#the best way to avoid being broken in half is to keep your hands off his girl lol

[sessakag]

One of the things that has me really stressed in prey is if Kiba will survive or not 💀. Naruto is so crazy a lack of attraction to Hinata might not be enough if he keeps being so touchy feely. Even though Kiba is one of the biggest NH shippers in the fic 😭. Secrets Kiba (Voyeur) and Butterfly Kiba (shooting his shot) would have been dead and I find that very funny 😂.

Lmao! 🙈 Kiba better watch tf out 🫣 Naruto is a fuckin lunatic, and I'm not sure he'd gaf about Kiba being gay 😅I think you have a very valid reason to be stressed for the poor unsuspecting guy, lol.

Omg, Prey!Naruto would break them in half if he ever caught Secrets!Kiba or Butterfly!Kiba 🙈 I couldn't even imagine! Secrets!Kiba for sure would fit into a zip lock bag by the time he was through 😬

Thanks for putting that in my head, lmao. Now I wanna do a spin off Prey!Naruto finding out about those other iterations of parallel universe Kiba's lusting after other Hinata's that somehow all belong to him even though they don't know him from a hole in the wall, lmao.

[rileysluvr]

super short price nsfw because i am his girlie til the day i die. he’s a bit of a meanie in this one tho so read with caution!!

“Again,” he orders.

You take a deep, shaky breath in an attempt to somewhat ground yourself, but it’s a difficult feat when you're being held down on your surperior’s hard lap by his big arm splayed over your hips. A thick, dusty book on the desk in front of you, flipped to the page that entirely covers the military-workplace regulations he was scolding you for until tears began to bead at your waterline. You don’t think you’ve ever been this humiliated.

Your vision is blurry, and it’s at that point where your memory serves you better than what you’ve been ordered to do, which is to read until you can’t. He’s broken you down to a writhing mess atop his thigh as both of yours can only drape over one of his huge ones. Back flush against his chest with his palm rubbing your pussy in all the right ways; you swallow thickly, wondering if you can even go on any longer in this state.

“Fifty-nine, oh-one: ‘Service personnel are to wear-” you pause to breathe, fighting back a stutter, “…appropriate regulation uniform on duty—”

A bashful whimper cuts you off mid-recitement as he somehow manages to shove his two fingers even deeper into your cunt, nudging against your nerves rather harshly. Your legs squeeze around his thigh and your hands twitch in their place wrapped around to your sides. All the willpower in your body being used to keep yourself from bucking your hips forward and earning another half-hour of degrading names and treatment.

“Did you hear me tellin’ you to stop?” he barks, but it’s in that calmer manner that spins your mind around until you can’t decipher the difference between anger and sympathy. You shake your head, and you don’t need to have a visual on his face to feel the disapproval teetering off his bitten tongue and firm expression. “Then why don’t I hear you reading, eh?”

Your voice trembles, almost enough for him to take pity on you; “Sir, please- I’m trying.”

You weren’t even on duty today, for fuck’s sake. You had stopped by to pick up a personal belonging, only to be reminded how your captain views you as his own the second you step foot through the base’s front gate. And you were never good at avoiding his stalking gaze, especially when he’s got access to eyes stationed at every nook and corner.

“Christ, y’need me to spell it out for you? Is that it?” he scoffs. “How many times’ve we been over this?”

The way he berates and babies you has your cheeks stained and glistening with tears, and your mind all jumbled considering how easily he switches back and forth from mean to soft. Soft like how his fingers pull out and away from your cunt and hold themselves just far enough to make you shift your hips forward in search of them, only to be held back by his arm’s weight. Mean like his spat words and the grip with which he grabs your jaw, squeezing tight and puffing your cheeks out a bit in an attempt to get you to focus; to knock some sense into that strained, precious little brain of yours.

“Pretty fuckin’ simple task for a soldier, if y’ask me.”

Because deep down, he truly cares about your well-being. He only wants the best for his girl, and the dynamic between you.

And you wouldn’t want to disappoint your superior even more than you already have, now, would you?

He lets go of your face to allow you to finish, a nervous and newfound quietness croaking in your throat in addition to your already shy voice after his display of aggression; “—except when otherwise ordered by a Commanding Officer…’”

“Good girl,” he drags upon your completion, along with his hand that sneaks back into your panties. You jump from the coldness of his skin but he barely pays any mind to it. “Keep going for me, now, pretty. Go ‘head and skip some.”

It’s a repeated process; you recite what you know, mess up due to his cruel ways of sadistic teasing, and watch on from the outside as your self-respect crumbles so easily. You acknowledge it, you feel it, and you willingly ignore it because you know that whatever he plans on giving you afterwards will far surpass any other means to pleasure.

His time, his teachings and guidance, his own pleasure. They’re better than gifts, really.

“‘No item of uniform which has not been authorized is to be worn.’” You mumble for the entirety of the final sentence, now expecting him to get on you for not speaking clearly enough.

Instead, his middle finger delves between your folds and dips into your cunt at last, ripping a hiss and another whine from high in your throat from his rough treatment.

“And who authorizes your uniform?” he finally asks.

He adds his ring finger and the fullness in your cunt would be uncomfortable if the heel of his palm wasn’t digging into your clit at the particular angle. It numbs the stretch and your worries, so much so you nearly forget what he had asked you.

You gasp, eyes shooting open to meet cold, empty office in stark contrast to the warm, staggering frame pressed up against your back. Every muscle and every flex beneath the cotton material of his shirt being embedded into your mind.

“You do, Sir—mph!—it’s only you.”

An approving rumble from his chest vibrates against your back, and you lean into him with a soft moan when he curls his fingers upward in that way he knows you respond to the best. Head leant back on his shoulder, you hold onto his arm to stabilize your spinning mind once he begins slipping his rough fingers in and out of your sensitive pussy more firmly.

“So you show up to base in this pretty, little dress on your off-day, and expect to leave here without any punishment?”

His words exceed intimidating to a great extent, but the way he coos them so gently right by your ear leads directly to you scrambling them into nothing more than sweet blurbs and mumbles. He continues his short scolding as if he doesn’t know how dumb he’s got you already, ready to make you bite the consequences for your inability to respond to him later.

“Distractin’ me ‘nd all the other men here while we work, like you don’t know what your body does to them. What you’re worth around here, to the lot of bastards falling asleep with their dicks in their hands to the pretty image of you dressed like this,” he emphasizes with the tug of your dress’s ending hem.

“Sir,” you whine, not paying a single nod to his language because your numbed mind can simply no longer compute it. Muffled and unclear, though the mean and deep drawl that bleeds through pushes you all the much closer to bliss.

“Feels good, I—please… ’m so, so close, Sir—!”

You whine and clasp your hand down on his arm for some sort of spiritual stabilization, and he only picks up the pace. He works you up so quickly after edging you for what felt like hours, as this time he gives absolutely no notion to relenting.

“That right?” Of course, you can’t respond with much more than a whimper as you rock your hips back and forth on his hard thigh, his skilled fingers working you up to ecstasy.

“Yes, yes ‘m gonna—it’s too much, Sir, ‘m gonna come—!”

He chuckles, his arm around your waist pulling you impossibly closer into him. You convulse around his fingers and moan through your high as he militantly, yet somehow so expertly, turns your vision to stars and your limbs into a limp mess atop him. It’s like he knows your body better than you do yourself, making you come harder with his fingers alone than anyone has ever. You thank him profusely, soft words of mantra like music to his ears as he decides what to do with you next.

He gives you no time to recover before he’s wrapping both his hefty arms around you and hauling you up in front of him, big palm instantly meeting with your shoulder blade to shove you down on the wooden desk and ripping a gasp from high in your lungs. He leans over you, caging you in as he soothes his hand across your forehead; his version of intimacy, and whatnot.

You’re panting, utterly exasperated, but simply can’t help the way you wiggle your hips back against his to chase that good friction. He laughs at your display of neediness for his cock, knowing it’ll be a much longer while before he’ll let you have it.

