a mess.

In his own feverish act of retaliation he carefully rips your stocking, slipping his fingers through the tear to grab and massage at your calf. He extends your leg towards him and while maintaining eye contact places a chaste kiss against the sole of your foot.

“You feeling hot?” You sigh. He hums in reply.

“For someone who’s such a little shit I should let you suffer.” With the way you’re looking at him now, like you could eat him, the both of you know that you wouldn’t let him suffer such a fate.

He mindlessly stares at you waiting for something, anything.

“Well are you gonna touch me or what?” You grumble, popping another jagged piece of chocolate in your mouth.

“Always so upset with me.” He mutters placing another kiss at your ankle. “Tell me what I’ve done” another kiss a little higher. “And how I can make it better.”

“You want me to tell you how you can make it better?” You climb on top of him and start to slowly stroke his cheek with your thumb. You watch the way his eyelids flutter closed because of your touch.

You watch the way his lips part and his chest rises with a sharp intake of air.

So touch starved.

Then suddenly you grab a hand full of hair and tug. “I want you to respect me.” You whisper taking his ear between your teeth and moaning at the way he tries to buck you off.

“So sensitive.”

Your grip on his scalp tightens pulling a breathy groan from his chest. “I’m tired of working till the ass crack of dawn Silco.” “And I’ll stop making you.”

“I want free time. You know time to do things other than work?”

You can feel him poking up into you. Humoring yourself you grind down onto him taking his face in your hand.

“Why do you treat me the way you do?” You grumble. He hisses at the way you rub against him. His hands squeezing into your hips desperate for more.

More always more. Always greedy and selfish and impatient.

“Because you’re so pretty when you want to stab me.”

You giggle at his response and his cheeks light aflame at the sound.

“Stop being such a tease pet.” His breath is cool against your ear, left hand steadying you against his lap as his right tugs on the pencil skirt he seems to oh so despise.

Silco smells like the wood of his desk, aftershave, and a deep bitter cologne that invades your senses with no warning.

He sinks his teeth into your neck and a shiver runs up your back. He chuckles against your skin.

“What’s the magic word?” You mutter swallowed by lust.

When he doesn’t respond your eyes flutter open as you pull back to look at him. Blush climbing his neck pupils blown with lust. He’s staring right back at you.

You know he’s being stubborn. The chances of you ever getting him to beg for you are slim, but anything is impossible if you don’t try.

“Don’t get bashful on me now. All you have to say is ‘Miss Y/n may I please have your cunny?’ and i'll give it to you.”

He doesn’t respond, still tight-lipped staring unblinkingly at you. A few strands of his hair have stuck to his forehead. You run your freshly manicured nails through his usually tame hair.

Your hand shimmies down between your bodies and you grab him. He gasps.

“Speak.” “Miss Y/n.” He purrs articulating all the consonants in your name.

“May I please have…your cunt?” His hand’s snaked its way under your pushed up skirt. He’s rolling your bud between his thumb and forefinger looking at you with so much want, so much desire.

“Yes you may.” You breathily reply.

Pushing the fabric away from your core he slowly pushes his lanky digits inside of you scissoring his fingers moaning at the way your walls hug him and momentarily clinch at the sensation.

He pulls his fingers from your heat and holds them up to your lips looking at you expectantly. When you take them into your mouth he moans in satisfaction.

That is until you bite him.

You bite the tip of his finger so hard you draw blood. Silco groans at the sight of it pulling his finger into his own mouth to taste the red.

Overwhelmed with the desire to taste him you lean forward into his lips and sigh at the feeling of his cool lips slowly moving against yours. The wine on his tongue potent and contrasting with the copper.

“In.” He mumbles against your lips. “Okay-“ “Now.” “Silco one m-“ “please.”

You pull away to look at him. Your lipstick is smudged all across his mouth. He looks so ruined, so pretty and ruined.

He lets you undo the zipper of his pants and doesn’t even try to hide his smirk at the sight of your reaction.

The man is…long. Maybe 6 or 7 inches eyeballing it.

How the hell does that even fit it in his pants?

You line him up with your entrance and while you still have the courage, stuff him inside before fully sitting. A delicious moan tears from his chest chased with a whimper.

You guide his hands to the buttons of your top as you bounce against him and he impatiently pops them from the fabric before your breasts plop free and he’s basically groping you.

“Oh my.” He coarsely whispers, stroking your breast before leaning in so that his lips connect with your skin.

You sigh at the contact.

Silco’s lips trail across your chest momentarily nipping at the hardened buds. Looking up at you his hot tongue finds placement on one of your nipples. Designated hand tweaking the other all while watching the way you emote.

His eyes feel like fire, burning through you. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been waiting for him to touch you like this. More ideally somewhere else and not on an office couch but you’re taking what you can get.

He loops his fingers into the waist of your hiked up skirt whimpering as he fucks up into you planting his feet for better leverage.

At some point he angles his hips upwards and accidentally brushed against that spot that has you falling forward digging your nails into his shoulders.

Once he’s found it he abuses it. Short calculated thrusts as his thumb finds its way back to remorselessly abusing your aching clit.

“Silco,” you whimper into his shoulder, feeling the way his chest vibrates with every chuckle at the sound of you.

However as soon as you clench around him his movements begin to stutter.

You take the moment to tease him pulling back to get a good look at the wrecked man.

“I’ve never seen you so speechless before. Cat got your tongue?”

Silco only moans in response, thrusting up to make contact with your hips.

He’s shivering. Legs quaking each and every time you slam back down, gripping onto your thighs and breathily moaning into the air.

“Y/n please.” “Please what?”

“Let me cum.” He sighs into the night air. His voice trembles.

Taking pity on him you readjust yourself so that you’re squatting and start to bounce faster against him.

“Anything for you pretty boy.”

His legs continue to shake the closer he gets to the edge, fingers grasping your thighs as he chases after his own high.

He swears as he pulls out of you spilling against his own stomach. His hands travel up to your sides and massage.

“You didn’t finish.” “No it’s okay-“ “Y/n” he all but growls your name. “Let me help you cum.”

“Fine.”

Climbing off of him you walk over behind your desk and pull your special gadget from the drawer and watch the way the color rushes back to his face as you place it in his hand.

At this rate you might break the poor man.

He turns it over carefully examining the buttons and such before pulling you down on his lap and gently pushing the vibrator inside of you while positioning the ribbed outer part directly against your clit.

Without another thought he clicks it on the highest level, clamping his hand down against your waist to stop you from squirming away.

“S-s-Silco!” “Mhmmm?”

As if he hasn’t done enough, he has the audacity to turn on the heated setting as well. Something you didn’t even know the thing could do.

He’s trying to kill you.

“S-silco!” “Yes pet.” “Too much.”

You shiver in his lap before it seems the ceiling is crashing down onto you. For a moment or so everything goes quiet and then you find yourself collapsed against Silco’s chest heaving in greedy gasps of air.

“This couch was a great investment.” Silco mumbles into your hair.

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melt in your mouth | reader x jisung

Pairing: self insert, gender neutral reader x han jisung 

Genre: that good good smut 

Summary: After hearing a rather interesting story about a certain brand of chocolate aphrodisiacs, your curiosity gets the best of you and your friend’s roommate, Jisung.....a spin off of bites like bittersweet

Word count: 3.7k 

*photocreds to OP!

{see below for tags, nsfw and warnings!} 

Tags: aphrodisiac au, somewhat friends to lovers, hints of mutual pining, bestfriend!seungmin, seungmin’sroommate!jisung, hardswitch!jisung, hardswitch!reader, explicit language, mentions of food/eating, hand stuff (r &m), degredation, petnames, dirty talk, unprotected sex (stay safe cuties), creampie, voyeurism, and we love a plot twist ;)  

~💋~

two flavors seemed excessive. one flavor seemed like just enough. you didn’t want to break the bank or anything on something that was likely crappy quality or potentially psychedelic; even worse, it could be both. 

“and you want to try these with me why?” seungmin pushed his wire-framed glasses up his nose bridge and scrunched it up. he inspected the paper wrapper with a skeptical glare. the design itself was anything but trustworthy: in swirly cursive pink font, the name Cherri Amore and under it, a absurdly large lipstick mark with the outline of a couple doing what must have been fucking “spread eagle.” 

seungmin muttered, leaning over the counter of the dingy kitchen he shared with his roommates, “proven aphrodiasiac and libido booster...? y/n, sorry, i just--i’m fucking lost here--” 

“--ever heard of trying something for the hell of it seung??” you snatched the bar from his hand. “the review that i read online said that it made them crazy fucking horny, so much so that they fucked their best friend of something like five years or something like that. isn’t that insane?!” 

your best friend’s eyes blew out with his mouth aghast, “what the hell?? shit--of course you’d find something insane on the internet like this and drag me into it...”  

in your incredulous laugher, you threw your neck back so hard it hurt a little. “loosen up! it’s probably a scam or something. plus...if it does work on us...don’t act like i haven’t caught you in the act before...” 

seungmin, ever the angel, flushed a shade of fuchsia you thought inhumanly possible for someone to attempt. “that-that wasn’t--that wasn’t what you thought it was!!!” he cast away the chocolate bar as if it were his dick on the very night that you had walked in on something that was supposedly not what it looked like. 

“relax!” you punched your embarrassed friend on the arm which he dramatically rubbed into. “it’s not a sin to jerk off or anything. hell, i do it....obviously.” 

seungmin chuckled out unsteadily, “well, um, what if it does work then, what do we do?” 

you snickered, “ha! hell if i know. cross that bridge when we get there?” 

“so what you’re saying is...this could either be a massive waste of our time, or, both of us get so stupidly turned on that we decide to have sex....with eachother?” 

“that’s the gist i’m getting.” you took to the corner of the shiny pink paper wrapping at the corner. “but...who said that we had to fuck or anything...?” 

from fuchsia to nearly scarlet, seungmin averted his eyes at the speed of light. 

“seung!!! do you have something to tell me?!” your teasing grin spread wide and you lifted your hand to give your adorable friend a clap on the back. 

“i’m just repeating what you said!!” 

you broke the bar open, cracking off the first square on the counter with a solid snap. with a smirk, you offered it to your friend. he reached out, only to nearly jump out of his skin when the old-timey ringtone from his phone erupted in the hollow kitchen. 

“shit.” he murmured under his breath, pulling it out and immediately pressing the call button upon seeing the caller. “h-hello? yeah? wait, wait...slow down...the cultures did what?! and you have to start over?? shit--” 

before you could have anything to do with it, your friend was already throwing on his sneakers and sky blue raincoat. “sorry, y/n but i have to go. that was my co-worker, they said that something went bad with the incubator, and all of the cultures are ruined, and there’s the stupid lab meeting in the morning--” 

“i’m gonna pretend that i understood everything you said.” you hung at the doorway to the kitchen, observing him trip over pairs of shoes and other random-ass college-aged boy items. “you only get a pass because i have a feeling that the coworker we’re talking about here is the cute one.” 

your friend rolled his eyes, mouthing a reluctant, “yes.” 

“fine then. we can try the chocolates another time.” 

“fine--sure--” seungmin grabbed for the handle, “sorry. again.” 

~💋~

you felt like the chocolate bar was taunting you, just sitting there opened with two squares all ready for the eating. oddly, you really couldn’t figure out exactly why you had wanted to try them in the first place. for a second, the guilt and loneliness started to seep through and it felt sticky, pathetic, and stung like thorns right into your breaths. 

“fuck it.” you whispered under your breath, swiping them all up and walking over to the trash can. 

“whatcha got there?” a voice entered the room attached to one of seungmin’s roommates, jisung. 

the two of you had met many times in passing, and you had shared enough small talk to consider him somewhat of an acquaintance. from what you had gathered about the boy, he spent much too much time in his room working on his animations and was the dictionary definition of one of those cocky-assholes you had a soft spot for. 

“jisung--hey. it’s...it’s nothing. something stupid that i blew my money on.” 

“let me see.” he crossed the room, looking wired and overtired as usual. 

from staring at his screen for so long his eyes bagged with dark circles, but somehow it made him look mischievous, or something like that. his muscle tank had been cut low to reveal his sides and ribs which flared when he grabbed for the bar of chocolate. 

“huh.” he scoffed, “i’ve seen like, infomercials for these things. you were going to try it?” 

“yeah...i-i mean--no...i was.” 

“what’s stopping you? not curious anymore?” 

“window of opportunity passed.” 

“i don’t think so.” he grinned, matter of a fact. “i like chocolate.” 

you couldn’t quite believe what was being said to you at first. jisung, the boy that you barely knew, was standing there with his goofy heart-shaped smile and all, holding libido boosters and asking you to take them with him. 

“you do know what those are, right? what they could do?” 

immediately, he popped one in his mouth, nearly like it was a challenge. “empahsis on the “could.”” 

he held them closer to you, prompting you to take the remaining square which was flecked with little red hard-candy looking bits. 

“fine then. you’re right. what they could do.” you downed the candy, crunching it and finding that the quality was certainly not a guarantee. the thing itself tasted halfway between a tootsie roll and cold medicine. “fuck.” 

jisung laughed, throwing the rest of the bar away.

“what did you that for?” 

“i’m guessing whether they work or not, you might not need them anymore.” 

your friend’s roommate slicked his hair back, and ruffled it over his dark eyes. his face was slightly puffed with exhaustion, but it didn’t make him any less handsome. 

“so we wait now?” you asked, glancing at the clock. 

“wanna order some food or something?” he smacked his lips, “i need a fucking chaser after that.” 

~💋~

you didn’t know what time it was; late, probably. after a couple hours of realizing that nothing was really going to happen to you or your friend’s roommate, you had decided to stop expecting it. although, you had kind of hoped...

the sofa that the boys shared was just about as comfortable as you had remembered it. it was large enough to hold you and seungmin’s two roommates on better days, but, once again, random-ass college-boy stuff cluttered at least half of it. it was one of those “dumpster finds” and kind of smelled like a grandma’s house, but honestly, that was what made it so comfortable. 

the tv carried on, playing some kind of animated movie that jisung had chosen claiming that the director was some kind of “god of animation and storytelling.” you liked the colors, but soon you felt yourself being lulled and drowsy: your head felt heavy simply resting on your shoulders. 

your eyelids fogged, and the sounds from the tv set started to fade into inexistence. beside you, jisung had crossed his arms, but the lack of space had pressed both of your thighs together, and the warmth from his leg started to wash over your drowsy state. your head bobbed, swayed...then fell, directly onto his shoulder. had you been more lucid, you would have cared more. 

“oh--” he jumped slightly, and shifted awkwardly. 

the room darkened and soon all you could see was the thin line of light that your half-open eyes allowed. 

“this-this can’t be comfortable for you.” jisung hushed and clicked the tv off. “hey, you should be heading to bed anyway, it’s late.” 

“are you kicking me out, jisung?” you babbled, not really aware of your own words. 

your friend’s roommate chuckled, straightening his posture to support you. “i’m not gonna make you walk back to your place at this time of night.” 

“it’s only a couple of blocks--” 

“--you’ve slept over here before, haven’t you?” 

you stretched out your arms with a little squeak.

“yeah. on the couch.” 

“you...can’t do that. you’d have to sleep in a fucking corkscrew if you did that.” 

“yeah, i know.” you giggled, now finding yourself in a kind of stupor that made you wonder if the chocolates really were doing their job. “i’ll just take seung’s bed then--” 

“--he’s! not back...yet.” jisung hugged his arms to himself. “i dunno, shouldn’t he have his bed when he comes back?” he cleared his throat, composing himself. “of course, there’s space in my bed if you’d like.” 

“me? sleep with you?” 

“yes, with me.” just as he had before, that little challenging edge coated his tone, “only if you’re comfortable i mean. i guess that i’m forgetting that the most that the two of us have shared yet is some wack-ass chocolate so, i shouldn’t be making any assumptions.” 

“no, no!” you pounced off from the couch, reaching high to the ceiling to stretch out your sore back next. and, perhaps to let your shirt tuck up just a little bit as you did so. “i don’t have a problem with it.” 

jisung nodded, grinning in the half-lit room, cleaning away to-go boxes. you had noticed before, but the way that his triceps tensed when he moved around was really just a little too distracting. 

“you can head on in, but--be quieter about it. jeongin is sleeping in here.” 

you clicked off a sleepy salute, following the hall down exactly where you had known his room to be, but you had never entered it before. it didn’t surprise you, but it was just as messy as the rest of the place was, and you had to tip-toe around god-knows what to find your way.

after tripping on something soft and sort of damp, (which you prayed was a shower-towel) you made your way to jisung and his face illuminated by the blue-glow of his phone screen where he had immediately jumped in bed after navigating through the room much more skillfully than you had.  

