#she could probably do that to hers too but he's already in prison

[clonehub]

It just occurred to me that Kiki can kill Ridges rapist. She can hire a bounty hunter to track him down and kill him. She's got the connections for it. He himself was a bounty hunter and since Kamino fell he had as likely gonna be looking for work.

Wait she can do that with both of them. It wouldn't be easy for both a formerly republic-hired bounty and a former republic admiral to just disappear off the map. She gets people to hunt them down.

[steddieas-shegoes]

i wanna make your heartbeat run like roller coasters

for @subeddieweek day one with the prompts manhandling and accidental subspace

rated e | 3,520 words | please check ao3 for tags

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Eddie gets pushed against a lot of lockers.

It’s rarely accidental.

It’s always painful.

He doesn’t exactly have a lot of meat on his bones. Every hit leaves a bruise.

So when Steve fucking Harrington does his own dirty work for once, even though he graduated the way Eddie was supposed to, it’s just a bit embarrassing that it doesn’t hurt. It feels…kinda like he should be on his knees.

Which is really not something he wanted to think about when Steve’s got a hand on his shoulder, gripping hard enough to bruise, and something like fear in his eyes. Why is he scared?

“Did you sell weed to Robin?” he asked, teeth clenched.

Jesus fucking Christ. Steve’s got himself a band nerd girlfriend. How the hell did that happen?

“No, I sold to her friend. She waited by the treeline talking to herself the entire time.”

Eddie could hear his own voice shaking, but he wouldn’t back down. Black eyes were kinda metal weren’t they?

“Which friend?”

“Dude, I don’t even know. Someone else in band.”

The hand on his shoulder tightened and he barely bit back a whimper.

Steve’s eyes were very pretty this close. They were pretty from far away, too. Honestly, having Steve this close was probably rewiring something already broken in his brain. Having Steve’s hand on him like this was making his brain do somersaults trying to stay focused.

And then his hand was gone.

Eddie breathed in, breathed out.

“Sorry. I-” Steve shook his hands out and backed away. “Sorry.”

Eddie ignored whatever the fuck was happening in his stomach. It shouldn’t be happening so it isn’t, simple as that.

“Maybe you should ask your girlfriend if you’re so worried about her buying drugs.” Eddie should learn to shut his mouth at some point. “I only sell to the people who come to me first.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know. I remember.” Steve wiped his hand down his face. “Sorry again.”

Eddie looked him up and down, taking in the fact that he was genuinely apologizing. No one ever apologized for knocking him around, not even when it was on accident.

“You good?” He eventually asked.

“Yeah. Just, she’s been through a lot. I didn’t really want her to get pressured into buying something,” Steve sighed. “Has she come out of the band room yet? I’m supposed to bring her to work.”

“Uh, yeah man, everyone left an hour ago.”

Eddie watched Steve’s face fall as he checked his watch and must’ve realized the time.

“Shit. Okay. I must’ve lost track of time.”

Steve looked pitiful. Eddie’s seen dogs in alleys who looked less beaten down and neglected than Steve currently did.

“I can help you find her?” Eddie offered for some unknown reason.

Well, he knew the reason, but he was choosing to ignore it.

“She’s probably already at work. It’s my day off so I ended up getting distracted with something and didn’t realize it was so late,” Steve admitted, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. “Thanks, though.”

Wayne liked to tell Eddie he was too nice to undeserving people. Lord knows he gave his dad too many chances and got let down every time. He even tried to be friends with Tommy Hagan in middle school because he could sense something was going on with Tommy’s dad much like his own.

But Eddie liked to remind Wayne that Eddie is often considered undeserving and he took him in and gave him multiple chances regardless.

“You wanna smoke?” Eddie asked, despite knowing he barely has anything left after the long week of midterms for students. His busiest times of year were right before school breaks, midterms, finals, and graduation weekend. He usually stocked up, but with Rick being in prison again, he had to try to stretch what he had out.

“Uh…smoke what?”

“Weed.” Then it hit Eddie that maybe Steve was into harder stuff. But he hadn’t ever even bought from him in high school. Tommy had, Carol had, almost everyone at his parties had, but Steve never did. “I have regular old cigs too if you prefer.”

“Yeah, man, cool,” Steve sighed with relief.

“I got a spot behind the cafeteria if you wanna…”

“Sure, yep, let’s go,” Steve nodded, gesturing towards the double doors that led outside to the cafeteria and auditorium buildings.

As they walked, Eddie’s mind raced with thoughts of being alone with Steve, Steve’s arm brushing against his, Steve pushing him against the wall of the cafeteria, of Eddie dropping to his knees and unbuttoning Steve’s pants and-

“I’m really sorry about what happened back there.”

Steve’s voice shook him from his thoughts, but his dick didn’t quite get the memo. When did he even start getting hard?

“No worries, dude.” His face scrunched in disgust at calling Steve dude. What was next, the bro pat on the back? A fist bump? “Kinda jealous of how protective you are of your girlfriend.”

Okay, actually, what the fuck? Eddie needed to shut his fucking face, right the fuck now.

“She’s not my girlfriend, but uh, I don’t think you’re really her type either,” Steve gave him a look, one Eddie knew well and one he couldn’t quite believe he was seeing on Steve’s face right now.

“Right, right.” Eddie wouldn’t make him say it, especially if it was actually the look he thought it was, but maybe he could offer a little something in return. “Yeah, she’s not really my type either.”

Steve stopped just before they reached the hidden area behind the dumpster and picnic table for staff to smoke.

“Really?” Steve’s eyes were wide. “So you’re more into…someone like…me?”

Eddie was actually leaking into his goddamn boxers. Why was he getting turned on just talking to Steve?

“That would be one way of saying it,” Eddie said. Still easy enough to back out of it, at least. Could just say he likes women who wear polos and use more hairspray than Melvald’s has ever carried at any given time.

“Huh,” Steve continued walking to the picnic table, sitting on top of it and kicking some dirt off the bench by his legs for Eddie to sit. “So those rumors were true?”

“That depends on if I’m gonna make it back home to my very loving uncle if I say yes.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Obviously, I’m not gonna judge you about it when my best friend is-” He cut himself off and Eddie had to give him major credit. The Steve he used to know never would’ve cared if he outed someone, or at least never would have realized that was wrong. He coughed and then looked down at the bench. “You gonna sit?”

Eddie sat down on the bench, extremely close to Steve’s legs. Almost touching. Was that heat coming from his body or was Eddie just extremely warm?

“Did you actually wanna smoke or did you just wanna get out of the hall?” Steve asked after another minute of awkward silence.

“We can smoke.” Eddie reached into his pocket, hating how tight his jeans were in the front, and grabbed his lighter. His pack of cigarettes were usually stored in his van because he rarely smoked them, but luckily he’d brought them with him all week to sneak smokes between classes. He pulled one out and handed it to Steve.

He started to light his own when Steve leaned down, his face right next to Eddie’s, breath hot on his neck.

“You aren’t gonna light it for me?”

Eddie whimpered.

He would deny it a million times over if anyone asked. He almost had himself believing he imagined it.

But Steve laughed and backed away, pulling out his own lighter and giving Eddie a second to catch his breath.

What the fuck was that? Did Steve know he was making Eddie’s brain flatline?

He watched Steve take a long drag out of the corner of his eye, his mind shuffling between ‘what if he fucked me right here?’ and ‘get the hell away before your dick pops a hole in your jeans.’

Steve’s lips were so pink, and looked so soft, and just wet enough from licking his lips before taking the next drag, and Eddie was really going through it right now.

He’d gone through his Steve Harrington phase just like everyone else, thought it was over when he graduated. Had avoided the mall all summer when he heard he was working at Scoops so he didn’t have to see him in those tiny blue shorts. Had even gone so far as to avoid being around when the kids were being picked up from Hellfire because Dustin mentioned Steve was his ride.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Except for Eddie’s imagination was impressive, and his late night thoughts turned into very vivid scenes of Steve working him to the edge and making him beg, or pushing him against a locker and making him take his cock with barely any prep, or-

“Dude, anyone ever tell you you’re kinda space-y?” Steve’s voice once again lifted him from his thoughts, though he felt a bit hazy.

“Think I’m comin’ down with something,” Eddie squeaked out. All he was coming down with was a sickness deep in his chest: Harrington Heart-itis.

“Did you hit your head?” Steve sounded concerned now, setting his cigarette in the ashtray left on the table and moving so he had one leg on either side of Eddie. His fingers landed in Eddie’s hair, pulling his head closer and inspecting it for injury. “I didn’t think anything but your shoulders hit, but maybe-”

“No,” Eddie gulped. He should pull away. “Didn’t hit my head.”

Steve’s fingers tightened, not quite painfully, but enough of a bite to it that Eddie whimpered. Again.

Steve’s grip loosened, but his fingers stayed buried in his curls, and Eddie felt pressure guiding him to rest against Steve’s thigh.

“You eat today?” Steve asked, though his voice sounded kinda far away, like he was above the surface of the water and Eddie was sitting at the bottom of a pool looking up at the sun. “Eddie?”

“Hm?” Eddie blinked up at Steve. “I ate.”

“When?” Steve’s hand was cupping his cheek. “Lunch?”

“Mmm, no,” Eddie shook his head, blinked. “Breakfast? Cereal.”

Steve cursed under his breath.

He was so pretty. Had he been told how pretty he was? Surely when Nancy was with him, she told him.

Even if Robin liked women, she had to at least notice how pretty he was, right?

Steve’s sharp intake of breath somewhat centered Eddie.

“I’m gonna drive you home, okay?” Steve whispered, leaning down so his face was only inches away.

Eddie could kiss him. It would be the easiest thing in the world to lift his head the final two inches to make their lips meet.

“Eddie, eyes open,” Steve’s fingers tightened again, gaining Eddie’s full attention. “Should I call someone? Are you dynamic or something?”

Eddie’s brows furrowed. What did that even mean?

“Like the sugar thing?” Steve continued.

“Diabetic?” Eddie still felt a little hazy, but he was starting to come back to it with Steve’s hand migrating from his hair to his shoulder. “No, my sugar’s fine.”

“I’ve got some soda in my car. I can drive you home and then bring you to school in the morning. You probably shouldn’t drive like…this.”

It all came crashing down when Eddie realized how vulnerable he’d just been, how he’d actually lost track of time, not sure exactly how long he’d been sitting between Steve’s legs with his hands in his hair before he started coming back to earth. He stood up, maybe a bit too quickly, rocking a bit before finding his balance.

“Woah, take it easy.” Steve held his hands out, grasped his biceps to hold him steady. “You were pretty far out of it. Don’t rush it.”

How fucking embarrassing.

Eddie had only gone down that far one time with someone and they got freaked out when he was giggling and couldn’t walk on his own because his legs felt like jelly. But that had been on purpose. This was- Steve didn’t– Jesus Christ.

“I’m fine now.” Eddie was not fine. He knew what would happen if he left right now. Aftercare was a major part of this whether Steve was prepared for it or not. “Just, um, walk me to my van.”

Steve looked like a kicked puppy, but Eddie didn’t have the time to explain all of this to him.

Steve Harrington didn’t know how much of a freak Eddie was even if he did know he was gay. There’s no way Steve participated in any type of BDSM with the many girls he slept with in high school.

There was absolutely no fuckin’ way Nancy Wheeler let herself get tied to a bed and get fucked by Steve.

He shook his head at the thought.

“I’d feel a lot better if you let me drive you. I promise we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” Steve sighed. “I just don’t know if you should drive when you went down so hard.”

“You have no idea what even happened,” Eddie argued, pacing back and forth. “I can drive. I just need to walk it off.”

“You don’t walk off subspace.”

Eddie froze. Steve was standing right in front of him now, concern in his big, stupid, adorable eyes.

“How do you even know about subspace?” Eddie whispered.

“I slept with half the high school and two guys in Indy. I know what subspace is, Eds.”

Eddie must still be in space. Or maybe another galaxy.

“Sorry, did you just say you slept with two guys in Indy?” Has Steve seriously fucked more guys than Eddie has? Eddie, the resident gay man of Hawkins, has only been with one man in his entire life and Steve has apparently slept with two?

“Well, I wasn’t gonna sleep with two men in Hawkins!” Steve threw his hands up before putting them on his hips. “I hit up a gay bar and didn’t realize it doubled as a BDSM club until I was already in it and then a nice guy showed me the ropes. Literally. There were ropes involved.”

Eddie snorted. Steve was pretty and funny. Great. Just what he needed.

“I have a quick recovery, so I’ll be fine to drive home,” Eddie tried, though even he could hear his voice still shaking.

“No one is that quick,” Steve wrapped an arm around his shoulders, tugging him into a hug. “Has that ever happened before?”

“Not like that.”

“We should probably talk about it.”

The last thing Eddie wanted to do was talk about how someone playing with his hair and moving his head around while showing the bare minimum of care was enough to send him into subspace, but he had a feeling Steve wasn’t gonna give up easily.

“Fine. What should we talk about? How no one ever touches me gently so the moment someone did, I slipped? How I’ve been avoiding seeing you anywhere in public because I knew it would make my crush come back full force? Oh, I know!” Eddie laughed hysterically as he pulled away. “Let’s talk about how I still think about you in your stupid basketball shorts when I’m fucking myself on four fingers, which is never enough because I can never reach the spot I need to. Or how I once cut out your yearbook photo to keep for jerking off material because my mags weren’t enough. Could even talk about how earlier I wanted you to put your leg between mine so I could rub off on you. Or maybe the weather if you’d prefer that.”

Eddie was panting, could feel the heat on his face rising as he realized everything he’d just said, admitted, to Steve.

He’d never said any of that out loud. Shit, he’d barely said most of it in his own head.

Steve’s arms were pulling him in and Eddie let himself have it, let himself feel small for just a moment. If Steve wasn’t completely disgusted by what he said, then he would at least accept this offering of kindness for now.

They stayed like that for a while, long enough that Eddie started to wonder if he could just live here, right in Steve’s arms.

“It’s looking a little cloudy,” Steve said quietly, hands still rubbing Eddie’s back slowly.

“What?” Eddie still felt a little out of it, but that was entirely out of left field.

“You said we could talk about the weather.”

Eddie snorted. “Oh my God, you’re so-” Eddie looked up at Steve, who was smiling down at him. He felt off-kilter, being the object of that particular Steve look. “Stupid.”

It was fond, probably too fond for someone who needed to protect himself from whatever the hell was happening. He needed to shut this down.

“It’s been mentioned,” Steve’s eyes flickered down to Eddie’s lips, then back up to his eyes. “You good to head out?”

Eddie started to nod, but stopped.

This was his only chance. He wasn’t dumb enough to think he’d ever be alone with Steve again. If he was gonna kick start a spiral over feelings, he might as well go all out.

He stood at his full height, almost eye level with Steve, and leaned in.

The kiss was not even close to perfect. In fact, as far as kisses go, it was probably in the bottom three for Steve. Eddie chose not to think about how he screwed it all up.

But once the initial shock wore off, and Eddie put his teeth away, Steve’s hand cupped Eddie’s cheek and he licked past his lips.

Leave it to Steve to turn this around, make it something worth the risk.

Their lips moved in sync, both of them deepening the kiss without making it too wet, too filthy for a public space.

It was, dare he say, romantic.

Most kisses Eddie had managed to have were dirty and rough, hidden away in dark bars and alleyways, not exactly prime teen romance.

Of course Steve was good at this, of course he made Eddie melt against him, and of course Eddie was going to start writing hearts around Steve’s name in his notebook as if they were high school sweethearts.

When they pulled apart, it took him a minute to open his eyes. How stereotypical.

Steve was already looking at him, softer than he probably deserved.

“You’re pretty good at that,” Eddie breathed out.

“It’s been mentioned.” Steve’s lips turned up in a smirk before he pulled away completely. “Let’s go.”

They walked back through the school, stopping at Eddie’s locker to grab one of his textbooks as if he actually would use it. By now, he didn’t really need the textbooks to get his work done. And he was actually committed to getting it done this time around.

They were quiet as they continued out to the parking lot, only a few cars belonging to teachers left, maybe a few students stuck here for football or basketball practice. Steve’s car was towards the back, but Eddie’s was almost all the way in the grass field by the main road. It was less risky leaving it further away, less likely that anyone would slash the tires or key the side.

“You’re sure you can drive?” Steve asked as they stood outside his car.

“Yeah. Only five minutes to the trailer. It’ll be fine.” Eddie shrugged like it was nothing, but he was actually a little worried the kiss set him too off balance to focus on the road. Fuck the subspace, Steve’s lips were like discovering a new galaxy.

“Can I call you later? To check on you?” Steve seemed hesitant to ask.

“Uh, yeah? Do you…have my number?”

Steve shook his head, opening the door to his car and reaching into the glovebox to find a pen and an old receipt. As Eddie wrote down the number to the trailer, he thought about how much worse this would be tomorrow, how shitty it would be to have had this absolutely out of this world experience with the one person he never thought he could and then be left with scraps for the rest of his life.

“You uh, you don’t have to call, man. Don’t feel pressured. My uncle will be home so it’s not like I’ll be alone.”

Steve took the paper and pen back, folding the paper and putting it in his pocket and throwing the pen back into the car.

“I’m gonna call.” Steve moved a piece of Eddie’s hair from in front of his face. “You got a phone in your room?”

“No, but the one we have reaches to the bathroom?” Why the hell did he need one in his room?

“Good. Need you to be alone.”

“Steve, what the hell does that mean?”

“How else am I supposed to tell you what I wanna do to you?”

Well, fuck.

Day two: ao3 | tumblr

[killuintense]

could you write a one shot of Leon and fem!reader talking about having a baby together? Leon assuming he would have to go easy on the alcohol and y/n happy to give Leon baby plsss ily<3 vvvv

❝ baby fever ❞

leon kennedy x fem!reader.

summary: the idea of confessing to you that incessant idea in his head to tell you that you would be an excellent mother, was consuming Leon.

content: 1.3k words, fluff, mention of pregnancy, a very cheesy and sweet Leon, mention of alcoholism, comfort.

note: i loved placing your request, thank you very much for making it and i hope you enjoy it, ilyyyy ♡ ♡

The night seemed to be calm and typical for that season of the year. The breeze was gently breezing and ruffling Leon's ashen hair as he quietly opened the door of the house without trying to make too much noise. It wasn't too late, but he didn't want to be loud, especially after spending all day at the main D.S.O. base taking care of paperwork and reports after his last assignment at Alcatraz prison. He laughed when he remembered your concern the moment you learned that he had been infected by a virus, blaming you for not accompanying him as you usually did being an important agent of the association.

"Ahmmm..." he heard a soft sound emitted by you from the kitchen and soon remembered that little detail. Your best friend had asked you as a last minute favor to babysit her baby for that whole day as family problems had arisen. She remembered the image of the morning. You, holding in your arms that little girl with golden hair and chubby cheeks, you and your look of love and tenderness. Leon would bet that he had never seen you make that face before, and a strange feeling welled up in his chest. Almost as if from his heart exploding in a feverish sense of need it was present "So goood, what a good girl, you like applesauce, don't you?" a complicit chuckle let itself be heard and Leon hesitated to enter the kitchen where your voice came from. He hesitated because he knew that if he came in and saw you behaving in such a natural and loving way with the little baby, many incoherent words and impulsive ideas would come out of his mouth.

However, the day had been long enough without wanting to see his beloved so he didn't hesitate to leave his blue leather jacket hanging in the entrance and enter the kitchen, watching how you held little Rosemary in your arms and gave her that preparation with enthusiasm "My love..." it almost came out in a sigh, and you admired it with surprise.

"Leon!" the excitement could be heard in your voice and dazzled in your eyes "I didn't hear the door, I'm sorry I didn't welcome you, Honey" you smiled and took the baby's little hand to improvise a greeting to Leon. He could feel his face heat up and if it wasn't for the baby on top of you, he would have run to lock you in his arms, sinking into a kiss that only he was capable of giving you. Before he could speak any more, though, the doorbell rang and soon you both realized that it was probably your friend finally showing up as promised.

He could see the disappointment in your eyes, knowing that if it was for you you could have her for another day playing with your cheeks as she laughed with amusement; and the blond wondered if he couldn't fall more in love, wondered if his love for you would make him explode. He needed to make you more his than you already were. He needed to sink into you in a different way and mark you, leave something of him forever in you.

"I really wish she would have stayed longer" you mentioned once the baby joyfully welcomed her mother's arms "You know you can trust me if you need help again" you offered and exchanged words of encouragement with your friend, cheering her up and congratulating her on having such a beautiful baby. Leon also waved, stood behind you with that soft smile he was only naturally able to do when he had you around. But he wasn't being enough. He wanted to close the damn door and tell you about that crazy idea that had been going around in his head since that morning he saw you with a little baby in your arms, about that feeling that invaded him when he took you by the waist hugging you and leaving a kiss on your lips and a soft caress on the little one's cheek before saying goodbye and leaving for work. He felt for the first time the feeling of a.... family. A family he only wanted to have if it was with you.

"Ah..." once you closed the door you stretched and yawned, hanging on the back of Leon's neck to hug him tightly "I really miss you today, big boy" you teased at the nickname, depositing a kiss on his jawline as scarred as it was rough, feeling the stubble of a couple of days unshaven.

"I missed you more..." he seemed as self-absorbed as ever, moving his hands from your waist to your belly, caressing it gently. It caught your attention that he would do that, of course, but you assumed he was affectionate because of the distance and remoteness that had consumed you during that week due to work. But you didn't think that Leon's mind was wandering in a need so primitive that it even saddened him "You really would make an excellent mother" he suddenly blurted out, staring at you as he gently bumped his forehead against yours and closed his eyes, sorry for pushing you into that situation.

"Is that a proposal, Kennedy?" you smiled, you loved it when he got shy like that. That remembered you when he was younger and still didn't know how to handle himself, how he wasn't able to carry all the traumas he had on his shoulders. "Leon... do you really think I would make a good mother?" you asked unsurely, a pressure in your chest made as it dawned on you that Leon wanted you to be the mother of his children. That he wanted to take that step with you.

"Obviously! Fuck, sometimes I find myself thinking about that too much" he smiled, kissing your cheek repeatedly causing you to giggle in amusement "Can you imagine? A little girl running all over the house, accompanying us everywhere, laughing and being happy..." his voice trailed off softly and he smiled "Being happy like we would have liked to be at some point. Not thinking about abandonment and the sadness of not having a home to return to" he squeezed your waist, as if trying to be aware that you were there, that you hadn't faded away. "And I know that last year was terrible... but I need to start again, I need to forget that I can drown my sorrows in alcohol" he murmured, ashamed of himself.

"Leon..." you took his cheek and smiled, kissing his lips softly "You'll make an excellent father, you know that, don't you?" a sparkle came into Leon's eyes, almost as if the hope of a future was opening in front of him, holding your hand, happy to move forward "Although to be honest, I'd like a mini Leon" you laughed, brushing your nose against his, in a sweet Eskimo kiss.

"If it's with you I wouldn't mind having a litter of mini Leons" he joked, though in a corner of his mind his almost animal instinct thought that if you let him he was capable of filling you completely until you couldn't take any more. 'We're not rabbits... for now' he thought, and chuckled to himself before he felt you pull away to go to the kitchen.

"Especially since I'm sure if she grows up to be a girl, she's going to be a spoiled daddy's princess" you said loud enough for him to hear and started cleaning up the dishes you had messed up during the day. Soon a giggle came closer and Leon's soft footsteps came into view, catching you around the waist as he let out a mocking sigh in your ear, sending a burst of electricity down your spine.

"Don't be like that, if you love that I spoil you, mh" he kissed your neck and you couldn't help but feel your body temper. You wouldn't give up that feeling of need for anything, that feeling of Leon wanting and having the instinct to take you in a way beyond what himself could have thought. You couldn't wait for the day to come, to one day have the privilege of having a seed of him growing inside you.

[szasfuckingwife]

WHEN I LOOK IN YOUR EYES, I FEEL ALIVE

EX CONVICT!TOJI X MOM!READER

WARNINGS: angst, fluff, Toji has gone to prison, Toji fushiguro is a family man and wants his family back !!

SYNOPSIS: Toji being incarcerated fucked you and your daughter up badly, and when he’s released, you want nothing more than to hold him again.

A/N: i was listening to Blue by Beyoncé while writing this and she made that song for her daughter and I just felt the need to sob for some reason🥲 but yeah prisonbf! Toji missing his gf and kid fucks me up.

When Toji went to prison, you knew it was the end of your relationship. You warned him so many times that this would happened, even before you gave birth to your daughter. And, knowing Toji, there was no convincing him.

The court trial was the worst memory that comes to mind when talking about Toji. When the judge declared he was guilty, it wasn’t a shock to anyone, even Toji.

But it didn’t help that you were there, holding your two year old as police men took him away. Not once, during the whole ordeal, did Toji look back at you two, deciding it was too much to see his girlfriend and daughter who he loved so much get taken away from him. He’d probably break down right there if he looked back.

You cried so much that day, especially when getting told that he’d be facing five years. Even when your lawyer ensured that Toji would face a lot less if he behaves well in prison, it all went in one ear and out the other.

It had been a difficult two years, he’s missed out on so much. Such as, his daughter’s third and fourth birthday, you having a new job and the fact that you and that guys relationship was more serious than he thought.

He remembers when you told him about it. It was bittersweet due to the fact that you brought your daughter so Toji could see her. “Daddy!” She exclaimed, excited to see her dad even though it’s behind a poorly cleaned window. She was too excited to even speak through the telephone.

But Toji already knew. Toji knew his daughter loved him. He talked to her about school and smiled as his four year old talked about whatever she’d been doing for the past week. Except, she mentioned that her, mommy and ‘that man’ went to the park.

When his daughter said that, Toji looked at you only to see you looking away, embarrassingly. Despite his annoyance, the raven haired man kept smiling at your daughter, even more attentive than he was before.

You took the phone once your daughter was finished, “He’s just a friend from work.”

“Why don’t I know about this guy?” Toji asked whilst keeping his hand pressed up against the glass so his daughter could press her hand up too.

“Because it’s not that serious to be talking about.” You sigh. And you were right, it was a couple of dates and drinks but he didn’t make you feel things that Toji had made you feel. “Don’t do this, Toji, not here. Not in front of her.” Your daughter looks up at you, her hand still separated from her fathers due to the glass.

He scoffed, “Does he sleep over? You fuckin him now, is that it? In my bed, huh?”

You stayed silent, not wanting your daughter to hear you lash out. Toji grew even more annoyed at that, “You know that’s gonna upset her, right? She’s gonna think you’re replacing her dad. That shit isn’t fair, Y/N. You know I’m gonna be released soon.”

“And that’s supposed to make me roll out the red carpet for you? And forget that this shit ever happened?” You scoff. Toji opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again choosing to let you talk. “I’ve missed you so much. She misses you so much. Do you know how hard it has been to raise a child on my own? And for you to give me shit if I wanted to move on? Fuck you, Toji.”

His questions not only angered you, but upset you. You had every right to allow yourself to move on after him being locked up for two years. The fact that he’d even attempt to make you feel bad about that was absurd.