“My stupid fuckin’ toy,” he mutters softly against your skin, and it sounds just as good as any flattering compliment would.

He takes the hem of your dress and hikes it up to reveal your ass, humming at the sight before leaning back in to kiss your temple. Facial hair tickling and invading your senses, nearly feeling like a sweet treat to shush the way you whine out with his hard bulge pressed up against where you’re most sensitive.

Thoughts of what he could do to you right now running rampant through both of your minds, none differing from each other nor unwanted from either party.

“You’re gonna let me use this body however I like, until you learn to behave yourself ‘round your coworkers. Till you learn a fuckin’ lesson for once. Sound quite alright, sweetheart?”

[definitelynotafurinasimp]

Hii,do you mind if you make an scene where you and furina or any other characters fight and you ended up taking their cuddling privilege through the rest of the day? Thanks!!

Them taking away your cuddle privileges after a fight

characters: Furina / Nilou x gn!reader (separate)

warnings: none

a/n: ....you know... reading through the request one last time before posting this, it looks like I may have misunderstood smth *slightly*.

I hope this is still fine! If you want me to write reader taking away their cuddling priviledges after all just request it again and I'll try to write it someday!

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Furina

“I’m nowhere clingy!”

You’d have to be either deaf, stupid or oblivious to an unhealthy degree to miss your cuddling privileges being revoked. Furina had not exactly been subtle when openly declaring it after all. And while she may not have mentioned cuddling specifically, not trusting herself to not blush like a little kid at just the mention of it, you felt confident in saying that she had delivered her message well enough for even the most tone-deaf idiot to understand.

And yet, the exact same accusation that you had half-jokingly thrown her way and that she had taken such great offense to, turned the next few days into some of the best entertainment you had experienced in recent memory. Seeing an former Archon act dignified while at the same time having to fight the obvious urge to hug you the moment you were behind closed doors, only to then turn around and act like her embargo on hugging and cuddling was punishing you, was funnier than any comedy a human could possibly ever pen.

“So… about our argument a few days ago.” Furina spoke up the moment you returned to the table with your cooking, forcing you to fight off the grin that was threatening to pop-up on your face.

“So, about our argument a few days ago”, you repeated her words, intentionally ending on a high note to leave her waiting for your next words, only to continue to set up the table in silence.

“Are you- I-” she eventually stuttered out, only to stop herself before she could embarrass herself further. Her cheeks glowing slightly red as she tried to regain her composure.

“Who knows, if you were to apologize for your groundless accusations a few days back right now, I might just forgive you”, Furina graciously offered with closed eyes, avoiding to look at you in the process.

All the better for you, or she might have noticed the wide grin that had finally broken out on your face. For a moment you considered her ‘offer’. Sure, you missed cuddling on the couch as well and weren’t exactly the biggest fan of keeping up these kind of games…. and yet seeing her continue to needlessly die on this hill that so obviously harmed her more than you was very amusing.

“Wow, really? That seems very nice of you”, you mused with a smile while filling her plate with a portion before doing the same for yours and sitting down opposite of her. “Bon Appetit!”

“Oh come on. Stop being so stubborn! I’ve even given you such a good opportunity to apologize!” Furina's dignified act crumbled right before your eyes as she started to sound more and more desperate. You could practically hear her begging you to be the bigger person, and yet being small felt surprisingly great.

And yet you eventually- FINALLY gave in, much to the relief of the person sitting in front of you. “I am so sorry for calling you clingy Furina. I now see that I was clearly in the wrong and the one actually fitting the description of ‘clingy’ was in fact me”, your apology came out with a… healthy amount of sarcasm, and yet it was more than enough for her.

“...I’ll forgive you. Since you were nice enough to cook for me today”, she declared.

“I know I might be overplaying my hand here, but would you be so kind as to indulge me in a bit of cuddling later on? I’ve simply had to go on without it for far too long.”

“YES- Sure”, Furina immediately jumped at your offer before quickly switching back to her usual act, a wide smile plastered on her face nonetheless as she looked down at the food in front of her.

“It looks delicious, bon appetit!”

Nilou 

While the two of you seemed to have quickly moved past your argument, spending time together as if nothing had happened and avoiding to even mention the subject again, it quickly dawned on you that while you had hoped this to be one of those arguments noone had to explicitly apologize for and that was simply forgotten the next day, the other party involved seemingly was of a different opinion.

Not that Nilou said anything, she greeted you with the same sweet smile before chatting and going on small walks through the bazaar with you in the same manner as on any day of the week. And yet, whenever you as much as tried to initiate any kind of physical contact, no matter if hand-holding or hugging and cuddling, she’d dodge as easily as she breathed. At first it seemed like nothing but a coincidence, but after the dozenth time even you realized something was wrong.

What followed was a days-long standoff. Both of you trying to make the other one crack before yourself, while retaining your sweet and unbothered facade, and while there were moments where you could have sworn to nearly see Nilou instinctively grab your hand, she always managed to stop herself before anything happened.

And while you certainly could have continued with the act for weeks to come, you eventually decided to be the bigger person. For the sake of putting this childish game of chicken behind, of course. And for no other reasons.

“Sure Nilou. You win”, you disrupted the silence that existed between the two of you while Nilou was in the process of adjusting her stage, her movement grinding to a halt as she began staring at you in confusion.

“I wasn’t aware we were playing something. Did you have fun?”

‘Not aware’ your a- 

“Mhm, I am sorry about the argument”, you cut off your thoughts, immediately earning yourself a tilt of her head. After all this time you knew her clueless act to be nothing but an act and yet, when she looked at you like this you nearly found yourself doubting it all over again.

“Oh that? That was a whole week ago, did it still bother you all this time?”, she asked before finally finishing putting down the pot of flowers, quickly making her way down from the stage to join you and shooting you a sweet smile. “Don’t worry, I forgive you. I also didn’t mean everything I’ve said.”

If Nilou hadn’t suddenly grabbed your hand and started pulling you along her daily routine, you might have almost rolled your eyes, instead you found yourself thanking Lesser Lord Kusanali that you were indeed correct about your theory.

Bye Bye childish standoff, welcome back cuddling privileges.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Love that you opened requests for TADC!

Could you please do a scenario where Jax pulls a prank on the reader and locks them in a closet, but he has no idea that they have claustrophobia? They end up being found by someone else later, and Jax ends up feeling really bad about it?

(honestly love me some hurt/comfort)

Thank You!

Aftermath of a Prank (Jax x reader w/ claustrophobia)

wasn't sure what to name this since "jax traps you in a closet and feels bad" doesn't roll off the tongue that well LMAO i hope you enjoy this! imma admit, usually when it comes to writing for new characters i read up on others interpretations of them to get a decent handle of them + the canon stuff but i think im gonna wing it this time

It's not often that Jax genuinely apologizes to someone for something he did. often time he will give a huff and a half hearted sorry, or try to play the entire thing off... but there was something different about the current situation at hand

You see, Jax thought it would be funny to get you stuck in a closet, for one reason or another to push some joke he had in mind. What he did not have in mind, however, was the possibility that you were afraid of tight spaces.

Afraid you were, even more so because the closet was dark as well.

Jax was already long gone, claiming that he was going to run off to do something before departing. You asked him to let you out, thinking that he had simply pretended to leave.

But he truly had.

Discomfort turns into fear. Unsure calls for help turn into yells, which turn into you attempting to punch and kick the door open. Your eyes burned with hot tears.

You couldn't have been in there for more than ten minutes before Gangle opened the door, nearly catching your fist to her mask. It likely would have broken and revealed her tears, had her comedy mask not already been broken. She only squeaks in surprise, too stunned to move out of the way but thankfully you were able to reel yourself back in at the last second.

You muttered a quick apology before pulling yourself from the tight space, trying to steady the wobble in your steps. You and Gangle did not exchange any words, with you making your way to your room.

Word gets out. Gangle tells Kinger what happened. Kinger tells Pomni. Pomni tells Ragatha. Zooble finds out, but they don't care enough to gossip around. Before long Ragatha is telling Jax about it, with her own hunch that the rabbit was the one to blame.