“you have an issue if i sleep in my underwear?” you asked, realizing. 

jisung paused, wide eyed, but quickly fell back into his casual and cocky smirk. “i mean, that’s basically what i’m doing so...”  

“scooch over. i hope you’re not a blanket hogger or anything.” 

the bed was already pleasantly warm from jisung having occupied it. it would have felt amazing if you had been as tired as you had been moments ago, but now your entire body felt horribly wide-awake. 

“--and if you start to snore, i’m leaving you for the couch, got it?” 

jisung let out an airy laugh, shifting and creaking the bed a bit under him, “i don’t snore...for your information.” 

with the blankets pulled up to your nose, you turned to lay on your back, eyes finally adjusting to the darkness of the room. above you, the faint green glow of glow-in-the-dark stars sprinkled across the ceiling, making up constellations: from what you could make out, the big dipper was above jisung’s bed, and the little one was above jeongin’s, who peacefully slept with tiny breaths. 

jisung rolled to the side, accidently brushing his bare leg against yours. 

“night, y/n. sorry the chocolates didn’t work out. would’ve been kind of hilarious if they did.” 

“psh.” you rolled over too, closing your eyes, “you saying you would’ve taken up the opportunity to get in my pants?” 

“guess we’ll never know.” he sighed. 

~💋~

birds chirped, signaling the coming sunrise what was nearly breaking upon the horizon, and filled with deep blue sky with a type of orange-glow. the room was dim and stuffy, and noticeably much hotter than you remembered it being before. over the course of the night, you had tangled your legs with the sheets, finding them trapping you between them, and you shuffled to escape them and feel the air hit your skin. they shifted, letting you feeling the sticky mess between your legs. 

“what the--” the aching and heated desire made itself painfully obvious, soaking directly through your underwear, making a wet mess of them where you throbbed with an utterly unexplainable arousal that reverberated in your core. 

the friction from your legs only heightened the sensation, and you found yourself unwillingly rutting down into the mattress just to feel an ounce of relief. 

fuck, the chocolates, you recalled. while you had expected to feel something from them, this was twenty times more intense than anything you could have planned for. 

you were like an animal in heat, vulnerable, weak, dazed. your body set ablaze, and it only made sense to strip of any and all clothing that held you back. in your own desperation, you had completely forgotten about the man resting next to you. 

“y/n? what's--what are you doing?” jisung groggily croaked in a tone several octaves lower than you were accustomed to. your brain could only calculate it is as downright, unbelievably sexy. 

“jisung, i’m fucking burning up, an-and, i think i’m finally feeling something....are you?” 

he hadn’t noticed it at first until he did, but from where he could see where the blanket dipped all the way down to your waist, you were completely bare. with fluttering eyes, he gulped down dry. you noticed the way that he took you all in, looking at every inch of you. you reveled in how he greedily and shamelessly didn’t stop. 

under the covers, his own legs twisted. 

“me too.” he answered gravely, speaking with a low whisper.  

carefully, his tentative touch advanced under the covers, slowly reaching to your bare hip, where he settled a testing caress, squeezing harder, then cascaded down the small of your back to make you shiver. your own hand did the same, instead finding his leg and creeping your hand up and under his shirt. little space existed between the two of you, and only the panting of your heavy inhales and exhales could be heard. 

your eyes glued to his, beautifully brown and dilating, trembling a little while holding yours. from his light touches, it took every bit of your will to control yourself from launching over him. jisung’s hand fell lower, and toyed with the elastic band of your underwear which had started to feel painfully confining. each of your own fingers traveled up his torso, brushing over his chest which made his whole body shake. 

“sh-shit, i’m so fucking--” jisung started, dropping off his words to let out a wavering sigh. you didn’t need to guess any further. 

jisung slid two fingers under your elastic band, and it became too much to handle. 

“please, touch me jisung.” you whined out pitifully, clawing directly into the soft muscles of his back. 

you were shocked how quickly he had given into you, immediately crashing his lips against yours first, then using both arms to pull you into his chest so close it stole all of your breath away. you kissed him back roughly, ravenous to feel the sensation of his mouth against your own. he growled out a small groan directly into your lips, sloppily working every single corner and edge of your mouth with a devilish smile curling his own. 

lower, both of your hips met flush, grinding and twisting to create the kind of pressure that the both of you craved. limbs twisted, sweating and heated skin mingled, and you could feel every bit of his hardened cock right against your own arousal and how his shaft throbbed helplessly. 

“you taste so good.” he murmured between haphazard kisses, letting his low tone vibrate against you. 

“take these off.” you ordered, tugging at his boxers, nearly taking them off yourself. 

“take yours off.” he echoed, and you did. 

curious hands plunged deeper, delighting fingers in the slick of the other’s cum. 

“fuck.” jisung dragged the explicative over your lip where he lapped lazily into you. “don’t stop.” 

you gave him a moment’s pause, stopping to wet your palm with saliva, then met it with his cock. you worked his length with the sharp and twisting turn of your wrist, causing him to whimper out shamelessly. 

“shhh.” you hissed, pulling his lip with our teeth, “don’t want to wake up your roommate do we?” 

he nodded, biting each and every tantalizing little sound into his lip instead. your own breaths grew shallow feeling the pressure from his hand between your legs and how he had grabbed into your thigh to swing it over his hip for better access. 

“wouldn’t you like me to fuck you out, baby? fuck you like the good little cock whore that you are for me? i’ve seen the way that you look...you’ve wanted this...haven’t you?” jisung’s words were slick and luxurious despite their bite.  

to suppress the begging moan in your throat, you cupped your hand over your mouth, and pressed hard into it. 

the blanket tented from your pulling at his cock and how you rubbed over his slit: it was an ethereal sight even in the blurriness of the room. 

slowly, you leaned over to his ear, waist rocking back and forth over the sensation of his hand rubbing into you relentlessly. “don’t lie baby, you want my ass bouncing on your cock...don’t you?” 

in one movement, he swept his full body weight over yours and harshly pulled your legs back to open your entrance just for him to tease with his tip. he guided himself in slowly and meticulously, bottoming out once you had sunk your fingers into his shoulders to manage some of the screams you would have let out otherwise. 

“fuck yes, baby.” jisung growled, finding an animalistic pace that burned your whole body with white flames of pleasure. 

you grew impatient wondering furiously what his cute little pouty cheeks would look like when you fucked him from above, riding his dick. you wouldn’t wait any further, taking your grasp on his shoulders to then flip him, settling your hips over his dick which you pounced on to the tune of one of his moans slipping past, loud and guttural. 

“shut. the fuck. up.” you scolded him, throwing your hand over his pretty mouth. he whimpered out once again, eyes rolling feeling the tip of his dick reach as deeply inside of you as you would let it.  “cum inside me sungie, i won’t stop until I have every last drop.” 

jisung nodded, chest flaring as his breaths quickened. 

“cum for me baby, and i’ll cum for you...got it?” your breathy whispers scratched your throat, but you needed him to hear. 

you held his eyes which glistened with two pretty little tears that fell  as he came hard, shaking with his whole body and letting each of his gleeful moans come spiraling into your hand. 

your own heat came surging, right at your core, growing....growing...

a lamplight flashed on. 

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? WHAT THE--WHAT THE--” 

jeongin threw his sheets over his eyes, while shuddering. “I WAS FUCKING SLEEPING!!” 

his shrill scream sent you jumping out of your lust, and you scrambled off jisung’s throbbing and pink cock, and forgetting the force of gravity, which sent his cum dripping out from inside of you. in your panic, you grabbed at anything to cover up your body and his, only to get so tangled that you lost your balance on the edge of the bed and.....

~💋~

THUMP 

your body hit the wooden floor of jisung and jeongin’s room, right on your butt where you knew that it would be hurting for weeks. 

as disoriented as you were, it took you a good few minutes to realize what had actually just happened. 

“y/n?” jisung called with his groggy half-awake, half-asleep tone. “did you just fall out of the bed?” 

on the opposite side of the room, you whipped your head over to see jeongin still peacefully sleeping with his back turned to jisung’s bed.

“fuck--um, yeah. i did. shit...” 

jisung chuckled in the dark room just barely peeking with the first bits of the sunrise in streaming into the room. 

“i don’t know how you did that considering i gave you plenty of space. get back up here.” 

still dazed and brain overheating, you could have sworn you felt the little aftershocks of the orgasm that felt so real still coursing through your body. 

you felt it too: the way that your underwear had slicked. some part of it all must’ve been real. 

“jisung--” you started, not even sure if you wanted to tell him in the first place. “are you certain that you didn’t feel anything?” 

jisung turned to face you and shook his head, “no, you?” 

you hesitated, holding his eyes to see that he must have been telling the truth. 

“i just...i just had this insane dream...” 

“dream? about what?” 

“it’s hard to explain...” you trailed. 

“you look kind of shaken up, are you sure that you’re okay?” jisung extended a careful hand, and smoothed down the side of your face in the way that had felt frighteningly real only seconds ago. his hand lingered, falling down your neck and giving you goosebumps. your eyes fell to his lips, and you wondered if they would taste like you had imagined them to be. 

you leaned in closer, closing the gap. 

“it went something like this.” 

~🌹~

Bunch of (Ro)ses! 

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[whump-town]

A Favor

Feeling very Hotch and Hank these days (feel free to send me asks about them because I fucking love them and I will write more about them if given the chance)

No warnings

No Pairings

It begins about mid-April in the height of the whole “April showers bring May flowers” thing. Hotch is sitting on the porch when Derek pulls into his driveway. The day is chilly, the perfect sort where the weather never gets the chance to get humid because the rain doesn’t stop falling and the sun stays tucked behind thick, billowing clouds. Windshield wipers darting quickly, never fast enough to fight the rapid downpour. Sitting out in a rocking chair, sweater pulled over his white-shirt to fight the chill, Hotch cocks his head to the side as Derek throws his door open, jogging - head down- to the porch. The car is still on.

“I need a favor,” he shouts as he nears the porch. He runs on up, ignoring Hotch’s raised eyebrow of confusion. Derek follows his eyes to the car and lets out a breathless sigh. “Listen, man, Hank’s got the croup or something. The nursery won’t take him when he’s got a fever and the plumbing just blew sky high at that house I’m renovating on Sixth Street. Savannah -”

Hotch stands, all Derek needed to say was that he needed Hotch to watch Hank for a little bit. The rest is rather unnecessary. How many times did Derek spend an hour or the day watching Jack so Hotch could do his job? Hanging around a park or the office instead of out doing what he wanted. Even if he hadn’t watched Jack, Hotch loves Hank. He cares about Derek and he also likes Savannah. Besides, his day isn’t exactly looking too busy at the moment. “He’s in the car?” Hotch asks, reaching down and grabs the raincoat he’d laid over the chair beside him.

Derek nods. He winces, “he’s moody but I think he’s excited to see you.”

Hotch hums. As they near the car, Hotch’s jacket is thrown over his arm as he walks into the rain, he smirks as they get closer and Hank’s crying gets louder. He looks at Derek, a twinkle in his eye, and betrays his amusement. Hank doesn’t exactly sound excited to be here.

Derek opens the door, immediately placing a hand on Hank’s heaving chest, shushing him gently. “Hank,” he calls, rubbing Hank’s chest with his thumb. “Baby look who it is.” Hank whines, kicking out and still making softer crying sounds as he rubs his eyes and finds Hotch. “See?” Derek offers, stepping to the side to let Hotch step closer. “I promised I’d take you to see Hops.” Hank still cries, softer now but big pitiful tears that make both men’s heartache. It makes Derek feel awful that he has to leave him.

Derek steps back, sighing as he moves to the other side of the car for the diaper bag. “Everything should be in here,” Derek shouts, as he leans around and drags the heavy bag out. He hadn’t looked in it, he realizes, before leaving but he’s certain diapers are good but he’s not so sure about a spare change of clothes. If it’s that big of a deal, Hotch will just drive him to Derek’s. Besides, Savannah should be off by five and Derek should be done by lunchtime. They’ll be fine. Hotch has done the baby thing before.

Hotch unbuckles the straps holding Hank in, frowning when Hank immediately starts fighting to get the rest of the way out. His fingers have lost the dexterity he had in his youth - too many years of abusing them for all they were worth in fights, countless hours of paperwork, and... Foyet. Wiggling baby and tiny little mechanics do not help. He’s managing slowly when Derek comes back around, his grey t-shirt now soaked, and he steps back to let Derek in.

“Alright, alright -” Derek gets him out in a second. Working through the straps and buttons with no issue. “Look,” Derek turns and gives Hank to Hotch. Smiling when Hotch wraps his raincoat around the baby, rocking his body to try and soothe Hank back down. The baby takes to Hotch, wrapping his arms around his neck, and presses his wet face into Hotch’s shirt. Derek can faintly hear him hiccuping, still crying but softer now. Whining more than sobbing.

At that moment, Derek has no idea the impact of the domino that he has knocked over.

When Hank was born, before Hank was born, Reid went through this phase of reading every parenting book he perceived worth it. If they were really good, if Reid found them intellectually stimulating and correct statistically, he’d turn them over to Morgan. Annotated. They would be covered in sticky notes, full of notes and commentary. Lots of directions about orders to read the books in and how to skip around so ensure he got the best read according to Reid.

Having nothing to do with what Reid thought was best or even important, Derek found himself reading through the guides about grandparents. About the ways that people change. Adapting to being a parent and then how parents handle being grandparents.

His father would never meet Hank.

Chicago is so far away. Fran is here when she can be, she’s a fantastic grandmother. He’s called her for everything under the sun and even though Hank has had a thousand colds and upper-respiratory infections come and go, he still calls her for every single one. Just to make sure. Just for someone to tell him he’s doing all this right.

Savannah hasn’t talked to her parents in years. Things are too complicated.

Hank will have a grandmother. One.

It’s so unfair.

It eats Derek up. Grandparents had been so important to him as a child. His grandmother was one of the only people he felt safe with, always. She was just calm in the storm of pain in his life. Who could be that person for Hank? He never wants Hank to need someone but it’s better to have a net to fall on, something to brace against when the floor gives way than to come crashing through the floor. To be met with concrete where it doesn’t have to be.

Then Derek goes and spills all those dominos.

The first time that it happens he’s a mess. He dropped Hank off at daycare at seven, like he does every morning. So, reasonably, that’s where Hank should be at two when Derek goes to pick him up.

An hour later, shaking and on the verge of tears, Derek finds him in Hotch’s backyard. The two calmly swaying in the hammock, Hank drowsily listening to Hotch read “The Lorax”. Even intently listening, head tilted up so he can see Hotch, to the older man’s boring, if not entirely too complicated, commentary about capitalism and Karl Marx. The alienation of labor and lack of class consciousness, it’s no wonder the kid is falling asleep.

Putting Hotch on the emergency list had been more of a precaution for the possibility that Morgan is on a job and Savannah has work. He hadn’t really considered Hotch would need to go get Hank. Morgan hadn’t even wanted to list him, didn’t want to bother him like that.

By about the hundredth time, it’s no longer jarring to walk into the daycare and find his son is already gone. Even the workers know to warn him now.

Derek has a key to Hotch’s, he’s more than earned that right but especially these days. He lets himself into the front door and through the house, knows exactly where to find his son. The kid spends more days out of daycare than he spends in it.

“What are you two going to do when he goes to Kindergarten next year?”

They’re in the backyard, as they typically are. As annoying as he finds paying for a program that Hank doesn’t honestly attend most days, he can’t complain that much. Hank is reading exceptionally well, having two adults’ undivided attention for long periods of time helps. There are side effects. He can read books on his own but he does occasionally do old people things.

Like grunt when he sits down.

And asks to drink everything out of a mug.

Derek can see the face Emily makes, knows how this conversation goes by default of how it’s gone a hundred times before. “No,” Derek says, flatly. “You can not pull him out of Kindergarten.”

Hotch looks down at Hank, the toddler curled up into his side with a picture book. “He doesn’t have to go to Kindergarten.”

Derek had made himself sick thinking about Hank’s perceived lack of support. He hadn’t anticipated this. The giant hammock Hotch put up in his backyard. Met for fall days just like this, large enough for Emily and Hotch lay on two separate ends. Hank in the middle of them, feet kicked up on Emily’s thighs like a little king. The bookshelf in Hotch’s old office lowest shelf full of children’s books. The car seat in his old pick-up truck. The go-gurts, applesauce squeeze drinks, and gummies in his kitchen cabinets.