Toji watched silently as you held back tears, put the telephone in its holder and walked away with your daughter.

That was the last conversation he had with you for a year. Toji would’ve slapped his past self for even talking to you like that because he misses you now more than ever.

There were so many times where he’s called you, longing to hear your sweet voice. Even if it’s you saying that he’s a dick and you never wanted to hear from him again.

But that wish was never granted.

‘Hey, it’s me again. It’s nearly peanuts fourth birthday..’ He smiles remembering the nickname you gave your daughter. ‘I was just wondering if maybe you could come around? Or maybe give me a call, just so I can wish her a happy birthday. I miss you more and more each day. Both of you. I love you.’

The voicemail meant nothing to you. It should’ve meant nothing to you. But hearing him say your daughter’s nickname sent tears down your face.

He truly misses his little family.

You can only imagine his excitement when he was released. He called an uber straight to your home, his home. He had nothing but a bag of his possessions and $20 but once he’d see you again, he’d be more than satisfied.

It was a Saturday morning. You cooked your daughter some scrambled eggs for breakfast, reminding you of her dad who ate eggs almost everyday. Toji was set to be released any time now, and that loomed over your head like a plague.

Suddenly, you hear three loud knocks coming from your door. It startled you, and your daughter who nearly dropped her orange juice. It was probably one of your friends who forgot their bag here, you thought.

But once you opened the door, you were met with an unwanted surprise.

Toji stood, smiling down at you, dressed in a casual hoodie and joggers. He was definitely more buff due to all the muscle gain he earned through prison. It was strange seeing him again. Not behind a glass but in front of you. Not in his orange jumpsuit but in normal clothes.

You wanted to touch him, see if he was real.

“Hey..” He said. Oh, how badly he wanted to kiss you right then and there. Seeing you again after a year was the best thing that has ever happened to him.

When your daughter saw him, stood at the door, her mouth fell open. “You remember me, sweetheart?” Toji crouched down to her height with open arms as she ran towards him.

He almost cried as his little girl sobbed into his shoulder, she wasn’t as little as she was when he last saw her. He realised how much time has passed. And how much he’s missed the both of you.

“Daddy, don’t l-leave again…”, the four year old croaked out, her nose stuffy and eyes watery. Toji rubbed her back, encouraging her to let her feelings out.

Toji almost jumped when he felt an extra pair of hands join in the hug. However, when he looked up and saw you, he was reminded that everything he ever did and everything he’d ever do would be for the two of you. He pulled you into the hug and held you both, kissing both of your foreheads.

All resentment you felt towards him went away the second you saw him. The three of you caught up, well, it was more of you and your daughter catching him up. The most Toji could do was mention all the times he’s intimidated people at prison, even those serving longer sentences than him. However, Toji was still glad to know you ended things with that guy you were with.

He helped you cook dinner, not forgetting to kiss your cheek every step of the way. The meal truly being made with love. He missed the domesticity of his life. Even when he was going through all his trial stuff, he remembers you, his baby daughter and him all cozied up on the couch, eating spaghetti or something.

And now he had that opportunity again. He enjoyed seeing you remind your daughter to not play with her food and how she asked for ice cream once she was done.

Once the day was over, Toji sat on his bed, his back still not truly recovered from sleeping in a dingy prison bed. It also helped that you were there. You removed his clothes, peppering him with kisses as you did so. He snuggled up to your warm body and just listened to your steady breathing.

“I fucking love you.” He whispers and you hum in response. He knows you and how it’ll take some time before you can utter those words again. If it takes him the rest of his life to make things up to you, he’ll do that.

But that’s fine. As long as he’s with you.

[yasemei]

Aventurine, Jing Yuan,Sunday, Blade and Wriothesley celebrating teen!reader’s birthday!!

🪷 Genre: Platonic + Found family

🌸 a/n: its my birthday so I decided to actually write something today!! :) english is not my native language so please excuse any errors

🪻 father figure characters / topaz, dr.ratio, yanqing, robin,kafka, silver wolf, elio and sigewinne mentioned / reader is a prisoner at fortress of meropide in wriothesley‘s part

~ Aventurine ~

Aventurine probably didnt celebrate many birthdays, including his own, but he really cared for you and wanted to make yours special.

He would buy something you really wanted, no matter how expensive it is, he is going to spoil you rotten.

He would also buy a very sweet and expensive cake for you, he always takes note of your preferences and likes, so he buys the most suited cake and gifts for you.

He tries to get a break from work to celebrate with you, if he cant manage to you would just celebrate at his office.

He has no problem if you want to celebrate just with him, but if you want more people and not feel lonely, he would try to get dr.ratio and topaz to celebrate with you. (with a lot of effort)

Ratio would be hard, but if youre a student of his and Aventurine manages to convince him enough, he would buy you a small gift and text happy birthday to you.

Topaz wouldnt mind celebrating your birthday, despite her not being too fond of Aventurine, it wouldnt take too much convincing to get her to celebrate your birthday. She would buy you a nice gift and personally wish you a happy birthday.

You two spend the all night having fun. He personally tucks you to bed when you get sleepy. (He might even carry you)

Seeing you grow up and enjoying your youthful years satisfies him than any gamble could ever do. He follows the path of preservation, he would do almost anything to preserve your youth and happiness— something that sadly wasnt done for him.

~ Jing Yuan ~

Jing Yuan is used to celebrating birthdays, he celebrates Yanqing’s every year after all.

He also buys you great gifts and cake. Like Aventurine he makes sure to remember your likes and preferences.

He is also pretty busy, but he would make time for you since its your birthday.

Yanqing would celebrate with you as well.

He tucks Yanqing and you to bed before going back to the endless paperwork on his desk.

He has a big soft spot for you and Yanqing, watching you two grow up makes him bittersweet, knowing that you two are going to be adults one day and not spend as much time with him as you do now.

But he believes that you two will be good and responsible adults thanks to his guidance.

~ Sunday ~

Sunday would be make extra time for you, also inviting Robin for your birthday

He would buy you a gift from a very luxurious store in Golden Hour, he even orders a special birthday cake for you.

Robin would personally sing happy birthday to you with her angelic voice

Sunday already has a tendency to dote on you, but not directly since he is busy, he leaves random gifts during the day and has bloodhounds watch over you to ensure your safety while he is busy working.

But for the sake of your birthday; you, him and Robin had lots of fun together.

~ Blade ~

Blade wasnt too sure what to for your birthday, ever since he adopted his new identity, he has been disconnected from people, only living as a weapon.

But you were special to him, he always felt the need to protect and care for you. Maybe you had bringed out the fatherly instincts that he didnt even know he had.

He goes to Silver Wolf and Kafka for advice.

He ultimately decides to make you a handmade gift, he used to make weapons after all, his crafting skills are incredible, maybe not as much as it was when he was still Yingxing, but he is still talented.

Kafka buys the cake and some accesories or clothing as gifts

Silver Wolf would hack into a rich persons account to get you something you really wanted.

Elio doesnt give you any missions, you and your fellow stellaron hunters celebrate together when they come back

Blade would carry you to bed when you get tired, he would even tuck you in if you ask nicely

~ Wriothesley ~

Wriothesley would buy a cake and gift for you from the overworld

You two and Sigewinne celebrate together by drinking tea and having cake

You and Wriothesley already spend a lot of time together since you work directely under him

Seeing you grow up safely makes him happy, even though you are a prisoner, he has a huge soft spot for you

He would also tuck you in, but he would do it secretly so the other inmates dont see him being a massive softie, he has a reputation to uphold after all and cant have the inmates misbehaving or maybe even using you against him

[whateversawesome]

Spy x Family Chapter 98: An Explosion

Let's start with the most important thing and we'll go from there. Ready? This panel:

Blink and you'll miss that insignificant comment from someone we don't even know their name. Nevertheless, given the implications of Project Apple, this panel is huge! Because, even if back then it was just a rumor, there's a chance it could also be true. Project Apple could have started during the first conflict. This leads me to the following theory:

Anya's biological parents were prisoners of war.

The story about Twilight as a soldier, Martha and Henry, as well as Millie, Franky, and even the Lady Patriots Society tell us about the dehumanization of the enemy. So yeah, it's very possible that it was acceptable for either side to do anything they wanted with captured enemies, that includes experimentation.

And by prisoners of war, I'm not only referring to soldiers and medical personnel, but also spies. Wouldn't it be funny if Anya's birth parents were also spies? It's too soon to tell, but it's so much fun to speculate 😆

At the beginning, it's stated that Anya was created by accident:

Maybe she was "an accident" between two prisoners of war or between a prisoner of war being experimented on and a scientist 🤔

So here's another crazy idea: Everyone thinks that Anya learned Classical Language because it was used in the lab by scientists, but what if it was her biological parents the ones who taught her that language in order to be able to communicate with each other?

At some point, I thought that even if we learned about Anya's past there was a possibility we would never know about her parents, now I think we will.

About the Chapter

Clearly, SXF is an anti-war story that wants to show us how terrible war is for EVERYONE. That's why big and small characters, side or main, have been affected greatly by war.

I'm sure plenty of people will talk about Martha and Henry's love story. After this chapter, I think it's clear that they probably were separated by war and that Henry had to marry to save himself, leaving Martha up in the air. (I know I am a fool, but I keep hoping she's the one he married, but I don't think so 😭)

Anyways, leaving the cautionary semi-tragic love story aside (Ahem, watch out Twilight and Yor)...I see what the author is trying to do: The story shows us very clearly what happens to every person when pushed to their limits, when they and their families are in danger. It's a story about loss, loss, and more loss.

The story is trying to make the readers root for peace and be very adamant against war. This is a masterclass on "Show, don't tell." So even if a lot of these stories seem insignificant because it's about side characters, they are meant to influence the readers' point of view about war, so when it reaches the main characters, we all know what could happen to them. These stories are meant to raise the stakes for the main characters.

Now, I've said it before: It's very possible that close to the climax of the story, Ostania and Westalis will be at the verge of a third conflict. By then, we'll know much more about the main characters' background as well as many other stories of side characters affected by war (don't be surprised if The Garden was created as a consequence of it). So when we're close to the end, when war is about to happen, we'll know exactly what could happen to the Forgers, because it has already happened to so many people: loss.

Something to Keep in Mind

The more the story moves forward, the more curious I am about the Desmonds. Since all of the characters were affected by war, I'm wondering how were the Desmond affected? Melinda certainly has issues (did this happen during and because of the war?) and Donovan Desmond is still a BIG question mark. It easy to relate to what normal characters feel. If any of us were going through something similar, we would be terrified too. However, how is it for someone in charge? How did Desmond see and suffer war? I really want to know.

One Last Thing

If in two chapters focusing on two side characters Endo has managed to create such a beautiful love story, can you image what he plans to do with Twiyor, which is the main couple of the story??

I know I say this a lot, but after seeing this my expectations are high and I am convinced it'll be worth the wait.

Food for thought.

[fluentmoviequoter]

With You, Even When I'm Not

Requested Here by the amazing @newobsessionweekly!

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!cop!reader

Summary: When one of Tim Bradford's enemies is released from prison, he sets out to hurt Tim by hurting you. You trust that Tim will save you, but time is not on your side.

Warnings: angst, car accident, torture (injuries to r), based on 2x11 but this isn't a rewrite (for once lol), crying, fluff and comfort

Word Count: 5.5k+ words

A/N: I didn't include a scene with Tim threatening someone like he does in 2x11 and I kinda regret it because it was hot, but I also really like how this turned out...

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“The almighty Tim Bradford isn’t coming to save you. You know why? Because you’re already dead.”

You force your eyes open and ignore the pain and fear to say, “So are you.”

Less than eight hours ago, you sat beside Tim in roll call. You force yourself to remember that rather than consider what Ferguson plans to do to you.

- 8 Hours Ago - 

Your day starts like any other: you wake up, get ready, go to the station, and take your seat beside Tim for roll call. The sun is bright, the sky clear, and Los Angeles is event-free for once. So, it has the makings for a good day.

“What is up with you?” Tim asks quietly.

“What do you mean?” you counter.

“You’re all smiley and happy. Someone puked in my shop yesterday and you’re acting like this is the best job in the world.”

“It is!” You chuckle at his look before explaining, “It’s going to be a good day. Just let me enjoy this one for every hundred bad ones I’ve dealt with.”

“Sure.”

Wade enters, and you give him your full attention, though you never forget about Tim. He’s a constant in your life, and you wish you could have him by your side every moment, not just during roll call.

“Nolan, Harper is back so you can return to your TO,” Wade says.

“That’s why you’re so happy,” Tim muses. “You got rid of Nolan.”

You shake your head and smile before you stand. You’re patrolling in one of the nicest Los Angeles neighborhoods today, so you probably won’t see or hear Tim much today.

“Have a good one,” you tell him.

“Be careful,” he replies.

You exit the room, and Tim watches you go. Lucy walks to his side and stops, aware of what he’s looking at and longing for.

“Let’s go, boot, don’t just stand there,” Tim demands.

“Bradford,” Wade calls. “A word? Chen can stay.”

Tim nods and follows Lucy to the front of the room.

“Ferguson was released on parole this morning,” Wade says. “Sorry to tell you like this, but I thought you should know.”

“He had fifteen years left; how did this happen?” Tim asks.

“Who’s Ferguson?” Lucy inquires.

“Someone I arrested,” Tim answers. “He threatened to kill me when he got out.”

“Oh. Uh, should we-“

“That is up to Officer Bradford,” Wade interjects. “If you want to sit today out, I’ll understand.”

“No. I’m not letting him ruin my life, too. We can handle Ferguson if he’s stupid enough to show his face.”

“The parole board seems convinced he’s reformed, but we both know he’s a good liar and a better manipulator. Keep your eyes open, Tim, and don’t hesitate to call in anything you think is a threat.”

“Yes, sir. Let’s go, boot.”

Tim leads Lucy to the shop, and he's quieter than usual. Lucy hasn’t been a cop as long as him, but she knows what it’s like to have a criminal blame you for the consequences of their actions. She won’t push Tim, not about this, but she has questions about everything she heard.

“Pull up Roscoe Ferguson,” Tim says as he turns onto the road. “Get familiar with his face. If you see him, I want you to know it’s him.”

“You really think he’ll do something?” Lucy asks as she turns the dashboard computer toward her.

“I’m counting on it.”

“Dispatch, this is 7-Adam-9, are there any alerts in my area?” you ask into the radio.

“Negative, 7-Adam-9.”

You nod to yourself and place the radio back in the console. The morning has been quiet and slow. You know you shouldn’t complain; a sunny drive in the hills is rarely a bad thing, but you’re a cop, and you’re getting bored.

“7-Adam-9, switch to channel 4 for Sergeant Grey,” dispatch instructs.

You turn the channel dial and let Wade know you’re there. He doesn’t answer, and you slow at a stop sign as you bounce the radio against your thigh.

“You’re in the hills, right?” Wade asks suddenly.

He doesn't use your name or call number, only asks a rushed question. It concerns you, but you remain professional.

“Yes, sir,” you answer. “Do you need me to come back?”

“No, stay up there. Just wanted to double-check.”

“What’s going on?”

Wade goes silent again, and you repeat the question.

“Nothing, I hope. Just trying to keep everyone connected to Bradford out of the heart of LA today.”

“Why?”

“Ferguson was released.”

“He has 15 years left on his sentence!” you exclaim into your empty car.

“I know. I’m trying to get everything figured out and petition for it to be reversed, but for now, just keep working.”

“Yes, sir.”

You turn the channel back and set the radio down. Roscoe Ferguson hates Tim and would do anything to get to him. Tim knows you're here for him, so you focus on your assignment. The Hollywood hills are quiet this morning, but you know better than to let your guard down.

As you turn onto Tahoe Drive, you notice a black truck in your rearview. He gets close to the tail of your shop but slows suddenly and turns onto Tahoe Place. You roll your eyes; the people who live in the Hills drive like they own the hills. They probably do, but it doesn’t excuse unsafe vehicle operation.

You round the bend where Tahoe Drive turns into Lake Hollywood Drive, and the Hollywood Reservoir comes into view. When you glance up, you see the black truck speeding toward you again. You hit the lights and leave them on for a few seconds as a warning, but the driver doesn’t slow. If they pass you, you’ll stop them and issue a ticket, you decide.

There’s a point on Lake Hollywood Drive where there’s less than 200 feet of terrain between the road and the reservoir. It’s covered in sparse foliage, but it would be easy enough to get to the water or hide in the trees. You realize too late that the truck isn’t slowing down or moving to pass you as you near that point. It rams into you from behind, and you lurch forward before the seatbelt catches and snatches you backward. Steering is pointless as the shop slides into a small patch of dirt. The truck is still driving, pushing your car forward. The driver stops just before you collide with a tree, and you reach for the radio.

It's fallen from the console, and the seatbelt holds you uncomfortably tight to your seat. As you wrestle to free yourself and get the radio, you don’t see the man exit the truck or approach your window. He hits it with an illegal tool used for breaking into cars, and you turn your face away as glass showers over you.

“Hi,” he greets. “7-Adam-9, right?”

“And you’re Roscoe Ferguson,” you answer.

“Bradford, get back to the station,” Wade radios, “Now.”

“What’s going on?” Tim asks as he makes a U-turn.

“Ferguson stole a truck. We don’t know where he went after or what he’s planning to do.”

“We should find him,” Lucy says.

“And don’t say you should go look for him,” Wade adds. “You’re too close to this.”

“He’s not going to kill me, Grey,” Tim argues. “Let me help. I caught him once; I can do it again.”

“Get back to the station. That’s an order.”

“Yes, sir.”

Tim sighs as he continues driving toward the station. The last time he worried about Roscoe Ferguson, you were sitting beside him. Though you’ll never take the credit, Tim thinks you’re the main reason he finally got Ferguson in cuffs. 

“What now?” Lucy asks.

“We find a way to help find Ferguson,” Tim replies.

“Get out,” Ferguson demands. 

He pushes the gun closer to your face, and you raise your hands slowly. Your left shoulder aches from the impact of the seatbelt, and as you reach through the broken window to open your door, you feel the tiny scratches littering your face and neck sting. Ferguson pulls you away from the shop and pushes you toward the reservoir.

“What’s your plan here, Roscoe?” you ask.

He taps the gun against your back to make you keep walking. With your back to him, you slide your hand into your pocket and remove the laminated piece of paper you keep in it. It falls to the ground, and you hope it’s enough to help Tim find you and Roscoe. 

“Kill me to get to Tim? Hurt him without touching him because you know he won’t let you get the chance?”

“Shut up!” Ferguson yells. “Walk!”

Taunting him may not be your brightest decision, but making him mad will make him careless. When you reach the water, he grabs your belt and pulls you backward. Your breath rushes out as your back hits the ground, but you smile through the pain.

“You will never beat him,” you say.

“Tim Bradford took everything from me. Let’s see how he likes the feeling,” Ferguson responds.

He raises the gun to your face and pushes the barrel against your forehead. You keep your eyes on him, unwilling to flinch in the face of death. He changes his mind, however, and brings the butt of the handle down against your temple instead, and everything goes dark as the water blows in the wind.

Tim and Lucy have been relegated to desk duty. With Ferguson on the run and numerous threats against Tim’s life, Wade decided it would be best for him to stay here. Wade watches them from his office and shakes his head when Lucy begins twirling her handcuffs around her finger. His phone rings and Wade steps away from the glass door to answer it.

“Sergeant Grey,” he answers.

He listens silently before lowering the receiver and stepping out into the station. Tim looks up, and his expression drops immediately.

“What happened?” Tim asks as he stands.

“They found the stolen truck. It was involved in an accident near the reservoir. He, uh… Ferguson ran a cop off the road, and they’re both missing.”

“Who?” Tim asks, urgency and panic lacing the syllable.

Before Wade can answer, dispatch reads your badge number in a missing officer alert, and Tim’s blood runs cold. He freezes, staring at Wade as he realizes what has happened and that it’s his fault. Tim never anticipated Ferguson going for the people Tim cares about – loves – and he should have.

“Let me go out there,” Tim demands lowly. “I can find her.”

“I shouldn’t,” Wade answers. He looks to Lucy and adds, “But I will. Don’t try to do this alone, Bradford. Take help where you can get it.”

“I don’t want the credit; I want her back,” Tim snaps.

“Then get to the reservoir and do what you do best, Tim.”

Lucy nods at Wade, an unspoken promise that she’ll do her best to help him and keep him from spiraling. They both know that it’s easier said than done.

“Tim,” you call out when you wake.

“Nope, just me,” Ferguson says.

He’s sitting across from you as he carves a piece of wood into a chipmunk. Your arms are tied tightly behind you, and one of your ankles is secured to a metal pole with your handcuffs. Whatever he’s planning to do to you will hurt you, but it will hurt Tim much worse.

“I hope you’re asking for a lot of ransom,” you mumble.

“You and I both know this isn’t about money. It’s about that little partner of yours and what he did to me.”

“Making you pay for your crimes? Yeah, he’s a terrible person.”

Ferguson moves forward quickly. The half-finished wood carving falls to the floor as he presses the knife under your jaw.

“These whittling knives are small, but I can cut an artery before you can call out to him again,” he threatens.

You swallow, causing the knife to bob in his hand. He presses harder and turns to the left before standing. Warm blood trickles down your neck, and you wonder what he plans to do to you before he kills you. If you didn’t have so much faith in Tim, you’d be tempted to anger Ferguson and trick him into killing you early. It’s a terrible thing to think, but at the end of the day, you’re a cop, and you know when your chances aren’t good enough. Right now, they are.

“When he gets here, he will put a bullet in you this time,” you tell Ferguson.

“You stopped him last time,” he answers.

He’s planning to use you as a human shield; let Tim be the one to finish you off in the darkness. Perhaps that’s why you’re underground. The only light you see is from a small lamp; when it goes off, you will be plunged into complete darkness.

“Stop talking,” Ferguson demands as he retrieves his chipmunk. “We don’t have much air in here.”

You try not to let your shock show, but as you look around and fail to see a single air vent, you worry that Tim won’t make it in time. Forcing yourself to take a steady breath, you close your eyes.

“No, no, no,” Ferguson chides. “No napping. We have to stay awake for the pre-game, and the final score.”

He tips your head back, and your eyes open instinctually. When he sees that, he tightens his grip on your jaw and circles you. Looking at him upside-down, you tug against your restraints. He raises a foot and places it on your bound hands before stepping down hard and fast. Your shoulders pull backward at a painful angle with no room that makes you yell in pain. Ferguson’s laugh drowns out your scream, and he keeps his hand on your jaw as he lays a rope over the back of your neck to hang over your shoulders.

“He’s going to kill you,” you say between pants when Ferguson releases your face.

He hinges at his hip, invading your personal space as he smiles and says, “You too.”

“Bradford, there’s blood,” an officer alerts.

Tim steps to your open shop door and sees a few small, oblong blood drops on your seat. Based on the shape, you were in motion when they fell, and it wasn’t enough blood to kill you.

“Probably from the glass,” he decides. “Let’s move toward the reservoir. We can’t tell footprints apart but watch where you’re stepping!”

“Tim!” Lucy yells from just past the tree line.

He jogs to her side and looks down. She found a small, laminated piece of paper, and Tim recognizes it immediately. Your self-proclaimed “perfect fortune” from one of your first dinners together as P2s rather than rookies. He picks it up and looks toward the water. He’s looking in the right place, you made sure to tell him that, but he feels like he’s missing something else.

“Please,” you whimper, even though you know he can’t hear you.

“How many more times do I have to tell you?” Ferguson asks. “He’s not here.”

The only thing on your mind is Tim because if you stop thinking about him you’ll only know the unbearable pain and the man inflicting it. Ferguson places his foot between your legs, pushing against the chair slowly. It tips back, and you close your eyes and imagine Tim catching you. It doesn’t stop the initial pain of your leg being held in one place by the handcuffs as the rest of your body moves back or the scream you release as you hit the floor, but it does give you a reason to keep fighting. Ferguson pulls you up nearly as fast as he tipped you over, and the rope digs in against the side of your neck.

“This is the best workout I’ve ever had,” he says.

He wipes the sheen of sweat from his forehead, and you notice how hot and thick the air seems. Ferguson admitted that the air supply was limited, so if you start wasting it, maybe he will leave.

“If you call him…” you begin slowly. “Let me hear Tim Bradford’s voice one more time, and I will lure him here for you.”

“Do you think I’m dumb?” Ferguson asks.

You nod and immediately regret it when he pulls the rope and forces your head down toward your chest.

“I’m not letting you take control. This is my plan, and it ends beautifully.”

“I can’t do this!” Tim yells.

He runs his hands over the back of his head and down his face as he squats by the reservoir. There are no other hints about where Ferguson took you, nothing to guide Tim toward saving you, only dirt and broken promises. He told you that he wouldn’t let anything happen to you; Tim whispered the promise in the dead of night when you were asleep during an overnight patrol, yet he’s holding himself to keeping it like it will kill him if he doesn’t. Because it will.

“Tim don’t give up yet,” Lucy encourages. She lowers beside him and lays a hand on his back. “We can do this, but we have to work together. The paper means something right? Could it be more than an indication she was here?”

Tim wipes under his eye, and Lucy’s eyes widen as she realizes tears are streaming down his cheeks. He stops them quickly, but she pats his back to remind him he’s not fighting alone. You’re fighting, too, and Tim needs to remember that.

“Lucy, I lo-“ Tim stops suddenly, though Lucy is confident she knows where he was going. “I know what it means.”

He stands quickly, and Lucy follows him to the place where they found the fortune. The little strip of paper from a fortune cookie has been in your pocket since you read it, but not only for the encouraging message on the front.

“34831,” Tim says.

“Your badge number?” Lucy asks, tilting her head to the side. “What about it?”

“It was on the back of my fortune that night. Hers, though, didn’t have a number. So, we wrote one on it.”

“What’s the number?”

“2 25 12 9. I didn’t think she’d know what it meant.”

“What does it mean?”

“It’s an alphabet cypher, but backward.”

“B, Y, L, I,” Tim rattles off. “If she had this, she may have left more clues at those points: 2, 25, 12, and 9.”

“This would have been about 2,” Lucy says, gesturing to the ground. “That’s what, 2 meters from the car?”

Tim furrows his brows at Lucy’s use of meters but nods anyway.

“We can’t walk 25 meters forward, we’d be in the water,” Lucy points out.

“Then we need to spread out in every direction we can go 25 meters… Unless I’m wrong.”

“Don’t question it.”

“No, she would’ve fought. He wouldn’t have been able to make her go anywhere if she wasn’t willing to. We should assume that she couldn’t leave a trail after this point.”

“Then we’re back where we started?”

“Exactly.”

“Tim, what does that even mean?”

“She’s still here. They both are.”

Tim turns and yells for someone to get satellite imaging of the area and the camera footage from your car. Your body cam and police uniform shirt were discarded by the water but the cameras could tell them what happened before and during the initial attack.

“We’ll find her, Tim,” Lucy promises again.

“Thank you,” Tim whispers.