Could you blame her? Jax has a bit of a track record...

Point is, Jax eventually finds out how scared you were through the grapevine and for once he actually feels bad about something. Annoying and spooking someone is one thing, but to instill genuine terror was another thing.

He wants to apologize, but it's such a foreign thing that he keeps putting it off. Days pass, with you now avoiding him, which only make him feel worse.

After another day of you only giving him dry responses he ends up cornering you, finally having enough of the guilt eating him up

Apparently not learning his lesson the first time but I digress

"Look," He said, square pupils fixed on you.

A sigh

"I'm sorry, okay? I didn't think you'd flip,"

Not perfect, but it's a start.

"If I knew I wouldn't have, I swear," he added when he was met with silence. From seemingly out of no where, he pulls something out

An object you like, be it a flower a book or something else that he found lying around the circus

You took it, observing, then looked back up at him. He did look remorseful, even if he didn't really say it.

That would have to do, that's the best you're going to get from him. Baby steps

From that day forward, you notice that Jax lightens up around you, pranking you less and generally being a little less annoying when it comes to you

[my-castles-crumbling]

The Break-In

based on @dairekt-cat's request

"Alright," James grinned nervously. "Got everything?"

"Yup!" Sirius nodded, trying to act more confident than he actually was. They'd gone over the plan a million times, overpacked the backpack currently on his shoulders, and still he was anxious. SO many things could go wrong.

But ever the optimists, the two set out, throwing the Invisibility Cloak over their shoulders and making their way to the Visitor's Entrance of the Ministry of Magic.

"Fucking disgusting," James murmured after they both flushed themselves down the magical toilets, appearing in the Atrium.

It was crowded. The did their best to avoid bumping into anyone as they sulked through the huge room, but it was impossible, and Sirius's heart banged in his chest as they headed to the lifts, people turning to give their invisible bodies a confused look every once in a while.

When they finally made it on the elevator, they both held their breaths, praying someone would press the button for the correct floor, but to no avail. James shot Sirius a look, and he nodded, reaching forward and nudging the round button, making it glow as silently as possible, hoping nobody would notice.

But thank Merlin everyone around them seemed to be busy, complaining about being overworked. It was only when they reached floor 15 that the confused group looked around, searching for an occupant to exit when nobody was there. But Sirius and James were already gone, slipping through the closing doors, hands clasped around their panting mouths.

It was going so smoothly. They'd not needed any of the things they'd packed to distract or incapacitate, and Sirius hadn't even removed his wand from his sleeve. It was, in fact, too good to be true.

Because as they slipped into the door of the office they were targeting, the door closed much quicker than expected, snagging on the Cloak, pulling it off their bodies and causing their floating heads to appear in the middle of the room.

Right in the middle of Fleamont Potter's business meeting.

"Boys," Fleamont greeted them calmly, especially considering the chaos and screaming that had broken out around him. "What are you doing?"

"Erm," James grinned guiltily, nodding at a few of the Ministry officials he knew. "We were wondering if we could use the car."

The family car, a hobby of Fleamont's, was entirely Muggle, but James and Sirius had gotten in trouble for taking it out more than once and running over the neighbor's flowerbeds, resulting in Fleamont and Euphemia both keeping a set of keys on their person and charming the car to not start otherwise.

"James. Sirius," Fleamont sighed, looking tired. "Why didn't you ask your mother?"

"Well..." Sirius sighed, shifting from side to side. "She said no."

At this, half the room let out a laugh, and even Fleamont looked amused. "Go home, boys. We'll go for a drive later."

[agoodroughandtumble]

Wholeheartedly Part 2 - Roronoa Zoro x Reader

Wholeheartedly - Roronoa Zoro x Reader Status: Ongoing Summary: Reader reflects on her "relationship" with Zoro - but does he reciprocate? Warning: 18+, Language, angst, implied smut

The girls’ room was far too hot – stifling even. You had been tossing and turning trying to get comfortable for what seemed like hours. Every now and then glancing enviously over at Nami who had, annoyingly, managed to fall asleep within minutes of her head hitting the pillow. You knew you were tired – eyes barely able to stay open for a few seconds, even aching slightly and yet your limbs refused to be comfortable, and your mind refused to relax. As always, your increasing frustrations at not being able to sleep was usually the very thing keeping you awake.

With a huff, you shoved the bed covers aside and climbed out of bed. Maybe some fresh air was needed – something to clear your head and cool you down. Careful not to wake up your companion, you tiptoed towards the door, hands feeling the walls as you went and followed the corridors out onto the deck. A slight breeze welcomed you, but even that was warm. The Merry had been docked for a day now, so you wandered over to the harbour side, curious to see how many of the inns and taverns were still lit up, letting your mind wander as you imagined all the lives and stories playing out in the town below.

Maybe someone was falling in love at that very moment. Maybe someone else was trying to mend a broken heart with song and drink. It made you envious – the Merry had felt increasingly claustrophobic since your last rendezvous with Zoro. Unsurprisingly, the places to hide onboard were few and far between, especially when as far as everyone else was concerned there was nothing going on between you and the swordsman. Even Zoro was painfully unaware of the effect he was having on you. Although you had to admit that was probably for the best. It was crystal clear that your feelings were never going to be reciprocated. The best you could hope for was that they remained unspoken until eventually, hopefully, they would fade away.

With a sigh, you leant your elbow against the railings and rested your chin in your palm. Every now and then you allowed yourself the self-indulgence to wallow in unrequited love. It was a cliché, of course it was, but it was your cliché – and if you couldn’t hold onto Zoro you were at least going to hold onto that. Your fingers traced along the grain of the wood as you allowed yourself to slip further into the fantasy, conjuring up all the ways in which you would hold onto Zoro. Submerging further without any care to resurface. Eventually, you would come up for air – but for the time being sinking and drowning were one and the same.

Your tranquillity did not last long.

“Can’t sleep?”

“Hmm?” You replied lazily, still half daydreaming and without turning around.

“Struggling myself. Thought I might take a walk, take in some of the local atmosphere – interested in keeping me company?”

You should have probably said no – headed back to your room and spent the rest of the night glaring at Nami sleeping soundly. But if you made sensible decisions you wouldn’t be in your current predicament. “Sure, I’m not paying for anything though.”

*

Zoro was in a decidedly Not Good mood. Some may even say he was pissed off. Ever since the last time you and him had been … alone, things had been awkward. What’s worse, ever since then all he wanted was to be alone with you more often. He wasn’t able to describe it – which only served to piss him off further – but something about the last time had been different. Weird. You had been short with him, fuck knows why, and you had been avoiding him.

He had woken up that morning just like any other – confused as to why you were still putting up with him – but thankful nonetheless. And then … it happened. What it was still remained a mystery; he wasn’t good at looking for anything, least of all the intricacies which dominated your “relationship” so he had done the reasonable thing and brushed it off, wholeheartedly coming to the conclusion that it was simply a setback and nothing more. You would be digging your nails into his shoulder blades before the week was out. And everything would right itself.

Only it hadn’t.

You were managing to occupy far more of his thoughts than he would care to admit. He found himself actively seeking you out instead of passively assuming the night would end up with the two of you in whichever part of the Merry seemed most convenient at the time. It was like he had been coasting, treading water and all of a sudden he’d forgotten how to swim but the only thing to keep himself from drowning was your nonchalant attitude – hardly something he could stake his heart on, let alone his life. And even with that he was still coughing up water, razors still shredded at his lungs.