“There are proven benefits to homeschooling,” Emily offers, eyes peeking up above her own book.

Morgan rolls his eyes, “and there are too Kindergarten as well.”

Hotch says nothing but the blank look, the slight glare, speaks for itself.

“I don’t want my four-year-old to act like an old person,” Morgan defends. Is it not bad enough he grunts when he bends down to get things? That he’s told Savannah his back hurts and he needs a heating pad? He’s four. He doesn’t need any of those things. “No offense,” he adds, very delayed. The worst part is that he was going to have to bring Hank here this afternoon anyways. He’s expecting a new roofer at his property on the other side of town and Hank gets too antsy to watch. Besides, Hank would much rather be here.

“Look!” Hank sits up, twisting and turning around so that he can show Hotch his book. Derek moves forward, about to fuss and warn him to gentle but Hank knows what to do. He spends every day with two old people, neither as limber as they once were. Covered in scars and trauma that have stolen mobility. He knows how to be excited and bouncy with them. So he’s careful even as he looks like a monkey climbing up the side of Hotch’s legs and hip to half sit on his stomach and turn his book around. “See?”

Hotch nods, smiling encouragingly. Hank’s new thing is spiders. Bugs are very age-appropriate but Emily and Hotch struggle to maintain a blind amount of interest. Especially when Hank brings them bugs, he’s so excited too. It’s adorable but Hotch is going to lose his mind if he has to let Hank crawl into his lap with one more spider.

“I’ll be back by six,” Morgan says. He kisses the top of Hank’s head, nodding his head when Hank shows him the enlarged picture of the spider in his book. “If not--”

“He’s fine here, no reason to rush around.”

Morgan nods, "love you, buddy."

Hank ignores him, just falls over onto his side. Squirming around until he's tucked against Hotch's side, smirking up at his father.

"Behave."

But the truth is, Hank always acts on his best behavior for Hotch.

[bangtanoneshotsx]

Rain-Jungkook

I don’t really know what this is tbh. I’m not really back but this was just written one night at 2am

Somehow you didn’t hear the rain pounding against your office window. So as you looked up from your phone, finally seeing the outside from the small lobby of the office building you worked at, you silently cursed.

“Looks like there’s going to be a storm Miss.” The security guard spoke from his post, the small wrinkles in the corner of his eyes deepened with the gentle smile. With a sigh, you nodded, thanking him. Your bus stop was only a few minutes away, but still, in weather like this, it would feel like miles.

If the security guard was right, and there would be a storm, you couldn’t really chance it and wait in the lobby until the rain stopped. With the older man’s predictions you could be waiting all night. With another grumble, you zipped up your black bag, pulling your camel coat tighter around you. It was your one jacket without a zip, just flimsy buttons that wouldn’t do much. With another moment to brace yourself, you wished the security guard a goodnight before heading out. Instantly, you were drenched, the heels of your boots splashing the puddles, bringing up small droplets to the back of your legs. In the distance you could see your bus stop and the small shelter it provided. With your head down, and against the wind, you made your way to the stop.

Finally, you made it to the glass shelter, though the rain still pounded on the roof above you. You winced as you moved your soaked hair, the drops sliding down your back. Landing on the small bench, you let your back fall against the glass wall, your top sticking to your skin.

“I hear there’s a storm.” A deep voice brought your head up. A man, equally drenched as you stood just under the bus shelter. You noticed he wore a white blouse, that had turned slightly see-through, his sleeves rolled up, showing his tattoo covered arm

“So I’ve heard. Start of the season I suppose.” You murmured, glancing at the electronic sign telling you how far away the next bus was. The man grinned, sitting next to you. With a groan, he stretched, his head hitting the glass behind him.

“Is this the point where we stop pretending we don’t know each other?” You gave a burst of laughter, rolling your eyes. With your head to the side, you noticed him looking at you.

“How was work Jungkook?” You finally asked. Jungkook gave a gentle sigh.

“Yoongi was stressed, the client wanted the next four songs at the end of the week.”

“What does that mean for you?” Jungkook’s neutral expression quickly turned into a proud grin.

“It means I get to help produce and edit the songs.”

“Jungkook that’s great!” Jungkook’s cheeks were tinted red, though you could still see the pride in his expression.

“You think so?”

“Of course! This is what you’ve been waiting for.” Jungkook hummed, the smile on his face content.

“What about you? How was your boss?” With a groan, you slumped. Jungkook sat quietly as words tumbled out of you, all the stress from that day leaving you.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I checked the weather. I swear it said sunny all day.” You could only laugh as Jungkook panicked, jumping to his feet as he tried to stuff everything into the picnic basket he had brought. It was your first date. Finally, after months of meeting at the bus stop Jungkook had plucked up the courage.

“Jungkook it’s okay! Don’t worry.” Jungkook’s eyebrows were furrowed, his shoulders tense as he panicked more. Bending down, you picked up the last few items, a couple of wine glasses, and a small plastic box that contained some homemade food that apparently his friend had made for him.

“The car’s too far!” You shouted over the rain and the howling wind that had just started. You could see Jungkook scan the park before he grabbed your wrist. With a shout to follow him, he pulled you under a big oak tree. Jungkook’s wide eyes were focused on you as he dropped the basket, the plates inside clinking as he did so.

“I can’t believed it rained.” You laughed, tilting your head up. The only sound you could hear for the next few minutes was the rain hitting the leaves of the tree, enclosing you in a mystical bubble. Jungkook hadn’t spoke, instead he just watched, his lips in a small, twitchy smile.

“You okay Jungkook?” You asked softly. You knew he could be a perfectionist sometimes. And you weren’t so sure if the sudden change in weather had ruined his plans. “Jungkook.” Without a word, Jungkook stepped forward, resting his right, tattooed hand on your cheek. You could feel your breath hitch in your throat, your heart pounding in your ears. With a slight moment of hesitance, almost nerves, Jungkook pressed his lips softly against yours. His confidence grew quickly as his hand on your waist tightened.

After a few seconds, he stepped back, his forehead resting against yours.

“I always found kissing in the rain romantic.” He spoke, almost breathless. A deep chuckle escaped him as you rolled your eyes, hitting him playfully.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You held a flute of champagne in your right hand. A grin on your face as you spoke with his mother, and now since four hours ago, your mother-in-law. You wore a sparkling white dress, the thin spaghetti straps that held it up, digging slightly into your shoulders. He stood to the side, his six closest friends next to him. You could see his eyes crinkle as he gave a certain type of smile that told you he was embarrassed. Jin was laughing, his hand slapping Jungkook’s back. With your conversation with your mother-in-law falling to a natural ending, you took a sip of your champagne.

“I better go save him.” You joked, thanking your mother-in-law once more. As soon as you got within hearing distance of the group of men, Hoseok grinned, nodding at you.

“Y/N, you look beautiful tonight.”

“Thank you.” Smiling, you felt Jungkook’s arm wrap around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder. You could feel your cheeks heating up as you noticed the boys watching the two of you, pride in their eyes as they looked at their youngest. You knew at that moment they had realised how much he had grown up.

“So does anyone know what the weather is like in….” You trailed off, waiting for someone to fill in the blank. With a chuckle, Jungkook held you tighter, placing a kiss on the side of your head.

“Nice try. But even they don’t know.” Quickly, you tried to find any hint of deceit in their faces. Finding none, your eyebrows rose in shock.

“Really?” You exclaimed, a huff leaving you. Namjoon shook his head, an apologetic smile on his face.

“Sorry Y/N, he doesn’t trust us.” You sighed, defeated to the fact that you wouldn’t know where your honeymoon was until you were at the gate waiting to go on the plane. The honeymoon was the one thing Jungkook wanted to be in charge of, he wanted to keep it a surprise. Why, you had no idea. Before you could interrogate them anymore the DJ started to play a familiar tune. With his hand away from your waist and now held out to you, Jungkook grinned.

“May I have this dance?”

You were only a couple seconds into your first dance, your guests now surrounding you, the occasional click of a camera interrupting the soft beat. Although you had practically tuned everything else out, you still heard it. The first few raindrops were soft against the fabric of the marquee. Until suddenly, harsh raindrops fell, almost covering the song. You burst out with laughter, looking up to notice Jungkook was grinning.

“I suppose I shouldn’t have expected anything else.” You grinned, your voice soft. Jungkook hummed, placing a quick peck on your lips as he brought you into a twirl.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Can you bring his jacket down too please!” You shouted up the stairs to Jungkook, who was currently on the search for his raincoat. With a shout to let you know he heard, you focused back on your son. He sat at the bottom of the staircase, his eyes wide and resembling Jungkook’s as he wore one red rain boot, his scarf and beanie already on. He was only four, but already he looked so much like Jungkook. He sat patiently as you helped him slip on the other boot.

“Is it red?” Jungkook shouted after a few minutes of silence. You winced as you could already imagine the mess he had created by pulling everything out of the closet.

“Yeah! It should be on the right side.” Softly you smiled at your son, fixing his scarf so it kept him warm.

“You know where your jacket is don’t you?” Your son nodded, agreeing with you. “Great, why don’t you go help your dad?” With a jump, your son raced up the stairs. You could tell when he found Jungkook, by your husband’s exclamation, his cheerful voice straining as he probably picked up your son. You took the few minutes of silence to get yourself ready. Slipping on your boots and your raincoat, you pulled up your hood just in time to see Jungkook holding your son’s hand as he jumped down each step. With the last one, you caught him as he jumped, bringing him onto your hip. He giggled as you tickled him, grinning.

“Did you show your dad where your jacket was? Did you go save the day?” Your son lit up with the mention of ‘saving the day’. He was currently into superheroes, so much that you were surprised that there wasn’t an argument about not wearing his cape outside.

“You ready?” It may seem like you were going on a big adventure, but really you were just going out into your driveway and garden. It was raining, and per tradition, you were getting ready to go out to jump in the puddles.

You swung open the front door to reveal the rain pounding the stone driveway, the front yard already becoming muddy and covered with puddles. With Jungkook’s permission, your son raced out, jumping as high as he could and landing in a puddle. The muddy water that had gathered covered his rain boots and splashed his jeans.

You yelped as Jungkook pulled you out of the house. With a flash, he pushed down your hood, grinning.

“Jungkook!” You exclaimed, though you were quickly cut off by his lips on yours.

Rain had somehow become a constant in your relationship with Jungkook. Something that often changed your plans. You weren’t sure how it happened. All you knew, as you jumped in the puddles, holding Jungkook’s hand tightly and watching your son play with your small white dog that had escaped outside, was that the rain created the best memories.

[stormielikeweather]

We’re Going on a Frog Hunt!

We’re going on a frog hunt

A oneshot - Rin and Shippo have a big frog race coming up, but Rin has no frog! Mom and Dad to the rescue! Lots of Sesshomaru Dad! moments and Kagome Mom! moments. Cheers!

For the BigBang 2021: Theme - Spring

Thank you to @goldie-fawn for their patience. This is short but it took me forever. :”D Check out the super cute art that GoldieFawn made!!!  Squeeeeee!

Mud sloshed up Rin's shoes as she raced along the little stream beside the school. The other kids were in front of her, scanning the soggy bank with keen eyes. 

Everyone had on their rain gear, all shiny colorful coats and hats. 

Rin slapped her hand over her hat to keep it from flying off as she ran to catch up with the others.

She could hear the frogs ribbiting loudly. The last frost only days before, the frogs had just come out of hibernation. 

They had watched a video about it in class. The loudest ones were males trying to impress lady frogs. There must have been a lot of guy frogs sleeping through winter because they were loud!

"I got one! I got one!" Yelled one of the taller boys from her class. He held up the squirming frog high above his head like a trophy. 

"I got one too!" 

"Yay! Look at mine!" 

"Mine's going to win for sure!" 

As her classmates began to catch them a sense of urgency bubbled inside Rin. Maybe there wouldn't be one left for her to catch! 

"I got one! Check out his long legs!" 

"W-Woah!" Rin stumbled over a rotten log, landing on her butt. "Ow..." Mud stuck her pants, but she didn't care. 

Two large yellow eyes blinked at her, and she blinked right back. 

Her hands felt ready. She sucked in a breath, extended her fingers to go for a solid grab. 

"This one's mine!" The bigger girl knocked Rin's hands away and took the frog for herself. 

"Hey!" Rin shouted, "I found it first! That one's mine!" 

“Oh boo hoo!” The girl rolled her eyes, "Go cry about it to your Mom! Oh, wait," She sneered, "You don't have a Mom to whine to!" She stuck her tongue out.

Rin's jaw clenched. Fists balled in the mud. Before she could defend herself someone shouted behind her.

"Woah, that's the biggest frog I've ever seen!" The boy ran over, shouting back at the others, "Hey check out this one Mei found! It's huge!" 

“It’s Frogzilla!”

Excitedly the group circled the girl that had taken her frog. Rin shoved off the ground. 

"Hey, Rin!" Shippo bounded over as she wiped the mud from her pants. 

"I don't really want to talk right now, Shippo. I need to find a frog for the frog race tomorrow." Not that she hadn't already found the perfect one. She glared at Mei's smug grin.

"That's what I came to talk to you about! I caught two! Want one?" He grinned, holding out one of the frogs he'd caught. The puny frog blinked back at her. His stubby legs squirming.

"I..." 

"Hahaha! Look! Rin can't even find her own frog!" Mei pointed right at her. "What a loser!" 

"I am not!" She snapped. She knocked Shippo's hand away, the frog leaped up into the air and splashed back into the pond. "No, wait!" She dove to catch it, but it was long gone. She landed with an oomph! "Shippo,” she looked up at him from her place on the muddy bank, “I'm sorry!"

"It's just a frog," Shippo shrugged, "What do you care what they think anyway? You know you can catch one yourself." He held out his free hand and helped her up.

She clenched her jaw, "It's just that Mei makes me so mad!"

“She makes everyone mad, don’t take it personally.”

Rin looked over at the crowd surrounding the selfish brat, “It sure doesn’t look like everyone is mad at her, Shippo. It looks like they all love her. They think she is awesome.”

Suddenly the light misty air filled with thick heavy rain. 

“Students! Time to come inside! Put your frogs in your buckets for tomorrow!”

Rin looked over at Shippo, panic-stricken. Her large brown eyes near tears, “What am I going to do!? I don’t have a frog!”

“Rin! Shippo! Come inside!” Their teacher called from the door as the last of their classmates scrambled inside. 

“Sorry Rin,” He looked down at his frog as it hopped and splashed inside his small bucket, “I don’t mind sharing with you.”

“It’s a race.” Rin sulked, “We can’t share and race against each other.” 

“Rin! Shippo! Don’t make me come get you!” The teacher scowled, “Get inside! Now!”

With a heavy sigh, Rin trudged toward the school building. Shippo alongside her. 

That night, Rin felt restless. 

She watched out the living room window as the rain came down in sheets. 

Her lip worried between her teeth. 

She jumped at the sudden sound of the doorbell.

Her father’s long strides moved toward the door and she found herself peeking from around the corner of the hall. 

“Kagome?” Her father’s amber’s eyes lit up at the sight of their neighbor. “What brings you here?” He cleared his throat and opened the door wider, “Come in out of the rain.”

Kagome stepped inside, and Rin immediately noticed the green polkadotted rainboots and forrest green rain coat. Their eyes met across the hall, and Kagome grinned at her. “Well, a little fox told me that someone here wanted to catch a frog.”

“A fox you say?” Sesshomaru’s brow rose. He gently shook his head with a chuckle as he caught sight of Shippo right outside. His bright orange and white raincoat stood out in the night. His rainhat had little triangle fox ears. “Perhaps this fox should come inside?”

“So,” Sesshomaru looked at his neighbor and her son, “What is this about catching frogs?”

Shippo told him what happened earlier that day. The man’s ears tipped red with anger for his daughter’s sake. 

Sesshomaru reached out for Rin, “Come here Rin.” 

“Daddy!” She rushed into his arms, tears pouring down her cheeks as she let him comfort her. His chest felt warm and she buried her face above his heart, where it always felt safe. Her hands balled into fists and she let herself cry out the frustration and indignation that she had been trying to hide.

He held her head in his palm as he leaned back to look at her distraught little face. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

She shook her head and clenched her eyes shut, “I didn’t want to.”

“Why didn’t you want to?” 