Running footsteps echo over the top of the tin deathtrap you’re in. Someone yells, and Ferguson ducks his head as he moves out of your sight.

“Tim!” you yell.

Your voice cracks, and as you prepare to yell again, Ferguson pulls the rope around your neck. It digs into your skin and compresses your windpipe. Tears begin leaking from your eyes, and after the day you’ve had, you don’t care to stop them.

“Tim, please,” you whisper.

“Welcome to the final round,” Ferguson says into your ear. 

He loosens the rope and pushes your chair forward. His foot pulls down against your hands again, pulling your shoulder muscles cruelly as they stretch to accommodate the impossible movement. You scream in agony as Ferguson pushes you past the point he stopped at previously.

“Did you stop to ask yourself what he’s thinking? Wouldn’t he have found you sooner if he cared? I’ve been out long enough that he knew, yet he let you out by yourself,” Ferguson taunts.

“You won’t win,” you say between ragged breaths.

Ferguson pulls your head to the side to hold the whittling knife against your windpipe, and the cut he made earlier pulls open. Your white shirt is stained with blood and tears, and even as your blinks slow and breathing begins to feel impossible, you trust Tim.

“The almighty Tim Bradford isn’t coming to save you. You know why? Because you’re already dead,” Ferguson says.

You force your eyes open and ignore the pain and fear to say, “So are you.”

Throwing your head backward, you ignore the sting of his knife sliding across the tender skin of your neck. Your skull hits Ferguson’s nose, and he staggers backward with a hand holding his face. Suddenly, you can’t pull a full breath into your lungs. Time has run out, and Tim isn’t here yet. You hold your breath as Ferguson stumbles behind you. He drops, and you see his hand and face are covered in blood. His chest rises and falls slowly, but you’re safe until the rest of the oxygen is used up.

“Tim,” you whisper toward the metal sheet above you.

“Wait!” Lucy calls. “The ground is hollow here.”

Tim returns to Lucy’s side and hears his footsteps echo. It sounds like there’s a metal sheeting under the dirt beneath his boots. He raises a hand to call a few officers over before someone screams. It’s muffled by the metal and earth, but it’s a clear sign of pain. Better than that, it means someone is still alive.

“Find a way in,” Tim demands quietly.

As he searches the area around the hollow spot, he wishes to hear your voice again. Not another scream, but an acknowledgement that you survived whatever caused you such agony.

"Bradford!” Janssen calls.

He waves Tim over and points to a small opening. Together, they lift the heavy steel cover away from the round hole. Another barrier of cloth and metal sheets blocks the entrance, and as Tim digs through, he wonders how much air is getting through, if any. The moment he can see inside the fortified bunker, he pulls his weapon and drops silently into the metal housing.

What was likely meant to be a storm shelter has been converted into a survivalist’s nightmare. A small corridor leads to a wider opening, and a dim light is the only sign that anyone is inside. Tim raises his guns and stays ready to shoot as he nears the opening.

“Tim,” you whisper.

Tim hears your voice and doesn’t hesitate to step into the open room and swing his gun as he clears the small, square area. Ferguson lies unconscious in the corner, and Tim can only see your back, the restraints keeping you in place, and the rope loosely wrapped around your neck and shoulders.

Your shoulders shake as you exhale slowly. When you notice that you can breathe again, you take a deep breath before letting your head fall forward.

“Tim,” you repeat, trying not to think of anything else.

Tim says your name as he holsters his gun. You sit up straight and try to turn your head to the side but are stopped by the pull of the rope and the pain in your shoulders. You hiss in pain before returning to your previous position.

“You can’t trick me, Roscoe,” you mumble.

Tim steps toward Ferguson and handcuffs him. He repeats your name as he moves into your line of sight. His hands are raised to his shoulders, though his expression is pure concern. When he sees the blood, sweat, and dirt covering you and your clothes, he has to fight not to rush to your side.

“Tim,” you say again. Your voice is louder than before but still has an untrusting quality. “Tim.”

When you start crying and lean toward Tim, he kneels before you. He reaches down carefully to use his key and remove the handcuff from your ankle. Your head rests on his shoulder as he moves, and when he sees the damage done to your ankle, the swelling, deep bruising, and handcuff-induced gash, he looks back at Ferguson.

Tim sits up slowly and raises a hand toward your face. He pushes your hair back softly and waits until your eyes meet to speak.

“I need to go get backup,” he says.

“No, no! Please don’t leave me, Tim,” you plead through your slowing tears.

You lean forward and wince when your shoulder meets its new range of motion.

“I need to get Ferguson out of here,” Tim explains. “There’s a lot of people above us waiting for me to signal.”

“Tim, please.”

“Can I yell?”

You swallow as Tim moves closer to you. He stops an inch away from you, with your knees almost touching his ribs.

“I’m not going to yell unless you say I can,” he adds.

Tim waits for your nod, then leans away from you slightly to yell for Janssen and Lucy to come in.

“Help me,” you whisper when Tim’s eyes return to you.

He sits back on his heels as he unloops the rope from around you. It’s heavy, and he sees your shoulders drop once it’s away from you. They drop unevenly, though, and he knows you need more help than he can give you.

“I’m staying with you,” Tim promises, “but I have to untie your hands.”

You shake your head quickly, and Tim moves his hands to the sides of your thighs as he agrees not to leave. He asks Lucy to free your hands and keeps his hands on you as Lucy cuts the restraints.

“Thank you,” you say.

Tim doesn’t answer before you pull your arms forward. With them free, you don’t hesitate to raise them and wrap them around his shoulders. It hurts, and you sob as you fall forward and cling to Tim. He welcomes your touch and wraps his arms around your waist, but he doesn’t touch you, too mindful of how injured you are and where those unseen injuries are.

“I knew you’d come,” you say through your tears.

Tim looks over your shoulder as Janssen and a few other officers carry Ferguson to the opening. He should call an EMT to meet you here, but he can’t let you go yet. His grip tightens around your waist without thinking. When your only reaction is relaxing against him, Tim holds you as tightly as he needs to. Your tears are drying, and you turn your face toward Tim’s neck to speak.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t leave more clues,” you begin. “But I knew you didn’t need them.”

“The paper was smart,” Tim replies. “And I will always find you.”

“He wanted to lure you down here and trick you into killing me. Every time I called out for you he reminded me that we would both die.”

Tim exhales deeply, unsure how to tell you he knows you and he’d never make that mistake. He sits back, twisting you so that he’s holding you against his chest rather than letting you support your own weight.

“It hurts,” you say softly.

“Can you get out of here? Go up the ladder?” he asks.

“There’s a ladder?”

Tim’s brows furrow at your question. How did Ferguson get you down here if you weren’t conscious when you came in? He shakes his head; the detectives (and Tim) will look into the details of your abduction later. For now, your safety is the priority.

“Can you climb out?” Tim asks.

“Not without help,” you answer. “I don’t think I can walk.”

Tim looks at your ankle again, and his eyes catch on the fresh blood pooling against your collarbone. He leans closer to you to find the source. When he sees the cut across the front of your neck, he knows you need help sooner rather than later.

“Hold on,” he instructs you.

“I- I can’t move my shoulder.”

Tim lays you against the metal floor and looks at your left shoulder. It’s out of its socket, but Tim can’t risk pushing it back in without knowing if your muscles or ligaments are still intact.

“Please just get me out of here.”

Tim nods and turns around so your hips are beside his shoulders. He leans down and pulls your legs over his shoulder rather than your arms. With one hand pressing your shoulder to your side, Tim stands and pulls you up in a modified fireman’s carry. You stifle the yell that tries to escape, and Tim’s heart breaks when he hears it. He spent so much time fighting, desperate to find you, that he didn’t consider how different things would be when he did.

With the help of Janssen, Nolan, and Lucy, Tim gets you back above ground. He collapses to the ground but makes sure you’re set down with care. You reach out for him immediately, and Tim pulls your chest to his again. The paramedics are close, but until they arrive, Tim will hold you like he never has.

“I’m so sorry,” Tim whispers.

“You found me,” you reply. “You found me.”

Your right hand squeezes Tim’s shirt in your hand as you hold onto him. You didn’t doubt him for a second. Being in his arms gives you the safety and comfort you need to fall apart because you know he’ll hold you together.

“I know what it means,” you say. “Or I think I do. B-Y-L-I; it’s backwards, right?”

Tim nods against you, and you smile through your tears. The paramedics arrive, and you’re carefully removed from Tim’s grasp, though his hand stays in yours. You’re not sure you’ll ever be able to let go, but Tim has already made a new promise, and he won’t leave your side until he’s forced to.

“Where’s Kojo?” you ask as Tim leads you into his house.

“He’s staying with Lucy tonight. He gets excited when he sees you and I didn’t want him to hurt you,” Tim answers.

He guides you to the couch and sits beside you after placing your things in his guest bedroom. Tim refused to let you return to your apartment alone after being discharged from the hospital, and you didn’t need much convincing to stay with him while you heal.

You lean your head against Tim’s shoulder, careful not to jostle your shoulder in its sling. He moves his arm to welcome you closer and tilts his head to rest beside yours.

“It’s I love you backward, right?”

Tim looks down at your hand, surprised to see your fortune in it. He takes it from you and flips it to see his handwriting. He nods and sits up straight. When you turn toward Tim, he wipes under your eyes as if he can still see the tears you cried when he saved you. Your skin is littered with scars and reminders of what Ferguson did to you, but Tim still seems to only see you underneath all of it.

“It’s I love you, Bradford,” he answers. “Whether you wanted that to mean ‘from Bradford’ or something else.”

“I begged for you to save me while I was down there with him.”

“I’m-“

“Don’t apologize. I just- I need you to know I trust you that much because I know you love me. I’ve known for a long time. But I also knew that even if you didn’t find me in time, I would die loving you. And life was worth living because you were in it.”

Tim’s hands rise out of his lap before freezing. He looks down at your neck and back to your eyes before smiling. His eyes look misty, but you know yours are, too, so you decide not to tease him about it this one time.

“I don’t know where I’m supposed to put my hands to kiss you,” he mumbles.

You hold his shoulder as you lean in and kiss him. His hands raise to your waist without thought, and other than the soreness of using your obliques to search for Tim while tied in place, it’s a painless touch. Tim moves slowly and intentionally as he kisses you, reminding you of everything he said and did, even what you weren’t present for.

“I love you, Tim Bradford,” you say against his lips.

“I love you. I will always love you, and I will never lose you again.”

Tim slides the fortune into your pocket as he kisses you again, and every pain and fear you faced disappears because you know Tim will always find you and make you whole.

[sykosugu]

on the run | three

♤ summary: she's an infamous bank robber, and he's the only detective that's been able to get close to her. he was never apart of her plans. but he's got his clutches in her and she can't let go.a geto suguru au

♢ warnings: this story will contain descriptions of violence, destructive behavior, toxic behavior, illegal activities, sexual content, death. use of weapons. forbidden romance

♧ aw: smut, multiple positions, oral m & f receiving, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, there's probably more, if I missed any let me know

♡ currently: completed

♤ taglist: closed

♢ wc: 5k

♧ carlile speaks: hi my babies! I'm just on a roll lately! don't get used to it though lol. the inspiration comes in waves sometimes. I hope you all enjoy the next installment of Ruby & Suguru's story. should be one or two more parts left for them! make sure you check out Melodies of Passion if you're more of a Satoru girlie!

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“What are you doing here?” the words rush out of you before you even comprehend who you’re looking at.

“That’s not the reaction I was hoping for, Ru,” Suguru chuckles at your response.

“Get in here,” you pull him inside, swiftly shutting the door. “Now, what are you doing here? Do you know how much trouble I could be in now?” You glance through the peephole down the hallway. “How did you even know I was here?” 

Suguru just watches as you frantically spit out questions, looking through the peephole. He didn't notice it at first, but now he sees the 9mm luger wedged into your grip. Notices the dark circles under your eyes, alongside the bruise that's forming on your cheek. “Ru, what’s going on? Why are you so panicked?” Then he really notices the short sleep dress he’s missed seeing you in. Missed taking you out of.

“What do you mean why? I have a gang leader looking for me. I was attacked today, and now you’re here when you weren't supposed to follow me. Why. Are. You. Here?” the words leaving you sound more accusatory than anything.

“Can you please calm down for me?” He wraps his arms around your shoulders, pushing your face into his chest. 

“Calm down? I can’t calm down. I’m so scared, Sugu. I’ve never been this scared,” you sob into his chest.

“I know you’re scared. I’m sorry,” he tries soothing you; smoothing his hands up and down your back. “We’ll figure something out,” he tucks your head under his chin. “I promise.” 

Another promise he can’t keep.

“How did you find me?” you ask, turning your head up at him to look into his eyes. 

“Satoru would normally go for the penthouse whenever he stays in a hotel for a long period of time. When he said it was already booked by an unknown VIP I knew it had to be you.”

“I have to change locations soon,” you admit to him, pulling yourself from his embrace, walking further into the suite. Suguru follows.

“What do you mean?” he asks, pulling you to sit with him on the couch, your legs across his lap as he massages your legs and feet.

“I’m running out of banks in this area. I’ve already exasperated–ooh, that spot kinda hurts–all of the surrounding cities, so it’s time to move on. Maybe it’ll throw the people on my trail off, too,” he offers a weak smile as an apology for hitting the tender spot and quickly slides his hands to a different spot; gauging your reaction before speaking again.

“You said you were attacked today? So that was your blood on the stairs?” his tone a mixture of worried and angry, but his touch doesn't reflect it; his fingers nimbly releasing the tension buried beneath your skin.

You nod, tears welling in your eyes. “I thought it was going to be you when I felt someone grab me,” wincing again when he gets near your knee, so he moves further up your thigh.

“I wish it was me. Seeing you like this is breaking my heart more than..the day you left,” his voice grew quiet with the last few words.

“I'm sorry, It was the only way. I wasn't going to be a prisoner in that hotel room,” reaching up, you run one of your hands through his hair, really taking a look at his face; at his dark and sunken eyes, the look of sadness behind them. He looks like he hasn’t slept since you last saw him over a month ago.

Suguru nods, “Satoru is staying in this hotel too, you know,” he offers you a light laugh.

“Great, another reason for me to leave,” you stand from the couch, going back to tossing your various items into your bag, but he's right behind you, snaking his arms around you as you turn into his hold again.

“I don't want you to leave,” he sighs, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Come with me,” you reach up, grasping the sides of his face gingerly in your hold, a hopeful smile on your face.

“Wh–I can’t just drop everything and go with you,” he claims, pulling his head back, making your stomach, and face drop. He literally went against the force for almost a year, hopping from hotel to hotel with you while you continued on with your scores; but now he has reservations? 

He doesn’t, he’s just teasing you.

He was quite literally sleeping with the enemy already.

But so were you.

“You could, if you really cared about us like you say you do,” you force yourself out of his hold, going back to your bag on the edge of the bed. “I’m making one stop to ask an old friend for help before I make my exit, and I'll never be in this country again. I need you to understand that, Sugu.”

“I need you to understand that I’m an officer of the law,” he teases some more, pulling you back into his arms.

“Suguru,” leaves your lips in the form of a whine.

“Okay–I tried–Of course I’ll go with you," He offers a kiss to your forehead, “I'd follow you to the ends of the earth; if you’d..just..let me.” he lightly jabs at you for leaving him hanging a month ago. 

“I’d let you do anything.”

“Anything?” he smirks down at you, trailing his hands down to your hips; giving them a firm squeeze. 

“Anything, detective,” your arms dangle off his shoulders as you smile up at him.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he whispers against your lips

“So much,” you whisper back. He covers your lips with his; deftly invading your mouth with his tongue. You have no idea how badly he’s been wanting to just feel your skin beneath his fingertips. Speaking of, too many clothes. He starts sliding your little black sleep dress up your thighs and bunching it at your hips as he massages the plump flesh of your ass. Moving his lips down to place open mouth kisses all along your jawline, leaving little bites in his wake as he makes his way south.

“Wait,” you breathe out, scared of continuing before telling him the truth. “Sugu, wait, please,” you struggle to catch your breath, “I have to–tell you something,” he continues pressing kisses along your throat; breathing in your scent with each pass of his lips. Your hands find his, attempting to pull your nightgown back down.

“Okay,” he smiles against your skin, “What's bothering you, Ru?” turning in his hold to look at him in the eye, seeing just how much he feels for you behind them. “Hm?” he offers you that boyish grin and you’re immediately terrified to tell him what’s been weighing on your heart since you’d asked him why he called you Ru. 

“Come sit,” you pat the seat on the couch next to you. He eyes you warily from his standing position. “Please?” and he’s on the move, immediately sliding in the spot next to you and grabbing your feet once again to place them in his lap.

“What’s on your mind, Ru?”

“I have to come clean about something before we continue anything, and before you make a final decision about leaving with me.”

“You’re not pregnant are you?” his face pales at the thought.

“Oh god, no. Absolutely not,” you wave your hand in the air, lightly chuckling at the idea of being a mom. “Jeez, could you imagine? Throwing a baby into my world? Not the best idea, Sugu,” he laughs at your response, silently thanking the heavens.

“Then what’s bothering you, baby? You know I’m coming with you, no matter what.”

“You might change your mind after i tell you this,” you whisper, pulling your feet from his hold and up to your chest. 

“Look at me,” he places a hand on your shoulder, beckoning you to look at his face, but you shake your head, “Ru, look at me,” you do, “There is nothing you could tell me that would make me want to leave you behind. I lov–”

“Don’t say that!” you interrupt him, catching him off guard. “You can’t,” you stand from the couch, pacing back and forth, really panicking Suguru as he sits before you.

“Hey, hey. Calm down, baby,” there's that name again, “You’re fine, just come sit with me and tell me what’s going on, okay?” He reaches out to you, grasping your hand in his and pulling you to straddle his lap. He places your hands on his shoulders before grasping your chin to look into your eyes. “Now, tell me what’s wrong. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’m afraid of how you’ll look at me after i tell you,” tears welling in your eyes, your bottom lip wobbling as you speak.

“There’s not anything you can tell me that would make me look at you any different,” he attempts to soothe you.

“That can’t be true,” you pull from his hold, rounding the couch and leaning against the back end, staring at yourself in the wall mirror across from you. Taking in your weepy appearance. Your already puffed red cheeks, mostly from the swelling of getting socked in the face.

“You’ll just have to trust me.” he says from behind you. You watch him stand, turning to face you and making eye contact with you in the mirror.

Trust? Are you kidding me right now?

“I do trust you, but you shouldn't trust me.” you turn to face him, the couch between you.

“How could I not trust you?”

“Beca–Because I’ve been lying to you. From the beginning,” you watch his face drop. “I was using you for protection,” falls from your lips in the form of a whisper.

“Hm,” he hums, more to himself than to you. “I thought we were both on the same page,” he moves to walk up behind you, placing his hands on your hips. “You think I didn't know that?” he whispers in your ear. “You think I didn’t see the change on your face when I told you that you completed me?” his hands sliding to your front; rubbing up and down the expanse of your abdomen, reveling in the silky material of your nightgown under his touch. “I’ll play along and forgive you,” his breath tickles the shell of your ear. “But you’ll have to forgive me for lying to you, too,” his hands slip underneath the hem of your nightgown, fingertips sliding along your thighs.

“W-what?” you breathe out, placing your hands on the back of the couch to brace yourself. Lying to you? About what?

“The first time we met wasn't the first time I'd seen you.” He states, pressing his lips to your shoulder, watching as you turn around at his words, ready for whatever you’re about to say.

“What do you mean?” falls from your lips. Suguru spins you in his hold, keeping you held firmly against his front as he speaks.

“I had seen you many times before. I’d seen you for the first time a few months into my investigation,” you almost don’t believe the words that are coming from his mouth, “But I'd gotten word of the hit placed on your head and it terrified me. I’d entrusted myself with your safety and made a plan to keep an eye on you from afar,” you almost don’t believe his words. “I fell in love with you before I ever actually met you.” he admits. “I’ve been in love with you ever since I saw you for the first time. So if you don’t think I noticed, I'm wounded.”

“How is that even fair?” you questioned. “You got to see me before I got to see you?”

“That’s what you want to focus on? I just told you that I’m in love with you, Ru.”

“Yeah, I got that. But you were following me for that long? How did I not notice you? I notice everything” 

“Ruby.” he chuckles at your dismissiveness of his admission.

“How is it fair that you got to follow me when I had no idea?” you’re babbling to yourself at this point. 

“Y/N.” he breathes, taking your face into his hands and kisses you deeply. “I’m in love with you,” he pulls away, smiling down at you. Taking in the look of shock and happiness on your face.

“I–I’m in love with you too.. Detective Geto.” and you're kissing him again. “Wait, so we both lied to each other?”

“Mhm.” he moans against your mouth, reveling in the taste of your lips.

“Should we talk about it some more?” you manage to breathe out, before he’s chasing your lips with his; like he's afraid you’re gonna disappear again. 

“What do you think?” he spins the two of you so he's leaning against the back of the couch.

“Think I’d rather show you how sorry I am than tell you,” you whisper as you sink to your knees in front of him, your hands trailing down his torso at an agonizingly slow speed. His heartbeat races, you can feel it speed up under your touch.

“God, I love you so much,” he breathes into the air, tilting his head back as he leans further back on the edge of the couch, “so much,” he sucks a breath in, feeling you pull his jeans open and zipper down.

“Mm, what do you love about me, Detective?” you whisper, pulling his cock from the confines of his briefs, pressing a kiss to his tip before taking him into your mouth.

“For starters, that mouth works wonders,” he swipes his tongue over his bottom lip, taking in the sight beneath him. He could cum down your throat here and now. His hands tangle in your hair; not to guide you but to ground himself. 

“Keep going, Sugu,” you pull off for a second, “Or I stop,” blowing a puff of air onto his tip, you make him shudder under your touch. Swirling your tongue up the underside of his shaft before taking him into your mouth once again.

“A-And you’re unbelievably brilliant, and cunning,” his breath becomes shaky, “Such a smart girl,” he moans at the sight of your free hand sliding down between your own legs to swipe over your fingers over your clit. “And God, you’re so beautiful.”

Feeling you pull him as far into your throat as you possibly can, until he jerks his hips slightly making you gag; he grins at the sight yet moans at the feeling, holding you in place. He feels you tap his leg, so he releases his hold. “Just for that, now it’s my turn,” you state, standing from your spot on the floor, and attaching your lips to his.

“I think that’s fair,” Suguru grabs ahold of your hips, spinning the two of you around to switch places. “Gonna apologize to you so good,” he says, taking his spot on the floor, your hand finding the top of his head, holding him back from your core. 

“Beg.”

“Ruby,” he warns.

“Beg for me, Detective,” you smile salaciously down at him, your fingers tangling in his hair to angle his face up at you. “Or I'll get myself off.”

 There’s a sadistic glint in his eyes as he starts to speak.

“Please, Ru.”

“You can do better than that,” you tighten the grip on his head, suguru grunts in response. 

“Please, baby, need to taste you so bad. Missed you so much.” 

“Yeah? How bad did you miss me?” you’re teasing him, pulling his head towards where he wants to touch you most, but when he gets close enough for his lips to brush your cunt, you yank him back by his hair, making him wince.

“Slept with one of the shirts you decorated for me,” he pants desperately, “was the only way to feel close to you.”

“Hmm, aren't you sweet,” you gleam, “guess you can have your reward.” you let go of his head and he surges forward. Lapping his tongue in and out of your folds, relishing in the taste of you on his tongue. 

He remembers every spot to reach with his fingers, sliding two of them inside and immediately making your knees buckle. His other hand, kneading the flesh of your ass as he eats you as if he’s having his last meal on death row. “Fuck, Sugu, right there,” you moan as his fingers pass over your sweet spot curled inside of you. Feeling his mouth grin against you, he hums against the skin making you jump. Nimble fingers find their way into his silky black hair once again, keeping yourself grounded. His tongue always has a way of putting you on cloud nine. 

The sheen layer of sweat that covers your body gives you the glowing effect; he pulls the best out of you, figuratively and literally. 

“I know what you like, don’t worry, Ru,” he gloats from below, digging back in. One pass after another after another over the spongy spot that makes your eyes cross and he’s got you at the peak already. “Beg,” he stops his ministrations.

“W-what? No, keep–keep going, Sugu,”

“Your turn to beg for it,” his eyes darken even more, if that’s even possible. He keeps up a steady pace on your clit, but nothing more. Enough to keep you on the edge, but not enough to send you over. 

“F-fuck you, Sugu, shit,”

“That doesn’t sound like begging,” he grins, dipping a finger inside, before sliding it back out,

“Hgn–Suguru–please, baby please,” leaves you breathlessly. 

“Getting closer,”

“Please–Sugu, I’m sorry,--love you so much, baby–please, let me cum–please!

“Cum all over my tongue, baby.” and you do. Releasing the pent up aggression, tension, fear; all of the emotions you’d been shoving down the last month comes pouring out of you; literally. “There she is, such a pretty girl,” he coos at you, licking up the mess you left behind.

“Fuck, Sugu, you’re so good at that,” he stands while youre talking, lifting you off the edge of the couch with your legs wrapped around his hips and making his way with you to the bedroom of the suite. 

You wake a few hours later to an empty bed. “Sugu?” you call out, sheets clutched to your chest. Suguru emerges from the bathroom at your call, a finger to his lips and his phone to his ear. 

“Sorry, Satoru, i just needed to step out and get a drink. Wanted to clear my head.” the silence in between his moments to speak were almost deafening. “Nah, I’ll be on my way back here soon, no need to send a brigade after me.” Its nice when you can just forget what Suguru is at the end of the day, but after all he is a cop. “Yeah, I’ll just meet you at the room in the morning. Sounds good, Satoru. See you in the morning, then.”

“I wish you weren't a cop,”

“Well, I won't be here before too long,” he chuckles.

“I know,” you cuddle into him. “I can’t wait to live this life with you,” whispers leave your lips against his chest. “The life we dreamed of.”

“I can't wait either,” he pulls your lips to his. “Gonna give you everything you deserve.”

“Yeah? That a promise, Detective?”

“Mhm. Pretty soon you won’t be able to call me that anymore,” he grins, flipping the two of you over so he's hovering over you.

“You’ll always be my Detective Geto,” you press a kiss to his lips, pulling him down by the nape of his neck. 

Sliding one of your legs around his hip, his hand comes to caress the exposed area; his calloused hands roam around your soft skin, relishing every dip and curve. Suguru realizes he’s dreamed this moment so many times across the time he spent without you, and he cant bare the thought of having to do that again. He never wants to let you out of his sight. He’ll go to war over you; he’s sure of that. 

“My beautiful girl,” he attaches his lips to your neck, “All mine,” Suguru growls against the skin.

“Y-yours, Sugu. All yours,” he lowers his weight onto you, covering your lips with his in the process.

“We have to make a plan though,” he says before kissing you again, angling his hips to slowly push himself inside of you. Inch by tantalizing inch, the stretch still makes your eyes cross even after your earlier escapades.

“I already–ngh fuck–have one.”