By the time he was finally conscious of the fact that he wanted, no needed, to see you he was already halfway towards yours and Nami’s room. If he was Sanji, he would have a perfectly rehearsed speech. He would win you over with some pretty words and a well timed wink. But he wasn’t Sanji and his brain had only caught up with his brain and this was a fucking awful idea. He was about to turn back and forget about the whole endeavour – some sake would surely help – when he noticed your door was slightly ajar. His eyebrows furrowed – you and Nami always kept the door locked after the first time Luffy had bounded in with his latest bounty poster whilst the two of you were getting dressed. Luffy had been oblivious, of course, but from them on it was unspoken rule that an unlocked door was not a good sign. He let out a frustrated sigh at leaving his swords in his own quarters whilst nudging the door open slightly – he couldn’t hear anything but that didn’t mean nothing was amiss. Tentatively he stepped further but all he could hear was someone’s soft breathing. Confused, he stepped in a little further – allowing the door to stay open to see a little light spill into the room. Nami was there but your bed was empty.

Thankfully, there was no sign of a struggle. And surely anyone with ill intent wouldn’t just leave Nami so he made his way to the kitchen to see if you’d woken up hungry or thirsty. But that proved to be a dead end as well. This was strange. He could feel his heartbeat becoming more rapid as every corner and room proved to be more and more devoid of you. Eventually his search led him to the deck – although why you would be up there alone in the middle of the night was a mystery all in itself.

Except.

“Can’t sleep?”

He stood in the hatchway, arms crossed tightly against his chest as he watched Sanji fucking sauntering up to you. The repugnant smell of his cigarettes went straight to Zoro’s nose – he couldn’t understand how you could bear it. The cook was getting far too close for his liking, too close to you that Zoro could no longer hear what the two of you were saying. All he could see was you smiling at him, and him smiling back and then you followed him down the gangplank and Zoro wanted to be sick only he couldn’t. He was drowning.

[ladykibutsuji]

“A HELPING HAND”

Tsugikuni Brothers x Reader

Yoriichi x Reader x Michikatsu / Kokushibo

MODERN AU

Fluff

This is connected to my Series named "Treat you better" but the timeline is different for it happened around their Senior High School Years. (A flashback/Backstory in short)

(PART 2 FOR "TREAT YOU BETTER" WILL BE RELEASED AFTER THIS.)

The final exams were approaching so as expected you had a lot of school works to do.

What a bad timing isn't it?

You couldn't fully focus on your school works and project due to the problems you are having at the moment, especially your "problems" at home.

Because of these distractions, school works keep on increasing and it was getting harder day by day to catch up.

Papers scattered all around your room, books tossed over to the side, ballpens on the floor, broken pencil on your side and a broken cup of coffee laying onto the cold ground.

"Fuck this!" You cussed under your breath while you placed your fingers in your hair.

You have been trying to catch up with your school works from morning to night and still now you still had a lot to do it was like nothing was progressing at all. Even your problems at home keep on getting worser and worser.

Your best friend Aizetsu offered to help but you shut them down including your other friends aswell, it was too much for you to handle at the moment and you didn't want to relay on them.

BUZZ BUZZ

You ignored the notifications coming from your phone as you continued writing on a piece of paper, one hand moving onto the paper and your other supporting your head.

RING RING

Someone was ringing you up and you got annoyed by this so you just decided to mute your phone and went back to doing your thing.

—

WITH YORIICHI AND MICHIKATSU:

"tch, she won't answer". Michikatsu huffed, he was basically spam calling the girl to get her to answer.

Yoriichi then gave him a concerned look, he was very worried for Y/N since she was acting off for the past few days and not to mention, a high schooler who was a friend of Y/N told yoriichi that she have been avoiding her own friendgroup.

Michikatsu let out a sigh and rolled his eyes at yoriichi, "This may sound stupid but we should drive over to her house to check her well-being."

"I agree" The younger brother answered without hesitation.

—

BACK WITH Y/N

You accidentally fell asleep while doing your school works. You were getting comfortable in your sleep until you heard a knock on your bedroom's door

KNOCK KNOCK

You woke up to the sounds of the knocking. irritated, you went over to the door and only opened it half-way. At the door was your maid Kyushina who came to inform you about something

"Lovely night isn't it ma'am L/N? My apologies if I am interrupting you right now I just want to let you know that you have Two visitors outside."

Without Kyushina mentioning the name you already knew who it is. "Tell them I'm not available." You said in a annoyed tone, Kyushina bowed her head before walking away "As you wish Ma'am L/N."

You then shut the door harshly which made the maid flinched.

After a few minutes you just sat in your chair and Continued on doing your project. You were about to finish it until a loud noise caught your attention. Curious you decided to check it out yourself so you walked downstairs

"Sir no! You can't visit her! Ma'am L/N's orders!"

"listen great sirs I know you are worried about ma'am L/N but we are going to get fired if you interrupt her!"

"I'M NOT GONNA STOP UNTIL SHE SHOWS HERSELF"

"brother please calm down"

"sir keep your voice down please!"

You peeked over and saw 4 of your securities struggling against the brothers and your maid Kyushina panicking and trying to convince them that you want no visitor while the other maids were terrified watching the scene Infront of them.

Feeling hopeless, you gave in and decided to fix this issue yourself since the securities and maids wasn't doing much.

"it's fine, let go of them" you demanded as the securities and maid looked at you obeying your orders.

They then walked away, leaving you with the twin brothers.

"Y/N? You look sick are you okay?" Yoriichi asked as he rushed to you, you gave him a nod.

Michikatsu walked towards the both of you slowly and as he was approaching closer he noticed how your body and face changed.

Your eyes and nose were swollen, your hair was very messy and your smell...not to mention you looked like you haven't eaten for days.

Michikatsu then placed his hand on your head gently patting it "Y/N, Tell us what happened." He asked though it was more like he was DEMANDING an answer

You wanted to lie and say that you are okay but before you could answer your head started to hurt and your vision became blurry in a second all these lead you to lost balance of yourself.

You thought you were going to land on the floor but yoriichi catched your whole body on time while michikatsu held your left hand tight.

"Are you okay?" They asked in a sync.

You couldn't answer properly since your head hurts a lot so yoriichi assisted you to sit down to the nearest couch.

Michikatsu got you a glass of water and you drank the water quickly, "Slow down." Michikatsu said. You were drinking like you haven't drink water for the whole day.

"So mind explaining to-" Yoriichi interrupted his older brother "Brother, I don't think Y/N is in the perfect condition right now to answer our questions. We should let her rest first"

Michikatsu was annoyed by the way yoriichi interrupted him but he understands yoriichi's point so he just huffed.

"I-i'm completely" she stuttered saying the full sentence and was trying to get up though it was obvious she was struggling on her knees "-fine"

Michikatsu stopped her from standing up and told her to rest there until she's completely fine, "Your body language doesn't say so." The older brother stated.

"you don't understand, I have to get up.." she took a deep breath "The deadline is in 2 days I still have a lot to do if I don't finish this I will fail and my parents will..."

Michikatsu sighed at you for being stubborn. Seeing you at your state he decided to lend you a helping hand. "I see, you have been stressing about your academics huh? no need to worry I and yoriichi will help you finish them up.", Yoriichi then looked at his brother "It's rare for you to hel-"

"shut up", with that michikatsu called Y/N's maids to help her. "I don't wanna be burden, I can't accept this" despite trying to decline their helping hand yoriichi and michikatsu didn't listened to you and they left you with no other choice than to accept their offer.

When the maids arrive they quickly assisted Y/N, bringing her food and drinks while yoriichi asked where she placed her school works. "In my room but I must say it's very chaotic there right now." You stated while eating onigiri, "permission to enter your room?" Yoriichi asked in a calm manner

You gave him a slight nod and after your approval both of them assured you that they will help you finish your school works within the day.

Upon arriving at your room yoriichi couldn't help but noticed alot of papers scattered all around and still broke cup of glass on the floor "We should clean this up first" yoriichi suggested and michikatsu just nodded his head.

TIME SKIP

After eating and taking a warm bath, you fell asleep on the guest room since your room was occupied with the tsugikuni Brothers helping you with school works.