“It’s humiliating...” She muttered under her breath, “I can get my own frog. I don’t need help.” She looked away from the intensity of his gaze, “I didn’t want you to worry.”

Sesshomaru hugged her tighter then. His little girl. “It is my job to worry for you. Understand?”

When she didn’t respond, he reiterated and she nodded silently.

Kagome’s small but warm hand met Rin’s back, sweeping her hair aside as she gently rubbed soothingly. “Rin, sweetheart, we know you can get your own frog.” 

“Yeah,” Shippo rocked on his heels with a huff of doubt, “I mean I don’t know if you can find one as big as Frozilla, but you can definitely catch a frog.” 

Rin growled, her fists tight as she pulled out of her father’s grasp and narrowed her gaze at her so called friend, “I can so catch a bigger frog than Frogzilla!”

Shippo smirked, “Sure ya can.”

As the children bickered, Kagome and Sesshomaru exchanged a glance and a grin. 

Rin shouted, “I have to get my raincoat and boots on first Shippo!”

“Fine!” Shippo groaned.

Kagome laughed, swinging her umbrella back and forth as she looked up at Sesshomaru.

He had both hands in his pockets and gently rocked back and forth. Rarely did she get to see his ling silver hair loose. It hung over his shoulders as he moved. 

She took a step toward him, her smile faltering as a moment of insecurity broke free, “Are you still sure about Friday?” 

Sesshomaru’s dark brows rose, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

She glanced back at their arguing children, and back at him, “You know, if things go well...”

“What?” He closed the distance. “Your son and my daughter will pick at eachother everyday?” His grin, as charming as ever. His head dipped low and his whisper warmed her cold ear, “I could only be so lucky for things to go well.” He kissed her cheek then and leaned back, “I should go put on my raingear.”

Her fingers caressed the place on her cheek where he pressed his lips. Blushing. “W-wait,” She took a breath, her heart fluttering in her chest, “You’re coming too?”

Sesshomaru smirked as he worked his hair into the band he’d had on his wrist, “Of course, don’t you know that I am the Lord of Frog Catching?”

Kagome’s brows rose, “The Lord of Frog Catching?”

“Really, daddy?”

“Seriously!?” Shippo’s green eyes gleamed, “That is so cool! Mom you haven’t won any titles have you?”

“Not for frog catching...”

Shippo snicked, but Rin came to her defence, “She could if she had the opportunity. Daddy was a part of a competition that your mom wasn’t, right daddy?”

Sesshomaru nodded, “Right you are, Rin.”

Kagome rolled her eyes, “Pft. Sure.”

“I’ll have you know I caught a frog when i was a boy and it followed me around for three years.” 

“Oh really?” Kagome scoffed, “What was it’s name then?”

“Jaken.” 

“Jaken? What was it, evil?”

Sesshomaru cocked his head and nodded slowly, “It was a very nastly little frog.” 

Shippo burst into laughter, “Your dad is weird, Rin!”

“Daddy! Stop, you’re embarrassing me...” Rin flushed. The floppy yellow hat atop his head didn’t help her embarrassment. Her nose scrunched as he slipped into a big yellow raincoat and matching boots. 

“How do I look?” He did a turn and placed one hand on his hip for his daughter’s mortification and Kagome’s enjoyment. 

“Fabulous.” Kagome tapped his hat making it drop over his eyes, “Let’s go catch some froggies!” 

“Yay!” Both Rin and Shippo cheered.

Outside the rain had slowed to a light sprinkle. Kagome held the buckets, a smile planted on her face while Sesshomaru’s deep voice overtook the sound of the storm and the resounding ribbits of the frogs coming out to mate. 

Sesshomaru squatted between their kids, a hand on each of their shoulders as they all tucked between the thick reeds at the edge of the stream's bank.

He looked so natural in any element, whether in the office or out in the rain hunting frogs. His button down and tie hidden beneath sun-yellow rain gear. The man could make anything look good. 

She joined them. Her feet crunched twigs and earned her a look from all three of them. “Oops?”

“Quiet, mom.” Shippo whispered.

Sesshomaru visibly preened. “Proper frog hunting etiquette requires stealth.” He dropped his hands and slowly spread the tall grasses. “Watch.” 

The children were quiet. Their movements purposeful as all three of them dipped their noses into the tall grass and peered at the contents. 

"Frog!" Rin squealed in delight before slapping her hand over her mouth, "sorry," She whispered with a wince.

Her shoulders fell as she noticed the frog gone.

"It's okay, Rin." Sesshomaru gave her a gentle pat. 

”That frog was pretty small anyway, you said you were gonna find a big one remember?” 

Rin pinched her lips at Shippo. “I will find a really big one.”

Sesshomaru had moved farther up the bank. As he spread the tall grasses, a large rock lay at his feet. “Rin. Shippo. Come quickly.”

The children shuffled close. 

He looked at them with serious eyes. 

Kagome had seen the same look on his face as he went over his files at the dining table. She had come by to pick up Shippo and the door had been unlocked. He had been so engrossed with the paperwork, he hadn’t heard her knocking. She found herself wondering if he took everything so seriously... and if that meant he took asking her out just as seriously as everything else. 

“When I lift this stone, you must move quickly.” 

The children each nodded their little chins, their gazes just as serious as Sesshomaru’s. 

When he lifted the stone, Rin gave a shriek. 

“Woah, cool!” Shippo gasped, reaching out for the slimy creature. 

“Fasinating.” Sesshomaru mused as he dropped the large rock back to the ground. 

Kagome stepped over clumps of grass and mud. “What is it?”

Shippo turned her way, holding it up like a puppy. “A salamander! Cool isn’t it!?” His wide toothy grin made her smile. “It’s way slipperier than I expected!” He shouted, “want to touch it?!”

Rin backed away, “Gross, no way!”

Sesshomaru reached out and brushed his fingers over the large black creature’s wide head. 

It squirmed. 

“Find a good place to set him back free, Shippo.” 

Her son pouted, “Aw, but I want to keep him.”

“Salamanders don’t make good pets Shippo.”

“Yeah, they are too gross. Get rid of it.” Rin grimmaced. 

“They are not,” He frowned, “This guy’s really cool.” He turned pleading eyes on his mother, “Mom, can you please take a picture?”

“Of course I can,” She shifted the buckets in her hands and pulled out her phone, “Alright, everyone get in the picture!”

Rin began to back away again, but Sesshomaru pulled her close enough to get in the picture. 

Kagome laughed, “Say cheese!”

Shippo and Sesshomaru complied, but Rin was too busy side eyeing the salamander to smile. 

As soon as Kagome lowered her phone the little girl complained, “Can we get back to frog hunting now?” 

“What’s with the sour face, Rin?” Her dad gave her a gentle nudge, “Too serious for fun tonight?”

She crossed her arms over her chest, “This is a very serious problem I have daddy.”

“Of course it is. Come here,” He grabbed her up and she squealed, kicking her legs. 

“Daddyyyyy!”

He put her on his shoulders, “Better get an eagle eye on it.” He held her legs to keep her steady.

As soon as she settled, she giggled, “Do you really think I can spot frogs from way up here?” 

“The really big frogs you can.” 

Her grin turned serious as she nodded, “Right.”

Shippo and Kagome watched the salamander slide back into the water. 

“Cute little guy wasn’t her?” She grinned.

“Super cute.” Shippo nodded, “And super cool. I’m going to put the picture on my desk in my room.”

“Good idea.” 

She helped him back up the bank and they followed Sesshomaru and Rin along the stream.

Shippo studied his mother. She looked what his great grandfather called googoo eyed. “Mom?”

“Yeah?” She turned, a light flush to her cheeks from the hiking. 

He pressed his lips together, “Do you like Rin’s dad?”

Kagome paused. “He seems like a good person, don’t you think so?” 

She waited with bated breath as he took a moment to think. Unable to relax until his little chin nodded and he offered a smile. “Yeah. He is weird, but so is Rin, and she’s my best friend.” 

“They are a little weird aren’t the,” She laughed, hugging him by the shoulders as they continued forward “Then again, maybe we are a little weird too, don’t ya think?”

“Speak for yourself.” Shippo scoffed. 

“Hey! Shippo! Kagome!” Rin yelled, “We are going to turn over another big rock!” She pointed down the bank, “Over there!”

When they made it to the small boulder, Kagome’s eyes widened, “are you sure you can lift this one, sesshomaru?”

As if to proof her point, the kids climbed on top of it, giggling. 

He stiffened, “You think I am so weak as to not be capable of lifting a simple stone?”

“That thing isn’t a stone, it’s huge!” 

He rolled his eyes, “Children, remove yourselves.”

“Okay!” 

Rin rubbed her hands together, “I bet this frog is going to be ginormous!”

“Ready yourselves.” He pressed his lips together and placed both hands around the sides of the boulder. 

Kagome winced, “Don’t hurt yourself.”

“I. Am. Not. So. Weak.” He clenched his teeth as the boulder came free from the ground. 

“Wow, your dad is like superman!” Shippo looked at him with awe. 

“I know.” Rin bragged, “He’s the strongest person alive!”

Unconvinced, Kagome grabbed both children by the collars, “Wait for him to tilt it a bit, you don’t want to get crushed if he drops it.”

His glare didn’t deter her. “Fine.” He grunted as the boulder dropped to it’s side. “There.”

The children rushed in. “Frogs!” The frogs began hopping up the bank quickly. Rin and Shippo gave chase. 

Sesshomaru’s hand went to his side. 

“Pulled a muscle?”

“Of course not.” His eyes clenched shut as he took a step forward, and Kagome bit the ‘I told you so’ on the tip of her tongue. 

“Let me help.” 

Amber eyes cast her a cold look, “There is nothing to help. I am fine.”

She rubbed her hands together quickly. “Nonsense.” 

He winced as she slid her hands inside his rain coat and pressed her palms against his aching side. They had never been so close before. She couldn’t help but admire the length of his dark lashes as he stared into her eyes.

“No need to admit anything.” She grinned up at him. 

For a moment he simply looked back at her silently. His heart beating fast in his chest. Her hands firm yet gentle against him. “Actually,” He whispered, “it is quite sore.” 

“Is it?” Her eyes glittered with both warmth and mirth. She kneaded, “Does this seem to be helping?” 

“It is.” 

“Daddy! Look!” Rin bounded over. 

Kagome stepped back, leaving Sesshomaru’s side cold. 

Sesshomaru looked cool as a cucumber, but her face pounded with heat.

Rin held up a fat frog with thick legs, “I’m going to call him Frogculese!”

“I got... one too!” Shippo gasped, doubled over as he caught his breath. “He was really... fast and hard... to... catch!”

“You already have a frog, Shippo!” Rin reminded him. 

“I’ll...let that one... go!” 

Kagome handed off each bucket, “Good job! One of you are sure to win the race tomorrow.”

“I’m totally going to win!” Rin grinned from ear to ear, “Frogculese is the best!”

“You’ll probably beat Mei, but you won’t beat me and Kanakero!” Shippo held the handle of his bucket close to his chest, looking down at his frog as it tried to hop up the sides and failed. 

“You will both do well.” Sesshomaru patted them each on the head, 

“Daddy!” Rin groaned, fixing her hat. 

Shippo preened. 

The next day each child came home with a big yellow ribbon. And that Friday, Kagome and Sesshomaru had a first date that went very well. 

[damnusillygoose]

JERZA FANFICTION

A/N: This entry is a part of Sugar and spice, valentijn evenement 2021, theme 2: spice and smut.

A huge thank you to every single talented author who put their effort to take part in this event: Alastair, AsgardianHobbit98, GustavonkaLondon, HisagiKirigakure, Iceburg-sanCPX, Kakashi97, Kairomone, Kamil the Awesome, Karkatsbabe, Max333, Nazaki-Sama, NekoPantera, Phoenixreal, Potashiamu, RavenStyx, Sailor Silver Ladybug, Seth's Kiss, SerenaJones585, SesshomaruFreak, Spunky0ne and Yatsu Narurasuke

Link to ffn site:

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13823258/1/Jerza-college-AU

They could blame it on the fact that most lectures got cancelled today and hence, they had more time to kill or they could blame it on the fact that there was not a single soul present in the library or they could blame it on the fact that they had chocolate smoothie in the canteen today, but it remained as a matter of fact that Erza and Jellal were extremely horny today. Lust was oozing out like vapors from every fiber of their being.

'Erza', he whispered as his back slammed against the bookshelf behind the desk of reception, the books in the top shelf rankled from their collective thrust.

'I love how husky you sound when you whisper my name, Jellal', she said as she ventured raptly into his eyes as if stripping every fabric, every inch of clothing from his body. She pressed her boobs against his muscular chest while their tongues fought each other for dominance. She wanted to feel him even more. Their warm clothes were posing as a hindrance when all she wanted to do was touch and lick every part of him. Their breaths mingled as they continued to smack their lips against each other repeatedly, Jellal slid his hands from her waist to squeeze her ass suggestively.

They were only 2 months into their relationship and they were trying to take things slow on Erza's request but with the way their relationship was progressing, they could easily extrapolate onto a new level seamlessly.

'Not here, Erza. It's the fucking library!'

'Huh? Are you complaining? You squeezed my butt in the first place.'

'No, you started groping my inner thigh when we were revising the 'national income'.

'No, you licked your lips!'

'…. what?'

'You licked the whipped cream foam from your lips and it made me fucking crazy alright! I wanted to smack your lips right there and then!'

'Erza…. I drank the smoothie in the canteen…which was one hour thirty minutes before we entered the library…'

'…So?'

He moved towards her, cornering her into a cage as he thrust his palms right above her head, against the wall, his lips barely making any contact with hers, he didn't understand this woman at all.

'You are one hell of a horny woman Erza. And I love it'

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'This wasn't my fault that we were caught, Jellal'

'It certainly was since you were moaning so loudly when I was nibbling your ear. And how come levy recognized your moans right away?'

'…. maybe it was her intuition?', at least she tried, albeit in a lame manner.

'I think, maybe because you guys have your dorms next to each other and you probably finger yourself while reading the erotic novels she lends you.'

Goddamn, this man was fucking sharp.

'I-I don't know about that', she rambled her wordage as her lips threatened to deceive her.

'hmp', Jellal smirked knowingly, he knew her inside and out-no matter how much she tried to lie. He was observing her for the past two years, flirted with her for about 7 months before incurring the courage to confess her. So, did she apparently. They knew each other like no one else did. An intimate space which was only shared by them-emotionally and physically.

'And that ear nibbling! Dear god Jellal! I can't help it! That was my sensitive spot. It made me go crazy!'

'Everything makes you go crazy it seems, first it was the smoothie, then my lip smacking and then the ear nibbling'

'hmpmh, y-you-I hate you Jellal', moving her lips to make an adorable pout as she nudged his shoulder, making him stumble in his steps lightly.

'You won't when I start pinching your nipples when we get into my room. Wasn't that a part of your fantasy? I'll do my best to fulfill that', he whispered the last part so only her ears, which turned crimson from embarrassment, would comprehend his vulgar verbiage as he grabbed her hand firmly leading them to join the queue near the bus stop.

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The bus was hurling along the slippery road, courtesy to the light drizzle which started suddenly. Magnolia was experiencing a heavy monsoon season and it was advisable to carry raincoats as the downpour could start without any warning.

The wind howled as the turbulent raindrops splattered against the window of their seat. However, there was a greater quagmire which Erza was toiled at.

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The doorknob clicked as two partially drenched individuals entered a flat. Jellal's flat, which he shared with Ultear and Meredy, was redolent of a serene stillness- rendering out that both of them were indulged at their respective part-time jobs or finishing lectures at university. They closed the door and left their umbrella at the doorstep while dropping their bags on the mat. Jellal led her to his room and switched on the lights for the convenience of vision. Erza borrowed one of his shirts, which was practically now hers because she loved to wear it often, and hurried to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

Jellal smiled at her petite form when she returned-pausing to drop her a brief kiss, he took a towel and made a haste to take a shower himself.

She settled herself on his bed and switched off the lights. She still felt embarrassed to show her naked body. Though Jellal was extremely patient and considerate of her, she did want to go all the way with him this time. The wall clock ticked, reminding her of the fact that time was running out and she needed to be quick.

This time, she encouraged herself, this time for sure, we will do it! I will not chicken out I will not chicken out I will not chicken out I will not-

'Erza'

She jumped quietly when she felt his breathe against the skin of her neck, drawing goosebumps over her spine, an electric spark which passed from her neck down to her arms, ending up in her stomach which was churning with an abrupt, incorrigible lust.