“Mm, does it include me?” His thrusts are slow and languid, keeping you on your toes; never faltering.

“It does now,” you moan out, not wanting to spend another minute away from him, though you know he’ll have to leave for a while in the morning to speak with Satoru.

“How does it go then?”

“I’m going to an old friend for help, and now you’ll be there with me. We’ll get–haah, Suguuu, right there–get our help and leave the country,” his tip grazes over your sweet spot repeatedly, making your legs tremble. You hook your feet around his hips, attempting to pull him even closer to you. He grins at your attempt, taking the hint to speed up just a little bit.

“Who’s this friend?” his tone feigning jealousy.

“You’ll have to wait and see,” you smirk up at him, swiping the hair that fell from his bun out of his eyes. “Such pretty eyes you have, Sugu,”

“Now you’re just trying to seduce me,” he mirrors your words back at him from the first time you slept together. You grin up at him as you flip the two of you over, him still inside of you.

“What gave you that idea?” you plant your knees into the mattress and hook your feet over his thighs as you bounce yourself on his length.

“Oh fuck, baby,” he bites down on two of his fingers to keep himself quiet as he plants the other hand on your hip. You’re not having any of that though, pulling his hand from his mouth.

“Nuh uh, wanna hear how good I’m making you feel, Detective,”

“Y-yeah? Wanna hear me be a mess for you?”

“Mhm.”

“Fuck, Ru. Don’t stop, such a pretty little thing, bouncing on her cock,” he smiles at you, relishing in the feeling of your cunt enveloping his cock over and over again; your warm gummy walls sucking him in with ease.

“M-mine,” you moan, leaning forward, kissing him deeply.

“Yours,” he grins against your lips. “Love you so much, baby. Feel so fucking good sucking me in like that,” both of his hands are on your hips, guiding you up and down his length. 

“G-getting tired,” you moan out.

“Aw, need Detective Geto’s help, Ru? Hm?” you nod your head fervently at his question, making him chuckle. He plants his feet into the mattress, his arms pulling you flush against his front as he lays on his back; snaking them around your shoulders to keep you in place against his chest as he pounds into you from below. He successfully turned you into the moaning mess without even trying. “Just needed a little help?”

“Mhm,” you whine into his chest, nails digging into his pecs making him hiss.

“Gonna cum baby? Can feel you squeezing me,” Suguru pants into your hair.

“Uhuh, uhuh. G’na cum, sugu.”

“You better cum all over your cock then. C’mon and soak me, baby,” he keeps up his pace as he feels you fall apart against him. Cries of his name fall from your lips like a mantra, over and over again. You call for him as if he can solve all of the world's problems. At least, you think he could with the way he makes you feel. He could end world hunger, solve climate change and world peace all in one day if he can make you cum like that. At least that’s what the dopamine tells you he could do. He’s working himself up now that he’s felt you start to come down, “Wh-where do you want my cum, baby?”

“In-inside, please,” whines leave your spit slicked lips. Suguru flips the two of you over again, flipping you again so you were on your tummy before he entered you again, making you hiss at the new angle. He’s reaching deeper spots at this point; making your eyes cross. He reaches over to your night stand, grabbing the Chanel box from your shopping trip earlier this week. He takes the ribbon from around the outside, and begins tying your hands behind your back.

“You are under arrest, Ruby,” he smirks into your shoulder, biting down onto the skin; lulling his tongue over the raised surface.

“On what grounds?” you chuckle into the mattress.

“For stealing my heart,” he places a kiss between your shoulder blades before picking up the pace of his hips again. “Do you have any intent on giving it back?” he asks.

“No–nope, it’s m-mine now.” you moan out, voice muffled by the comforter.

“Keep it, it does better with you anyways.” he’s pistoning his hips into yours. “Gonna cum,” he warns.

“Cum inside your pussy, Suguru, all yours.”

The following morning, Suguru stands at the kitchen counter in the suite, pulling himself together to meet Satoru back at his hotel room, knowing fully Satoru is somewhere in the hotel he’s standing in right now.

“So, lets run over the plan one more time,” he says, wanting to audibly hear the plan again to run over it in his head.

“You’re going to Satoru, telling him you’re asking to be taken off the case because you’re feeling defeated. And you have your own plans of dealing with however he takes that news?”

“Mhm. If he’s angry, I talk him down. If he’s agreeable, then that works out even better,” his hands snake around your waist, pulling you to him.

“And I’ll wait here for you until we go to see my friend.” you place a kiss on his nose, making him grin down at you.

“Sounds like a plan to me, my Ru.” he kisses your lips. “Now, keep this this time just in case,” he slips your old burner phone into your hand as he pulls himself from your hold. 

“Yes, detective.”

Suguru kisses you one more time before he’s out the door. He makes his way down stairs and through the lobby before his cell phone rings. It’s Satoru.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Suguru breathes into the phone, continuing on his way to his car in the parking lot.

“Hey, where are you?” Satoru asks.

“At the hotel, I am actually heading to get some coffee right now. Are you on your way? I’ll get you something too.”

Satoru was indeed on his way. He’s sitting in his car right now, watching Suguru stand near his own car as he lies to his friend on the phone.

“Nah, I haven’t even left my room yet,” Satoru lies. “Getting ready to. I’ll take a large coffee with two cream and one sugar though,” he chuckles. “I just wanted to make sure you were awake.”

“Ah, yeah man. I’m awake, but I need some coffee before I get on with today.” he opens his car door, taking a seat.

“We got a lead to look into?” Satoru tries pressing for information.

“Something like that,” Suguru sighs. “I’ll explain more when I see you.”

“I see you right now,” Satoru wants to say, but he’ll leave that for later. “Alright, man. I’ll see you at your spot then. 

“Yeah, see you soon,” and they hang up. Suguru releases a breath he wasn't aware he was holding, and starts his car. Now having to stop and get coffee.

Suguru knows Satoru isn’t stupid. He’s known that Satoru has had an inkling for a while now. Especially after seeing the shirt with your lipstick prints, and then Suguru noticing him studying the lipstick evidence samples a little too closely the next day. Suguru knows.

Once he arrives at the hotel, Satoru is already there, waiting.

“Hey, here’s the coffee.”

“Cut the crap, what’s going on?” Satoru snatches the cup from Suguru’s hand.

“What do you mean?” he’s gotta play along.

“I know you weren't here this morning, you were at the Hilton. What were you doing there?”

“I was with a woman,” he partially tells the truth. Always the cop, tell half truths so they can't get you for lying.

“What woman?” Satoru presses.

“A woman I met, does it matter?” It hurts his heart to call you just a woman. You’re so much more.

“No, I suppose it doesn’t, but why did you lie to me this morning?”

“Because it isn't totally appropriate to have a one night stand when you’re supposed to be working a case, Gojo.”

“Woah, no need for last names, Geto. No need to get defensive either, I was just asking.”

“I’m quitting the case,” suguru blurts out.

“W-what? You’re leaving me to work on this alone?”

“I did it alone for two years.”

“Yeah, and you actually got close to her in those two years.” Close. The word makes suguru smirk to himself, and satoru notices. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, I’m just tired of feeling..defeated by this girl. We’re going to be closing in on three years of chasing this girl and for what? All she has done is make us look foolish.”

“You’re right, but you’re not one to give up, Suguru.”

“Yeah, well things change, Satoru. I need a break from all of this.” he says, picking up his duffle bag. I can help you gather all of this evidence if you’d like to work out of your hotel room now.

“Y-yeah. I’ll take the help.”

Suguru keeps catching Satoru staring at him, but he’s gotta keep up the front. He’s gotta act sad and defeated instead of happy and elated to finally get a chance at his life with you that you two had planned. You're not even sure where you’re going yet, but as long as you're together that’s all either of you care about. 

And Satoru has to keep up the front of not knowing Suguru is lying.

Meanwhile, you’re waiting in the hotel room for Suguru, gathering all of your items together before the two of you make your hasty exit. You're happily waiting at the kitchen island when the door swings open. 

But it's not Suguru who steps into the room.

It’s Sukuna.

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[mrdixon]

Mirrors

pairing: daryl dixon x gn!reader

wc: 4.9k ...

warnings: insecurity, slight swearing pshhh

summary: after a moment of jealousy, you start to doubt yourself.

A/N: i honestly didnt mean to write this so long and i hope its not so boring................ my requests are always open if you wanna read something specific ;) ★

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You’ve been dating Daryl since the prison so you know how he isn’t overly affectionate which you’re alright with, you understand that that’s just how he is. Plus it’s not like he isn’t ever affectionate with you, there’s a few kisses here and there, a few longing glances.

Recently though, Daryl has been working a lot so you two barely have any time for each other. Not that it’s a problem he’s working, you’re glad he’s working hard everyday to keep you and everyone safe. The only thing that’s driving you crazy is how often he works with this one girl, Mimi. You’re not blind to the fact that Daryl was in fact very popular, with the ladies specifically. You first noticed it in the prison. And you were okay with it… for the most part.

You weren’t surprised when Mimi first approached him on a run, noticing the way she looked at him. You once looked at him like that when you first met him. You thought nothing of it at first because you tried to make yourself very much known as Daryl’s partner, but it didn’t stop Mimi from trying to pursue him. You were jealous. Jealous of the fact that this girl was spending more time with your boyfriend than you yourself, but you couldn’t do anything. You didn’t do many supply runs, she did. So it was natural for Daryl and her to end up on the same run all the time. You couldn’t even tell Daryl not to spend so much time with her because what would that make you? Insecure? Controlling? Jealous? You didn’t want to admit it. You couldn’t.

So for weeks you watched as they got closer, noticing the way she stood so close to him. Helping him wipe grime off his face the way you did back at the prison, brushing her shoulder against his as they walked. You noticed every little thing from where you were watching them in the comfort of your shared home with Daryl.

When she was walking him home to you, you couldn’t help but watch them again. You noticed how pretty she was, and of course she was. You couldn’t but admire her long glowy hair, it looked so soft. You tucked your hair behind your ear, noticing how dull it looked and how rough it felt from it being used to being caked in dirt. She probably never had that problem having lived in Alexandria during the whole apocalypse. You noticed how soft her features were, never once having a scratch or scar unlike you. Despite being on runs all the time she still glowed in the sun, even with dirt or walker blood on her she never once looked disgusting. Her pretty smile turning heads everywhere she walked. What if Daryl was to fall for her? Be wooed by her beauty and wonderful personality? Or better yet, what if he already had?

Before the two even reached the front door you were already outside, smiling slightly as Daryl’s gaze fell on you, his eyes brightening a little. “Hey (Y/N).” He nodded to you while Mimi walked up beside him, her shoulder flush against his as she gave you her signature smile. You swallowed, smiling back.

“You hungry? I cooked up some of that alphabet soup you brought home the other day.” You said to Daryl, staring down at your feet.

“Nah, jus’ ate some of Mimi’s apple pie.” He drawled. Your lips pressed into a thin line as you nodded, walking back towards the house.

“Okaaay… well I’ll just eat the rest then.” You muttered before disappearing into the house, plopping down onto your seat at the table. Taking his share of the soup you looked outside, Daryl and Mimi were still talking. You sighed, trying to hear their conversation but it was way too soft and quiet. Your finger found its way to your mouth, nibbling it gently. You wondered what could they possibly be talking about? Daryl barely talks usually so how is he being so talkative with her? You sighed, shaking your head to rid your thoughts as you ate the soup. You looked back over at them, frowning as you watched her put her hand on his shoulder, running it down his arm and discreetly checking out his muscles. You groaned, not being able to take anymore of the scene. Standing up you went to put the soup away before going upstairs and into your shared room.

You walked into your room, sitting on your bed and grabbing your notebook. You started absentmindedly doodling shapes into the pages, your thoughts moving back to Daryl and Mimi and you couldn’t shake the feeling of jealousy coursing through your body. You tried so hard to shove those dumb feelings down but a tear slipped down your cheek. Wiping it angrily you couldn’t help but think. Why was he more talkative with her? What if he was gonna leave you for her? Or even worse, what if he had already cheated? A few more tears slipped down your cheeks but you frustratingly wiped them away, standing up towards the mirror placed towards your side of the bed.

Sighing, you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your hair on the shorter side, unlike Mimi’s. Didn’t Daryl like long hair? You ran your fingers through your hair, getting caught in tangles here and there which made you more frustrated than you already were and biting your finger. You bet she didn’t have a problem with tangled hair, or the fact that her hair still looked good even in a world where you had to get dirty to live.

Your eyes stared back at you in the mirror, dull and empty, full of those sickening memories you had to endured over the past few months. Mimi’s definitely weren’t like that, her eyes shined. Hell they probably glowed when the sun hit them. She was beautiful, in every way. Why is Daryl even with me? You thought helplessly.

You continued to stare at yourself, mentally nitpicking yourself and your flaws. Not noticing Daryl was standing at the door.

He watched you through the mirror, his heart swelling at the sight of you. You were so beautiful, but he noticed how miserable you looked. He knew something was bothering you so he entered the room quietly, standing beside you. “Hey,” he said softly. A frown on his face as he noticed your teary eyes, “everythin’ okay?”

You looked up at him after wiping your eyes quickly, flashing him a half-smile. “Yeah I’m fine,” you responded quietly, your voice slightly shaky. He kept frowning when you avoided his gaze.

He took notice of how your voice shook, your eyes slightly red. “(Y/N), what’s wrong?” He whispered, placing a hand on your chin and tilting your face up so you would look at him.

“Nothing,” you murmured, looking away. Your eyes caught yourself in the mirror again, quickly averting your gaze.

“Sweetheart,” he frowned, trying to get your attention. “There’s somethin’ bothering ya, isn’t there?” You couldn’t help but notice how gentle he sounded, how soft he was being with you. “C’mon, you can tell me,” he urged.

You gave another half-smile, shaking your head. “No, no it’s nothing.”

“Hun, look at me. You know you can tell me anythin’,” he softly spoke. His hand caressed your cheek gently, carefully. His blue eyes stared at you intently and you got lost in his eyes for a moment. Taking a deep breath and looking away.

“Please,” he whispered. “Tell me what’s goin’ on.” His voice was so gentle yet it left you with a sharp pang in your heart.

You shook your head once again, closing your eyes. You didn’t want him to know, you didn’t want him to see you so weak. So vulnerable.

“It’s nothing Daryl, I’m just tired.” You moved away.

“Well I don’t believe ya,” he said quietly, following you. “I know ya more than enough to know somethin’ is wrong.” You could hear him sigh at your silence, his hands placing themselves on your waist. “Why don’ we take a bath?” He offered, smiling playfully at you, “ya can rest against me in the hot bath.” His eyes pleaded as if telling her, ”Just tell me what’s on your mind.”

You pushed away again, shaking your head. “It’s fine, I promise.” You dismissed him.

“(Y/N), please,” he urged. “Yer clearly not fine and I’m worried about you.” He nibbled on his lip, stepping in your way to try and get you to listen.

You shook your head, making your way towards the closet. “Go take a bath yourself.”

Daryl watched helplessly as you walked away from him, finding his own way into the bathroom and closing the door behind him. He felt upset and frustrated, mostly with himself with how he couldn’t think of words to try and convince you to talk. He wanted to walk right out and try to make her open up, but he knew that would only make things worse.

He sighed as he slowly undressed for a shower, his mind racing with possibilities of what could be bothering her. He only wished for her to trust him enough to tell him what was wrong.

Daryl finished his very much needed shower, feeling more relaxed as he walked back into their room. His eyes trailed over your sleeping figure, your back to him. He smiled softly as he watched you from behind, your body rising and falling with every soft breath you took. His smile quickly dropped when he looked up at the mirror in front of you, covered with a blanket.

He frowned to himself, placing his towel down and moving towards the mirror. He turned back to you, your eyes closed. They were avoiding looking at themselves earlier… He thought before turning back to the blanket covered mirror, slowly lifting the blanket off and taking in his reflection. He looked tired, but he got distracted by the beauty sleeping in his bed behind him. You face soft and relaxed, unlike earlier when it was strained with an emotion that he couldn’t quite pick out. You always looked beautiful to him, he loved everything about you. The scars on your face and body only showing how brave you were, how hard you fought to keep yourself alive through this whole apocalypse. The way your lips were parted, letting out soft breaths of air. Those same lips are the ones that kissed over his skin in the morning, the ones he loved to kiss with every emotion he could muster up.

He walked over to his side of the bed, carefully climbing under the covers to not wake you. He draped an arm over your waist. He looked at the mirror in front of you, noticing your eyes were open and you sighed. Turning over to face him, your eyes closed and acting like you were asleep.

He frowned at your stubbornness, you were a strong person. He knew that, but there was something clearly bothering you, something you wouldn’t speak out loud. He had never seen you like this before, he didn’t know what to do.

He looked down at your “sleeping” face, trailing down your body. You looked beautiful, always, even in your sleep. Your hair spread out around you and your face was lit up by the light of the moon, highlighting the small features only he knew of. He sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as he caressed your cheek softly.

“Daryl?” You whispered, your eyes still shut as you grabbed his hand.

His heart skipped a beat hearing you whisper his name in that soft voice he loved to hear. “What’s wrong?” He whispered back, looking over your face and admiring the way the moonlight fell across your face.

You turned your head back towards the mirror, quickly looking away once you saw yourself. “Why’d you take the blanket off?”

He watched you shyly look away from your reflection, his brows furrowing in confusion on why you didn’t want to see yourself. It wasn’t like you and it worried him.

“I wanted to see you,” he whispered, stroking your hair gently. His voice was soft, looking you over again with all the love he gathered up for you over your time being together.

“You can see me like this… Why did you have to take the blanket off?” You whispered back meekly.

“Because I wanted to,” he sighed, “I wanted to see all of ya. Front and back.” He simply replied, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer. “Look at me.” He said softly, but firm.

He gently took your face in his hand, making you look into his eyes. He wanted to take care of you, reassure you that everything would be alright, that everything is alright.

Your eyes looked back at him, a sort of sadness in them as they went glossy with an ocean of blue emotions. He noticed. He didn’t understand why you were so upset, he knew you to be the strongest and most independent person he knew. Yet here you were, laying in his arms looking as fragile as a piece of glass.

“Please tell me what’s wrong,” he gently urged you. He just wanted to see you smile, to see you happy, and the fact that he couldn’t was eating him up inside. He knew something was bothering you, but you wouldn’t tell him what it was. You felt his arms tighten around you, bringing you closer, it was all he ever wanted everyday. To feel you beside him at every second of every day.

You sighed softly, biting your tongue to stop yourself from speaking. Your eyes darted around the room nervously, looking at anything but him. He dragged you to look towards him once again, nodding softly to you. “Daryl… what if you don’t find me attractive anymore?” Your voice was barely over a whisper.

“What do ya mean?” he asked quietly, his tone slightly confused. “I love you, of course I find ya attractive.” His grip tightened on you.

You just sighed, averting your gaze from his eyes. “You’re just saying that.”

“No, I mean it.” He said firmly while pushing your hair back gently, leaning forward and pressing his face into your neck. His lips lightly grazing over your jaw and neck, his stubble tickling you slightly while he breathed deeply. Your scent making his head spin, kissing your neck gently before pulling back to look in your eyes. “(Y/N), I love you. I always will, and I’ll always find you attractive.”

His words were soft but firm, and true. There was no doubt in the back of his mind about anything he was saying, he meant every word he said to you.

“But Mimi—” You bit your lip and watched as Daryl realized what this whole thing was about.

He took a deep breath, “Mimi.” He repeated, sighing gently as he understood what this was all about. “(Y/N)… She’s not here, she’s not… you. You’ll always been the one that I want. Always.” His hands trailed up your arms and onto your face, cupping your cheeks as he looked deeply into your eyes, desperately trying to make you hear him.

You could only look up at him, your lip quivering. “She’s beautiful Dar…”

“(Y/N)…” Daryl whispered, kissing you softly on the lips. His hands rubbed circles onto your back, kissing any exposed skin he could find, starting at your temple. “I love you, I want you… only you.”

You pushed him away before he kissed your lips once again, shying away. His face flickered with slight confusion, “Hun.” He whispered, taking your hands in his and kissing every knuckle. “Why can’t you see yourself like I do?” His tone was questioning, not quite grasping the idea of your insecurities.

“Can’t you see?” You whispered sadly, refusing to turn around and see yourself in the mirror. Daryl sighed once again, pulling you towards him and into his chest, caressing the back of your head with his thumb.

“Look at me, please.” There was concern in his voice as he spoke. He couldn’t bear to see you in pain like this, he wanted you back the way you used to be, he wanted you happy. His hand on your head moved down slowly to the back of your neck, tangling his fingers in your hair. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”

You sighed shakily, tears pooling into your eyes. “Mimi… she’s perfect for you. She’s your type while I’m the complete opposite….. I’m not enough for you.” Your voice cracked, sniffling.

Daryl felt his heart break hearing you speak. He didn’t want to seem upset, not when you were already in tears. He had to be strong for the both of you, but it was so hard seeing the love of his life break down in tears because they saw themselves less than.

“You know that’s not true… I don’ have a stupid type, not that I want jus’ anyone.” He whispered, scratching your scalp comfortingly, “I want you, my angel. My beautiful angel.” His words were a soft whisper, filled with the utmost admiration he had for you and kissed you softly. “I want only you. Not Mimi, not some other person. You. You’re perfect for me.”

You cried, shaking your head as you just couldn’t accept the words he was saying to you. You only thought of her and how beautiful she was, how she was the angel, not you. You hated crying, especially in front of him. “I’m so… so ugly Daryl you don’t understand.”

He shook his head firmly, “no. We both know that isn’t true. Listen to me, you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever known.” His voice was pained, hating to see you in this way. He hoped he sounded sincere enough, not wanting you to suffer anymore. “Hey. Yer beautiful. You. Not Mimi, she’s not here, she doesn’ exist to me like that. You do, right in front of me, gorgeous as ever. Your hair, your eyes… I love everything about you. You’re my everything y’know that?”

“Mimi…” you whispered, thinking of all the times she’s made him laugh. Why didn’t he laugh that much around me? Why doesn’t he smile that often? Despite everything she’s made you feel you just can’t bring yourself to hate her, she really was perfect. She wasn’t mean, condescending, she was… better.

“(Y/N) stop it.” He begged desperately, his heart sinking while he watched you spiral. “Why are you still thinkin’ about her? Yer more important to me than her, in every way. Yer not jus’ beautiful, yer the most kind, funny, and intelligent person I know. Hell, you’ve saved my ass so many times just by yer quick thinking. I think about ya all the time, and I hate to admit but I find myself getting distracted by the thought of ya when I’m out, I smile because of you. Yer special, and you should know that, (Y/N).” He pulled you close, trying to make his voice as comforting as he can.

“What if you fall out of love? What if your eyes land on someone better, someone prettier?” You sighed exasperatedly, you didn’t know who you were trying to convince at this point. You were probably annoying him, something Mimi probably never did.

But he remained patient, rubbing your back. “Stop. I will never love anyone else but you. If someone prettier was righ’ here and I could be with ‘em, I’d still choose ya. Every single time, because there’s no one better, or prettier than you. You’ll always be that person for me, every time. Yer my everythin’. Don’ let anyone try an’ tell ya otherwise, no one in this world will ever be better than ya. Yer my only love, the only person I want, forever.” He whispered, cradling you in his arms as he rocked you back and forth slowly, kissing the top of your head.

Hot tears streamed down your face while looking up at him. He frowned, wiping your tears away while looking directly into your eyes. There was a love in his eyes that only you could see and feel, something no one else could see from him.

He held you close for a few minutes, cradling your face and caressing your hair gently, working through the knots like it was his favourite thing to do.

“(Y/N), I want you to believe me when I say yer perfect. I don’ care if ya think Mimi is the prettiest person in the world, I believe in my gut that that title falls to you. Yer everything I could ever ask for and always will be.” He proclaimed softly, kissing your hair and leaving his lips there for a few moments.

“Dar…” You whispered, crying into his chest as he finally got to you. Soaking up every emotion he expressed to you, the words sinking into your brain.

“It’s okay, I got ya.. ‘m righ’ here…” He whispered, shushing you gently while rocking you. Daryl kissed the top of your head, continuing to shush you. He’d never seen you this broken before and it killed him, he hoped he would never have to see you like this again, he only wanted to see joy emitting from you from now on. “I know ‘m not the best comforter but ‘m here, and ‘m not leavin’.”

“I’m sorry…” Your voice cracked, sounding fragile as you hid your face in his chest. He sighed, shaking his head and placing his chin on your head.

Daryl thought about how hard you were being on yourself, and how sad he was to witness this happen. “There’s no need to be sorry. Ya don’ have to put yerself down, or compare yourself to anyone. You’re you, (Y/N). I love you and that’s all that matters to me.” His tone was affectionate, coming straight from his heart. He wanted nothing more than for you to feel safe and loved.

You cried again, still doubting yourself in the back of your mind as he kissed your forehead.

“Ya know yer more than enough for me, I love you and nothing is gonna change that. There’s no one in this world that comes anywhere close to how amazing ya are.” His voice was firm, taking your hands in his and intertwining your fingers with his, “yer just perfect. Perfect.” If he could he would move mountains to make you believe him. You were his entire world, his entire will to live and he wanted you to know that.

Your entire body shuddered while you placed your head on the pillow beneath you, breathing shakily with tears in your eyes as you looked up at him. He placed a hand on your cheek, caressing your cheek with his thumb as he opened his mouth to speak again,

“Tell me the truth. Have I ever given you a reason to doubt that I love ya? Have I made it seem like this relationship meant nothing to me?” His voice was shaky, hoping he didn’t cause all this.

“Have I ever made you feel unloved?” His voice cracked slightly, eyes watering and his heart aching when he looked down at you. He wanted to fix this, he wanted to make you feel better again. He ran his fingers through your hair again, hoping to soothe you into feeling happier. The last thing he wanted was for you to cry again.

You thought about his questions for a moment. Thinking back to all those times you met up with him while Mimi was present. You never noticed how his eyes lit up when he saw you, how he smiled more with you around, and how he could be more open with you around. He was never looking at Mimi, in fact when they were alone all he could think of was you. He never cared for her like that, all he could do was notice you when you were around. He noticed the way you tucked your hair behind your ear when it got in your face, he noticed the way you bit your finger whenever you got frustrated, he noticed the way your eyes twinkled when you watched him from afar. When Mimi walked by everyone's head turned to watch her, not Daryl's. No his head turned to watch you. Your smile was the best thing he saw, not hers. His heart swelled with love at the sight of your smile, wanting to do his best to preserve it. The best part of his day was coming home to you, not being with Mimi. Even in the past whenever other people would try and flirt with him, he would only look for you. He did everything for you, caring for you, providing for you, loving you.

He always had his eye on you, even when you thought Mimi was perfect. It was always you, it’s always been you. You were too caught up in watching Mimi that you never noticed him and the way he looked at you. He saw you.

He placed his hand on the small of your back, gliding it up gently to your chin and tilting your face up at him. Your silence tore at his heart in ways he never knew it could. He just wanted you to feel loved by him and the silence scared him, thinking it confirmed his worst fears.