You were sleeping soundly when you heard a gentle knock on your door which made you wake up, "Come in" you said in a sleepy tone

The younger tsugikuni brother opened the door and greeted you asking you about your condition and you just replied that you are a bit more relaxed now. He then sat on your other side of bed

"my older brother is almost done with your other project and I already did my part so I came here to check on you"

You then sat up on her bed and thanked yoriichi "I'm really sorry for making you guys do my homework" she added. "no you shouldn't be sorry, we saw how stressed you are and we don't want you to stress out because of academics. After all I don't want my future wife suffering we are friends right?" Yoriichi said with a smile

You returned him a smile, "do you wanna hangout today? to lighten up your mood" yoriichi suggested to which you happily nodded at.

"wait let me get ready" you said and yoriichi gave you a slight nod and walked out of your guest room.

After getting ready, you then went downstairs and found yoriichi there waiting for you.

"where's michikatsu?" You asked tilting your head. Yoriichi was only expecting for the both of you to be hanging out though it's okay for him to have his brother tag along but he really was expecting a little date on a hangout just between the both of you

"oh right, wait I'll call him" yoriichi rushed towards the stairs calling for his brother, after a few minutes michikatsu came down stairs and immediately asked you if you were doing okay to which you said "Yes, I'm doing fine thanks for checking up on me"

"good to know, also do you have any ideas on where we are supposed to hangout?" He asked yoriichi, yoriichi was just quiet because he actually didn't think of a place.

You noticed that yoriichi was too quiet so you just answered for him and decided to bring them to a park that is 20 minutes away. "What about we go at Asaoki park? It's also surrounded by a lot of cafes and cute restaurants" you suggested. Yoriichi agreed at your idea and so did michikatsu.

Michikatsu did the driving and yoriichi sat in the passenger's seat while you in the back. you were getting close to your destined location but michikatsu said something that caught your whole attention

"I couldn't sleep properly for the past few days ever since you have been avoiding us." He paused for a bit looking at the other side of the road "You should of have atleast opened up to us it's quite unfair when we are with you through your joyful days but can't be with you through sorrow."

Hearing his words you realized that he has a point, you can't be pushing your friends who's Just trying to help you..

You realized that they care about you more than you think which made you smiled genuinely.

Yoriichi noticed this through the mirror in the car's front, "that's more like it." He said finally having peace in him since you were getting better.

After a few more minutes you finally arrived at the park and you parked at the parking area. Yoriichi got out first opening the car door for you to exit while michikatsu followed after him

Entering the park, the 3 of you were mesmerized by the beautiful scenery it was indeed relaxing a perfect place to chill and relax if you are stressed.

Yoriichi had to excuse himself for a bit because someone was ringing his phone leaving you with michikatsu for a short while. The both of you decided to sit down at the nearest bench enjoying the calm environment.

It was silent for a while until michikatsu spotted a cute kitten near the other bench, he excused himself to you since he was planning to take the kitten and carry it back to you but unfortunately when he got a hold of the kitten some random stranger with a brown hair and green eyes approached you.

"hey there cutie~ looking sexy today do you wanna go out?" The random guy asked though it was clearly displayed on your face that you had such no interest In this.

"no." You declined but this didn't stop the stranger from trying to annoy you over and over again, michikatsu noticed your discomfort so he decided to take things onto his hands.

Michikatsu approached you and secured your waist using his arm while the other was holding a kitten, he pulled you close to him making you shocked at his sudden actions

"Do you have any problems with my girlfriend sir?" Michikatsu asked slightly tilting his head while giving him a death glare. The glare was enough to send shivers down the guy's spine.

The guy then broke a sweat and chuckled nervously "uuh no! I was just asking her for directions I'm a bit lost..i-i'll get going!" The guy quickly rushed out from both your sights.

Even when the guy was no longer in sight, michikatsu still haven't let go of your waist thus still making you still close to each other. You didn't even noticed how red you were and michikatsu was just staring at you calmly asking you if you were okay

Someone from behind you cleared their throat which caught his and your attention. Michikatsu quickly pulled away from you letting go of your waist and distancing himself. Yoriichi tilted his head "did something happened while I was gone?" He asked curiously.

The both of you answered 'no' but yoriichi was still suspicious about this, michikatsu then noticed that yoriichi have a little box in his hand, "what's that?" He asked

"a gift for Y/N" he happily answered, he walked closer to her and gave the small box to you and when you opened it there was a Heliotrope inspired necklace inside.

[Heliotrope symbolizes enternal love]

When You saw this you smiled and let out an 'aweee' sound "thank you yori!" You thanked him quickly putting the necklace on your neck while michikatsu and yoriichi watched you.

"no problem, it does reminds me of how I feel about you but I should of have gotten you a yellow hyacinth too since it reminds me of how I just felt a minute prior"

[Yellow Hyacinth symbolizes jealousy]

You didn't really know the meaning of the yellow hyacinth and heliotrope flowers so you just assumed that he probably thinks of you as a good friend while michikatsu only knowing what the heliotrope means just looked at yoriichi.

You finally found a good cafe from around the park to chill for a bit and as soon as you entered you noticed 2 girls drooling over the tsugikuni Brothers, you just sighed at this because who wouldn't find them attractive?

You were at the counter saying the tsugikuni's brothers orders and yours and when you were just about to pay for the food and drinks someone else managed to do it first.

"michikatsu? I told you it was my treat" you scolded.

"oops"

You pouted and he just gave you a smile with a peace sign on his hand, the both of you then walked over to where yoriichi is seating.

"so how's your acting lessons?" You asked the both of them to which they replied both replied "It's fine"

"I got a job offer, I'll probably take it after I finished my senior year." Michikatsu added, "are you seriously thinking about that offer from that guy?" Yoriichi asked Michikatsu in a more disgusted tone, The both just stared at each other for a short while until you broke the silence

"who's that guy?" You asked, yoriichi was about to open his mouth when michikatsu interrupted him "Forget it."

You just tilted your head In confusion and just let it pass since it looks like a sensitive topic for the both of them. Your orders then arrived after a few minutes and you happily ate in peace

"we should go to an arcade after this is done!" You suggested while happily eating your dessert, michikatsu and yoriichi agreed since it's been a while they went to an arcade.

After finishing your meals the 3 of you went to the nearest arcade, it was a big arcade and there are a few people who's playing at the machines. Yoriichi went to pay for the tokens so you guys could play and as soon as the tokens arrived you dragged both the brothers to the photo booth.

At first this wasn't so familiar to both the brothers so they just followed the instructions said by the voice inside the booth, the 3 of you sat in the chair. Yoriichi on the left Michikatsu on the right and you in the middle imagine getting sandwiched by fine brothers

Please choose a filter

You clicked on the normal one

Please stare at the camera ready?

Yoriichi muttered a 'yes' which wasn't really needed so you just slightly giggled at him

1..2..3

The 3 of you posed at the 1st shot taken and continued on doing different poses until the 6th Shot.

Perfect! Your image is being printed.

Upon hearing this you went outside the booth to collect the picture and the two brothers followed after you after receiving the picture you looked at the photo like a big idiot smiling you couldn't help it due to the fact that both the brothers were so fine and you being in the middle was the icing on the top.

"we should go there" yoriichi pointed at the claw machine and michikatsu huffed "That machine is a scam."

"well there's no harm if we just try" you said as yoriichi smiled happily approaching the claw machine, michikatsu who already got trauma for spending hundreds on this machine and still not getting any price he went to a different machine not so far away from the both of you

"calm down...focus" you said as yoriichi was moving the claw trying to find the perfect chance to drop, the both of you were so focus and invested in the machine that when the claw landed and managed to grip on a cute bunny plushie you were basically excited encouraging yoriichi to go on and yoriichi was still very focused.

After what seems like years the claw finally dropped the bunny plushie on the right spot, yoriichi muttered a 'yey' while you congratulated him for winning the price.