She was so enraptured in her musings that she didn't even take cognizance of the fact that he had already finished his bath.

'What are you thinking about so intently, love?', he whispered tenderly, moving his lips along her cheeks.

She felt his fingers, cold from the shower, tugging at her chin, pulling her closer to him. She stuck her tongue out and captured his lower lip , sucking the juicy flesh fervidly.

Her eyes shut themselves in bliss when his hands tugged at her(his?) shirt, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside nonchalantly. Her breasts, now free from the pathetic fabric, bounced in an enamoring fashion, drawing shivers over her back.

Despite the darkness, Jellal could very well make out the outline of her nipples, luring him in to ravage them with his parched mouth. Erza gasped loudly when he pulled her back against his chest, making her sit completely within his legs.

She could feel it harden. She could feel his member throbbing painfully, only few inches away from her quivering core. Two separated souls, yearning, begging to commix their existence incessantly.

He drew his breath sharply when she submerged herself into him, her cheek against his, her tongue delineating random patterns across his pulse.

She was being daring today, he reckoned.

Their cuddle session was a ritual, a practice to make each other comfortable with their nude form. He raced his palms against her sides as they moved forward to fondle her soft navel, his thumb gently tracing the area around her belly button.

They could never keep their lips away from each other. Their hunger knew no bounds, their lips were engaged in a fervent battle with each other, his soft strands tinkered her eyelids as she caught hold of the back of his head to pull him even closer to her. Their gasps and moans reverberated throughout the room, rivaling the spurt of raindrops outside.

He caught hold of her face with his hands when she changed their current position and settled herself in his lap, facing him completely, her bosom pressed against his chest entirely. She caught his hand, kissing it lovingly while moving her lips to kiss his strong foreman, his biceps and finally his broad shoulders

His free hand had an easy access to her back, her soft butt and the warm flesh of her inner thighs. She rubbed her core against his thigh eliciting rough gasps from his end.

She was so warm down there.

Her hands landed to grip his shoulders firmly as she threw her head back in uncontrollable pleasure when he slipped his warm palms over her breasts, pinching her nipples between his thumbs. He carefully comprehended the outline of her breasts as he lurched his mouth passionately upon them, trying to take in as much as he could.

The sound of his lips smacking her boobs evoked an odd analogy of that of a baby sucking milk from their mother's bosom. He really did appear like a baby who was sucking her boobs hyper-actively. He moved his eyes to take a look at her face embellished with a blush. He smirked.

'Jellal, Jellal', she reiterated his name like a sacred prayer. Her chest heaving from pleasure, as she clutched upon his back for her dear life.

Erza's brain was in a deadlock. She left her limp form in his care as he ravaged her boobs, sucking and licking and fondling them again and again. Jellal, now ready to test the waters, moved his fingers down to her raging core, cautiously-without any haste, to get her steer clear of the fact that he was in no hurry to have sex with her. Her comfort was of paramount importance to him after all.

The sheets ruffled as she laid down on the mattress and he ran his lips across her navel, her lower abdomen which was precariously close to her vagina. Overcome by a sudden surge of trepidation, Erza covered her sex, pressing her thighs together in embarrassment

'J-Jellal, please…. It's kinda dirty down there.' She whimpered. She was insecure of the fact that her private parts weren't as clean as they show in porn even when she knew they go through a meticulous course of makeup and brush up. There was an unhealthy image stuck in her mind.

'it's not, my love. Let me have a look at it. If you won't communicate me your desires, I won't be able to fulfill them. I am just as you, a little clueless in matters regarding love.'

She hesitantly removed her hands and let him spread her thighs open, she still couldn't digest the fact that she, a person insecure of her body image, would let another human being look at her most intimate parts so easily.

'You cut your nails, right?', she asked breathlessly.

'Yes'

Jellal repeatedly kissed her navel, her palm, moving upwards to kiss her forehead, capturing her lips in an alluring kiss, long and deep, to make her feel at home- trying his best to wash away her stress, to calm her bickering nerves.

But that didn't tame the tempestuous dissonance in her mind. Her mind was at war, stringing every negative thought, every insecurity, every anxiety of hers along the surface. Sex is a game of emotional balance for women. Once you lose it, you end up losing the game.

Jellal kissed her eyelids softly as he raced his fingers downwards to her vagina. He got hold of her right thigh, lifting it a little higher. He cautiously brought his fingers forward, taking note of nervous her state, and slid his fingers into the warm folds of her vagina.

'You're so wet Erza'.

She really was, well she was.

She was vehemently at the mercy of her emotional turmoil. She could find no way, no fucking method to calm herself. Her eyes became damp. Her unsettlement became very much evident to Jellal when her vagina started becoming dry all of a sudden. If he were to proceed ahead- Erza would probably suffer some vaginal pain. He stopped.

She brought her legs upwards, bringing them closer to her chest, walling her trembling form like a barnacle.

'I am sorry, Jellal', she sniffled.' I am sorry'

'Erza', he caressed her trembling state reverently, 'it's okay Erza. Look at me. Come here.'

He urged her to get on top of him and as soon as she did, he enveloped her in arms, waiting for her heaving to normalize. She was trembling and she wasn't able to look him in the eye. She was ashamed of herself for being this gutless.

'I love you so much. You are my baby, the best part of my life', he repeatedly whispered soft reassures in her ears, peppering her face with soft snuggles, rubbing his palms along her arms, her back-anything he could reach and touch, letting her know-reminding her again and again that sex can wait but her becoming comfortable in her skin is much more important-not only for their intimacy but for her emotional health as well.

She didn't respond initially, didn't react for a while but as the rational aspect of her personality started surmounting the muddy swamps of her anxiety, she reached for the light at the end of the tunnel- his soothing voice and his delicate pampering.

She sniffled as tears ran down her face, her lips twisted themselves to utter an apology.

'I don't understand. Why are you apologizing?'

'for chickening out once again…'

'it's okay', he embraced her tightly, 'We can try another time. I am in no haste. Should we spend more time in nude to make you feel more comfortable?'

'Maybe. I guess'

Somehow deep inside Jellal's heart, some needless misapprehensions started mushrooming.

Did I make her uncomfortable? Was I a creep? Did she get turned off by me? Did I do something wrong?

As if miraculously sensing his plight, Erza looked up from his collarbone-straight into his eyes.

'It wasn't due to you sweetheart', she whispered, cupping his cheeks, 'it's me'.

'I…. don't understand'

'I got scared when you tried to finger me. I got scared about what was about to happen next, about when we would finally do it, whether it would hurt the first time or not, whether it would fit or not…. I-I just got scared.'

Those were some irrational fears but valid for someone who was going to experience sex for the first time. Sex isn't all rosy tinted.

Sex is trial and error. Sex is communication. Sex is cooperation. Sex is mutual pleasure.

He didn't know she was harboring these thoughts but he decided to pick this topic later on. They could deliberate upon it afterwards. Right now, his priority was to make her feel safe. He ran his palms, combing her crimson tresses with his fingers, trying to calm her breathing, trying to make sure she feels comfortable.

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'There you go', Jellal said as he handed her a cup of herbal tea. She was sitting upright, wearing his shirt, against the wall where his bed was situated. She thanked him while holding the warm beverage carefully.

It had gotten a little colder as the storm didn't plan on stopping any time soon. He had received a call from his flatmates that they could get late due to trains being delayed. He didn't mind that since he wanted to clear up things with Erza once she felt like talking about it. So, he waited. He didn't push her. Instead, he tried to change the topic by opting to watching some funny vines on YouTube with her or the new show on Netflix which she was excited about.

Things weren't awkward between them but they weren't exactly smooth either. There was an issue which was bugging Erza constantly.

'Are you angry?'

'Never', he smiled, giving her temple a warm kiss.

'Is this a deal breaker for you?'

'its not Erza, really it's not'

'but it's the second time I did that… '

'As I said earlier, I am in no hurry to have sex with you. I just want you to be comfortable first. The rest can wait'

She didn't want to make analogy, no use in making a juxtaposition of Jellal and that idiot. But she felt he had to tell him.

'My ex..', Jellal stiffed at the mention of that asshole. That asshole who destroyed her self-esteem, 'It was a deal breaker for my ex'

'Your ex was an idiot ,sweetheart'

'Why didn't I meet you earlier Jellal?' she asked him desperately.

He had no answer for that, being at a loss of words. It was a question he often asked himself. Why didn't they meet earlier? Her ex damaged her self-esteem. His ex cheated on him. They both had terrible past experiences. Had they met each other earlier, they would have never been subjected to such torture… or is it?

'Erza, your experience was painful but do you think it was in vain?'

It was as if someone opened the lid of her jar of rational lucidity. The next words she uttered spilled themselves naturally.

'No', she smiled ruefully. She remembered her desperation. Her desperation to take her ex out of her mind. She used to internally scoff at people who cried from heartbreaks and now that she herself experienced this phenomenon herself, she wanted to visit and apologize to every single person she subtly mocked. Physical wounds could heal themselves habitually, but there was no fucking immediate ointment for a heartbreak. She remembered her struggles, the days she used to get headaches from crying herself to sleep, the days when she used to feel numb even when being surrounded by friends and family. It was excruciatingly painful but she learned a great lesson out of it. It helped her to regain her self-respect and heal herself without any unhealthy coping mechanism.

'No, it wasn't Jellal. It surely wasn't', she voiced her opinion in a different tone now, resuscitated with how far she had come and that her worth wasn't solely based on her sex appeal.

'And do you think we both would have matured this much if it weren't for those experiences?', probably not.

He always knew how to calm her down with his words.

'Why are you being so saint-like today?', she grinned, finally.

'Well, I don't know about that', his lips curved themselves while giving her a wink.

'Things… are so easy with you Jellal. Like, we talk about stuff we don't tolerate and place our opinions well, there is no suffocation-only peace.'

'Honestly Erza, it may seem like an overused phrase but I don't think I have ever connected to someone this well. It's almost unbelievable. Do you remember when we initially started talking to each other, before we started dating?'

'I do, we once talked for 5 hours straight on call. Crazy days!'

Laughter spilled in the, now well illuminated, room as they both decided to trace the timeline of their journey together.

'We had mid- semester break and hence we had the liberty to stay awake till early morning', he reminisced.

'I remember watching the sunrise with you at call at 5:30 A.M. I never talked to anyone for this long'

'We… have come a long way from back then, haven't we?'

'We surely have Jellal', she took his hand in hers and held them together firmly, resting her head, contently, on his shoulder.

Their mugs lay forgotten on Jellal's rack of books as they decided to take a quick nap while snuggling close to each other.

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Later that night when she abruptly mustered some guts, now fully in control of her stable state, she lifted her arm and gently drew her slender finger tips across his naked back. The sheer lust in her eyes being evident from the sublimate rays shone upon her from the window. One look from her. That's all it took for Jellal to spring into action.

Gasps and moaned reigned supreme as they tried to touch each other as much as they wanted. She felt the embrace she received from him, slowly eradicate her anxiety, aiding her to take control of the situation.

Their bodies, covered in a sheen layer of sweat, trembled and wobbled concurrently as they tried different positions, different angles to find the most suitable one which matched their lust.

She was a little embarrassed, but so was he. They were in this together, as a team. Clumsily, and laughing at their mistakes, they managed to finally experience this sensation called 'sex'.

In the aftermath of the convulsion their bodies endured, they slept peacefully bundled together, spooning each other, in layers of quilt, not wanting the heat to escape their love nest. The smell of their orgasm reeked strongly into the room as they heaved in sync, incorrigibly from their snuffling. Skin to skin, his smell infused with hers, not giving a thought regarding how she looked like at the moment- all she concerned was about the man who held her lovingly in his arms, about the man who was coddling raptly into her collarbone, about the man with whom she reached her ecstasy with, about the man with whom sex wasn't a tool to jerk off but a method to delve deep within the soul of one another.

As the fulminating downpour dismissed its actuality, it left a cold trail of precipitation in the air. The corollary tailwind rolled across the vast expanse of the city, lulling two gentle souls, inside a cocoon of new found intimacy, into a warm slumber.

A/N: Thank you for reading. Please leave a review! It will encourage me to write more. Constructive criticism is appreciated!

[introversiontherapy]

Filthy (Original Fiction) Fictober Event

Rating: Mature.

Trigger warning: blood, swearing, torture, violence

Word count: ~1350

Prompt: #22 - "No promises.”

Taglist: @claranidala @sak-am8 @thelaughingstag please ask to be +/-

“Don’t go to the basement, it’s filthy down there.” The mother says with a mug in midair, holding it hostage. Her lipsticks stains the purity of porcelain, it screams in murder.

“I was going to meet up with Jordan and sleep over at his house tonight. Is that okay?” The boy stands in front of the silent door to the basement, a hand hovers and drops to his side. He shuffles in place, rubber soles drag on hardwood, shrieking.

“Sure, but come here and give me a hug first.” She stands, arms open to receive a falling body.

The boy does as his mother asks, leaving his school backpack heavy on the floor with a thud of something weighing more than books. He comes to her, dropping himself into her chest, the scent of teenage sweat and anxiety stuck in his hair like oil. Wrapping her arms around him, she sighs, knowing the full gravity of the books he holds within, the weight crushing this thin line of a boy. And without any of the arrogance a man has.

“You’re growing up too fast for me.” She says, stroking the greasiness away from his hair. He replies with a sound of knowing. “You can tell me anything, remember that.” The mother looks at the innocent eyes of her son, its lakes swim with too much water, and with too many rocks drowning their purpose.

“Yes, I know.” He buries his head in her chest, and muffles out an answer ransomed.

“I’ll help you pack some things and then you can go.” Following her son to the stairs, she glares at the door to the basement as they pass, a searing violence.

****

The boy waves at her from the street, long legs straddle the small seat on the bike, and obtrusively, old home videos taken on her phone from years gone by resurface like a dead fish floating on water. Floating, they remind her of a helpless infant, then a relentless toddler, and finally, to this small, immature copy of a man. Wearing shorts meant for summer weather, his leg hairs have not yet come through, the autumn breeze kissing undefined calf muscles, blessing them with a maturation only dying leaves can bestow.

“Bye, mom!” He shouts in a crackly voice, a mix of masculine and feminine, a joining of a sword and a wound.

“Have fun!” She waves back at his retreating body, peddling away, further and further from her.

The front door closes, she sighs. Her day has just begun. Her tea has already gone cold.

The specified ring of her phone tells her who is calling before she picks up. She presses the image of a button and speaks.

“Hello, Love.” Her voice clashes gentle to the loud ambience on the other line. “Okay, how late?” She asks. Taking a sip of her tea, eyes wincing at its limp hug. “He’s gone to Jordan’s for the night, it’ll just be us.” The words come out in a smirk, giggling at the response from the other side. “Alright, hurry home, but drive safe. Love you.” An empty kiss to the nothingness of air, and the phone blinks black.

The mother sits in her kitchen, listening to the tick of the clock on the wall. The counter lies bare, the marble top flattens in stillness, the way walls choke with secrets untold. Standing with a cutting inhale, she strides to the coat closet by the front door, and picks out a black, glistening raincoat, its oily sheen shimmers a strangle. She cinches it to the curve of her waist, into an inescapable knot. And in the bathroom, she takes out a tube of lipstick, turning its base to reveal a tip sharper than a knife, she paints its colour to her lips, taking its life source and making it her own, a predator surviving on the energy of this thick, luxurious veiny red. Smacking her lips together, she smiles at herself, a congratulatory pat on the shoulder, a job well done, At least, nearly done.

Black heels form themselves to the shape of her feet, she admires the reflection in the mirror, and sees…

“A woman.” Her lips shine, they drip.

The door to the basement opens, her hands on the knob, orchestrating a creak from well-worn hinges, a heel touches a descending stair, then two, then three. Click. Click. Click.

“Who’s there?” A voice asks, dry like bones salvaged out of cremation, dry like a mouth telling too many lies, dry like an arrogant man.

Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Clink.

And finally,

Click.

The duo of heels pause at the command of their mistress. Standing in front of a chair, unfortunately bound to a man by his hands and feet. One eye peers back at the blur of his captor, the other, a swell of pink and blue, an unseeing made by looking too hard.

“You,” The man says. “You bitch!” The cut on his lips spewing a swear. “You fucking bitch!”

“Aw! I’m touched!” The woman grins a sigh. “What a lovely compliment! Though I have nothing nice to say about you.” Leaning, she parts a kiss to him, a keepsake of her distaste at the things he did.