“Have I ever made you feel loved..?” His voice quivered, hoping that wasn’t the case. His eyes were wet and desperate.

“Of course you did… I just.” You looked down again, your voice betraying you in the moment. Silently crying.

“There has never been a time where I doubted this relationship. You love me and I love you, there is no one I’d rather be with. My relationship with ya is like my lifeline and it would kill me to fuck this up, I hope ya know yer my world and ya always will be.” Daryl’s eyes were sad and his voice was choked up. He grabbed your waist to bring you closer, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“Yer the love of my life. I want you and only you. I could never love anyone else,” he sighed shakily as he pulled you into his chest. His tone was full of love and so soft and sweet, he wanted you to know he wasn’t mad. He just wanted you to know you meant the world to him.

You choked up again, wrapping your arms around his neck and softly sobbing into him. He immediately reciprocated the hug, the warmness of your body bringing comfort to him. He could only hope his did the same for you. What could I have done to hurt them like this? He wondered hopelessly.

“Baby,” he caressed your hair, planting a sweet kiss on your cheek. “I love ya, I love you so much hun. You’ll always be the love of my life, in every universe I’ll be there for ya.” His anxiety flared up when you pulled back again, looking into his eyes.

“Let me look at you when you say that,” you whispered softly.

He smiled, his voice as gentle as it could be. Filled with love, with affection and with everything else that she taught him in these last few months. You really did mean everything to him and he needed you to know that, every word he said and thought was true.

”I love you,” he whispered. “You make me feel loved, like no one else… and y’know every time I see ya, my heart jumps out of my chest and I have to mentally prepare myself in case ya can hear my heart beating too loud.” He chuckled quietly, placing a kiss on your nose. “I love you, (Y/N). Always.”

You smiled softly, closing your eyes and pressing your lips against his in a tender kiss. Daryl was filled with joy, the sweetest tooth-rotting kind. Your lips meeting his in a long tender kiss, feeling his heart and soul stir as his arms wrapped around you tight. He pulled you closer, deepening the kiss and running his fingers through your hair comfortingly.

Once you pulled away you chuckled under your breath, sniffling before nestling your face into the crook of his neck. Your soft breathing tickling his skin, “I’m sorry.”

He sighed contently and pulled you closer in a tight, warm embrace. You could feel him shake his head, kissing your forehead gently, not saying another word. That kiss told you everything you needed to know, even without words. He never wanted you to doubt his love for you, ever. He would spend his whole life trying to convince you if he had to. He always wanted you to be certain that you were the only one for him. Because that’s how he truly felt. You were his entire world.

He held you the entire night, in his arms. Whispering sweet nothing into your ear as he caressed your hair, coaxing you to sleep. Occasionally kissing your head. His touch was tender, gentle, and loving. He wanted to make you feel safe and most importantly, loved. You were the most special person to him. He slowly rocked you in his arms, humming softly until you finally drifted off to sleep, he wanted to be the only one to comfort you.

He loved you with all his heart and he would do absolutely anything for you.

[nonesenseushi]

My first time posting. I wrote a thing and got told to share it.

The Walking Dead x Male Mute!Reader HC’s

Daryl probably didn’t trust or like you right off the bat:

• He didn’t like how quiet you were, like deadass you never made a sound, even while walking

• Doesn’t realize your mute at first and figured you just thought you were too good to talk to anyone

• Probably has beef with you because you use a bow and arrow

• He soon comes to respect you when you prove your willingness to help protect the group

• Even more so when he realizes you don’t talk because you just 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵

Rick probably trusts you right away, although he isn’t much of a fan of how you just kinda do your own thing:

• He likes that you’ll usually do what he asks(orders) - little does he know that what he tells you to do, you were already planning on doing it

• Because of your quietness, you can easily get in and out of places without being noticed - be that by walkers or people - and he 100% uses that to the group’s advantage

• Rick doesn’t like that you disappear from the group at times, even when your hunkered down somewhere; the prison for example, you’d sometimes just vanish and no one could find you

• When you come back though you usually have stuff that the group needs or wants, so they can’t be too mad

Glenn is pretty neutral towards you at first, although you somehow become pretty good friends:

• He was really unnerved from you at first, with how quiet you were and the hard RBF you got

• Because you both were quiet and quick, you often got sent on runs together and he 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 it

• Glenn realized you weren’t so bad when you made a joke one time on a run;

You both were in some sort of hardware store gathering supplies when Glenn bent down to grab something. A fart noised sounded in the store and with how quiet it was, Glenn heard it loud and clear.

He stood up and looked at you in embarrassment, truly believing that sound had come from him, only to stop when he saw the grin on your face and the playful glint in your eye. You repeated the noise, blowing a raspberry at him before your shoulders shook in silent laughter.

• After that you both became good friends

• He also realized that you weren’t some hardass that was constantly judging people

• Although he’s definitely caught you staring at the others when they did something questionable, definitely judging them.

• Glenn always found those moments funny, seeing the look of confusion or disbelief on your face

Carl likes you, he thinks your really cool:

• He thinks it’s really cool how you use a bow and arrow (something Daryl is totally not a little jealous of)

• Would beg you to teach him how to use it

• You would, only to grin and silently laugh when he somehow smacks himself in the face with the bow string

• You of course would apologize for laughing and properly teach him how to use it, although he can’t for the life of him draw it back at first

• Carl also thinks it’s really cool how quiet you are as he gets older

• Young Carl was definitely afraid to approach you because of your RBF

• As he gets older though he admires your stealth and will even ask how to be stealthier like you

Other characters:

Merle:

• Merle was convinced that you were lying about being mute

• He probably followed you one day while you went for a hunt or something to confront you

• You beat his ass six ways till Sunday

• He didn’t pester you after that, although Daryl tried to kick your ass for beating up his brother

Maggie:

• She probably thought you were kinda weird at first

• But she was also really curious about you

• Her and Glenn both went to you about the other, Glenn to be an absolute simp, and Maggie to see if Glenn was truly a good guy

Shane:

• Bro hated you from the start

• Because of how quiet you are, he felt like he was always being watched (he was)

• You always had this blank stare when you looked at him, it made him feel like you knew all his secrets (you did)

• You knew about him sleeping with Lori, at first you didn’t care for it but then Rick showed up and turned out to be her husband

• Shane was only a little thankful that you were mute so you couldn’t tell everyone what you knew

• He still knew that you could destroy him through, so he was very careful

• You only tortured him psychologically a 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦

• Especially after Otis died

• You had gone with them on the run and had supposedly gotten separated from them when the walkers showed up

• Shane knew better by that point though

• You seemed to know everything

Hershel:

• Just like the rest of the group, he didn’t want you on his farm

• He seemed to like you the most though because you didn’t carry a gun - at all - and you weren’t aggressive like Daryl

• It helped that you put your bow and arrows down whenever he asked for no weapons

• Overall you were just respectful towards the man and he appreciated it

[ratcash-wasgud]

CAN WE PLS PLS PLS GET A PT2 TO NEKO OF THE WEST OMG!!!!

mdni :p

ℕ𝕖𝕜𝕠 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕀𝕀.

When Ringo arrives back from the town, he finds Mizu curnsing under her breath and slashing trees in half.

"Master! What's the matter? And where is-" He looks around, rubbing his nibs together nervously.

"Oh, the stray cat is gone. But she left me with everything I need." Lies. She needed you too. "I'm gonna get going tomorrow." She sneers. She now has two goals. Slaying the white men, and showing you your place. You can't just leave like that after she has been so vulnerable with you! Ungrateful little bitch. Mizu is seething. She knows it probably ment nothing to you. It was just a slip up for Mizu too, she just got lost in the moment. It's just that she haven't felt human touch for years now, and you looked so pretty panting, and out of breath, looking at her in suuuch a cocky way with her blade to your throat... Oh, she'll show you.

She'll defeat you, have you at her feet, then beg her to spare you, crawling back to her lap, like a good little domestic kitten would. Yeah. Then she'll let you play with Fowler's head. She'll fucking show you.

She leaves Ringo at an inn, and she follows your instructions to find Fowler's castle. She gets through the tunnel, and starts slashing soldiers left and right. The traps are fucking cruel though and she ends up with a stick through her foot. She gets through everything, even drug monkeys, undead prisoners, and a whole ass giant. In the end though, she is met with...Taigen. Bloody, barely alive, tied to a chair in the middle of a room. She rushes to his side, hurrying to untie him. "Taigen-"

"Mizu..." Taigen croacks out, his eyes fluttering open. "N-no, run it's a-"

"Trap?" She hears a familiar voice from behind her as the door shuts. She turns around, her eyes meet yours in a glare. "Look who the cat dragged in!" She grin into her face. "Glad you could make it." You say, your eyes dripping with that fucking sly mischief.

"Wouldn't miss it." Mizu basically barks at you. "So you did come back to that dickhead? Pathetic." She says, holding up her makeshift sword she got from one of the soldiers.

You shrug, as you spin your gun on your finger. "Hey, what's home's home." You say and shoot her a shiteating grin.

"I pity you if this is home for you." Mizu says right back, glaring through your soul, as if you even have one.

"Ey, atleast I have one." You say, and quickly fire at her, the bullet shooting right next to her head, biting through a single strand of hair.

Mizu reacts quickly, attacking you withouth hesitation. You dodge, making her weaping slice through the wall. You turn, grabbing her wrist for a second, pushing her against the wall, and slamming her head against it. But the determined bitch she is, Mizu ignores the pain, and heabutts you in response. You two keep being at eachother's throats with Taigen barely not passing out in the chair, until Mizu overpowers you, and pins you down, with her sword at your throat.

"What a familiar situation." You grin at her, and she pushes her blade into your collarbone, drawing blood.

"Drop the fucking act already." Mizu barks into your face. "Just tell me which room he's in and I'll spare you."

You scoff. "Yeah, turns out, I kinda don't want you to kill him." You pout, as if it's a light thing. It makes Mizu's blood boil. "I kinda need him for like...a couple weeks more until he kills the shogun." You shrug. Lies, by the way. You don't give a fuck if when he dies, or if the shogun dies, you just don't want her to attemp to murder him.

Why? Simple. He'll kill her, you're sure.

"You don't have a choice." Mizu says, her eyes cold, but insides she's burning with rage. Was this all a damn game to you? Was she a joke? Was her moaning under you, moaning with you meant fucking nothing?

"Yeaaaah," Suddenly she feels the familiar cold of your gun, She turns her head, and see it pointed at Taigen's unmoving form. "I kinda do." You say, your eyes narrowing.

That's the moment Mizu realizes, she can't tame you. She can't make a house kitten out of you. You'll never stick by her side. Or anyone's for the matter. So...she'll need to keep you on a leash. She'll put so much catnip in your mouth you won't be able to bite, she'll cut your nails so you won't scratch, and she'll tear your whiskers out so you won't be able to run straight. Alone, that is. It'll hurt, but it will be worth it.

She then, with one small movement of her wrist, cuts through your shoulder, not deep enough to make you actually bleed out, but enough to make you weak. She gets off you, leaving you there, whimpering. "F-Fuckin' b-bitch...G-Go and d-die then! G-Go and fuckin'...die by his greasy hands...ugh!" You keep moaning in pain, depserately pushing your palm against your bleeding wound.

Mizu looks at you, wanting nothing more than to comfort you, but she knows that'll do her no good in the long run, so she just picks up Taigen, and leaves the room. She'll come back for you when you're unconcious if she's lucky.

It takes her a long while to get to and find Fowler's room all while carrying the deadweight of Taigen, but still, she does. After the fight, she does not have time to go back for you though, since she's fallen into the ice cold river along with that fat bastard.

Ringo rescues her and Taigen, bringing them back to master Eiji. The time she spends there while she recovers can only be described as a storm. She's mad. Her sword is broken, she didn't kill Fowler, and she left you there too. Ugh, what a failiure.

"So," Mizu lazily sits next to Taigen inside the little house, staring at the fire. "How did you...keep Akemi?" She mumbles under her nose, Taigen almost not even hearing it.

"Hm?" Taigen reaises an eyebrow. "Jealous?" He says with a smug smirk and Mizu groans loudly.

"Fuck no." She says, shooting him a glare and then rolling her eyes. "It's just seems...hard, to tie a woman down." She shrugs.

Everyone left Mizu when they had a chance, so this time, she won't take chances. She won't give you one. You left her once already, and to your own shit-luck, she wan't you to stay more that she realizes.

"You can't really tie a woman down, only with marriage." Taigen answers simply. "But before that, you have to convince her that you're worth it. That you can give her a good life."

"Well that's not really an option for me, is it?" Mizu groans. What a useless answer.

"Wait...you wanna catch a wife?" Taigen's eyes widen. "Oh, don't tell me, you already have someone you want? Oh, that's funny!" He snickers.

"You're fucking annoying. I don't even know why I was asking you." She grumbles, ready to stand up, but Taigen stops him. "Wait, no. Okay." Taigen steadies himself, putting on a straight face. "I'm sure if you keep your glasses on, and keep your mouth shut all the time, she'll like you." He finishes with that bitch-ass smirk.

Mizu just yanks her arm away and walks off, grumbling. Taigen is stupid. She'll show him too. She'll show everyone. She'll slay down Flower, then she'll walk away with you, crying for her in her arms. Great plan.

You even accidentaly told her that he's planning on killing the shogun, so she'll know where to go. You're already playing right into her hands. Yeah, maybe she's obsessing over you a little, and yeah, it's probably unhealthy, but do you really expect any healthy emotions from that woman? No, the answer should be no.

So, on the day when she meets Fowler again, she marches into the room he's in with the Shogun, but when she gets there, the Shogun and his family are already gone, and she's met with Fowler's gun to your forehead, yours to his heart with Heiji Shindo's body still fresh on the ground. She gasps out your name.

Fowler's head turns to her, and Mizu glares. "Hm? Ye two know eachother?" He asks casually, motioning between you two. "So that's why yer betraying me, eh? Foolish little girl." He scoffs.

You just roll your eyes. "I'm not betraying you, dumbass." You say, liglty poking his chest with your gun. "I'm simply dethroning you."

"And you wanted the help of this demon right 'ere?" He nods towards Mizu. "Is that why ya were gone for days? Ya were with the guy tryin' to kill me? Pffft!" He says with mock offense.

"No, he just happens to be here." The banter between you two is amusing to Mizu. You're talking to this piece of shit while holding eachother at gunpoint like you'd talk to an old friend after they stole your lunch.

"Hey, demon," Fowler says to Mizu, getting her attention. "Ya don' wanna team up with this girl right 'ere. See? She's betraying me too, she'd do the same to you."

"Oh, shut up." You roll your eyes. "First of all, I'm not teaming up with him. Second of all...can you butt out of my personal relatinships?"

"She's not even from 'round here. Found her back in London." Fowler says casually, ligtly poking your head with his gun. "Is' true. Her parents are japanese though, they got captured during the war, but couldn't help but fuck like bunnies in their cell and make this lil' bitch."

"Ugh, that was unnecessary." You say, fireing a shot into the wall to silence him. "Next one's gonna be in your heart, shithead."

"Now now, let daddy handle stuff." He says with a chuckle.

"You're not my fucki-" but before you could protest any further, Fowler's other hand swings up, hitting you in the head, almost crushing your skull, making you lose conciousness.

The next time you wake up, the harsh sun invades your eyeballs, making you groan. When you finally manage to accommodate your inveroment, you look around. You're on a ship, which is definetly moving. You see a siluette in the sun, and as it notices that you're awake, it walks closer. It's Mizu. She looks different though. She looks a lot more...relaxed. She has her bangs down, and she's wearing a simple kimono. She looks...very feminine. And beautiful, if you do say so yourself. You understand why you lost control and slept with her that night.

"Hey," You squint at her. "Can I ask, if it's like, not too much...what the fuck is going on?" You sit up hazily.

"We're leaving. To London." She says casually, sitting down next to you. Your eyes snap wide opening, shining in the bright sun.

"Are fucking serious?" That's wha Mizu wnated to see. You lighting up, eating all of her words up.

"Yeah...Fowler's tied up down there, but he'll help me. He'll help me find the other white men." She says, looking ahead to the seemingly endless water.

"And you're taking me...with you. To London. I can finally leave." Your smile becomes bright, almost more blinding that the sun. It's the first truly genuine smile Mizu saw from you. And fuck, it does things to her.

"Mhm...you're not leaving my side after this." Mizu breathes out, leaning back on her hands, turning her attention to the cloud.

Your eyebrows knot together. "What? I'm not gonna stick around to watch your boring ass quest. I wanna find my own path."

"Yeah, no...you're not doing that. You're gonna stay by my side, and you're gonna love it." She says like it's a well known fact. And to her, it is. She's not letting you leave her, and wander off again. Not on her watch.

"What the fuck do you think I am? Your pet?" You scoff.

"You could be. But no, I'm being nice right now." She says with a small smile, still staying completely calm about the subject. "And when I'm done, you will come back to Japan with me. And then we'll live peacefully, and you'll help me forget about how much of a terrible person I am." Mizu shrugs, but you just rolls your eyes.

"As if. I'll tell you everyday that you're a shitty person." You can barely finish the sentence before Mizu gets on top of you with one swift motion, straddling your lap.

"Yeah? You're gonna tell me how much you hate me?" Mizu whispers, her breath hitting your face, but the only thing you can do right now is just stare at her, not even blinking. "What? Cat's got your tongue?" She teases you, running a finger along your lower lip.

You gulp. "What...are you even doing? What we had was just...a one time thing." You say, averting your gaze finally.

"You think that?" Mizu says as she harshly grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at her. "You must be confused then." She says, her voice now lower with more edge. "Because that day, whether you like it or not, you tied yourself down. You became mine. You can try to run though, but I'll find you eventually." She slowly leans down, breathing right against your lips. "Take your little fuckface of a man, Fowler for example. He couldn't hide, so why could you?"

You can't even respond as she firmly kisses you, pushing her tongue down your thoat, one hand gripping your jaw, the other harhsly undoing your clothes.

"F-fuck, Mizu, wait a second-" You try to croak out, but her hands are already all over you, and you love it. It's just...so damn sudden. And it feels different from last time. It's as if this time, her touches have more emotion. More want, more need.

"No. I waited enough." Mizu murmurs into the kiss, her hands kneading your breasts. The last time, you fought for and kinda even won dominance, but now you can't even try and enter the competition for some reason, and to Mizu's liking.

"Ugh...you're an asshole, you know that?" You back arches into her touch as you feel her start pinching your nipples. "I...I'm still mad at you though...for cutting my shoulder. That hurt...like a bitch." You mumble, feeling your whole body heat up under her touch.

Mizu can feel her head reeling. She finally done it. She has you under her fingertips again, and she won't let go ever again. And this time, you look different too. You look more vulnerable, your eyes narrowing and becoming hazy, you cheeks flushing as you lips part. You look vulnerable, and very fucking cute. The fact that she knows what you're capable of, and still managing to have you in this position is...enthralling. She loves it. If she'd feel this everyday, her sould would be at peace.

"Not my fault you only respond to violence." Mizu says, pulling away from your mouth to place her lips in your nipple, which you reward with a small moan, which makes Mizu's nerves dart to all one place between her legs.

Her tounge swirls around your sensitive little bud, all while her hand sneeks between your thighs, feeling around your underwear, which is now slowly turning wet.

"You want more?" Mizu whispers as she switches to the other nipple. "Tell me you want more...say it. Use your pretty little voice, and ask me nicely."

"Fuck...fuck why are you like this?" You croak out, your thighs closing around her hand, letting out another moan as she starts rubbing you through the thin cloth. "O-Okay, fine fuck, I want more...p-please, just...do more." You say, covering your face with your arm in shame. "Mizu..."

And she fucking snaps. How could she hold back after that? She rips down your last remaining clothing, which happens to be your underwear, and her lips latch around your clit. Oh, it tastes so good. She didn't have the chance to taste it last time, what a shame. But knows she knows how your slick tastes, and it's honestly perfect. She makes sure her tongue hits every spot it can reach atleast once before she plunges her fingers deep inside you.

"Fuck...I missed you fucking much...come on, show me you missed me too. Grind on my lips and fingers." Mizu demands against your clit which you reward in a drawn out moan. You slowly obey, grinding weakly against her. "Take it...take all of me." She pushes knuckle deep. "Your pussy loves me...it fucking wants me. It's...fuck, it's sucking me in." Mizu slurs between slurps, getting lost in the moment and just mindlessly rambling. She loves this. She loves feeling you at two points on herself: her fingertips and her tongue. She wants you to moan louder, to squirm and beg more, to arch your back and grind harder...

"Gonna cum...f-fuck, I can't...slow the fuck down..." You whimper out,hands feeling around on the floor, looking for anything to grab for support, but meeting nothing but Mizu.

"Yeah? Cum then. Do it...doitdoitdoit, I want it, come on..." Mizu doesn't even notice that she begs, but she doesn't even fucking care. As she feels you spill your climax into her mouth, her mind flashes white, eagerly driking everything up. After you come down from your high and lay in the afterglow, Mizu stays in pleace, cleaning your innerthighs while softly humming.

"You did so good...you're so pretty when you cum. I wanna see it again." She murmurs, fingers trailing back to your folds, but you groan and push her away.

"F-Fuck off..." You say weakly, eyes slowly fluttering closed. Mizu smirks and climbs up to cuddle you, her arms thighly around you, and her legs keeping you in a lock.

"I love you." She says casually. "You'll stay with me forever, okay? I'll hunt you down if you don't. You're my sepcial girl...you'll see me succeed."

[drabblesandimagines]

Dove (part four)

Leon Kennedy x female reader Part one. Part two. Part three.

The time for Leon’s next perimeter check comes and goes, yet he remains in place on the sofa, you cuddling into his chest. He knows he could try and shuffle along a little bit, get you to lie down, but he doesn’t.

You must be exhausted, both physically and mentally, to have fallen asleep on him after all. He doesn’t want to risk waking you up when it’s the first time he’s seen you properly relaxed in the last 24 hours. It’d be more awkward if he did try to move and woke you up, too. Plus, if he did successfully pull it off, it’s not the widest of sofas either - what if you rolled off when he was outside and damaged your shoulder even more? You’re already bruised and battered from your encounter with the Lickers and he’ll be damned if he’s gonna let you get hurt again under his watch.

It’s everything to do with that and nothing to do with the fact that he can’t remember when he last held a woman like this, content in his embrace. He’s not a big one-night stand guy – won’t deny he’s had them, but they’re not a preference - so intimate moments like this are few and far between. Besides, you’d asked him for a hug, you’d fell asleep in his arms. It might not be proper, but he’s not overstepped professional boundaries by reassuring a victim in their moment of need.

Just like he totally hadn’t overstepped when he helped you undress last night.

God, when you’d asked for his help with your bra… Memories of awkward fumbles with girlfriends under covers had flashed through his mind, still isn’t sure how he pulled it off one-handed.  

Leon swallows as you unconsciously nuzzle your cheek up against his chest, bringing him back to the present moment. He chides himself for the distraction, shouldn’t be thinking about that when he should be thinking about the job at hand. There’s been no reply from Hunnigan, though he wasn’t expecting one unless there was any sort of development. She’s probably waiting for his full report before she’ll give him a crumb of anything in return.

He looks at the laptop sat open on the coffee table, though it’s long gone to sleep. He was maybe a little ambitious with his timeframe of having it in her inbox by 2000, as now he’s going to have to type it up, listening to the audio, all in the same room as you as he does.

Problem for later, he decides, as is you being asleep on his chest preventing him from doing his perimeter check. His hand remains on the small of your back - keeps you steady against him, whilst he compromises for scrolling round the camera feeds a few times one-handed.

There’s nothing to note visually from his last outing - though he definitely wants to be able to double-check with his own eyes rather than put his full trust in pixels on a 3.5-inch screen. There’s been no motion detected either, so it’ll do.

It’s turning into a nice evening, he muses, warm enough to be out without a jacket. It’s a shame he can’t take you outside for some fresh air, stretch your legs with a walk around the perimeter – after he’d checked it first, of course – and maybe make you feel less like a prisoner. Knows from experience that it won’t be long until the frustration of being restricted to three rooms is going to surface. Always does. You’ve already shown some over the medication being locked up last night.

He also knows how much the restrictions and protocols seem overkill, but if anything were to go wrong on this mission, all his actions are going to be scrutinized under a microscope, discussed at length by a panel who will either sign him off for active duty or accuse him of being a traitor to the good old US of A.

You jerk almost violently on his chest then, nearly clocking him in the chin, your good hand scrunched up in the fabric of his shirt – all tell-tale signs of a bad dream. Leon begins to rub slow circles with his hand on the small of your back, hoping it’ll be soothing enough to stop the dream progressing, perhaps enough to draw you out of that REM state but not enough to wake you up entirely.

He slips his phone back in his pocket as he continues to rub large circles on your back, can’t help but smile as he watches you settle, your face relaxing once more.

Leon closes his eyes, then, relishing the weight of you on his chest. It’s not selfish, he reasons, no, because although those sleeping pills work wonders, they can never replace a true night’s sleep – again, he knows that from bitter experience. It’s enough to shut your brain down for a solid eight hours, but it’s never going to be a restful sleep when it’s synthetic.

Not in the way you’re napping right now, safe in his arms.

God, Kennedy, pull it together – you just met the girl.

Still, doesn’t open his eyes though.

He’s about to drift off himself when you whimper and he swears it breaks his heart. Your grip tightens on his shirt, face twitching once more, now alongside furrowed brows and hitched breaths as you face invisible demons. He strokes your hair with one hand, still rubbing circles on your back with his other but it doesn’t have the same effect this time as your restlessness continues.

“No…” You whimper again, nails digging in his chest from your grip and he admits defeat. He sits up slowly, stills his hand on your back and moves his other to rest lightly on your arm to give the most gentle shake.

“Dove, it’s okay.” Leon says, softly. “You’re all right. It was just a dream.” He moves his head down, in dangerous territory of being headbutted, speaks a little louder in the hopes the movement and his voice will break through your slumber. “I’m here, Dove. You’re safe with me, okay?” Your eyes shoot open and you lift your head off his chest but his reflexes don’t fail him as he moves his head back from the collision. You emit a sharp gasp from your mouth, catching your breath and look at him briefly in alarm, feeling entirely disorientated and confused, heart pounding.

“Hey.” He smiles.

It takes a beat for you to properly gather your bearings – never been a fan of napping during the day, always made you feel worse more than anything. You’re in the safe house, in the living room, with Leon – the kind DSO agent who made you oatmeal and sandwiches for lunch – whose warm palm still is pressed solidly against the small of your back…

“You fell asleep. I… It seemed like you were having a bad dream, so…”

You remembered asking him for a hug, how nice it had felt in his embrace, how you thought it would be fine to close your eyes for just a moment. Afterall, they were so dry and tired from all that silly crying and how nice and warm Leon felt, with your cheek pressed up against his chest.

Yes, you were just going to savour all that for a couple more minutes and then you’d sit up.