Yoriichi then grabbed the plushie just to give it to you, "are you sure?" You asked, you feel really bad since he just gave you a necklace a little while ago but yoriichi just gave you a smile and respond "Of course, it's for you after all you are going through your hell days aren't you? Think of this as a little gift for surviving"

You hugged him for being kind and yoriichi returned the hug, luckily for him since he was taller than you and you were still hugging him you couldn't notice the blush and smile he had on his face but the brother from the other machine noticed it

You accepted the plushie and you were basically patting its head "so cute" you expressed while yoriichi thought that you were cuter

JACKPOT JACKPOT

The loud Jackpot sound caught your and yoriichi's attention, it was michikatsu hitting the jackpot and earning about 10k Tickets

You and yoriichi then went over to michikatsu amazed by how he managed to hit the jackpot since the machine he was playing was pretty complicated, you didn't even know how it works

"congrats brother" yoriichi congratulated him and michikatsu nodded. Since there were still plenty of tokens left you decided to try a different machines with the brothers.

There were some competitive games and yoriichi always beated michikatsu which made michikatsu more eager to beat his brother, yoriichi noticing how his brother is still struggling to fight against him he just let him wins.

After the tokens ran out, michikatsu said that he will be converting his tickets into the arcade card he still has, "I still have plenty of tickets left in my arcade card since I sometimes hangout in some arcades when I'm bored, I'll just be converting my new tickets onto this card." With that he walked to the counter leaving you seating on the waiting area with yoriichi who was drinking water.

While waiting you decided to have a little chat with yoriichi about your life and you didn't even noticed that minutes have passed.

You felt a warm jacket on your shoulders only to find michikatsu's hand on your shoulders with a new jacket that's in dark purple.

"I thought that this would suit you." He expressed while yoriichi agreed at his brother's opinion.

"Well it's still pretty early don't you think we should go to the nearest beach and watch the sunset? I really want to see the sunset today.." you pleaded and michikatsu took a look on his watch

"the nearest beach is about 1 hour away, and it's currently 5:45 do you think we can make it? There might be a traff-" he stopped talking when he saw your cute face begging him to take you to the nearest beach, he couldn't resist that face of yours so he sighed "Fine, we'll do something about it."

The 3 of you rushed over to the car, and as soon as you got into the car michikatsu gave the both of you a warning "buckle up, this ride will be fast." After you and yoriichi buckled up michikatsu took a deep breath and oh boy....it was a really chaotic ride.

Michikatsu was speeding over the limits and it was a miracle of how a cop isn't onto the 3 of you yet.

Yoriichi was pretty chill about it despite of the speed but you were literally telling him to calm down a bit because there were people on the streets and you might accidentally crash into another car or worse a truck.

After a few minutes you arrived just in time.

6:50

After michikatsu parked the car, you and the brothers decided to watch at the bridge that is just above the beach. It was a perfect place to watch the sunset since it was on clear view.

Upon arriving at the bridge you sat on a bench while yoriichi sat besides you and michikatsu on the back of the bench just standing resting his arms on the back.

"why won't you seat?" You asked, "It's wet." He responded

"so?"

"I don't want to get myself dirty."

"it's just water"

"so?"

You just sighed, this man was sassy as hell.

The sun was already coming down, seeing the sunset was kinda relaxing.

Michikatsu then rested his chin on your shoulders while yoriichi was holding your hand, you took a deep breathe enjoying this moment because you may never get a moment like this again

"the sunset is beautiful isn't it?" You asked.

"I still think the moon is more beautiful"

OFF-SCREEN

• Michikatsu didn't want to let go of your waist but he had to because his younger brother was there.

• Yoriichi was actually planning to buy you a hairclip aswell but didn't had time to do so because he saw Michikatsu holding your waist.

• This story is inspired by my real life situation where I am stressed out by academics and life problems the only difference is I had no one to be there for me in times of needs.

DEAR READER,

If you are ever stressed about academics or other problems please take a break! Everybody deserves a good break.

Taking care of yourself is important and thank you so much for reading this<3

[wososhit]

First and Last (Alexia x Reader)

An endless expanse of blue passes under you as you stared out the window. You pulled the strings of your hoodie as the painfully long flight continued. We’ll maybe the flight wasn’t that long but it gave you enough time to think. And if you knew one thing thinking never made stuff better. You knew you would be face to face with Alexia in 24 hours, hell she was the captain of course you would have to interact.

It was never in your plans to move to England or to tense at the name of your now captain. But plans and hearts change. You had gone through the Barcelona youth system and there you met Alexia. Your playground friendship turning into best friends and eventually young love.

You were obsessive by nature, something that while advantages in football easily clouded other aspects of your life. Especially falling in love. And fall hard you did as Alexia soon became your everything.

Now though it feels like a summer haze, the way her smile never failed to give you butterflies or how her soft words would always be there to reassure you.

Until they weren’t. Even years later you couldn’t pinpoint where it all fell apart. Whether it was too much love or not enough with both of you being too stubborn to admit any wrongdoings. Regardless of the reason you know looking back that you hadn’t tried hard enough for the person you were ready to change your name for. She was your first and a part of you still longed for her to be your last.

So that’s why when Chelsea offered a contract your broken heart quickly negotiated a two year contract. It wasn’t until your shaking hand held the pen to paper or you held the crest of a different badge that you realized what you had done.

Now you had to face the consequences of your actions. You knew you couldn’t run forever, always focusing on buying yourself more time. But time had run out and you would be landing on Barcelona soil within the hour.

The next day you stood in front of the mirror attempting to process how the FCB crest looked on you. You stood paralyzed, mind running rampant until an alarm on your phone went off.

Stepping into the training facility you stiffly walked to the locker room, your feet moving out of memory. Silence overcame the rambunctious room as your presence was acknowledged. While no one knew the full story most of the team knew that you had became a taboo topic that was sure to anger a certain midfielder. Said midfielder was now staring at the floor.

“Hi I’m y/n” you spoke trying to cut the tension you had caused. After a beat Mapi came forward brining your into a hug. You and Mapi had always been close and her gesture seamed to have worked as the rest of the team began to greet you.

“It’s good to see you” Alexia said professionally at last. No emotion played on her face as she shook your hand. You bit your cheek as you exchanged pleasantries and tried to ignore the electricity that flowed up your arm from Alexia’s touch. The entire team continued watching on, until finally being called to start training.

Training was hard especially since you weren’t used to the Spanish heat but you knew you would be thankful for it in several months.

As time went on you to continued to avoid Alexia off the field and the tension between the two of you was palpable.

On the field you remained cordial and you couldn’t deny your connection on the pitch. Looking through the highlight reels it would seam as if you always knew what the other was thinking. Though it was simply the result of thousands of hours spent playing together whether it was with the team or just the two of you.

You knew it would hurt being this close to Alexia but not having her. You knew the ache in your chest would be perpetual but you couldn’t help the fact that you never fell out of love with her. Or that you still felt like a teenager near her, you couldn’t help how the fire in her eyes during half time speeches would send you spinning back in time.

You could only keep your distance for so long and a loss near the end of the season just so happened to be the catalyst.

“Y/n why didn’t you play the ball in” Alexia angrily spoke as you walked in sync through the tunnel.

“I didn’t see anyone to pass to so I took the shot” you argued back stepping into the locker room. Alexia’s reaction was incredibly out of character as she was one of the most level headed people you know or knew.

“Y/n we had the perfect season and now we don’t, do you see that” Alexia’s exclaims from beside you. Only serving to increase your frustrations.

“I don’t know Ale your the captain shouldn’t it be your fault” you snapped back. This is one the first times you actually talked and also when you recognized how familiar the nickname felt, it easily slipping out.

The effect on Alexia was clear as she stated at you in shock. As the sound of cleats enlightened you to the fact that your team had all arrived and watched the argument unfold.

“Y/n” Alexia’s said, except this time there was a tenderness to it, a tone that was once reserved for you and you only. You refuse to make eye contact as you feel the watchful gaze of the team.

“Don’t” you mutter walking past Alexia to collect your things.

“Don’t what” she asks, slowly turning towards you.

“Don’t act like you care” you say in a monotone manner.

“Y/n I do care more than I ever let you know” Alexia says pleadingly but it’s too late as you had already made up your mind.

Going to be that night you stayed awake staring at the ceiling. You were exhausted yet sleep refused to come as you tossed and turned. The events of the day before flashing through your mind like a movie. Finally around 3 am you get up to go for a jog. You throw on sweatpants and a hoodie as you grab your phone.