“What more do you want from me?” He begs, an eye and tears pooling, a voice with oceans of fear drowning.

“Oh, lots of things, but the time has passed for you to make amends. It’s my turn now.” Taking a freshly manicured finger to his face, she runs a nail, filed to a bloody point, down the cut of his cheekbone.

“You won’t get away with this!” His lips steal the arrogance in him. And breaks.

“Good, I wasn’t planning to,” the woman says. “Now what should we do next?” The bloody point trails down to his arm, to his hand, to his fingers. “Ah, yes, your fingers. You won’t need them anymore, they have done enough.” Taking two fingers in a fist, she bends them to the back of his hand, all the way down, until bones crack and tendons sever.

The man cries a sorry too late.

She finishes the other eight, in the same giddiness. With all of his fingers bent in a way they’re not supposed to, he drops his head, a bow.

Lifting his head by the chin like a falcon to her prey, her two eyes see his one, clawing to his subconscious. “But I’m not done yet.” Patting a palm to his cheek, he pulls away at her touch. “I will never be done with you.” Whispering, the woman pulls a handful of hair in her fist, she makes him tilt his head to take in, all of her.

“Whatever you’re about to do, do it quick.” His eye wriggles a defiance in its socket.

“No promises,” she says. “You look but you don’t see.” A pointed thumbnail circling the bone keeping his eye safe. “You don’t see, so let’s put you out of your misery.”

There is no sound other than a man, screaming. And a woman, laughing. A squirt of something warm and salty lands on her painted lips, turning them to a truer shade of blood.

****

“You’re home!” The wife greets her husband with a smile brighter than the song of a canary.

“Mmm, what’s for dinner?” He comes to her with a greeting peck to the side of her face, brushed with a day-old stubble.

“Spaghetti with homemade tomato sauce.” The wife keeps her attention to the work in her hands, a mixing bowl filled with summer ripened fruit. “Go take a shower, it’ll be ready soon.” A squelching of spiked nails through this fleshy, pulpy red, and a drop of sweet acid bounces on her lower lip. Licking, it tastes warm and salty. “Oh, and don’t go to the basement, it’s filthy down there.”

****

Author’s notes: I don’t actually know if that’s how you make homemade tomato sauce, the imagery fits too well to comply with reality.

[dudeandduchess]

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: Rainy Day Bliss (Fluff + Family Feels, Modern AU, SFW Scenario)

Summary: (Y/n) goes out in the rain to look for her husband, their daughter, and their dog; only to see them all having fun at the park.

Note: Yes, I had family feels. And baby fever. As well as a few other things while writing this.

***

(Y/n) was worried sick as she pushed the curtains out of the way for the nth time that night. It was already raining hard, and Kyōjurō had just told her that he was going to take Taro out for a walk— to which Ran, their five-year-old daughter, had expressed her need to go with her father.

‘But I’m going to really miss papa!’ The little girl had chimed earlier, complete with a pout that had been enough to do Kyōjurō in.

Then again, he always gave in when it came to Ran. To say that she was spoiled was the understatement of the century.

Kyōjurō absolutely loved to dote on his daughter, and it was no secret to all of their relatives. Even his wife’s side of the family had been surprised at how much he spoiled Ran.

They had even teased (Y/n) about it one too many times; with quips like how Ran would turn out even brattier than she was as a child.

But, of course, the young woman paid those words no mind, as she was there to offset the excessive doting that Kyō was showering upon their daughter.

And so, with no more chances of swaying Kyōjurō’s decision, (Y/n) had taken Ran’s raincoat from her room and put it on the little girl; fastening the buttons securely, all so she wouldn’t get wet outside.

“Look, papa! Me and Taro match!” Ran exclaimed brightly, doing a twirl in her bright yellow coat and rain boots, before squatting down and wrapping her arms around Taro’s— whom was also donning a bright yellow rain coat for the weather.

The French Bulldog snorted a that, before moving to bump his nose against Ran’s cheek— in his version of a cheek kiss, that had the little girl giggling before pressing her lips to Taro’s forehead.

It had been such a sweet display, and (Y/n) really couldn’t stay iffy about that. So she had turned to her husband then, and got up on her toes to press her lips to his. “Stay out of trouble, and don’t feed Taro any ice cream anymore.”

Kyōjurō had laughed at that, then shrugged his shoulders before pulling her in for a much longer kiss that had Ran covering her eyes with her hands.

***

That had been almost an hour and a half ago, which explained why (Y/n) was worried sick. She’d tried to call Kyōjurō a few times, but had given up when she noticed that he had left his phone on the couch.

So, with single-minded determination, she donned a jacket and grabbed an umbrella for herself— before locking the door and setting out to look for her family.

She had already walked through all of the streets where she and Kyōjurō usually took Taro for walks, but they weren’t there.

Her heart rate was going crazy, and her worry was almost through the roof, as she power walked through the rain to get to the last possible place that they could be at: the park a few minutes away from their house.

And if they weren’t there… she didn’t even want to think of that.

Her pace got faster and faster the nearer she got to the park, just like how her heart felt like it was going to jump right out of her chest with how hard it was beating.

However, all of her fears instantly subsided when she heard a high-pitched cross between a squeal and a laugh— which distinctly belonged to Ran. It was then followed by loud laughter, before being drowned out by Taro’s telltale barking.

A breath of relief crossed (Y/n)’s lips then, as she entered the park and walked down the path— following her family’s joyous noises as she went. Really, it wasn’t hard to pinpoint their location at all, since they were the only ones there.

That, and they were smack dab in the middle of the clearing, with the umbrella she’d given to Kyōjurō earlier upturned and already filling with rain water.

All the while, the man himself was lying in a puddle in the grass, with Taro and Ran running around him and splashing water everywhere. Ran’s hood had even slid off her head, so she was soaking wet; the same went with Taro, as well.

All three of them were soaking wet, and that had (Y/n) gritting her teeth as she plodded through the wet clearing to get to them— holding the umbrella with one hand, while she put a hand on her hip to show exactly how displeased she was at the situation.

“Oh hey, baby!” Kyōjurō greeted, immediately propping himself up on his elbows, while Ran grabbed Taro before hiding behind Kyōjurō.

“Uh oh, papa’s in trouble,” The little girl whispered to Taro, which had her father doing a double take— all because she was essentially pushing him under the bus.

The angry (Y/n) bus, that was.

“What do you think you’re doing?” The young woman screeched, not even bothering to hide how mad she was as her eyes narrowed at her husband— whom was grinning sheepishly up at her.

“We were just having fun, baby.”

“It’s been almost two hours, Kyō! And you didn’t bring your phone! Do you know how worried I was!” She was about to begin pacing, yet she tamped down the urge to do so; if only not to kick up more muddy water than she already had.

The blond didn’t have an answer to that; more like he did, but he didn’t want to say anything else. Because if marriage had taught him one thing, it was that he should never talk back to his angry wife.

Since that only made things so much worse for him.

Still, depite her fuming expression, he had to purse his lips and momentarily look away from her face— all to avoid seeing her flaring nostrils.

“Papa, mama looks like a dragon,” Ran whispered to him, which had him bursting out into loud, raucous laughter that had (Y/n) gritting her teeth to keep her temper in check.

“Kyōjurō!” She barked out, almost indignant as she reigned in the urge to get on top of her husband and hit him for laughing at their daughter’s all too honest opinion.

“Calm down, baby. Why don’t you…” In higher— and much bolder— spirits, Kyōjurō let his words taper off, before he shifted all of his weight onto his right arm; all so he could use his left one to splash muddy water all over his wife. “Join us.”

“You little-!” (Y/n) couldn’t even continue her angered screech, as she let go of her umbrella and tackled her husband back onto the ground.

Which Kyōjurō had no qualms about at all, since it gave him the perfect opportunity to wrap his arms around his wife and pull her down for a kiss. Right before rolling them over so that he was pinning her beneath him; no chance of escape for her then.

“Gross, Taro! Don’t look!” Ran cried out through giggles, as she covered her eyes with one hand, and used her other one to cover Taro’s own eyes.

Meanwhile, Kyōjurō ignored the way that his wife was defiantly trying to pull her lips away from his, and relished in the way that she slowly started to melt against him; even coming to wrap her arms around his neck.

He then took that chance to reposition his arms— so that he was cradling the back of her head— all for her maximum comfort, before pulling away the barest fraction of an inch to keep on pressing fleeting kisses to her lips.

“Are you still mad at me?” The young man asked with a smile, as he kept up with catching his wife’s lips in tiny kisses.

“Yes.”

“Even if I give you another baby?”

“…Maybe.”

And with that answer, Kyōjurō knew that he was forgive. At least, somewhat. All he had to do was make it up to her later… most likely when Ran is fast asleep.

Really, he couldn’t wait for that.

[youarejesting]

I will wait. (Somesay) Jk x Reader

[Masterlist] Beta: @jung-hoseok-s-airplane​ Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Teacher!Reader Words: 2.1k Rating: 13+ Genre: Romance, Slice of life, Angst, Fluff, Idol AU Summary: You grew up with him. Knew him before he became a member of the worlds greatest band of all time. You watched him grow into the man he is today but he drifted away. It’s time to stand your ground because patience was a virtue he taught you well. I got inspiration from this song here: [Somesay - Nea’] 

Some say you will love me one day And I will wait, I will wait to get your loving one day Just say you will love me one day And I will wait, I will wait to get your loving one day

You saw him sitting alone crying, into his Ironman lunch box. Some of the other boys hadn’t wanted to sit with him, because he was too shy and quiet. Holding your lunch box you remember your mother’s words earlier that morning. 

“I packed you some sweets, and I want you to make friends. My girl, can you do that?” “I will try” she smiled at you as she walked you to the gate. 

You sat across from him and he looked up nervous and you blushed, unzipping your lunch box. The two lunch boxes were similar both with Ironman on the front but different pictures and colours. His head didn’t lift from the table but his watery eyes glanced up at you a few hundred times. Holding up the small bag of sweets you opened it and gave a nervous smile. 

“Would you like to be my friend? My mum told me to make friends with these” your voice growing smaller as you spoke “these ones are my favourite, what’s your favourite ones?”

“I like the apples ones” he mumbled looking at the gummies in the bag and you grinned leaning over the table. 

“I don’t really like those ones so you can eat all of them if you want” he gave a toothy grin, the two front teeth looking oddly too big for his face. “I have to go to the bathroom, can you watch my lunch box?’

“I will wait.” He nodded cheeks full of sweets.

“Are you ready? We are going to be late,” Jungkook shouted backstage in the school hall. It was the first year of middle school. You and Jungkook were twelve and you had been friends for a long time now. You held hands everyday on your way to school until someone in class asked if you love each other and you both denied it stating you were just best friends. After that day the two of you never held hands on your walk home. 

“I have to fix my hair” You called frustrated

“I will wait.” He said softly trying to calm you. Once everything was fixed the two of you stepped out onto the stage of your school talent show and you began dancing and singing together.

It was the fifth time you had forgotten to show up for Jungkook, this time he was auditioning for a company or something along those lines. There was so much happening you could barely keep up with his schedule. It wasn’t that you didn’t support him, or that you didn’t care. It was you were going after your own career in teaching. Your career plan wasn’t as fantastical as Jungkook’s but it was yours and you loved it dearly.

You called Jungkook to apologize for not being there for his audition. Telling him you were sorry for missing it but you were in the middle of studying. He said it was okay and that he signed at the company ‘BIGHIT’ you were so excited for him. 

That was at the beginning but when he graduated early he was basically unreachable. Jungkook missed your birthday and you missed his training. He invited you almost every weekend to see the company but you always had conflicting schedules.

Eventually he stopped asking and you both stopped inviting each other to important events and milestones you used to share. No more birthday parties. No more movie nights. No more late night calls or calls in general. 

Every night though he was on your mind, wondering what he was doing and how he was coping with his training. You had only to roll over and you could send him a message or call him but the fear kicked in. Had it been too long? Would it be awkward? Did he move on?

One particular night the rain outside brought with it a cold bitter loneliness. Remembering one of the last times you were together. 

“Just you wait, I am going to become famous and I am going to buy us a house and we will live together, you are my best friend” he grinned down at you finally he was growing into his teeth they didn’t seem so big any more they were now almost a perfect fit.

“You always say that Jungkook but what if I am stuck in university forever, trying to become a teacher, I already had to repeat this class” You were feeling emotional from the stressful school and work life.

And like always he said those three words that you didn’t know if you loved or hated “I will wait.”

You didn’t even have a chance to think about what to send him when you sneezed three times in a row unknowingly hitting the call button.

“Bless you!” That sweet voice you remembered and held dear graced your ears once more. 

“Jungkook?

“Why do you sound surprised? You called me,” He asked.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to, it was an accident while I was sneezing.” You denied perhaps a little too earnestly.

“Oh, I can go if you don’t want to talk.”

“No, I mean I was going to text you first. You know it has been so long. I wanted to ease back into conversation.”

“Come on, I am your best friend, you don’t need to ease back into a conversation with me.” Both of you shared a chuckle at the situation, he was right, you felt comfortable already.

“Yeah, I was being dumb,” you hummed, “I miss you”

“Where are you, you still live at the place near the old cinema?” 

“Yeah, still the same apartment, I am busting my butt for my career and I haven’t even gotten enough to get a better place,” you frowned.

“I bet your students love you” his voice sounded proud. You heard shuffling and he spoke to you the whole time and eventually you heard a knock at your apartment door.

“Let me in!”

“You didn’t?” You reprimanded into the phone, but you couldn’t deny the broad smile on your face.

“I did.” Opening the door there he was, your Jungkook just as you remembered and yet so different. He took a deep breath shrugging out of his raincoat and placing his umbrella down. You both sat on the couch talking and he told you his group planned to debut the next day.

“No matter when or where, call me I will always have time for you Jungkook.” You watched as he walked out the front door ready to leave but stopped midway and turned back looking at his feet as they shuffled back and forth.

“I am under a contract the moment we debut, I can’t date anyone.” He explained the tips of his ears warming.

“I didn’t even think you liked anyone” You admitted slightly confused. 

Heart beating in your chest as he looked up, he grabbed your cheeks and pressed his lips to yours before running off. With a soft. “I will wait.”

Four years passed and you would text or call every month or two. It was the best you could do since you had become a full teacher. You had gotten drunk one night in your empty run down apartment, you called him and drunkenly confessed how much you missed him. He apologized telling you he was on tour overseas and the time difference was different. 

The next day in the afternoon he called you, it was the most soul crushing call of your life. He said he didn’t want you to wait for him, said there were guys out there, better than him. And you told him you were just drunk and being needy and it didn’t mean anything.

Another three years had passed, if you stepped outside, they were everywhere. His face was everywhere, his voice playing from every shop in the mall. You hadn’t spoken much since that day things had been kind of quiet. You had been working hard with your children, teaching them the power of patience and telling them about your best friend who would always tell you he would wait because he knew that eventually things would happen and he would feel happy.

You were contacted by the principal and were asked to join a meeting with a business man asking for his idol group to surprise the kids. Your class had been chosen, the agent didn’t specify, saying “I can’t tell you who will be on the show as it is confidential information”. You were dressed in a cute floral dress.

You stepped out and blushed, they were all handsome, but Jungkook was so different grown up and handsome he was muscular in a lean way. Eyes still as bright as you remembered from the childhood memories you shared, “This is not what I expected?”

“Wah, daebak!” Hoseok said of course you knew all the members names and faces having been secretly following them for a while. They cheered as the children filed in and sat in the left over chairs

“Gwiyeoum,” Taehyung said, “Jimin do you remember when we were in school?”

“We were just like this?” Jimin laughed, noticing the way the student’s ears and neck were heating up.

“I miss my school days,” Seokjin said.

You were shocked at seeing his face again after all this time. “Jungkook?” 

“Y/n!” He shouted back running over and engulfing you in a hug, “You look so professional, it has been so long, Y/n and I have been friends since were were in first grade, she gave me apple gummies”

“I love your music, I particularly like your chaotic, up-beat songs, they make me laugh,” you grinned, “we use your songs when we take breaks in class, and we stretch.”

“Miss please we are embarrassed” The students said making you laugh

“Well you have to show us now,” Hoseok grinned with a laugh as you nodded.

“Alright everyone on your feet” they stood up and you led them through some stretch routines and the kids got embarrassed but soon warmed up shouting.

“Bultaoreune.” Hoseok was so excited, clapping with laughter while jumping up and down and Suga slapped a hand over his mouth in shock.