But it hadn’t happened that way, waking up whoever knows how long later, holding onto him for dear life.

“I fell asleep… on you.”

It’s a statement, not a question.

His smile turns somewhat bashful. “Yeah.”

You realise then that your hand is flat on his chest, right over his heart – you can feel it pound underneath your fingertips and you snatch it back into your own chest, sitting up poker straight, looking embarrassed.

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine, Dove. I can add emergency pillow next to the first aid qualification.” He teases, relieved it seems to make you relax a little by the way your shoulders drop. You smile, placing your good hand back on the sofa for balance to shuffle back along. A little reluctantly, Leon brings his hand back to rest on his thigh.

“Do you, er, want to talk about it?”

“Not much to tell.” You shuffle in place again, trying to get comfortable as your injuries begin to ache. “I was being chased… But that’s all I can remember.” You shake your head as if you could shake the uneasy feeling out of it. “How long was I asleep?”

“Not long.” Leon shrugs, though he knows exactly how long it was. Doesn’t want to say he let you sleep on him for over 90 minutes because he liked the human contact.

You look up at the TV, not knowing what to say, and see it’s still on at a low volume – the channel unchanged and the house renovation show ongoing. Must be some sort of afternoon marathon.  

“So, I need to do my, er, perimeter check. I won’t be long, but can I get you anything before I go?”

“Can I have the next dose of painkillers?”

Leon checks his watch and frowns - you’re over an hour away from the next dose. Maybe he shouldn’t have let you sleep in that position after all, torso twisted to lie across his chest – the fall down the stairs had to have a done a number of your ribs. “I’m afraid not for another hour or so, Dove. Is the pain really bad?”

“No, I’m just starting to ache a bit. I’ll be all right.”

“We can arrange a call with a medic if the painkillers aren’t bearing up, see if we can get you on something stronger.” He offers, getting to his feet.

Your stomach flips. There it is, that horrible niggle of doubt in the depths. Leon seems sincere enough in his offer – hell, this is the man who prepped your toothbrush for you this morning, made breakfast and lunch, let you sob and then nap all over him. That’s surely not how a government agent who suspects you’re a bioterrorist is going to treat you, yet you can’t bring yourself to fully relax around him, painfully aware that he might be feeding back everything you say or even do to superiors.  

Is this a trick or a test, to see if you’ll take up stronger pain medication after you insisted yesterday that what you were given had been adequate? Oh, you lied about that, did you? Did you lie about your whole statement too, Dove?

“No, that’s not necessary.” You’ve taken too long to reply, so time to try and deflect. “I’m just being a baby.”

“No, you’re not.” He replies, firmly. “Have a think about it, okay? You’ll have been running off adrenaline for a while, might have numbed the real extent of the pain when you were being assessed. Been there a few times myself.”

You nod, unsure of what else to say, still feeling a little awkward in the way you’d woken up.

“Okay, I’m heading outside. See you soon.”

You lean forward and grab the remote control. “Take care.” It comes out before you even think about what you’re saying and you turn up the volume on the TV, as if it could drown out what you’d already said.

Leon smiles as he picks up his duffel bag, slings it over his shoulder – he’s locking it in the garage on his way out. If you’ve noticed he keeps it in his line of sight at all times -besides the time it was behind him but you had been very snug in his arms - you’ve been polite enough not to mention it, or maybe you just don’t want to hear the answer. He wishes he could make the call, but until those above him officially deem you as a victim who needs protection and not a suspect under surveillance instead of the hybrid moniker you’re under, he needs to keep you and the weapons separate.

Like you could do any damage to him with your arm in a sling, bruised, grazed and sore, all whilst on sleeping pills and painkillers for God’s sake. If you were faking all of that, call the Academy cos there’s a new Best Actress in town.

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Part five.

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[borathae]

“The sun is kissing the old day goodbye and yet you and and your lover are very far from letting the day end. Drunk from witches’ wine, heated up from a beach walk and with eyes only for each other, you allow your bodies to connect in the most pleasurable of ways.”

Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: Smut, established relationship!AU

Warnings: devoted service sub!Yoongi, soft Dom!Reader, (love)drunk sex, love making, they are both giddy and so in love, lotsa kissing, he is such a Good Boy in this!, he kneels for her, body worship, oral (f. & m.receiving), rimjob (f.receiving), he fucks her pussy with his monster tongue, vaginal fingering, he touches her hole without slipping in, edging & orgasm control (f.receiving), multiple orgasms for both, hair pulling (m.receiving), he has sensitive nipples, she rides him Cowgirl and in Lotus, he wants to hold hands and hug!, eye contact, i will fucking break, loving dirty talk, praise, a digusting amount of “i love you”s are exchanged, possessive talk, it’s the trope of “i never liked sex but with you i can’t stop wanting it, so please hold me close. i need you”, i’m gonna throw up they are so in love!!

Wordcount: 14k

a/n: this is the night of this chapter from MV :( i literally!!! i love them so much :(( i don’t think i will ever love a couple as much as i love them :(

The door slams closed.

“Yoongi”, you gasp.

“Sorry, I used too much strength”, he apologises, chasing your kiss with puckered lips, “kiss me.”

“God”, you stumble and giggle, “we probably woke the entire house.”

“So? It’s morning already either way”, he dismisses you and chases you to the bed with you in his arms, “kiss me, please.”

Your arms hook behind his head again, your fingers tangle in his soft hair.

“You’re so greedy.”

“I don’t give a fuck. Kiss me.”

You chuckle, twisting his hair gently, “come and get it, lovebug.”

He kisses you instantly, making both of you stumble. He moans and cradles you against him with his fingers twisting your shirt. You giggle, leaning into him gladly.

The walk back from the beach took way too long. You just couldn’t stop kissing each other. You did so on the gravel path to the beach. Did so in the garden surrounded by lavender and rose beds. You did so with Yoongi’s back pressed against the window of the kitchen door. Did so with you sitting on the stone railing of the stairs while Yoongi was keeping you safe. And Yoongi tried to do it against your bedroom door, but you pulled him inside before that could happen.

Which takes us to this current moment. Lost in a kiss once more, you fall onto the bed after Yoongi pushed you against the mattress and forced your knees to bend.

The kiss breaks because your noses crushed together.

“Ouchies, my nose”, you whine.

“I’m sorry”, Yoongi says and kisses the tip of it, “so sorry”, he says and then he opens his mouth to take your nose inside.

“Yoongi, what are you doing?” you laugh, shaking your head to get free of your nose prison.

“I was healing you”, he says, pouting.

“You were being weird, that’s what you were doing”, you tease and rub your nose. He frowns. You giggle, “you’re cute, my love.”

His frown drops, sparkly eyes replace it.

“My love”, he says, “my love, I want to make you feel good.”

“You already do.”

“Better than that.”

“Okay? What are you thinking of?”

“Can I show you? I suck at words.”

“Of course, my love.”

“I think you’re the most beautiful person”, he whispers and lowers his lips to your neck. He nudges your head to tilt it up with his nose and then claims the emptiness by kissing every inch of you.

“Well, I think….you’re the most…beautiful”, you sigh the words, struggling with them because he makes it hard to talk. His touch is like heaven, his kisses paradise. He has reached your collarbones by now, kissing them gently as his fingers play with the hem of your jumper. 

“Can I take it off?” he asks.

“Yes.”

He tugs it off, doing it with such vigour that your nose gets caught in it. He bends it into an unnatural position, earning himself a loud “aah!” from you.

“Sorry.”

The sweater hits the floor. He is sitting on your lap, you are staring up at him with a pulsating nose. His eyes are widened cutely, his pouty lips parted.

“Sorry. Does it hurt lots?” he asks and goes to rub his fingers against your nose. Softly and with the intent to heal. 

“No, but gosh why do you hate my nose so much?”

“I don’t, I’m sorry. Is just hard to coordinate myself”, he whines and leans in to take your nose into his mouth again. 

“Yoongi”, you squeak, laughing wholeheartedly, “don’t do that.”

Yoongi hums around your nose just once and then ends it with a flick of his tongue and a little kiss. You wipe it dry, sending him a faux annoyed look. 

“So weird”, you murmur, but despite that you wrap your arms around him and snuggle your cheek against his chest. 

Yoongi’s perky butt leaves your lap as you pull him close, his arms wrap around your body instantly.

“I love you, my Yoongi”, you coo, “oh god, you’re so cute and funny and lovely and I wanna squish you”, you say, shaking him from side to side gently. 

Yoongi accepts it with burning cheeks and his eyes squeezed shut in a giddy smile. 

“Mhhm”, you hum and lift your head. Yoongi meets your gaze, mirroring the drunken yet honest love you have for him, “do you agree, love?”

“With what?”

“That you’re cute and funny and lovely and the most beautiful person ever”, you say, smiling so brightly your cheeks puff out. 

Yoongi’s cheeks are the colour of strawberries by now, he feels so giddy that he wonders whether his insides turned into jello. Lowering his eyes first, he nods his head timidly. 

“You do? Then tell me.”

“I’m funny”, he murmurs. 

“And?”

“And”, he lowers his head, “and cute and lovely and yeah.”

“One more thing.”

“Beautiful. I’m beautiful”, he whispers.

“Yes”, you squeak out, squeezing his middle, “oh Yoongi, I love hearing you talk like this. You are so precious.”

Yoongi feels too overwhelmed by this. By you. You make him feel so good without even trying and Yoongi can’t handle it. He pushes you into the sheets, knocking a breathy sound out of you, and lowers his lips to your chest.

“Thank you”, he gets out, “thank you. My love, you’re my love.”

“Oh that’s really nice”, you whisper, tingling all over. Your eyes flutter closed as your body falls into the sensations. 

Yoongi doesn’t know where to stay. He is so overwhelmed by how much he loves you that he wants to worship every inch of you at the same time. One second he is loving the tenderness of your breasts and the other he is sucking hickeys onto your tummy. One moment he is running his hands up and down your sides and the next he can’t stop feeling up your arms. Truly, Yoongi doesn’t know where to touch and kiss. Every inch of you is so precious to him.

He does linger on your lower tummy, the hem of your pants to be more exact. The sweet scent of your arousal keeps him hooked. It mixes with the feeling of booze running through his veins and makes him so droopy that his head turns.

You were burning up in pleasure before the quietest call of your name makes you lift your head.

“Yeah?”

Yoongi is looking up at you with pleading eyes, “can I eat you out?” he pouts, “please?”

You nod your head and drop it in the sheets. Then you lift your hips so he could undress you.

Yoongi takes the opportunity gladly, getting off of bed for it. He slips your pants and panties down your legs and drops them where they leave your body. Then he connects his hands with your body, starting at your ankles and running them up your legs slowly. 

The touch feels so good that you have to sigh and squirm. 

He reaches your hips and tightens his grip, tugging you to the edge of the mattress this way. It makes you squeak and giggle because you didn’t expect it.

Your gazes meet. At least you think they would, because in reality, Yoongi is mesmerised by your middle, licking his lips repeatedly. You lift your legs and prop them up on the mattress. You are on full display this way, presenting yourself to him gladly.

“Oh god”, Yoongi chokes out, running his hands to your inner thighs. 

“Do you like the view?”

“I love it”, he croaks and whimpers desperately, “wanna taste you so bad. You’re so pretty and, and wet…”

“Do it. Taste me.”

Yoongi pushes your thighs apart and dives in. He doesn’t waste time once he gets your consent. Especially not when it comes to giving you head. He loves it so much that his ideal reality would consist of him lapping at you for days on end. He knows that you would never agree to this, but Yoongi truly dreams of it. He could survive on nothing but your taste, he truly could. 

“So yummy, you’s so yummy”, he babbles and hums loudly, “mhm you’s so yummy.”

“You do it so well”, you sigh, “ah Yoongi, it feels so good.”

He switches between flicking his tongue through your lips and swirling it on your clit. It sounds wet and sloppy, but feels like heaven. His big hands are grasping your thighs, keeping them apart for him. Not that you plan on closing your legs any time soon. He makes you feel as if you are floating. 

“I love this, is so good”, he continues to babble. The alcohol makes him chatty. It’s cute as much as it is hot, “you’s so sweet. Mhm, so good.”

“You’re…c-cute”, you stutter, gripping the sheets to twist them. Harsh, wonderful pleasure shoots through your body, starting off at your clit and spreading through your veins rapidly. Yoongi is sucking on it, flicking his tongue over it at supernatural speeds.

“Slow”, you squeak, “slow it’s, it’s”, you gasp, arching your back, “too much s-stimulation. Yoongi!”

He is going to force you to climax. It��s going to be one of those quick, hot ones. The kind which leaves you more frustrated than anything. You love and hate them. You love the quick relief they give, but hate how unsatisfying they are. And his inhuman speeds are going to make you experience exactly that.

“Yoongi please”, you beg. One more second and you’ll break, “I- now-”

Yoongi moves away. The fire dies down. You drop into the sheets, tug at them vigorously. 

“Fuck. That was cruel”, you whine, huffing out air in frustration. Being edged isn’t better either. 

"I love your pussy, love it so much", Yoongi says and dives down again. He repeats what he did before, sucking on your clit and swirling his tongue over it at inhuman speeds. The fire begins anew. Harsh, quick, intense. You twist the sheets, arch your back, whimper his name. And by now, you know what he is doing. He stops again when you are on the brink of breaking, gives you seconds of calm and begins anew. Over and over again, with more vigour at first until he becomes gentler and a lot slower the harder you writhe in desperation. By the time he lifts his head for longer than a few seconds, a brush of a feather would most definitely be enough to break you. 

“Yoongi. Please”, you let out, writhing and squirming on the sheets without pause. You need to move to be able to bear the agonies of being denied.

“Your pussy’s throbbing”, he lulls, drooling all over his chin, “is cute. You’re cute when you’re edged.”

“Shut up and eat my pussy, fuck. You’re torturing me”, you croak.

“Is what you get.”

“For what? I, I didn’t do anything.”

“Is what you get for being so perfect.”

“Eat my pussy and stop sweet talking, please.” 

Yoongi follows, but not because he wants to do it for you. He wants to do it for himself. Your taste is so addicting. He thought that the witches' wine would be the sweetest thing he tastes tonight, but he was thankfully wrong. You are the sweetest thing. You are sweeter and more addictive than anything Yoongi could ever taste. Honestly, if he wasn’t as drunk as he was right now, you would be the reason why his head is turning so much. 

He concentrates his sloppy licks on your entrance. You taste the sweetest there and you don’t get overstimulated within seconds. Yoongi sometimes hates that you love his oral skills so much. Not because he hates that you feel good or that you can orgasm because of them. But because you always get so incredibly close way too quickly. Yoongi always has to slow down or break away and he doesn’t like that. He wants to keep lapping at your sweetness, taste you and get lost in his favourite meal and yet he can’t. It’s so unfair that you love it so much! Yoongi wants it longer and oh so much longer. 

So he really likes to stay at your entrance, switching between grinding the flat of his tongue against you and sucking out your sweetness. You flinch each time he does the second, ending it with a sigh of his name and a little giggle. 

Yoongi more than anything loves that you can giggle in his presence and more importantly, that you giggle because of him. He wasn’t lying when he told you that he wanted to study you so he could love you how you deserve to be loved. Truly, he learned countless languages in his long life and yet there is none sweeter and lovelier to learn than your language of love. Yoongi thinks that it would be okay to forget every single language for as long as he still knows how to speak to your heart. That’s all that really matters anyways. 

“My love”, he gets out and opens his eyes to look up at you. You have your eyes closed and head rolled to the side. You are practically glowing in pleasure, stealing his breath away, “you’re beautiful”, he croaks, “oh god, you’re beautiful.”

He buries himself back in your warmth and whimpers. He gets sloppy again, without a clear goal in mind. He wants to worship every single inch of you at the same time and yet he can’t. He moans and groans and whimpers into you, using his entire head to feast on your sweet pussy. 

“Oh god”, you keen, “oh god, Yoongi. Yoongi, it’s so good. Please, oh god.”

Somewhere along his desperate quest of being everywhere at the same time, Yoongi manages to tilt your hips up and therefore force your legs to slip. 

“Oh! Ah! Help!” you squeak, fearing for your life only for Yoongi to pick up your flailing feet and prop them against his shoulders. Like this, you are putting some of your weight on him, while he carries the rest by holding you under your butt. 

“Rely on me. Is fine, you’re not heavy”, he murmurs, giving your butt a gentle squeeze.

Speaking of butt. Yoongi is greedy, gluttonous and without a clear thought in his foggy mind. His tongue slips to your rim. He flicks his tongue over it. Once because then you tense up and close your legs on his head. Your hands reach down and twist his hair.

“W-wait. Wait Yoongi, wait.”

He lifts his head. You are staring at him with widened eyes. 

“Don’t stop me. I had to take it too, so you’re taking it too”, he says, furrowing his brows.

“But, but it’s-”

“It’s perfect. You’re perfect. Every inch of you is perfect. Don’t be embarrassed, stop that”, he mewls and pouts, “you’s perfect. Please”, he mumbles cutely and pouts harder. 

“Okay”, you give in, opening your legs, “fine. Do it.”

Yoongi watches as you close your eyes and relax your body. 

“Can I really do it?” he still makes sure because the last thing he wants to do is force you to do something you don’t want to do. 

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Good. That’s good. You’re perfect”, he whispers and returns to where he loves it most. 

He tilts your hips, allowing his tongue access to your tight hole. He swirls the tip of his tongue over it, tracing it, tasting it, feeling it up. He loves how soft you are and how you are tensing under him. He loves how your pussy is so wet that your sweetness managed to run down to your little hole as well and how it’s now coating his tongue. And he loves how you are digging your feet into his shoulders as you are chasing him for more.

Yoongi moans and gives it to you gladly. He can’t get enough of you and it’s only been a few seconds. He places the flat of his tongue on your hole and grinds it back and forth, incorporating eager sucks every now and then. He has to get every single droplet of your taste. He can’t live without it. He just can’t.

“Oh god, that feels…..” you writhe and twist his hair, “...Yoongi, fuck….”

So this is how a rimjob feels. No wonder Jungkook is so fucking obsessed with them. And no wonder Yoongi couldn’t control his voice when you made him sit on you. This feels fucking incredible. 

You can’t stop moaning and writhing and twisting his hair. You thought that you wouldn’t like it at first – you’re awkward, still thinking that they would be weirded out by parts of your body – but you love it. It’s not embarrassing at all and his tongue is so, so warm and feels so incredibly wet against your rim. 

You flinch into him, releasing a shaky moan. Yoongi lifts his tongue, thinking you wanted to flee.

“Do you like it, my love? Are you comfortable?” he asks.

“Yeah”, you nod your head, “yeah, like it. Yoongi, love it.”

“I love it too”, he says and returns to his favourite spot. He wants to taste your pussy again, planning to return to your rim once you are close again. 

“Oh”, your hips buck up and bury his nose in your pubes, “oh god.”

Yoongi purrs, pulling you closer to his face and sucking on your clit with his eyes focused on you. You can’t see that he looks at you. You are too far gone to be able to open your eyes. Yoongi doesn’t mind that you aren’t looking, all he really wants to see is how your face changes in pleasure. It makes him so happy to see how good he serves you. He also loves how close to you he is right now. Your pussy smells so good and your pubes feel so soft against his nose. He could honestly live in here. He is so obsessed with every inch of you.

“Yoon-”, you whimper and he knows what to do. He stops sucking to lick up and down your clit instead. It’s a smooth rhythm, slow yet intense because he keeps pressing himself into you. The electric pleasure sits oh so deep inside your stomach, making you arch your back because nothing else helps. 

“Yoongi”, the way you say his name makes his cock throb in his jeans. You are close again. He hates that you are because he doesn’t want to stop, but also loves it because he gets off on making you feel good. He guides his tongue through your folds. They are so fucking puffy and hot around him.

“You’re so swollen for me”, he lulls and chuckles against your pussy, “fuck princess, love it when your pussy’s all puffy for me.”

You mewl, gripping the sheets and twisting them. He can be so nasty sometimes. 

“Gotta fucking love it”, he murmurs and wiggles his tongue into your pussy. 

Your legs close around his head again. You squeak, tensing up because oh my god what is happening? His tongue is filling you up. Not only a little, but actually filling you up. As if he was fucking you with his fingers or stuffing his cock into you.

“Yoongi stop, wait.”

He breaks away from you, panting like a rapid dog with his tongue sticking out. You ogle it. It’s normal. Terribly pink and wet, but normal. 

“W-what did you do?”

“Nothing”, he lies, “I won’t do it again. I’m sorry, I don’t know why I did it.” 

“No, no what did you do?” you say, “be honest, can you grow your tongue? I swear to god, you always do stuff like that and I can’t tell.”

“Maybe”, he says.

“Show me.”

Yoongi moves in and buries his tongue back in your pussy.

“No, I meant-”

He fills you up again. Wet, hot, long. He pumps it in an out of you quickly, curling it each time he graces over your g-spot. The sensation is so fucking intense that your head begins turning.

“-actually, yeah that’s exactly what I meant. Fuck”, you twist the sheets and open your legs as far as the position allows you to, “Yoongi…”

Yoongi growls, tearing up because he forgets to blink. He can’t believe how lost in pleasure you look. He is doing something so utterly selfish and you love it. You actually love it. 

He thought about sticking his tongue into you ever since he first tasted you. He wanted to do it in the church, thought about doing it in the gym, craved it in the sitting room and ached for it each time he ate you out. But he always held back because his growing tongue is embarrassing to him and he was sure you would be weirded out by it. Tonight the alcohol made him reckless and he lost his composure, but instead of judging him, you love it. Yoongi is so happy that he could scream.

But he doesn’t scream. He growls into you like a fucking demon and speeds up his tongue. He is fast and he wants you to never forget that. He isn’t the fasted fucking vampire for nothing. He’ll use that shit to get you to scream in his stead. 

And you do. Oh, you fucking do. You scream his name and about how he is making you cum all while your tasty pussy is convulsing around his tongue. And once again, Yoongi curses his own talent because fuck, why you gotta be so close again? 

Despite his heart aching, he slips his tongue out of you and allows it to switch back to human size. 

“Stop being sensitive”, he whines, but you can’t hear him. Too big is the agony of once again being denied.

“I wanna cum”, you whimper and sob, “please don’t edge me anymore.”

“Then stop being sensitive.”

“Wow okay, it’s not like a have control over that, Mister. You’re the one with the demonic skills.”

“Sorry, just don’t wanna stop”, he murmurs, lifting himself just a little so your hips naturally tilt up. Then he finally makes good on his promise and returns to your rim. It is wet from his drool and your dripping pussy, clenching under him as a shaky moan slips from your lips.

“You drive me insane”, you get out, digging your toes into his shoulders as hot pleasure courses through you, “like fuck, Yoongi you fucking demon.”

Yoongi growls, agreeing with you with his fingers squeezing your flesh. He is a demon and you are the fire he needs to live. His chest rumbles in a growl because this is all he can do right now. He speeds up his tongue on your rim and squeezes your hips. It feels so good and yet you want more. 

“Yoongi”, you sigh, “Yoongi, I need your fingers too.”

Yoongi purrs, changing his grip on you so he could slide his right hand to your pussy. He connects two of his fingers with your clit and rubs circles on it. Then he buries his thumb in your pussy, eliciting a loud moan from you. His thumb has the perfect length and girth to fill you up. This is heaven. It really is.

“Holy shit, don’t stop”, you croak, curling your toes on his shoulders. This is it. This is the best thing you ever felt. His wet tongue on your hole and his long fingers working your pussy while he keeps grunting and growling like the sexy demon he is. You are dripping all over his fingers, soiling the hair on his digits with your pleasure. Yoongi will most definitely lick them clean later. He loves it when you soak his hair with your juices. It gets him so good. Or maybe he won’t clean it off. Maybe he'll keep your juices on his fingers so he can get a glimpse of your scent every now and then. You watched him do that before and it almost made you swoon.

Yoongi is moving his thumb in and out your pussy, timing the movements with circles of his fingers. He loves how you shake because of it and how your hole is fluttering under his tongue. 

“I really wanna cum”, you confess, arching into him. 

Yoongi has two options. Edge you again or make you climax. Both sound heavenly to him. 

“Yoongi please my love, let me cum. Please.”

His tummy flutters because of your words. It is decided. He loves you way too much to edge you again. He has to grant you your wish. He can’t say no to you. 

Yoongi moans into you and presses his tongue closer. He doesn’t change anything of what his hand is doing because he doesn’t want to fuck up your build-up. Then he moans again, grinding the flat of his tongue against your hole and circling his fingers on your clit. He needs your high so fucking bad. 

“I’m cumming”, you whimper and grab his hair to make sure he stays, “please?”

He hums and nods his head. 

“Oh god”, you croak, “Yoongi!”

As much as you hate to admit it, Yoongi was so right about edging you as much as he did, because this orgasm feels life changing. No words could ever describe how intense it feels and how you feel both alive and dead. Only Yoongi can make you feel this way. Only Yoongi.

After the high, you have to physically push away from him because of how much overstimulation hurts. That’s how good he gets you. He ruined you. He destroyed you to the point where a second orgasm seems out of question.  

Yoongi lets you push him away even if he wants more. So much more. He wants more and more and more. He growls desperately in sync with you barely getting a sound out. He helps you lie down on the mattress and makes sure your feet are safely propped up.

“Shit”, he presses out and buries his face in your inner thigh to suck and lick you there. Something that tastes like you. It’s all he needs. He switches between your left and right leg, enjoying your taste with closed eyes and ragged breaths. 

You like what he is doing. It feels good and is the perfect way to calm down after such an intense high. You are tingling like crazy, feeling butterflies in your stomach. He made you feel so, so good.

Yoongi moves on to kissing and biting your tummy once your thighs physically can’t offer any more space for him. He is gripping your waist so tightly that he brings it in a little. You giggle because it tickles. 

“Wait, don’t tickle me”, you say, pushing at his shoulders softly. 

Yoongi lifts his head, revealing his red eyes and black veins to you. 

“Oh”, you let out. 

He pants, dripping saliva onto your tummy without having any kind of control over it. 

You reach out and trace his veins, “my beautiful.”

Within a second, his human face appears. As if all it took to get him back was for you to call him beautiful. 

You smile, “you just made me see stars.”

“I did?” he whispers timidly. As if he wasn’t entirely cocky about his skills mere minutes ago.

You turn over so you were facing him. He is eye to eye with you like this, gazing at you with messy lips and his eyes sparkly. You are propped up on your elbow, resting on your tummy. 

“You did. This was incredible”, you say, reaching out to cradle his cheek in your palm, “you’re an amazing lover”, you smile, “just like I said at the beach”, you add and giggle sweetly. 

Yoongi lets out a little whimper, leaning into your touch. He looks so utterly high from you and droopy from the praise. 

“I”, he begins but closes his mouth again, lowering his eyes. 

“Tell me, my love.”

“I love pleasing you”, he confesses and shimmies closer.

“You do?” you whisper, tracing his cheekbone. 

He nods his head vigorously, whispering a breathy, “yeah.”

“Oh Yoongi my love, you are so precious.”