You allow your mind to wander. To allow yourself to miss and regret Alexia as you continue to jog the familiar streets. The soft glow of the moon gave everything a rosy shine as you eventually double over to catch your breathe. Looking up you realize how far you are you, you sit on a nearby bench with a sigh.

You had sat on the bench for all of 15 minutes before you hear the jingle of a collar. Your head whips around quickly as it is almost 4 am in the middle of a park.

Your shocked to see Alexia along with Nala at her side.

“Y/n” she gasps in shock as she makes out your feature in the dim lighting. You begin to stand but Alexia stops you with a simple.“Stay” it’s spoken as a command but in no way harsh. You look at her unsure.

“please” she adds and it’s at that you sit down immediately. “I want to say I’m sorry for earlier” she begins, fiddling with the leash in her hand. “ it wasn’t fair or your fault”.

As you meet her eyes once again they are pleading, something that breaks your resolve.

You pat the space next to you as an invitation for her to sit as both of you remain in comfortable silence.

“What are we doing?” You question with a sigh.

“I don’t know” Alexia admits with soft shake of her head.

“I missed you, you know” she speaks prompting you to look up at her.

“I missed you every morning waking up without you next to me, I missed you every practice when you weren’t there to pass to” the emotion on her face floods your system with guilt over leaving.

“I shouldn’t have left” you murmur. Even though you did grow your game abroad it was there you learned some things mattered more to you than football.

“Why why did you leave then” she asks meeting your eyes.

“I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle seeing you everyday” you admit, breaking eye contact and staring at the peeling wood of the bench.

You feel her hand rest on your cheek as you swallow the emotion in your throat.

“ your here now” Alexia whisperers as she forces you to look at her. Her eyes bearing into yours as your breath hitches from the intimacy. You remain like that for a moment as Alexia attempts to garner enough confidence.

“Can I kiss you?” She asks as you move closer. You nod as you rest a hand on her waist and close the small gap between you.

You find yourself lost in not only the kiss but how familiar and comforting it feels. Eventually it’s Nalas bark that breaks you apart with a laugh. You can’t help but smile as Alexia’s laces her fingers with yours as even though Alexia had cemented her spot as your first you knew she would also be your last.

[penny00dreadful]

Spies AU - Part 12

Part 1 Part 13 AO3

Happy new year 😘

18th November 2015

With a short glance around the corner of the statue, Eddie slipped out of the shadows, dragging Steve along beside him, still holding his hand. 

They kept close to the walls, Eddie steering him the whole time, keeping him close to the wall and blocking him with his body as they walked.

Steve could feel his heart kicking around in his chest and his breathing becoming a little more laboured as Eddie brought him in closer again. 

He was worried.

He was worried that Eddie was going to get himself killed or hurt again helping Steve. He always got hurt helping him. Though his skin was pristine again and his movements were fluid, Steve vividly remembered what Eddie had looked like.

Looking at him right now, there wasn’t a single trace left of the broken and battered man who had draped himself across Steve’s couch nearly a month ago. 

But at the same time, while he was worried, there was a part of him that was excited.

Steve didn’t get into this line of work because he liked the cosy comfort of safety.

There was a thrill being here with Eddie.

There was a thrill at the idea of getting caught, the danger that came along with trying to sneak out of a packed room, unseen, moving slowly and close together, half in the shadows around the periphery.

Steve wasn’t sure exactly what Eddie was avoiding, probably multiple people at once, but he could tell he didn’t want to end up back in the crowd again. 

But in all honesty how much danger could Steve have possibly been in?

He could have been dragged somewhere quiet but he was hardly going to be drawn and quartered in this room.

But all in all it was very thrilling.

It really shouldn’t have been, but it was. 

Every time Eddie’s fingers tightened around his own, he felt it the whole way up his arm, straight towards his heart, hoping, just hoping that as soon as they were in the clear, he wouldn’t have to wait a number of weeks to see Eddie again. 

Honestly Steve was maybe a little lucky that Eddie still had a hold of him because he, again, had stopped paying attention to where they were going, too busy staring at Eddie who had a slightly intense look on his face, eyes constantly darting around the room and with body language that said ‘stay away’.

And it was all for Steve. He was doing it all for him. To keep him safe. To get him out of a dangerous situation he had put himself in. 

“Check in, dingus. Everything going okay? Your heart rate has been up for a while.” Robin’s voice sounded in his head.

Steve raised his hand, flipping the switch. “Yeah, everything’s good Birdie.” He muttered.

Eddie glanced back at him, his eyes flicking between Steve’s and then towards the hearing aid. He gave his fingers a squeeze before turning forward again.

“Okay. Are you gonna head out soon? Do you need an exit plan?”

“No, I have- I’m with… he-”

“Oh my god.” Robing breathed. “Kas showed up?” She whispered, so low that Steve barely caught it, trying not to be overheard by the other analysts who might still be in the office.

Steve couldn’t help the soft smile that spread over his face. “He did.”

“Ugh. Sappy. And you’re taking him home to fuck his brains out?”

“If I’m lucky.”

“As long as you remember to take the communicator off this time, I wish you luck.”

“Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“That’s such a weird phrase, but okay. I’ll hang out here until you give me the signal but please god switch your mic off. I don’t want to hear whatever boy-flirting you two get up to.”

Steve smiled to himself again. “Sure thing, boss.” He flipped the switch back off and looked up to find Eddie watching him out of the corner of his eye.

“Your analyst knows about me?” He asked, his body a little tenser than it had been.

“She’s my best friend.”

Eddie glanced over, his eyes getting softer. “That’s sweet.” He came to a stop next to a swinging door tucked out of sight.

“Okay, I don’t think anyone paid us much attention. Luckily, it’s getting later into the night and everyone’s already had plenty to drink because, apparently, professionalism is a dated concept-”

Eddie cut himself off, when he turned back around, coming face to face with Steve, pulling away a little and giving him a small bewildered smile.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Steve blinked back. “Like what?”

“Like you- like… Nevermind.” Eddie shook his head. “We’re going through the staff halls. Think your rich boy sensibilities can handle that?”

Steve rolled his eyes, pulling them both around until the door was behind him. “I thought I told you I don’t go in for that lifestyle anymore.”

“Yeah, but I saw you in there, sweetheart.” Eddie leaned forward and Steve leaned away, pushing the door open with his back but Eddie just followed through. “It’s like you were born to schmooze with boring old money and crooked elite.”

“How long were you watching me?”

Eddie spun, dragging him down a bright but deserted hallway at a much brisker pace this time, their hands still clasped together. 

“A while.”

They passed by a door that Steve could clearly hear through, the bustling sounds of a kitchen hard at work, getting every hors d'oeuvre exactly correct if he had to guess.

Through various twists and turns, Steve found himself being led underground, where the cold November night air was slowly able to seep through the concrete more and more until they were in a wide open garage, filled with rows and rows of cars.

“Did you drive here?” Eddie asked, holding Steve a little closer, their breath fogging up in the cold air.

“Are you going to warn me that maybe Creel has put a bomb under my car?”

“Nah.” Eddie smiled, wide and dazzling and mesmerising. “He’d never be as crass as that.”

“And you would be?” Steve asked as he scanned over the cars, itching to get behind the wheel of quite a few of them. Sports cars, vintage cars, a Rolls, a… fuck was that a Ford Model K?

Steve found himself drifting towards it, he wanted to touch but at the same time touching a car like that felt like a sin.

He didn’t get very far either way because Eddie kept pulling him in the opposite direction.

“You can look at the pretty cars another time, sweetheart. But to answer your question, explosives aren’t really my style. Way too loud, draws way too much attention. Ostentatious, if you ask me.”

Steve finally managed to tear his eyes away from the vintage car. “Sounds exactly like you.”

“You’re being very cheeky.”

“I’m just…” Steve huffed, trying to keep the blush away from his face. “I’m really happy to see you again.” He muttered before straightening his shoulders. “And no. I didn’t drive.”