You were testing BTS and your students against each other to see how their brains stack up against one another, things like capital cities and fun little games. The two sides competed in mini game challenges for hints and handicaps. You spoke with them about random things, letting the kids ask questions and team up with bts members for making a fun project.

“I am curious, you grew up with Jungkook from a young age.” Seokjin asked “What was our golden maknae like?”

“Awkward,” you shrugged, “he had trouble talking with others, actually I still have an old recording of a very young Jungkook singing and dancing in the school talent show. I have it on my phone. It was to an old hip hop song”

“I want to see it,” they all grinned mischievously.

“Hey, aren’t you in that video too dancing and singing alongside me?” Jungkook said and you frowned having forgotten.

“Oh yeah, I can’t show that?” You sat thoughtfully.

“No show us, you both would be so cute,” Hoseok cheered. He really was the mood maker of the group.

“Do you remember the choreography?” Jungkook smirked at your shy nod requesting the producers to play the song. The two of you performed the dance and sang along. You were bright red and everyone laughed.

After that day you two were back in contact like there were no issues. When the run episode had aired it was everywhere that you knew Jungkook and you laid in your bed every night thinking about how much you wanted to call him. Due to certain events, his tour was cancelled but you couldn’t bring yourself to message or call.

Days turned to weeks that turned to months and you got sick of waiting and you sent him a message.

I will wait.

You didn’t think anything of it until you heard a rapid knock at the door which had your heart racing. Pulling the heavy door open to see Jungkook standing there looking older and tired.

You didn’t give him a chance to speak, repeating your promise “I will wait.”

The way he smiled so bright his two front teeth showing flashbacks of your school days. The way he kissed you on his last night of freedom before he was bound to a contract. He gave you a bright grin and nodded once before turning and leaving.

It was all worth it if it meant one day Jungkook could love you.

Just say you'll love me one day.  

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[one-with-the-floor]

Love Thy Neighbor (or at Least Give Him a Chance)

Day 2 of @ineffablehusbandsweek

Today’s meet cute: Aziraphale has just moved in and desperately needs a favor--and if babysitting his godson is what it takes for Crowley to get his number, heck, that’s just what he’ll do. Also on AO3 right here!

Crowley was watching nothing on the TV when his doorbell rang. He blinked and squinted towards the window. It was still absolutely pissing down rain. Even though it was barely half six, it was dark enough to be the middle of the night. Whoever was out ringing doorbells in this weather was either extremely lost or extremely young and troublesome. But if it was one of the village kids, Crowley reasoned, they wouldn’t ring twice if he didn’t answer. He could continue his mindless evening and not get pulled into something ridiculous and probably detrimental to his reputation as a man who did not walk around the village covered in mud. Crowley stared at the front door, willing it to reveal its secrets without him having to get up. The door acquiesced. The doorbell rang twice in quick succession this time, and Crowley finally groaned and flopped off the sofa.

“Village is down the road to the right, mate, probably drove right through it and didn’t even notice…” Crowley trailed off, staring. There was a man standing on his doorstep, and he was possibly the most bedraggled, incongruous, and gorgeous man he’d ever seen. His pale hair was plastered to his face, looking weirdly Roman-soldier-esque the way it curled on his skin, and somehow his soft grey eyes only added to the image. His face was soft, though, nothing chiseled or severe about it. It was the sort of face that could really carry a smile, and make anyone else want to smile, too. The man didn’t have an umbrella, or a raincoat, or even a normal coat to keep the wet from seeping through to his clothes, and his blue shirt was soaked through. Crowley noticed that the buttons weren’t all lined up right.

“I’m so sorry to bother you,” the man was saying, twisting a ring around his pinky finger. “I’m having a minor crisis, I promise I wouldn’t be here without warning if it weren’t an emergency, but Dierdre Young said you sometimes watch her son Adam for her? And the other kids?”

Fucksake, Crowley thought. Those eyes should not be able to get bigger. “Er, yeah. I’ve watched them a few times.” A few times was an understatement. He’d been babysitting The Them since they were crawling.

“I hate to ask this,” the man said, and Crowley was a little bit shocked to find he sounded sincere. “I know it’s horribly last minute, and if you have other plans or—or if you just don’t want to, whatever it is it’s fine, really, but… my godson is with me for a few weeks, and something’s come up for work and I really can’t afford not to go, and that’s terrible of me I know it but I’ve just moved and I’m not quite on my feet yet and I’m already going to have to drive in this damn rain and…” The man yanked on the hem of his shirt. He looked close to tears. Crowley could see it even through the pounding rain.

Crowley didn’t babysit kids he didn’t know. Too many variables, too many parents who ignored issues and then left him to figure out what to do when their kid started having an allergic reaction or a totally preventable meltdown on his watch. Normally, he’d have pointed the man toward Ms. Tracy, the village’s collective odd grandmother and the other usual babysitter.

But the man in front of him was standing out in the rain asking him a little desperately for help, and somewhere in Crowley’s decidedly cold black heart something gave in.

“How long do you think you’ll be gone?”

“Oh—oh! I’ll be back by tonight. I hope before his bedtime, there shouldn’t be traffic this time of night but the rain might slow me down… but I should be here to pick him up before ten, I promise I’ll do my absolute best for that.”

Something else in Crowley’s heart wiggled and squirmed. “How old is he?”

“Five. He’s the same age as Deirdre’s boy, I’ve been hoping to set them up for a playdate but there just hasn’t been time… ”

“Give me two minutes,” Crowley said suddenly, and closed the door in the man’s face. That was probably rude, he mused, but there were more pressing issues. Namely that his heartbeat seemed to have decided it wanted to try its hand at percussion music, and Crowley’s ears were going to be the drums. He stood with his back against the door and stared in the direction of a wall while he tried to get his mutinous heart to understand that he should not be having palpitations over a man he’d just met, regardless of how pretty his eyes were.

He’s also very considerate and seems to care about this kid a lot, his heart rebutted. All that on top of the eyes. And he looks incredibly soft and huggable, did you notice that?

Crowley had noticed that, thank you very much, and had deliberately decided to not go there. He didn’t need any additional sources of embarrassment.

When exactly two minutes were up, Crowley sucked in a steadying breath and swung the door open again. The man was still standing there, looking half worried and half bemused.

“I can keep an eye on the kid till ten,” Crowley said. The man gasped and pressed a hand to his mouth in relief. Crowley’s heart did an uncomfortable flopping thing. “Does he have any allergies?” he continued, telling himself there wasn’t a squeak in his voice.

“No, nothing.”

“Anything medical at all? Anything I might need to know in an emergency?”

“No, no he’s perfectly healthy.”

“And his bedtime is?”

The man’s face went red. “Well, it really should be half eight. But I’ll admit I usually let him stay up till half nine or ten when he’s with me.”

Crowley shrugged. “No problem with me. He’s your kid. Or, well…”

“Close enough, really. I really can’t thank you enough for this. I promise I’ll pay you as soon as I can, I’m not asking for a favor here—”

“Nope, nope,” Crowley interrupted, shaking his head. “I don’t do pay. I’m alright as is, save it and buy the kid an ice cream next time you’re out.”

The man stared at him. His eyes had gone very big again. “Oh.”

Crowley’s face heated, and he felt a sudden urge to pull his own shirt hem. “Just, er, just call me if you’re gonna be late, yeah?”

“Of course! Of course, absolutely, I’ll call as soon as I’m on my way home. Here.” He clumsily passed Crowley his phone, trying to keep it out of the rain. They exchanged contact info, and Crowley tried to tell his idiot of a heart that he wasn’t being given his number, just an emergency contact. His heart, as ever, ignored him.

Crowley snuck a look at his phone while the man ran back to his car to collect his godson. ‘Aziraphale Fell’ the contact page read. “Aziraphale,” he murmured, trying it out. It fit, he decided. An odd, nice sounding name for an odd, nice man.

Fucksake, this was gonna be a thing now.

Aziraphale returned a moment later, leading a little boy in a bright yellow raincoat by the hand. Crowley noticed with amusement that the kid’s hood was made to look like a duck, with eyes stitched on and a little bill sticking out. His boots were orange duck feet. Cute. The kid looked up at Crowley curiously. Crowley gave him a wide, silly grin, and the boy giggled.

When they got inside, Aziraphale immediately crouched down to speak to his godson. Ding! Another point for him! Crowley’s brain yelled. Crowley decidedly ignored it.

“You’ll be good for Mr. Crowley, won’t you, Warlock?” Aziraphale was saying. The little boy nodded solemnly. “Thank you, dear.” He kissed Warlock on the forehead, then stood up again. “I’ll be back as soon as I can, I promise. I really can’t thank you enough—”

“Don’t worry about it,” Crowley waved him away. “Really. If I didn’t want to I’d say no.”

Aziraphale gave him a hesitant smile. “You’ll call me if anything—?”

“Long as you call if anything goes wrong your end.”

“I will. I promise, I will.” Aziraphale crouched down to give Warlock another hug. “I love you, sweetheart.”

“Mhm,” Warlock said. Crowley choked down a laugh.

Aziraphale tried to thank him twice more on his way out the door, and Crowley shooed him away both times. Normally he would have found that kind of dawdling irritating beyond belief, but from Aziraphale it was just… it was sweet, he admitted to himself. He thought Aziraphale was sweet. As he stood by the front window with Warlock and waved at Aziraphale’s departing car, he gave himself a moment to sit in the excitement of meeting someone new. Someone who lived close, no less, and would likely come to Crowley to babysit in the future, too. Maybe Crowley could show him around the village, help him get settled. He could unpack boxes or paint bedrooms, if Aziraphale hadn’t quite finished moving in yet. Or he could introduce Warlock to the other kids, and Aziraphale to the other parents—godparents, guardians, all the same to the kids—and maybe… maybe somewhere in there they could go out for dinner. Get to know each other. Just maybe, this might be someone he could build something with.

Then Aziraphale’s tail lights faded into the pounding rain, and Crowley snapped himself out of it.

“Right!” he cried. “So, Warlock. Have you had your dinner yet?”

Warlock nodded. He seemed like a quiet kid. Would probably be a great balance to the rambunctiousness of The Them.

Crowley grinned at him. “Well, if you’ve already had your dinner, then there’s only one thing left to do.” Warlock stared up at him, wide eyed. Crowley leaned down to whisper conspiratorially. “I’ve got ice cream in the freezer. What do you say to early dessert?”

Warlock said yes, very enthusiastically, and they spent the next few hours eating ice cream and watching movies. Crowley had figured he’d have to pull out some games later, or find a book to read him, but by the time movies were getting old Warlock was falling asleep on the sofa. It was an easy night. Warlock was an easy kid. Crowley was already looking forward to babysitting him again.

At 9:57 on the dot, Aziraphale rang the doorbell. Warlock didn’t stir, so Crowley picked him up and brought him to the door. Aziraphale was just as thankful as he had been earlier, and Crowley brushed him off just the same. Aziraphale roused Warlock enough to get him into his raincoat and boots, then let the little boy fall back asleep on his shoulder.

“I… I hope I’ll see you again?” Aziraphale asked softly as he headed out the door. The rain had finally slowed to a drizzle.

“Yeah,” Crowley answered, trying to hide the fact that his heart was trying to pound its way out of his chest. “And, uh. Doesn’t just have to be with the kid, if—I mean—I mean he’s a great kid, loved having him, was great, but, uh…”

He stammered to a stop, because Aziraphale was smiling at him. “I think I’d like that,” he said.

“Oh. Er… good. Me too.”

“I’ll see you soon, then.” Aziraphale shifted Warlock in his arms and turned towards his car. “Goodnight, Anthony.”

“Ngk,” Crowley said. “G’night. Night, Warlock.” He was immensely grateful for the nighttime shadows covering his blush.

Crowley stayed in the doorway as Aziraphale drove away. Then he fell back onto his sofa and scrubbed his hands over his face. Leave it to him to fall head over heels for a soft man with a kind voice and a sweet kid on the first meeting. This was going to be excruciating.

Well. At least he knew he’d be seeing Aziraphale again. And he had his number. Wriggling around to get access to his pocket, Crowley pulled out his phone.

hey he texted. was really nice to meet you. think we could get coffee sometime?

As soon as the messages were sent he flung his phone onto the farthest chair in the room and pressed his hands over his eyes, pushing the anxiety back with a force. But it was only a minute before the mobile buzzed, and he was lunging across the room to get it back.

I’d like that :) he read. Crowley felt an uncontrollable grin spread across his face. He was just about to whoop and go finish off the ice cream in celebration when the phone buzzed again.

You’ll have to wait for me to find another babysitter, though

Crowley laughed, his grin never fading. np, one sec he texted back, then swapped over to another conversation.

Only a moment later—Ms. Tracy was going to be absolutely insufferable about all this—Aziraphale messaged him again.

Okaaaaay, never mind the waiting then. How does this weekend sound?

It was Thursday. Crowley practically bounced on his feet at the thought of seeing Aziraphale again so soon. sounds perfect he replied. Aziraphale sent him another smiley face emoji, and Crowley really did whoop then. He had a date. He had a date, with a guy he really liked, and who seemed to really like him. And who was really good with his kid, to boot.

Crowley got ready for bed in a happy daze that night. And when he slept, he dreamed of pale blond hair and a rain-dark blue shirt, and of a sleepy little duckling in a raincoat.

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

Kiss Me in the Rain

Ao3

Summary: All Remy wanted was to be kissed by the universe in the pouring rain. It wasn’t that complicated of a request, really- if only his universe would just get out here and fulfill it. Warnings: None that I know of! Pairing: Losleep Notes: Based on this ficlet by @teacupfulofstarshine

    Remy loved the world.

    He didn’t really seem the type, but he did. He loved the earth, loved knowing the names of all its plants and getting to know all its species (even if his rational boyfriend refused to let him own any of the exciting ones) and climbing its tallest trees. He loved the ocean, loved marveling over its depths and seeing its submerged colours and diving as deep into it as he could. He loved the sky, loved the clouds and their shapes and how they changed colour with the waning of the day.

    Yeah. Remy loved the world. He also loved the universe, who happened to be sitting in their living room, since he didn’t appreciate the world and therefore the rain as much as Remy did.

    The rain storm had started up ten minutes ago, and Remy had been outside for nine and a half of those minutes. It didn’t rain nearly enough where he lived, in Remy’s opinion, so he had to cherish the times when it did.

    He had left his leather jacket inside, not wanting it to get as soaked as he was now in his jeans and crop top. His sunglasses were still on, of course, though they had gotten pushed on top of his head when it became too much effort to constantly wipe them clean of raindrops.

    When he had first come outside, Remy had wandered the yard, seeing how the flowers were doing, on the lookout for a frog possibly hiding amongst them or in the bushes. Now he was simply planted on the walkway in front of his house, crouching down to watch as a worm wiggled its way across the sidewalk.

    “You know, if you’re going to try and wait out the entire storm out here, you really should, at the absolute least, have a hat on.”

    The smile Remy was already wearing quickly broke into a grin at the sound of his boyfriend’s voice, Remy standing up and turning on his heel quick enough he should’ve fallen over so he could actually see him. The universe- his universe- was standing on the porch of their house, arms crossed even as a smile played across his face. He was just underneath the lip of the roof, avoiding the rain.

    “But, sweetheart, if I do that, my hair won’t get wet!” Remy argued.

    “And why must your hair get wet?” Logan asked, amused.

    Remy shrugged. “It just must!”

    “You’re not making any sense.”

    “Says mister I-refuse-to-join-you-for-some-quality-fun-in-the-rain.”

    “You’re standing in the middle of the yard doing nothing.” Logan pointed out. “I can hardly see how you’d consider that to be ‘quality fun.’”

    “Hey now! I’m watching the worms!” Remy defended. “Watching the worms and waiting for my boyfriend to get out here so I can kiss him in the pouring rain like a proper couple.”

    “I’ll get drenched.” Logan said, leaning back against the front door. “Why can’t you come over here?”

    “Because couples don’t kiss next to rain, they kiss IN the rain!” Remy explained. “Plus, then we’ll both be soaked and we’ll both catch colds and we’ll both be able to call out of work sick and cuddle on the couch and watch reruns of The Price Is Right!”

    “Trying to coax me into this plan with illness is not a terribly wise move.” Logan said. “I don’t understand why you think it’d work.”

    “Because I also mentioned cuddling together.” Remy answered. “Now please come over here? Seeing you without being able to hold you makes me sad; you know that, hun.”