He wiggles his shoulders, nudging your palm with his nose before he snuggles his cheek into it with closed eyes. Your heart flutters because of it. He is such a cutie when he’s drunk. 

“Yoongi my love?”

“Yes, my love?” he looks at you with big, expectant eyes. 

“I want you to know that you can say no, but I wanted to ask you if I could return the favour.”

“What do, do you mean?”

“Can I give you head?”

“Oh”, he lets out and lowers his eyes.  

“It’s just that I’m so into you, my love and, and the few times you let me or Kook suck your dick are running through my mind. You’re so sexy when you get sucked off.”

“Oh.”

“So that’s why I’m asking”, you say and tilt his head up so he is staring into your eyes, “I wanna make you feel so good, my love”, you whisper, making him gulp and then part his lips. 

His eyes race between yours. The silence between you and him is intense. Not because it’s uncomfortable, but because with every second passing in silence, the connection between you and him deepens. And it’s stealing your sanity.

Yoongi looks at your lips and speaks in a small voice, “would I please you with it?”

“Of course you would, but my love this shouldn’t feel like an obligation to you. I want you to feel comfortable and like you want it.”

“I do”, he whispers, “I’m awkward. I asked, because…like with my body. And my looks. What you told me. You know?”

“I do”, you give him a smile, “then, yes of course you would please me with it.”

“Okay”, he lowers his eyes, “I like that. It’s good. I’m awkward.”

“Don’t be, I’ll take it slow.”

“___”, he lets out and closes the distance between you and him, “kiss me.”

You tilt your head and Yoongi knows to take it. You fall into a deep kiss. Your fingers tangle in his hair, Yoongi grabs the edge of the mattress. He lowers himself until he is truly kneeling, sitting on his feet, and he has to tilt his head up to reach your lips. He loves doing that. He loves having to look up at you. Especially when he feels as fuzzy and soft as he feels tonight. He just wants to do good for you and prove to you how utterly and enthusiastically he is yours. There is no better way to show you than by looking up at you and following your every demand. 

The kiss breaks because you broke it. Yoongi chases it with parted lips and an ache of longing in his chest. He cups your face in an attempt to tug you into another kiss, but you aren’t budging, leaving him to yearn for you.

“So? Can I make you feel good too, my love?” you ask in a soft whisper. 

“I guess.”

“That’s not enough for me”, you say, “need you convinced.”

“I-”, he gets interrupted by you pulling him into a kiss. He moans deeply, feeling his chest tingle in happiness. He wants this to last forever. 

Sadly it doesn’t because you cruelly break the kiss again. This is to rile him up. You know how needy he gets when you take away his beloved kisses.

“Don’t do that all the time”, he demands with furrowed brows, but you ignore him.

You have to change positions, your neck started hurting. You sit down on the edge and let your legs tangle over it. You open them far enough that Yoongi has space between them and then you take his face into your hands. 

“Come here”, you tell him and Yoongi follows happily. 

He lifts his butt from his feet, but keeps kneeling. Like this, your face is just a little out of reach for him. You have to lower yourself and Yoongi has to lift his head. You manage to make it work, falling into a deep kiss this way. 

Yoongi wraps his arms around your waist, moaning into the kiss. He didn’t care about kissing in the past. Hell, he hated it. The aspect of exchanging saliva with someone was disgusting to him. But with you he, not once, had these thoughts. The moment you kissed him for the first time in his music room, Yoongi was obsessed. He finally understood the meaning of it. It feels so good when you kiss him. 

You run your hands down the nape of his neck and Yoongi tingles like crazy. You guide them to the front of him and Yoongi swears he can’t stop sighing. You dance your fingers over his exposed collarbones and Yoongi arches his back. 

He breaks the kiss – surprising himself with it – and looks at you. 

“I want this. Please”, he begs, making your eyes sparkle. 

“You do?” 

He nods his head. 

“I like it when you, yeah, I like it when you”, he stutters and reaches out to trace your lips, “when you do that.”

You know what he wants to say with it, but you love to tease him. 

“Do what, Yoongi?” 

“When you do that, you know what I mean”, he whines. 

You giggle, “no baby, I don’t. You gotta use your big boy words.”

“When you suck my dick”, he blurts out with burning cheeks and a pout on his lips, “why are you so mean? You know what I was talkin’ bout.”

“Oh my most loved”, you say and hug him against your chest. You kiss the crown of his head and sway him from side to side, giggling happily, “you are so cute. Oh my cutie, you make me so happy. Oh my love, I want to make you feel so, so good.”

“You do”, he whispers, enjoying your hug with closed eyes. He is resting against your naked breasts and they are so, so soft and warm. Yoongi loves this feeling so much. 

“You’re my cutie patootie, Yoongi Boongie.”

“I’m what?” he looks up at you with big, sparkly eyes. 

“My cutie patootie.”

“Oh”, he blushes, “I like it. I’m your patootie.”

You squeak, “oh my god, Yoongi.” 

“What?” 

“You are so cute, holy fuck. I’m gonna throw up, you are so cute.”

He hides away in your chest, “this was so dumb”, he mumbles, “I’m drunk, is dumb what I said. Don’t tell anyone.”

“Of course I won’t and it’s not dumb. It’s cute and you’re cute. God, I wanna make you feel so good, you have no idea”, you say and squeeze him, “I even have an idea about how I want to do it”, you say. 

“Okay, tell me.”

“I’ll show you, yeah?” 

“Okay.”

You let go of him and lie back down on your tummy. You are eye to eye again. You smile whilst he blushes.

“Now stand up and let me do it like that.”

He lowers his eyes, blushing harder.

“Do you want it like this?” you make sure.

“Yeah I do”, he whispers and throws his hand over his eyes, “oh god, I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to, it’s just….it’s sexy, yeah.”

You snicker, “yeah? Like it?”

He nods his head, “yeah…” he confesses and gets to his feet. He scrambles to take off his jeans and later briefs. He steps out of them once they are by his feet. Then he closes the distance between you and him, covering himself with this hand. 

You look up at him. The bed is high enough that your lips are exactly at the height of his dick. What a perfect coincidence.He looks really tall in this position, gazing down at you with vibrant red cheeks. Despite the major height difference, you feel in charge. There is no ounce of dominance in his gaze, no hint of authority in his stance. He is utterly and happily yours, ready to fulfil your every command.

You get to your knees to make it easier for yourself. Just for a little while. You have to make sure that he keeps his hands away. You take them and guide them behind his back. Like this, you can gaze deep into his eyes while Yoongi barely manages to look at you. Your fingers are tight around his wrists. Yoongi lets you move them without any sort of resistance, breathing heavily because of it. He feels so tiny and soft right now. It feels so, so good. 

You are only a tilt of the head away from kissing him. The energy between you and him feels electric. Yoongi gulps, shivering unbearably when you dance your fingertips up and down the inside of his wrists. He is so tender there. 

“Keep them just like this”, you whisper. 

Yoongi intertwines his fingers with each other, squeezing his own hands. It brings a smile to your lips. The view is so addictive to him that his knees wobble and he squeezes his hands even harder just so he can do an even better job for you and make you smile brighter. 

“You’re such a good boy”, you praise, dancing your hands along his waist to his tummy. 

He chases your touch, biting down on his lower lip for a second before he licks it instead. You have no idea how much he is burning up. The alcohol in his system makes him so much more sensitive than he is on normal days. The knowledge that you were now truly and utterly yourself again without any evil witches hiding in your dreams, makes him so happy that he gets even more sensitive. And you are making him feel so safe and loved that Yoongi has been slowly and ever so slowly shifting into this soft, small and vulnerable headspace and it’s adding even more sensitivity to this. In conclusion, the mere air which you breathe out and which swirls over his skin is enough to cover him in goosebumps, your warm touch feels unbearable in comparison. 

“I’m not a good boy.”

“You’re not?”

He shakes his head. 

“No? Then you’re my patootie.”

“Stop”, he gasps and looks at the floor. He giggles. It’s high-pitched and sounds so not all like Yoongi. You can’t describe what this does to you. You just know that you are overcome with this urge to hold him.

Truly, sometimes you want to squeeze this man until he breaks in your fingers. Cuteness aggression. You read of it somewhere and never believed it to be real. It is very real. You are so overtaken by adoration for this man that you want to take him into your arms and squeeze until he crumbles. 

But you don’t. Obviously, because you could never hurt him. Instead you tug him closer to you and begin covering every single inch of his pretty face in kisses. 

“I love you, I love you, I love you”, you babble between kisses, “I love you so much, holy fuck I love you so much. My love, you’re my love. I love you.”

Yoongi laughs and whines and smiles and laughs so much that a few droplets of tears escape his eyes. He isn’t actually crying. He is just so happy that he wants to tear up. It’s not stupid. At least he tells himself that. 

You kiss them right away, then cover his forehead in kisses as well. 

“My love, oh my love. I love you”, you say, ruffling his hair from grabbing it so vehemently, “I love you.” 

You end your love attack by kissing his lips. Yoongi moans into the kiss, fighting against his urges to wrap his arms around you and press you close. He has to keep his hands behind his back. You told him to do so and it feels so good to obey you. Yoongi blames the booze on his state of mind (it’s not the alcohol, he just secretly loves being your good boy, but he isn’t ready for that confession yet). 

The kiss breaks when you are both breathless. 

“Fuck Yoongi”, you press out, slipping your hands to the sides of his neck. Your foreheads are resting against each other, “you have no idea how much I love you.”

“I love you too, like, the most I ever loved another person”, he whispers and lowers his head as he exhales shakily, “please touch me.”

It was only three words, thirteen letters and yet they are so destructive to you that you have to gasp for air. Yoongi just asked to be touched.

“Yes”, you press out, “yes my love, of course I will touch you. Oh my love”, you kiss his lips, “I love you”, you get out and hug him, “god, I love you.”

He murmurs something you can’t quite understand, but you don’t ask for clarification. He definitely told you that he loved you too and was too shy to speak up. You squeeze him one last time and then you finally lay back down. 

“I wanna touch you so well, explore you and find the parts you love the most”, you say, switching your eyes from gazing at his face to gazing at his cock, “you have no idea how much I’m thinking about touching you. It’s all I’m thinkin’ bout sometimes.”

His cock is as hard as it can get, leaking strings of desperation. It throbs when you look at it, making your tummy turn in excitement. Your love and adoration made him wet to the point where it’s trickling out of him. He can’t even hide how much he loves your attention. You feel so good because of it, because it means that he loves being coddled and you love coddling him, so you can do it a lot more from now on.

“Your cock is so, so pretty my love”, you say. 

He throbs. Again. How cute. How wonderful. How perfect he is.

“And so leaky. God Yoongi, you have no idea how much I wanna taste you”, you say and wrap your fingers around the base of him, “come closer.”

He follows instantly, squeezing his own hands in anticipation. 

“You seriously have the prettiest cock”, you mumble and kiss his tip, “so pretty. So, so pretty. The prettiest cock in the entire universe”, you babble between continuous kisses all over his glazed over tip. It’s so flushed and tender. You can’t get enough of it. 

It’s also so adorable how pink Yoongi gets. His knuckles and fingertips, his elbows and knees, his cheeks and button nose. And his cock. Yoongi merely has to receive enough of your attention and his body shows you his happiness in flushes of different pink tones. It makes you both incredibly smitten for him and intensely hungry for more. 

You dart your tongue out and swirl it over his velvety cockhead. 

“Mhm”, he lets out and heaves for air. You know that he does, because you can feel the air he exhales swirl over your back. You like the sensation, rewarding him by tilting his cock up so you could kiss down his swollen vein. It throbs and pulsates under your lips and above you, Yoongi exhales shakily once more. Your skin tingles where his breath dances over you. It feels so good. 

“So pretty, you’re so beautiful”, you whisper, worshipping his balls with eager kisses while your fingers massage his tip. You make sure to pay special attention to his frenulum. You learned from the few times he allowed you to touch him that he really likes this spot being touched. It’s not directly on his frenulum, but just left of it. He gets especially wet when you touch him there. 

Tonight it’s intensified by the fact that he is drunk, super in love with you and overall in a very sensitive headspace. He is leaking like crazy, whining your name as breathily as possible. 

“And you have such pretty balls too”, you whisper, kissing up his vein again, “seriously every inch of you is perfect. Every goddamn fucking inch.” 

He drips into your mouth as you wrap your lips around him. He couldn’t help it. He gets so wet for you. Especially tonight. Oh god, especially tonight. Yoongi moans desperately and tilts his head back. Especially tonight. Why is he so sensitive tonight? Why does this feel so good tonight? What’s happening to him? What has been happening to him lately? First you get him to sit on your tongue and moan without control and now he can’t stop leaking for you. He is changing and he can’t control it. Oh, Yoongi has to squeeze his own hands because all he wants to do is grab your hair and pull you off. 

He doesn’t want to pull you off. The need to do so is an instinct from his past. A stupid, exhausting instinct he needed for survival. But he doesn’t need to survive from you, he is allowed to live. Live for you and more importantly live with you. And living right now feels like paradise. Living right now means that he is allowed to have his cock worshipped and to actually like it. Living right now means arching his back and gasping for air as you let him glide over your warm tongue. 

And living right now means moaning your name when he hits the back of your throat and feels the vibrations of your voice course through him as you moan around him. That’s what living right now means. Warm, safe pleasure. He can let go. He can enjoy. And he does. He really, really does.

You slide off of him, not only for air but also to check up on him. He hasn’t noticed it yet, you sent him too far away. His head is tilted back, his neck is revealed like this and from what you can see, he has his pouty lips parted.

“So beautiful”, you rasp, “oh my love, you’re beautiful.”

You take him back inside, moving your head back and forth on his cock while you suck him vigorously. You concentrate the attention on the first two inches of his length, swirling your tongue over his tip each time you can. The parts you don’t taste right now, you massage with eager fingers. He should feel good all over. You really, really want this for him. 

Yoongi moans and forgets to think. He places his hand on the back of your head and closes his fingers around a bundle of your hair. The punishment is instant. You slip off, sit up and pin his hands back. 

“Keep them behind your back, Boongie”, you order firmly but with blinding love in your eyes, “I want you to be my good boy and keep them behind your back. Please.”

Yoongi blinks at you with droopy, glassy eyes.

Studying his features, you furrow your brows “what’s wrong? What does this face mean?”

“I’m yours”, he croaks, having his knees buckle, “please don’t leave me.”

“I’m not leaving you, silly”, you say and smooch his cheek, “now behave and keep them behind your back. Okay?” you make sure and boop his nose.

“Okay”, he lets out, nodding his head in obedience.

“That’s my good boy”, you grin mischievously and add a whispered, “good kitty.”

Which results in Yoongi’s face falling in utter surprise and then becoming beet red seconds later. You giggle, giving his button nose one last boop for good measures.

And with that, you get comfortable again. Unlike before, you lie down on your back, allowing your head to tangle over the edge just enough that your throat is stretched. His cock is throbbing above you, leaking onto your lips. 

“You like that?” you ask.

“Yeah”, he gets out and moans shakily as he exhales. 

“I like it too. I think. I never did that before”, you giggle, “but I’m excited”, you confess and reach up to hold his cock. You tilt it down to your lips and let it slide back inside. 

“Ah”, Yoongi squeaks out and looks away. He can’t look at this. You are gazing up at him with so much love, while your lips move around his cock and Yoongi can’t bear to look at it. It’s too sexy of a view. He will break within seconds.

You don’t mind that he is shy about eye contact. You like watching him blink rapidly as his eyes try to find a spot to focus on and how his lips open and close as he keeps continuously gasping for air. It’s adorable and arousing and you can’t get enough of him. You slide your hand to his hip and with a gentle push make him fuck into you.

He stumbles closer and presses out a curse, keeping his mouth open as he inhales so deeply his chest heaves up. 

You moan around him, grabbing his other hip as well to show him that you want him to move like this. You can’t get the view of when he fucked Jungkook’s face out of your head. Ever since then, you have been fantasising about how it would feel. This is all you want to experience yourself. You need him to find pleasure this way.

“I-”, Yoongi gets out, tries to reach for you only to stop himself and squeeze his own wrist, “oh god”, he croaks, tilting his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. 

“Goo- ‘oy”, you praise him even if talking is barely impossible. The vibrations make his thighs twitch. You tighten your grip on his hips and use his moment of weakness to push him closer. He slides down your throat in his entirety, surprising himself with it. You are surprised yourself. You didn’t expect to suddenly be buried chin first in his pubes and to feel an immense pressure in your throat. 

You push him back. He flops out of you, dripping all over your face.

“Woah.”

He whimpers and drops his head, revealing his scrunched up nose and flushed cheeks. He twitches and shakes, aching for more. Fuck, he needs to keep squeezing his wrists in order not to reach to the front.

“Woah, did you feel that? I just took your whole dick”, you say.

He nods his head, curling his lips back as he grinds his teeth.

“That was so intense. I never did that before”, you confess and giggle, “this was so much fun.”

He nods his head and whimpers softly.

“Oh Yoongs, I love you”, you get out and take him back inside. You try to talk around him, telling him to move his hips which results in you sending various vibrations through his cock and making him shake with it. “ust ‘ike ‘is”, you mumble and guide his hips. He fills you up more and more. It’s so easy to take him in this position and it feels so, so good to do. He bottoms out mere seconds later and you guide his hips back and forth ever so slightly.

“I have to cum”, Yoongi confesses and tenses his arms as he fights the urge to hold your face, “please stop, I have to cum.”

You purr and shake your head, guiding his hips to make sure he keeps moving them. You don’t have to do much more. You just have to lay here, relax your throat and move his hips and Yoongi is already losing it. 

“I have to- ah”, he trembles and moves his hands from his back. For a second, you think that he might reach for you, but he doesn’t. He slides them under his shirt and touches his own nipples. He doesn’t know that you can see it, but you can. Soft tummy and perky nipples, you can see under his shirt now that he is sticking his arms under it. And his fingers are currently rubbing and pinching his own nipples. 

You moan desperately, bruising his hips from how aggressively you hold him. This is so hot. You speed up his movements, growling around his velvety cock as your head spins out of control. This is so hot. You need this man so much.

“You’re making me cum. Princess, you’re making me cum”, he keens, twitching with his entire body over and over again, “can I c-cum?”

“Mmhm”, you hum aggressively and nod your head. What a stupid question. Of course you want him to climax.

Yoongi pinches his nipples and as your chin gets buried in his groomed pubes, he feels the fire in his body get too much. He breaks, finding release down your throat. And it feels so good that he reaches for you, holding your face between his clammy palms as his hips keep twitching over and over again. It’s so cute how squirmy they are and how hard he tries not to squeeze your cheeks. 

“___”, he whimpers, sounding utterly and incurably submissive.

You love this man so much. No language on earth, no amount of song and art and poetry will ever be able to describe what you feel for him. No words. There are no words worthy to describe your love for him. 

You moan around him, feeling high from his cum. It’s coating your throat and tastes heavenly. Sweet like honey with a hint of grape to it. It’s probably because he is drunk. He doesn’t taste like grapes on other days, just like honey.

Oh how much you love this man. You slide off of him once he twitched for the last time and you swallowed every droplet of his sweet climax. 

“Good boy”, you praise, “good boy, you’re such a good boy. Mhm, I love your cum, my good boy”, you babble, kissing his rosy tip over and over again. He is still hard, because he is gluttonous for more and needs no time to recover. 

He does need time to heal from what you just did however. Overstimulation is still unbearable to him.

“Please. No”, he begs and places his hands over yours. 

You slow down, gazing up at him through the hazy fog of drunken pleasure. 

“Sensitive”, you breathes.

“Mhhm okay”, you purr, “did you like this?” you ask him. 

“Yeah”, he breathes out and squeezes your hands in sync with his brows furrowing.

“I loved it too. I can’t believe I actually took your whole cock.”

“Is ‘cause you’re drunk”, he mumbles and huffs out air, “sensitive. Please no touching.” 

“I’m just caressing you. Your dick’s so soft, my love.”

“Sensitive, please”, he begs and grabs your thumb, “hurts.”

“But you like pain.”

“Is too much.”

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. Look, I’m already stopping”, you say and slide your hands to his waist. You massage it gently, “Yoongi my love?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too”, he whispers and finally opens his eyes to meet your gaze. His cock throbs and leaks. Cute. 

You smile, “you’re so beautiful, my love.”

“My love, I-”, he begins and slides his hands down your neck and collarbones. 

“That feels so good”, you sigh. 

“I wanna be inside you”, he confesses.

“Yeah?” you open your mouth.

“No, in your pussy”, he says, feeling up your tummy even if he has to get on his tippy toes to reach you. He doesn’t even care that he is currently rubbing his balls all over your face. He is so mesmerised by you. 

“Okay, you can just-”, you snicker, “-stop rubbing your balls all over me.”

He stumbles back, “sorry. I don’t- sorry.”

You sit up and tug him into you, “don’t worry about it. I liked it”, you assure him and close your legs around him, “how do you wanna take me? Like this?”

“No. Wanna lie and you’re on top.”

“Hot.”

“Do you want this too?”

“Of course I do.”

“Can we do it now? Please, princess?”

“Yes, my love. Let’s do it.”

You talk as you are switching positions.

“Was this nice for you?” you ask him.

“Yeah, was nice.”

“Did you feel uncomfortable?”

“No.”

“I wasn’t uncomfortable either. Your dick was really far down my throat and it was foreign at first, but I really liked it.”

“I was deep”, he says and lowers his eyes shyly, “it was good.”

“It really was. I also watched you rub your nipples. That felt good to you, didn’t it?”

He nods his head and blushes. He is sitting on the mattress, having his knees pulled to his body sideways.

You shimmy closer, “I will remember that”, you caress his arm, “one day I wanna know all the spots you love the most so I can make you feel as good as possible.”

“You already do.”

“No. No, I think I can do it even better”, you say and give him a playful grin, “I think you’re still keeping a few spots from me.”

“No, I don’t”, he lies, making you snicker.

“Okay, okay if you say so. I think you’re lying.”

“You can’t prove it.”

“Sure, I can’t”, you say sarcastically and snicker.

Yoongi grins, tilting his head to the side playfully. He even flutters his lashes at you.

“You’re so cute, my love”, you coo and lift your hips so you can get in top of him.

“Wait”, he stops you.

“What’s wrong?”

“I wanna-”, he stops taking and instead does it. He takes off his shirt, throwing it to the side. Then he looks up at you with big, expectant eyes. 

“Really?” you breathe.

He nods his head, “I’m safe.”

You smile, cupping his cheeks, “oh my love, of course you are.”

“And I’m drunk”, he laughs shyly, “is ‘cause I’m drunk.”

“Okay, okay I understand”, you snicker, “you’re one of the wild ones when you drink, huh?”

He laughs, nodding his head, “yeah, wild ones. Just for you though.”

“Mhm okay, okay just for me. My wild boy.”

“No. Wild patootie. Wanna be that.”

“Okay fine”, you squeak, “oh you are so cute, I could burst. Can I get on your lap now?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m really excited for this”, you say.

“Me too. I like it when you do that, yeah.”

“Do what?”

“Ride me”, he pouts, “don’t make me say all the shit, it’s embarrassing.”

“No it’s not, you’re just awkward”, you tease and sit down on his lap.

“So don’t make me say it”, he whines.

You snicker, “you’re cute”, you say and place your hand on his chest to push him down. You don’t get to the pushing part, because he drops with the first touch, sliding his big hands to your hips and gazing up at you with devoted eyes. 

You smile, he retorts it. 

“You really wanted to lie down, didn’t you?”

He nods his head, “dizzy.”

“Me too”, you say, lifting your hips from his lap so you can move over his cock.

He furrows his brows, touching your waist and holding it tightly so he can stabilise you.

“Do you want this?” he asks.

“Of course I do, my love. Don’t worry about me, I like being dizzy right now. You made me dizzy, it’s nice to be drunk with you.”

“Okay. I think so too. I don’t feel so awkward.”

“Mhm and you’re really cute”, you say and touch his cock, “ready? I wanna sink down on you.”

He nods his head vigorously, squeezing your waist, “please take me.”

You lower yourself and allow him to slide into you. His eyes fall closed and his lips part in a breathy moan. You sigh, fighting the urge to close your eyes as well. You can’t miss out on his face, it’s too pretty not to look at.

“M-mine”, you whisper.

“Yours”, he croaks, running his hands to your hips, “is so good.”

“It’s so good”, you agree, taking in the last inch of him. You can feel him inside you. It doesn’t hurt at all. It feels like warm, constant pressure deep in your tummy. You run your hand to where it feels the most intense and press into the spot.

His thighs tense and his knees lift up for just a second before they drop again and he moans your name. You are always fucking obsessed with when he moans your name. It’s rare, which means that whatever you are doing is affecting him so much that he has to call out for you.

“You’re so deep, my love”, you sigh, “you’re reaching me all the way to here”, you say, drawing circles on your tummy, “it’s so nice, feel it.”

He lets you take his hand and guide it to the spot. You put gentle pressure on it and make him draw circles on it.

“Right there….” you breathe, “feel it?”

“Yes”, he croaks, squeezing your hip with his other hand. His fingers are shaking as he does, barely wanting to apply pressure. You are ruining him. This is messing him up. To feel how deep he is, how he is part of you, how perfectly you fit together. He couldn’t imagine anything more devastating than this. It feels so good to be with you. 

“Keep doing that, please”, you order and begin moving up and down on him. You support yourself on his tummy, holding his soft waist safely between your fingers as you put some of your weight on him. Like this, you can rock your hips up and down on his cock. His knees try to lift again, his head rolls to the side and a deep moan slips from his tongue. It sounded so submissive, despite how deep it was. He presses his hand against your tummy oh so tightly, applying nice and warm pressure on where it feels the best. It intensifies how good his cock feels by a thousand times. You don’t even need stimulation to your clit to feel consumed by overwhelming pleasure.

“Yes. My love….you feel so good….”

“Good. Yeah. So good…”

Your eyes fall closed. Everything just felt way too nice. Your head drops and a shaky moan rolls off your tongue.

“So deep, my love. My love, you’re part of me”, you get out between your sounds of pleasure.

“Yours”, Yoongi answers you and peels his eyes open just enough that he can see you. You are glowing so much, looking so beautiful that he feels star struck. He abandons your hip to run his hand up to your breasts. He gathers one of them in his hand and massages it gently in careful, slow squeezes and with his thumb tracing your skin.

“That feels so good”, you sigh, arching into him.

“You’re so beautiful”, he whispers, “my love, my beautiful love.”

“You’re beautiful too I- ah fuck, so good”, you moan, squeezing his waist as he begins circling his thumb on your nipple as he massages you and that feels heavenly.

“My beautiful love”, he sighs, “my beautiful. So, so beautiful. My love.”

You love being with him. You really, really do. Not only because he makes you feel happy and safe and giddy, but also because of how good sex with him feels. It feels so right and so intense without having to be rough. You aren’t doing much right now. Slow movements up and down with his hands applying pressure where it feels the best and yet you feel ruined. You wonder if this is what true love feels like and hope that if it does, it never stops.