    “You are perfectly capable of coming over here and holding me.”

    “Not if I refuse to move I’m not!”

    Logan sighed in exasperation. “Even though the idea that you will get a cold if you are in the rain for too long is merely a myth, I must still advise against this.”

    Remy’s smile just grew, well-aware that if Logan was admitting to a reason why coming and joining him in the rain wouldn’t be the end of the world, he was close to giving in and doing just that. “Come on, babes, it’s romantic! Come and give me a kiss!”

    “You are a ridiculous man, and why I stay with you is a mystery.” Logan said, and Remy more knew than saw that Logan was rolling his eyes (he also knew that Logan was rolling them fondly).

    “But you’re still wiiiiiiith meeeeeee~” Remy said, sing-song, reaching a hand out and beckoning for Logan to join him.

    His boyfriend sighed again, pushing himself off the door and turning so he could open it and head inside. But he also left the door open a smidge, and Remy couldn’t help but do a quick spin of victory as he recognized the ajar door for what it was- a sign that Logan would be back out soon enough, decked out in his silly ‘rain protection,’ and finally ready to kiss Remy like he deserved.

    And Remy, per the usual (and by the ‘usual’ he meant once every one hundred guesses), was right; a minute later, Logan was back outside, pulling the door shut as he closed the final button on his raincoat. He had an umbrella hanging off his arm as well, and Remy was already planning on how to steal it before Logan could use it to deprive him of his rain.

    “I hope you know how foolish this is.” Logan said as he approached Remy, glaring vaguely upwards at the sky and the storm clouds. “It would have made much more sense if you had just joined me on the porch.”

    “Yes, well, you don’t love me for my sense, now do ya?” Remy teased, wrapping his arms around the back of Logan’s neck as soon as he was close enough.

    “I suppose not.” Logan conceded. “Though my point still stands. I don’t understand how you can be so enamored by all this… precipitation.”

    Remy laughed. “I don’t understand how you can’t understand how I can be so ‘enamored by all this precipitation.’”

    “It’s just water.” Logan said, slightly incredulous, as if he didn’t understand how Remy could question his lack of understanding towards Remy’s love of the rain. “You can find it any day of the week if you use the sink. Why is it so special when it comes instead from the clouds?”

    “Because sink water never leaves the sink.” Remy replied easily. “Rain, on the other hand, touches everywhere- it waters the plants and cleans away dirt and it makes everything so shiny and so bright-” Remy turned to look again at Logan, having looked away to gesture around them, “it’s incredible, darling, can’t you see?”

    Logan smiled, a small smile that was filled with only adoration, one that was rare to be directed at anyone or anything that wasn’t Remy. “I can’t see.” Logan murmured, ducking his head to press a kiss to his boyfriend’s wet forehead. “What I can see, however, is the way you light up when you speak of it, and I am certain that that is more incredible than any star in the sky.”

    “You and your stars.” Remy said lightly, though his smile had once more managed to get even bigger at Logan’s kiss. “And you call my interests mundane.”

    “They’re stars, my love, burning balls of elements dozens of light-years away that we can see so long as the night is clear.” Logan said passionately. “There’s nothing mundane about them.”

    “Says you. All I see is little pinpricks of light. I can find that if I turn on a flashlight.” Remy returned, reaching up to wipe some stray raindrops off of Logan’s glasses, smile gentling as he did so. “Though they do look absolutely magical when they’re in your eyes.”

    Logan scoffed, though he did lean his head to the side a bit, not having to say a word to convince Remy to move from cleaning his glasses to cradling his cheek. “You’re being a sap.”

    “You started it.” Remy said cheekily.

    “It was hard not to.” Logan defended. “If you’re allowed to be so caught up in all the little wonders you find in the world, can it really be held against me that I act a little sappy about all the wonders of mine?”

    “As long as you don’t mind me getting equally sappy about the magnificence of my universe, the only thing I’ll hold against you is myself.” Remy agreed, pulling Logan even closer to illustrate his point. “Now, does your world get a kiss, or do I have to steal one myself?”

    Logan smiled. “My world can have all the kisses he wants.”

    Remy smiled back as he tugged at Logan’s head, the hand that had been cupping Logan’s cheek moving behind his head to pull him closer. “Then kiss me already, my dear universe.”

    And, with one hand coming up so that he could bury his fingers in Remy’s hair and guide his boyfriend’s lips to his own, Logan did.

[hitsuackerman]

Unpredictable (Overhaul x Reader) pt.11

a/n: some well deserved fluff-of-some-sorts and yes surprise upload :)

warnings: this cannot be read solo, fluff(?)

Links: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 12

Masterlist to my other fics: here :)

Overhaul’s waiting list: @jjk-biased​​ @infinite-universe-love​​ @dirtypride​ @blackymomo03​ @azzie @purple-rabanito @meximorrita​

The night had now settled and you were laying in bed. Scrolling through some news articles about any reported fires or small crimes that might lead to the Fukuo Kai. Your thumb merely brushed your phone past all the reports. This had been going on for almost an hour. Sure that nothing was worth noting, your eyes landed on to the green bomber jacket.

“Does it still smell like him?” Blinking your thoughts into existence, you dragged your body out of bed. Tiptoeing to reach the jacket, you had to hop a bit to grasp on to it. Still not accustomed to its weight, the jacket flopped to your face. The fragrance still there. “Holy shit. Wow.”

Walking back to your bed, you sat down and began to feel the material. It felt like a normal jacket even the purple fur felt no different than what you owned. A thought entered your mind. Turning the lights on, you wore the jacket and skipped to your mirror. Giggling at how large the jacket was, you zipped it up and wore the hood as well.

Grabbing your phone, you took a selfie. One where you hid your face behind your phone, the purple fur framing your head, and your fingers peeking through the sleeves; Making a peace sign. Your pyjama shorts barely showed.

Walking backwards, your kneepits hit the edge of your bed causing you to tumble onto the springy mattress. A playful smile resting on your face. It was hella unprofessional but he was a villain. He wouldn’t mind right? Of course he would.

Checking the time, it was still 11pm. Clicking send, you waited for his response. Not that you were expecting something but, he always managed to surprise you. Just as you were about to put your phone down, your phone vibrated.

Sitting up straight, you tightened your jaw in an attempt to contain a grin.

Birdman: Garbage wearing garbage. Can you get any lower than that?

You: Mean :(

Birdman: What else did you expect?

You: Perhaps a picture in return?

Birdman: No.

Unzipping the jacket, you tucked yourself back into bed. You could feel heat traveling to your cheeks but merely dismissed it as the air conditioning messing up your body temperature. Inhaling his scent, you began to read the exchange of messages you two had. Barely any messages but it was enough to make you feel giddy.

Stretching your limbs, you groaned at forgetting to turn the lights off. Standing up once more, your feet dragged across the carpeted floor till the orange and yellow lights softly illuminated your room. Now that you were back in your bed, you got into a comfortable position and slowly drifted off to sleep.

That is till your phone buzzed. Reaching for it with your eyes closed, you unlocked it and your eyes widened.

What met your eyes was a picture the Birdman sent himself. His molten gold eyes ever so intoxicating, his right brow cocked upwards, and his auburn hair a bit messier than normal. There was something wrong with the picture but you couldn’t tell what it was. His hands were free from the latex gloves and his smooth cheek peeked--

“Wait…” Realizing that it was simply his hand covering the half of his face, your hands began to tremble. Losing the grip you had on your phone, the device landed straight on your nose. Rubbing your nose, you groaned and tried to ease the pain.

“Problem child?” His voice broke the silence of your room. Your head jerked to your phone. Your god damn nose must’ve hit the call button when it fell. Not sure what to do, you considered the action of ending the call. No. You had pride.

“Sorry. My phone fell and pressed call.” You apologized. Heartbeat banging loudly in your eardrums.

“When will you learn?” His voice wasn’t muffled, even over the line. “Get some sleep. I shall see you tomorrow.”

“Hey, Birdman. I have a question.”

“Hm?”

“You don’t have to answer it though. And, this is off the record.” Were you really going to invade his privacy? You two had just exchanged pictures so the line had already been crossed. Either that or you were just sleepy. “Yeah, nevermind. Forget I asked.”

On the other line, Overhaul already knew what you wanted to ask. It was as clear as the disinfectant in front of him. Still, you didn’t force him so why should he bother. If you knew him as ‘Birdman’ then so be it.

“Suit yourself.” Waiting for your response, all he could hear was your breathing. This would have to be the first time someone had the audacity to fall asleep while on the phone with him. Shaking his head, Overhaul decided to end the call. But he still chose to say: “Good night, (Y/N).”

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The morning now arrived and you woke up smelling faintly of expensive perfume. Taking his jacket off, you neatly folded it and placed it on the empty side of the bed. Checking for any notifications or email, you had received 5 and the day had only just begun. Rubbing your eyes, you stood up and began the day.

In the blink of an eye, you were now seated in your desk. Adjusting your schedule since Burnin had managed to clear a slot for you 4 days from now. Everything was going smoothly till your nose picked up an unfamiliar scent. Roses but with small notes of leather? Pivoting your chair, you swallowed your saliva when you were met with the chief.

Dragging the empty chair next to you, he sat down and placed a cup of coffee on your table. A small note attached to the side not facing you made you squint your eyes.

“A coffee a day, melts your heart away.” He greeted you.

“Yeah. That’s not how the saying goes.” Eyeing the coffee, you forced a smile. “I already had my daily dose but thank you for the thought.”

Patting your back followed by a squeeze to the shoulder, he stood up and left you. As he walked towards his office, you turned the cup and cringed at the note he had written. In his iconic scribbly penmanship, he wrote down: ‘For my sweetcheeks. Think of me when you sip this.’

Turning on your selective sight, you turned the cup once more. Choosing to believe that the note had never existed.

Glancing at the clock, it was now 15 minutes till 10.

The Shie Hassaikai base would take 30 minutes from where you were. Still needing to buy an earpiece, you packed your things and made your way to the nearest electronics store. The stop was quick and smooth, thankfully.

Now inside your car, pulling the sun visor down, you checked your reflection to see if you were presentable. Immediately grabbing a lipstick, you added color to your pale face and began the drive.

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Walking down the dark hallways, you stared at the raincoat wearing man in front of you. The area wasn’t that cold so it must’ve been hot underneath that material. It was rather tempting to fake a trip and tug his hood down but you wanted to live so you chose not to.

“He’s in here.” He opened the door for you.

Inside the room, you were met with Overhaul. One second of seeing him and your heart quickly began to pick up its speed. The way his eyes followed your every movement made you want to curl into a fetus and fangirl scream but staring games were fun. Eye contact was made till you sat on the sofa across him.

“Shall we get started?”

Taking the box from your bag, you placed it on the table and set the device up. When everything was ready, you were about to hand over the earpiece but stopped midway. Overhaul observed as you rummaged through your bag and took out a pair of latex gloves.

“Mocking me now?” He commented.

“Of course not.” You took the earpiece and handed it to his open palm. “I just thought that you wouldn’t want to touch my palm.”

Wearing the earpiece, you were able to connect the device and confirmed that he could hear the prompt that it was connected. Now it was time for the real deal. Taking the earpiece off, you watched as he overhauled his glove along with the device. Looking at your phone, the connection was now disconnected.

“Give it a few minutes just to be sure.” You instructed. Not wanting to have any dead air, you began a conversation. “You’re not wearing the plague mask today.”

“Lunch was planned for today and all my tasks are indoors. I see no need to wear it as of the moment.” He intertwined his fingers and leaned on to the chair. Resting his head on the back of the sofa, your eyes fell down to his neck. When he faced you once more, you noticed a small scar on his forehead.

“You got injured?” You had failed to see that in the picture he had sent.

“I met up with the League of Villains yesterday.” The slight twitch in his eye made you wish you hadn’t asked. “Things escalated hence the small reminder of that day.”

“Intimidation? From that small thing?” Your voice laced with teasing.

“I lived to tell the tale and destroyed 2 of their pawns.” He eyed your reaction to which he couldn’t tell what they were. Your guard was up but he was somehow thankful it was. Looking at his palm, he restored the device along with his glove. Staring back at you, he wore the earpiece once more as you tried to check if the device worked.

“It works.” You kept your phone and told him to keep the device. “Now, onto the real business. Where’s the food?”

“Mimic.” He called for one of his minions. The door opened and the small creature came with a trolley of a full on meal. A paper bag was there as well that had the logo of where your favorite food comes from. Chrono came in as well to help set the food. Once everything was set, the two of them left.

The food he had brought was enough for a mukbang. An expensive set of washoku was set in front of you. In your mind, you took note that perhaps Overhaul liked traditional Japanese food. Both of you said itadakimasu and he motioned for you to start eating.

Grabbing the bowl of rice, you began to attack the tempura. The juiciness of the shrimp was amazing and you could tell that this was ordered from a very expensive restaurant. Wanting to try some sushi, your chopsticks held on to a piece of temaki. The burst of delicate flavors made you shut your eyes to fully savor the taste.

Overhaul simply stared at how you attacked the food. Finding it rather amusing, he reached for a shrimp nigiri and munched on it.

“If you constantly have this for lunch, fit me into your schedule~” You thought out loud. Eyes still focused on the food.

“Don’t get used to it.” He replied and took a sip of his water.

“Mean.” You tore your gaze from the food and caught your breath. The man sitting across from you was in the middle of putting his glass down. The food you were currently chewing lost all its flavor. It almost felt as if some cheesy song played in the background while the world around you slowly began to move in slow motion. Feeling your jaw about to drop, you immediately caught it and swallowed the bland food.

“Are you enjoying the meal?” He asked. His canary yellow eyes staring at you.

“Yeah. The food is really hot.” You could feel your cheeks gathering heat. It was not helping one bit that the face you were so used to seeing partially covered was now fully exposed and smirking at your statement. For a moment, you forgot how to breathe till you took in a deep breath.

“The meeting with the Fukuo Kai will take place in 5 days.” He informed you. Overhaul kept on sharing information about the case but your ears failed you. All your mind focused on was how this villain was hiding such a pretty face under the mask. He stopped talking and noticed how you were staring intensely at him. Saying your name, he was only met with a nod. “Let’s have dinner the night before to finalize your plans.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Problem child.”

“Absolutely.” The way his lips moved to say those words were enough to make you awestruck.

“Chisaki Kai.” He wanted to test just how zoned out you were.

“Whut?” Realizing that you had zoned out for too long. You shook your head and snapped back to reality. Somehow, the information he had stated a while made it to your brain save for one. “ Chisaki Kai? Is that a new gang of yakuza?”

Face palming at your remark, he ushered you to continue eating. Perhaps taking his mask off was a wrong move. But, the redness of your cheek and how you were a mess was something he liked. Something he’d like to see more often if given the chance. Who was he kidding? Of course he’d have all the chances in the world. He would be the one to make them.

“Hurry and finish eating.” He instructed. “I still have tasks waiting for me.”

“Fine, Chisaki.” For once, you caught him off guard. Giving him a wink, you somehow survived long enough before burying your face in food once more. Just in time for your cheeks to flush even more.

“Well played, Problem child.”

Chrono and Mimic were on stand by outside the room. Simply chatting about what might be happening. The door suddenly opened and they stood in attention, their heads followed as their boss led you down the halls himself. Not sure what to do, the two of them followed suit.

Observing how his boss walked you all the way to your car was a sight he would forever relish. A mere seconds out without his mask, he would’ve complained about the filthiness surrounding him. Yet, he was still staring at THE Overhaul sending a girl to her car. For a moment, his mind went back to the old days.

Once your car was out of view, Chrono was now walking side by side with him. Both of them on their way to the laboratory. The mask now back on hiding his features.

“Kai.” If he would die here and then, it would be worth it. Overhaul stared at his right hand man in the corners of his eye. Giving him permission to speak. Not expecting the reaction, he had to shake his head a bit to remember his next statement. “You showed her your face.”

“You were right, Kurono. She has peaked my interest.”

Meanwhile, as you were driving your way back to the precinct, your finger tapped on the wheel as you waited for Gei to answer.

“Yas bibi? What can I do?” Gei answered after a while.

“You were right…”

“I know I am. But about what exactly?”

“He really is a 5 star Michellin meal served in the finest China the world can offer.” You wailed.

“OH GLORY OF QUEEN TODRICK. SPILL!”

You were about to say that you saw his face but another call was trying to connect. Putting Gei on hold for a while, your ears were met with the chief’s.

“Drop by my office. Now.”

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