“___?”

You open your eyes to meet his sparkly gaze.

“Yes?”

Yoongi intertwines his hands with yours, props up his elbows and then wiggles your connected hands from side to side. He smiles, chuckling deeply as he does. He even goes so far as to scrunch his nose up and squeeze his eyes into little slits. 

“Oh my god”, you let out, “oh my god, you are so cute. Oh my god, Yoongi Boongie.”

You have to chase the way he makes you feel. Your heart is fluttering like crazy and your tummy tingles so much. His length inside you feels so warm and nice as well. Not only for pleasure reasons, but also for connection. You have to feel him and make sure that the butterflies you are experiencing never stop. 

You move your hips back and forth in slow rolls, squeezing his hands as you do because all you want is to hold him close.

Yoongi’s face morphs into a slightly droopy expression. His smiles drops and turns into parted lips and widened eyes. Then a breathy gasp leaves him. Quiet and just meant for you to hear. He squeezes your hands. 

“Does that feel good, my love?” you ask him.

He nods his head and purrs quietly. 

“It feels so good for me too”, you tell him, clenching down on him, “I love being so close to you. It’s so nice and…yeah, and warm.”

“Warm”, Yoongi lets out and then you can watch how his pretty eyes roll back and fall close. His lips part farther. He lets a soft “ah” roll off his tongue. 

“You’re so pretty. Holy shit, you’re so pretty”, you breathe, “my beautiful Yoongi.”

He throbs inside you, squeezes your hands and releases another little “ah.”

You feel so good. You are riding Yoongi whilst holding both his hands. The position he has his arms propped up in, allows you to find support from holding him. Like this, moving on him becomes a lot easier to do. It’s like he is helping you without doing anything. You also love how his palms become hotter and hotter the longer you ride him. His body heat crawls up his pretty body in rosy spots on his chest and neck. It’s slowly creeping up his cheeks as well. The sun has risen enough by now that it dances into the room in swirls of golden light. It turns the pale colour of his vampire skin the most beautiful of human shades. He really is the most beautiful person on earth.

“Yoongi.”

He peels his eyes open slowly. It’s been so long since he last looked at you and now he has to moan at the view. Quietly again. Just for you to hear. You are glowing in the golden sunrise, the rays really bring out just how heated you are. Sweat glistens on your skin and makes your body look ethereal. He throbs inside you at the view, squeezing your hands.

You smile. 

“You’re beautiful”, you say. 

He mewls and closes his eyes. 

“No. Look at me, please.”

Yoongi obeys. The flush on his cheeks turns a faint red. He squeezes your hands. 

“That’s better. I love your eyes so much, my love. They look so pretty in the light.”

He flutters his lashes and exhales shakily, dropping his hands above his head. He drags your body with it this way, forcing you to rest your weight on his hands and for your back to arch so you can reach him. It’s an easy task to reach him because he grows just a little to make it possible. He grinds against your sensitive spots like this. You feel so warm and tingly because of it, grinding on him slowly. It’s enough for the both of you to feel high on pleasure.

“Careful”, you chuckle, gazing into his eyes. They sparkle at you, looking up at you with total and adoring submission. You smile. “Do you like that?”

“Yeah”, he lets out and nods his head.

“Yeah? And why’s that?”

“I’m yours”, Yoongi chokes out and trembles, having to moan because of it. Just saying these two words sends bolts of pleasure through him. He can’t describe how intense they feel, but he doesn’t want them to stop. 

“You’re mine. That’s right”, you say, making him moan again. 

He closes his eyes. You squeeze his hands. 

“My love. Eyes.”

“Princess”, he mewls, peeling them open. They sparkle even more than before. 

“That’s better. Yoongi, my love, Yoongi I love this so much.”

“Love it too”, he sighs and closes his eyes halfway. 

“I love you, Yoongi Boongie.”

“My love”, he lets out, reaching up to hug you. He tugs you down with one arm around you and his other hand on the back of your head. Your face falls into the crook of his neck naturally, he lifts his head so he can find refuge in your own. He inhales deeply and as he exhales, trembles and whimpers your name. 

He smells so good. Like his perfume, but also like his warmth. He smells like heaven, making you feel hazy in the best way. Your chests are touching, your tummies too. Like this, your clit is grinding against his skin, so moving your hips is difficult. 

Yoongi takes over for you, moving into you in slow but deep rolls of his hips.

“Oh god”, you let out, twisting your hands in his hair, “Yoongi…”

“I love you”, he chokes out, “I love you so much. My love, my princess, my beloved”, he chants, chasing you with needy hips. He never goes too rough or fast. This was supposed to be slow and relaxing. And it is. You feel so relaxed and at peace, whilst at the same time trembling in pleasure. Only Yoongi gets you like this. Both calm yet trembling. Both comforted and yet ruffled. Only Yoongi manages to get you that good. 

“I love you”, he gets out between breathy moans, “my only love.”

These words are precious to him. They’re not easy for him to speak, not because he doesn’t want to but because he is shy about them. But he wants to say them tonight. Over and over again. He wants to tell you that he loves you. The alcohol buzzing in his veins makes him feel brave, your presence does the rest. The walk on the beach runs through Yoongi’s mind. He never felt like this with someone before and he doesn’t want it to stop.

He pulls you closer and chases you with deep thrusts.

“I’m yours”, he gets out shakily, “I’m yours.”

“You’re mine. All mine.”

“Oh god”, his hips stutter. He whimpers and squeezes your body, “oh god.”

He sits up with you, lifting you off his cock for a bit. He crosses his leg.

“Put your legs around me”, he begs, “please.”

You follow and seconds later he sits you down on his cock. He goes slow, gazing up at you with hazy eyes. He made sure that he shrunk again to make it as comfortable as possible for you. He knows that he doesn’t need to grow into supernatural sizes to rock your world. And he loves that he doesn’t have to, because he loves fucking you with his normal cock. He can be inside you fully this way and there is nothing better in this world than to feel you all around him. You are so warm and soft. Yoongi loves it like nothing else. 

“Ah”, you let out, cupping his cheeks. 

“Does it hurt?”

You shake your head, tracing his lips, “it just feels so good that it’s hard to accept that it’s real.”

His eyes race between yours. He bottoms out. His brows furrow and he whimpers quietly.

“I don’t want you to be a dream”, he confesses. 

“What do you mean?”

“You feel like a dream. I’m scared you’re not real sometimes.”

“I’m real.”

“I know”, his eyes become glassy, “I’m yours forever.”

“And I’m yours”, you lean in and kiss his forehead, “forever.”

“Again.”

You kiss his forehead.

“That feels so good.”

“You’re so pretty. And so cute.”

“My love”, he gets out and hugs you against him. He hides away in the safety of your chest, giving your middle a strong squeeze. Despite his strength in the hug, it never hurts. He could never go too far with you, always making sure to treat you like the most fragile treasure he ever held. And you are. Perhaps not the most fragile of all, but you are most definitely his most precious one. The one which will always shine the brightest. 

“I love this, my love. I love how deep you are”, you sigh, playing with his soft hair and feeling dizzy because of him. You grind back and forth on him, getting immense pleasure from it.

“My love”, he whispers shakily, “my love, I wanna be with you forever. Please promise me.”

“I promise, my beloved”, you sigh, squeezing him as tightly as he squeezes you.

“Thank you”, he croaks and shudders in a sob, “thank you so much, oh god I love you.”

“I love you too, Yoongi.”

“I’m so dizzy”, he sobs softly.

“Do you need a break?”

“No”, he looks up at you, stealing your breath from you. His eyes glisten in tears and yet the happiness in them is contagious, “kiss me. Please.”

You grand him his wish gladly, cradling his beautiful face between your hands with your hips connecting with his’ in slow rolls back and forth.

The kiss you share is intense. Not because you are sloppy or nasty with it, on the contrary you are both very civil in the way you kiss. Tongues are involved, eager lips too, but it is never sloppy. It is almost respectful, as if you didn’t want to soil the other. And yet it is still intense. Intense, because of how utterly fatal it is for your hearts. You are so goddamn connected. Holy fuck, you feel like one entity right now. Not two individuals, but one connected entity. This is goddamn insane. 

Yoongi breaks the kiss, because he has to moan your name, followed by a shaky, “I’m sorry, I have to cum. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, just…I need a few more strokes. I’m so close.” 

“I, I can touch your ass. Will it, it help?”

“Yeah, definitely.”

Yoongi slides his long fingers to your rim and connects them with it. He begins rubbing circles on it instantly, applying pressure.

“More pressure, please.”

Yoongi listens and you moan, clasping his heated face in a way so that you can still twirl his bangs. They are sweaty and messy, hugging your digits tightly. 

“Yes”, you moan, tightening around him, “Yoongi, this is making me cum.”

“I’m yours. Yours. Yours…nothing but yours”, Yoongi chants, staring at your face obsessively, “don’t stop, my love. Please don’t stop. I’m yours.”

“Holy fuck, oh god. Okay, it’s happening”, you writhe, tilting his head up so you can press your lips against his’. You want to kiss him as you orgasm and oh, how you kiss him. How wonderful you climax, how warm you feel, how hot you are burning up, how much you are shaking and how deep the pleasure crawls. His lips taste like heaven, his moans are honey to your ears and sugar to your tongue. This is truly what life is all about.

You break the heaven once your high calms down, slowing down your movements. 

“This was amazing”, you sigh. Your head is turning like crazy, your vision is blurry.

Yoongi whimpers, squeezing your hips. You look at him even if is difficult so soon after such a high. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Can I cum too? Please? I have to so bad.”

“What? Yoongs, I thought you already did. Why would you hold back?” you whine, “god, you silly kitty. Of course you can.”

You run your hands to his chest and begin massaging his nipples. Then you move your hips, picking up the same rhythm you had going on before. It is difficult to move because your body is ruined, but you want to do it for him. He deserves to feel as wonderful as you did.

“Like this? Do you like it like this?”

Yoongi throws his head back and gasps for air. His lips look so pretty when he parts them. He can’t tell you how much he loves it because he is currently losing himself to the pleasure. Freely and without any kind of fear. This is the most intense way of living he ever experienced and he hopes that it never stops.

“My beautiful love”, you rasp, clenching around him to make it more intense. Yoongi reacts in a throaty moan and his fingers dimpling your hips, “such a good boy, you’re doing so well. My beautiful love.”

“___, you’re making me cum”, Yoongi croaks and arches his back. 

“Cum for me. Don’t hold back.”

“Thank you”, he gasps and breaks, shaking under you as his high hits him. 

This is way more intense than his first one. It leaves him unbearably dizzy and even disoriented for a few seconds. He drops into your chest, hugging you without any sort of strength, “thank you”, he mewls, “thank you, thank you, thank you.”

"Fuck Yoongi, you’re the best. Keep going, that’s amazing. Fill me up”, you talk him through it, playing with his hair and clenching around him.

Yoongi presses put one last “thank you” and then his body finally stops shaking. 

He loses even more of his strength, leaning his weight into you and pressing out a weak little whimper. He follows it up with an incredibly polite and droopy, “thank you.”

“You’re so cute”, you say, hugging him close, “I love you.”

“I love you too”, he answers without hesitation and sighs deeply, “was so good.”

“It really was.”

You fall into comfortable silence afterwards, sharing warmth through a hug. It feels so nice to recover this way. To be so close with him and to hold him. This is the only way to recover after such an emotionally intense fuck. 

You go to the toilet once you somehow found your strength and by the time you return, Yoongi has already cleaned up. He is sitting on the bed with his eyes glued to you and no clothes on. You are so proud of him, enjoying the view with a racing heart. He is so pretty. Especially when he looks as ruined from good sex as he does right now. He is glowing so much. 

You share his state, glowing just as much.

“You are so handsome, my love”, you say, strutting to him, “you are glowing so much.”

“I feel”, he hesitates and looks at his own hands, “I don’t feel ugly”, he decides to say in the end and lifts his head to gaze at you. 

“I’m so happy for you”, you say, placing yourself between his legs and hooking your arms behind his head. You can play with his ruffled hair this way, ruffling it up even more, “you are so, so pretty and it’s amazing that you feel like agreeing today.”

He nods his head, running his hands up and down your waist.

“I think that you are the most beautiful person”, he says and runs his eyes over your body, “yeah, is what I think. It’s true. A law. Yeah. Law of nature. Hm.”

You snicker, “well, thank you, my love. It’s a law of nature too that you are the most beautiful”, you coo and giggle, leaning down to smooch his forehead.

He accepts it with closed eyes and a fluttering tummy. You step back, running your palms back and forth on his soft cheeks. It makes him pout naturally. He looks up at you with his fingers drawing circles on your hips.

“I leaked so much on the toilet right now”, you tell him, “you were seriously pumping me full of it, weren’t you?”

He lowers his eyes shyly, “I felt good. Was happy. I couldn’t help it.”

“Don’t apologise, I loved it”, you drop into the sheets next to him, “I’m so drunk, holy fuck my head’s turning.”

“Mine too, yeah.”

You chuckle and so does he. He reaches for your hand, holding it tightly. You squeeze him right back, gazing up at him with sparkly eyes. He mirrors the love you feel.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks like he always does. He wants to make sure that you are comfortable. This question will always fall after sex, no matter what you did and how you did it.

“No, you didn’t. I was very comfortable”, you assure him, “did I hurt you?”

“No. I felt nice.”

“Good, that’s very good. It made me happy to hear I love you from you so often”, you confess.

“I feel this way about you”, he says, looking at your intertwined hands shyly, “I wanna try to say it more when sober, but I’m awkward. Please don’t think I don’t feel this way when I struggle with it again.”

“Gosh Yoongi my love, I hope I didn’t make you feel guilty right now. Of course I don’t think that you don’t love me when you don’t say it a lot. I feel incredibly loved by you even without words. I just thought that you were especially cute tonight because you said it so often.”

“Okay”, he says and smiles timidly, “thank you for understanding. I feel so much for you.”

“Me too, my love.”

He squeezes your hand and then looks at you.

“Can I show you something?” he asks.

“Hmm? Of course you can.”

“Stay here, I’m getting something.”

“Okay?”

He leaves the room in nothing but his shirt. It’s long enough that it covers his butt and makes his legs look skinny. He looks cute that way. He returns after a few moments, carrying his guitar. He closes the door and locks it. He grins at you.

“There are people awake already. I heard them downstairs, but I kept quiet. I don’t wanna exist for the others”, he says as he hurries back to bed. 

He sits down cross-legged, resting his guitar on his lap.

“Are you going to play?” you ask him, shimmying closer and crossing your legs. You are face to face with him that way. 

“I wanna show you something. I’ll cry if you laugh at me”, he says and lowers his head to the guitar. He begins playing, filling the air with gentle melodies. 

“Oh Yoongi”, you get out and seconds later you feel too overwhelmed to speak. 

Yoongi begins singing, doing so with his eyes closed and his head tilted to the side slightly. He breaks up the singing with slow rapping, doing that with his brows furrowed in concentration. 

And you are too stunned to speak. Your heart races like crazy and your skin is covered in goosebumps. He can sing. Yoongi can actually sing! He sings the song he wrote for you all those months ago. You recognise parts of the lyrics. He added so much more story to it, so much more love and beauty. He is really singing a song for you. Something he wrote from the bottom of his heart. Just for you. Wow. You are crying even before Yoongi finishes the song. This is the best thing you ever experienced. 

Yoongi ends the song by strumming on his guitar. He plucks the last three notes then strums one last time and hits the body of the guitar softly as he relaxes his hand.

Silence for a second. He lifts his head halfway and then you are already around his neck. 

“Yoongi!” you squeak and sob uncontrollably, “I love you so much. This was so beautiful and, and you are so talented and oh god”, you bury your tear-stained face in the crook his neck, “I love you. I love you so, so much!”

“Did you like it?” he asks in a whisper.

“Did I like it? Yoongi. I loved it!” you squeeze him, “holy moly, this is the most romantic, most beautiful, most amazing-tastic thing someone has ever done for me. I love you so much! Oh god, you are so talented, please don’t ever stop being so amazing. I love you so much.”

He smiles shyly, closing his eyes, “I love you too”, he whispers, feeling his tummy flutter like crazy. 

“Now please, please play it again. Please, my love. I cried so much I, I barely took it in. Please one more time.”

“Okay, but please don’t laugh.”

He feels so alive when he is with you and in return so do you.

[xjulixred45x]

I know I have to work on the requests, but I have to get this out of my head because now I have a rediscovered love for Invincible, bear with it.

(SOMETHING LIKE A CONTINUATION OF THIS)

SOME SITUATIONS WITH YANDERE AU MARK GRAYSON/INVINCIBLE

okay, I can definitely see that you two were a couple or at least liked each other before everything went to hell.

and although you were fine with Mark at that time, when he was being convinced to join the Viltrum empire, he was somewhat seeking your approval. although using very vague assumptions, such as "would you accept an alien race if it meant world peace?" "or if that would help with the development of medicine?" You know, like what Nolan wanted to do at the beginning with Mark. and obviously since you didn't have the context you said yes without hesitation, further fueling Mark's crazy ideas.

I may not have made it very clear in the first part, but you and Nolan definitely don't get along. I mean, he's nice to you in a way, but he treats you like a little kid who needs discipline, so he tries to push Mark into that. Not only that, but you also indirectly blame him for the sudden change in Mark's personality, you know that if Nolan hadn't gotten him into that shit, he wouldn't have so much blood on his hands. The Mark you knew wasn't like that. HE WASNT.

The main reason this Mark doesn't feel angry because of your traditional escape attempts or why he's so soft is because of something our Invincible doesn't usually have, and that's his ARROGANCE. This Mark does not believe that you are capable of running away from him, you are not capable of defending yourself from him, you are not capable of harming him and above all you are not capable of HATE HIM, because he sees you as a soft creature, who should be treated as such because you are confused.

He is delusional, SpongeBob and Squidward level of Delusional. You could perfectly tell him that you hate him, that he's the worst thing that happened to you in your life... and he thinks it's reverse psychology.

"fuck you"

"Is that an invitation?😚"

"I hate you"

"I love you too babe🥰"

"If we were trapped on a desert island I wouldn't hesitate for a second to make a raft with your limbs"

"Silly you, I would take you out flying😘"

Do you see what I'm saying? For the same reason, if you end up hurting him, he would be proud that now you can definitely defend yourself from the Revolutionaries who "kidnap you every now and then" (it's you on the run). dang it, if you hurt him probably even NOLAN would compliment you for doing it despite being "so weak" and would completely approve of you.

(I can already imagine you with a wedding dress and a bouquet of knives...you want to throw it at Mark...in the face)

I think the most Mark does to scare you into escape scenarios is to threaten to throw you and not catch you next time, that's the best he goes. He can't stand the idea of leaving you paralyzed because it would be very boring and sad to see only a shell of you.

He wouldn't kill Eve, but he would never hurt you...physically. Did you see that in the end in their universe they manage to imprison him and get rid of Omniman? you totally didn't let go of Fem! Cecil(Cecilia?) all the way to her base and thanking her with all your heart and tears. Cecilia comforted you awkwardly, but she understood that you must have definitely had a hard time with Mark.

Meanwhile, with Mark already locked up, even if the world is a bit messed up, you can breathe easy for the first time in years, you can leave the base without fear of what happens to the people around you, you can eat without a problem, you can CHAT with people! it's magic! It's like you don't even remember anything before Mark! out of pure fear!

Meanwhile, Mark in prison always asks about you AT LEAST once a day, even if they give him proof that you are WELL and HEALTHY, he just doesn't believe it and DEMANDS to see you to prove it, which they obviously deny him and only makes him think that even more. The guy thinks you must be dying of hunger and cold or being eaten by collotes while you live your best life🤣

"MY POOR BABE! She must be so confused and scared without me! How do I know they're not torturing her for information!? She must be so worried because we're not getting home!" and it goes on and on... meanwhile Darling: "happy~ happy~happy~" "OHHHOOOhhOO, I'M SO FUCKING HAPPY!"

For now that's all. I hope the Viltrum empire doesn't come to shit on Darling's happiness☠️

[brightgoat]

Hey hi! I’ve been an avid follower of yours for awhile for your Pucci art but, this green child au has me hooked more and more lately! Your art is stunning by the way, thank you for posting!! The final metamorphosis panel has me excited for the next installment you share ngl.

Anyways, I was wondering if I could ask a few things about it? Specifically, what has happened after O-moon came into the picture, and the buildup to part 13 and 14? Of course if you wish to keep things vague or don’t know, there’s no need to answer! I’m just curious.

When did Jotaro get alerted to the incident and decided to finally come around? Did he encounter Pucci first or Jolyne? After the revelations that O-moon revealed to Jolyne, how did her perceptions of her father and Pucci shift? Did Jolyne ever figure out what Pucci was most likely about to do to FF while they were cornered by him? Have you thought about how Weather Report factors into this AU at all (since he’s probably in prison at this point)?

Sorry for the bombardment, and again no pressure to answer these if you don’t wish to!

- Kimera

Greetings! Thank you very much for the compliment, hope the payoff to that comic was satisfying haha

So, I wanna keep things vague with this AU, telling the main story beats through images and short comics- not only cuz I like it that way but also cuz... I haven't decided a lot of the details hahaha-

Answering this via lore dump, hope you like reading, this can be just one of many ways it could've happened:

I imagined that while Pucci and Jolyne were out getting souls, Jotaro was studying whatever is left of Dio's followers, and eventually tracks down Pucci, and travels to the US. Perhaps he finds out Pucci has been tutoring Jolyne from Jolyne's mum (who knows maybe they reconnected).

Oh and yes, Jolyne's mum knows abt Pucci, but of course not who he really is.

During this, Jolyne has awakened the Green Baby and fused with it. Jotaro may even sense that something is wrong through their family psychic bond thing.

Jotaro, realizing Pucci is a step ahead of him by already taking in his own daughter, tracks Pucci down to the church and confronts him there, sparing no time and going straight to beating answers out of him, where's Jolyne, what happened to her, what's your plan etc.

I had this thought, that once Jolyne fuses with the green baby, she inherits a bit of Dio's knowledge, and it helps her realise she's been getting used by Pucci all along. Not only that, she inherits the will to go to Heaven, and it drives her to complete the plan, she's strung along by fate now.

Now obviously she feels betrayed by Pucci, but still sympathetic to him, and rescues him from Jotaro. She's conflicted, she's angry, the only reason both Pucci and Jotaro reached out was because of some bigger-than-her plot, and not because of herself. She doesn't know how much of what Pucci gave her was genuine or because of her use to him.

(had this idea for a scene that right after Jolyne rescues Pucci, all three of them are still in church and Pucci realises she's transformed, he yells for her to stay still so he can get Whitesnake to take whatever's inside her out, but as soon as Whitesnake reaches out, a hand bursts out, he thinks it's Stone Free and suddenly JUMPSCARE O-Moon jumps out at him and the reversed-gravity throws everyone away from her-)

The only friend she has left is FF, and yes she finds out what Pucci did to them, furthering her anger. So she drags FF along with her, they are eachothers' only allies here, and although FF doesn't fully understand what's happening to Jolyne, they'll stay by her side (cue the uhhhh 'oh jolyne gave me so many memories and memories make up my intellect so i owe her yadda yadda-')

Aaaaand as for Weather, yeah mf's still in prison lmao I haven't thought too much about him. I wanted this to focus on Jolyne and Pucci, though if I did turn this AU into an entire actual story, Weather would probably come up at some point. God knows how though lmao-

[comradekatara]

Can you share any thoughts/headcannons about Ty Lee's sisters?

i’ve talked before about how i think that aang would date one of ty lee’s sisters and it would really freak katara out because she’s terrified of ty lee and she thinks that nothing good can come from involving himself in that family. but aang is actually like best friends with her whole family because of their air nomad ancestry and he’s trying to get them all into embracing their culture more and teaching them about their heritage. and maybe even one of her sisters does have latent airbending powers (ty lee has like, very minimal airbending ability, but her sister can actually move the air and all that) so he’s just overjoyed to help her hone that skill.

also this isn’t really about her sisters but i think that the chi-blocking girl from the legacy of yangchen who gets relocated to yangchen’s air temple for her own safety is a distant ancestor of ty lee’s. not because ty lee like epigenetically discovered the ability to chi-block (if anything i think ty lee discovered it on her own) but because i just think that’s a fun intersection and i do feel like fc yee incorporated it deliberately. anyway back to her sisters.

one of them dates aang, one of them is an airbender (possibly the same one?), at least one of them is also gay (just, statistically speaking), and unlike what the stupid comics will tell you, just because they all look identical does not mean that they wear matching hairstyles and outfits. they definitely each have their own sense of style and a complex about being unique and distinguished in their individual field. if anything i think ty lee incorporates their insecurities into her persona during her confession on the beach because she knows firsthand that the desire to distinguish oneself runs rampant in their family. like she’s clearly exaggerating as a deliberate performance of vulnerability, but it does come from a real place, if only through borrowing the anxieties of her sisters.

one is an accomplished musician, one is an accomplished mathematician, one is an accomplished engineer, one in an accomplished artist, one is an accomplished poet, one is an accomplished architect, and ty lee is the accomplished performer(/acrobat/fighter/liar). she could also probably be good at all those things too if she put her mind to it, but they all tacitly respect one another’s boundaries.

they come from a family that cares about nothing more than entrenching themselves within the fire nation aristocracy, and so their parents never really cared about their wellbeing as long as they were excelling. and ty lee was particularly favored because she’s excessively charming and knows how to get her way in any situation, and also, of course, because she’s the chosen playmate of the princess.

the pressure to always be perfect and provide an “in” for her family gets to be too much for her so she runs away to the join the circus, and she kind of assumes that they won’t even notice because she left behind six identical copies, but they get really worried because what will happen to their family now that they no longer have a direct link to the palace? so they’re really relieved to hear that ty lee is once again working with azula after news of the coup on ba sing se reaches the fire nation. and then they hear that she betrayed azula and got herself imprisoned and they’re furious. they actively consider disowning her, but then they figure if she’s already in prison for life, why bother. but then a few months later, they learn that now she’s friends with the avatar and the new firelord, which is even better than being friends with the princess, so they accept her back.

not that she wants to go home, but aang has suspicions about her ancestry that he wants to confirm so he makes her take him to her house and introduces him to all her sisters and her parents. they all show off their various talents to aang because they’re so nervous to be meeting the avatar, but he’s literally impressed by every single one of them. any time any of them do anything he’s just like “wow that’s awesome!!!” completely sincerely. he thinks ty lee’s family is so cool and has dinner with them whenever he can.

after the war aang gets really intent on finding all the remnants of the air nomad legacy through tracking down the air nomad refugees whose families assimilated into other nations over the past century. and he and ty lee (and her sisters) embark on this really in-depth archival project to collect all the traces of her family and families like hers as a way to honor and commemorate their cultural heritage. ty lee learns a lot about her family and what they had to do to survive (and how that mirrors her own life). and even though it’s nothing like it was before, aang finds a community of people who want to reconnect with their heritage and piece by piece, he slowly rebuilds what was lost.