Eddie blinked at him, chewing on the inside of his cheek with a small smile, but seemed to settle on pushing on with his line of questioning rather than commenting on the words Steve wished he could swallow back down.

“Then how did you get here? And how the hell did you plan on getting home?”

“Should have brought a chauffeur, huh?” He grinned. “I took an uber.”

“An- an uber?” Eddie looked scandalised. “You took an uber to a Creel Gala?”

“It was a luxury uber!”

“Not from your apartment building, I hope.”

“No. I’m not that stupid, thank you.” He gave Eddie a little shove. “What about you? Did you get chauffeured by someone, or something?”

“Not exactly.”

Eddie continued to face him, dragging him backwards until they came to a complete stop and Steve looked over. 

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

Eddie grinned, eyes flashing.

“Problem, sweetheart?”

"You're telling me you drove to a Gala, in a tux, on a motorbike?” It was a sleek and powerful looking thing. All black angles and harsh metal. “At least I was in a fucking car. Creel wouldn’t spring for you?" He smiled back.

“I… well… I wasn’t exactly supposed to be here tonight?” Eddie said, tilting the end of the sentence up like it was a question.

“Were you supposed to be out killing someone?”

“Not really.” He held a helmet out to Steve who took it. “I was just told I wasn’t needed.”

“That seems… suspicious.”

“Not that suspicious.” In the time it took for Steve to get the helmet over his head, Eddie had moved closer to him, gently bucking the strap under his chin. “It might surprise you to find out but bringing an assassin to a party generally tends to lower the mood.”

“But would they even know who you were?”

“Probably not. Probably think I’m someone hired to look mean and scary.” Eddie shrugged, forcing his own helmet down over his head, swinging his leg over the bike and straddling it with just a touch too much of a curve to his back to be natural.

Not that Steve was complaining.

“Hop on, sweetheart."

Steve raised an eyebrow but did as he was told, taking his time to press himself up against Eddie's back far harder than he needed to, winding his arms around his waist and holding on tight.

If he hadn’t been prepared for it, the roar of the bike as it took off would have made him jump.

He gave a little squeeze of his legs when they turned to stop his body lurching around. They sped up the incline towards the garage doors that opened automatically and then they were out into the night.

When they stopped outside Steve’s apartment building, Eddie made no move to get off the bike, he stayed firmly planted with the machine between his thighs and his face impossible to determine through the helmet while Steve slipped off behind him.

He stayed firmly within Eddie’s space as he pulled his helmet off, shaking his hair out and trying to get it to behave.

He gently pulled Eddie’s helmet from his head and tried not to smile at the atrocious state it had left his hair in.

“Gonna give me a kiss goodnight, sweetheart?” Eddie grinned at him all roguish bravado and white hot flirting that didn’t do a good enough job of hiding the nervous set of his jaw and the stiffness along his body, like he was ready to bolt at the slightest hint of rejection.

Steve tilted his head, reaching out to carefully run his hand over Eddie’s arm, tracing it the whole way down until he could lace their fingers together.

“Something like that.” Steve said softly, bringing his free hand up and running his thumb over Eddie’s bottom lip, featherlight. “Will you let me take care of you tonight, baby?”

Eddie stared up at him, lips parting ever so slightly under the weight of Steve’s thumb and tongue flicking out just a little to skim over the top.

“If you insist.”

“I do.”

Eddie finally rose from his seat, swinging his leg over so he was standing right in front of Steve, their hands still clasped between them.

“Lead the way.”

Despite how soft everything had started out, the energy in the elevator was charged, the two of them close to one another, Steve’s arm around Eddie’s shoulder, their hands clasped, not wanting to let each other go like they’d disappear into a puff of smoke if they did.

But they also seemed to be under a mutual agreement not to start anything until they were safely locked in Steve’s apartment or things could very well begin and end in that elevator.

Steve’s blood was already alight in anticipation. He felt like he was suffocating in the best way, being trapped in a tiny metal box with Eddie pressed into his side, completely surrounded by him.

He almost let out a sigh of relief when the doors opened, but he refused to let Eddie go far.

It just felt so right to have him tucked into his side, like they were two puzzle pieces that finally fit.

It took longer than he would have liked to get into his apartment, all those fucking locks be damned. 

Eddie didn’t waste a second.

Almost as soon as the door was closed behind them, he was on him, kissing him with so much heat and desperation Steve was left momentarily breathless, hands up under Eddie’s jacket fisted in the back of his shirt while Eddie managed to walk him back until he was pressed up against the door.

“Dingus, I swear to our Lord and Saviour Judy Garland, give me the fucking signal, I know what you’re doing. I can see your vitals, I can see you’re back at your apartment-”

Steve pulled back, reaching up to flip the switch and trying to control his breathing as Eddie latched onto his neck, biting and sucking and licking.

“I’ve dropped anchor.”

“God, that sounds disgusting right now. Okay, I’m leaving, go get ‘em tiger. Happy slutting.”

“Love you too, Birdie.”

Steve practically ripped the hearing aid out, dropping it onto the side table by the door and grabbing at Eddie’s face, crashing their lips back together.

The two of them were hungry, desperate, after months and months of flirting and teasing and just barely being on the edge of danger every time they saw each other. 

It was almost savage.

Eddie kissed him in a very similar way he had before but where the last kiss was full of anger and hurt and a little bit of confusion, this one was full of craving and eagerness and desire.

Steve was almost delirious with it, finally having him here was magical. He held Eddie close with a hand at the back of his neck, refusing to let him go anywhere, slipping his tongue into his mouth and trying to lick at everything he could reach.

Eddie’s hands were running up and down his body, diving under his jacket and untucking his shirt from his pants. 

His muffled shout of surprise was drowned in Eddie’s mouth as Eddie’s hands, cold from the bike, grabbed at the skin at his waist, mapping out the scars there by touch. 

Steve pushed, keeping them connected with wandering hands and nipping teeth but pushed nonetheless until Eddie was now the one being walked backwards, down the dim hall to Steve’s bedroom.

Eddie’s hands came up to fumble at Steve’s bowtie, getting it loose enough to tug free and throwing it away to the side somewhere while slipping Steve’s suit jacket off his shoulders.

Steve had his eyes closed, he couldn’t see anything, he didn’t need to, he knew the way to his bedroom blindfolded. 

He could feel Eddie’s lips on his and Eddie’s fingers as they started to fumble with the buttons of his shirt and the frustrated puff of air and the muttered words let out over his lips.

“Fuck this.”

Next thing Steve knew there was a great wrenching at the front of his shirt, the sound of fabric ripping and buttons pinging off the walls and Eddie’s fingers digging into his chest hair and pulling.

Steve’s knees nearly went out from under him. 

Glancing down he saw that not only had Eddie torn his fucking shirt open, he had also managed to tear his undershirt down the middle as well at the same fucking time, while looking immensely proud of himself.

“Was that necessary?” Steve growled, boxing him in against the wall right next to his open bedroom doorway.

Eddie ran a hand up his stomach, burying his fingers into Steve’s chest hair again and tugged hard while grinning across at him, sharp and wolfish.

“Entirely.”

Steve glared at him. “When did you decide to become a brat?”

“Awh.” Eddie cooed back. “Are you gonna pretend you don’t like it?”

“No.” Steve snapped his hands down, grabbing Eddie's thighs and hoisting him up, barely giving him a chance to scrabble to hold on.

Steve dove back in, capturing up Eddie’s lips again in a kiss before he could let his mouth run away with him. He could feel Eddie’s hard cock against his stomach as he stepped away from the wall and entered his bedroom, Eddie throwing a leg out to kick the door closed behind them.

With a great heave Steve threw him onto the bed, relishing in the surprised little squeak he let out before the air was punched out of his lungs when he landed. He just lay there, bouncing slightly, staring at Steve slack jawed and red faced.

“Clothes.” Steve waved his finger in a circular motion. “Off. Now.”

Eddie glanced down at himself then back up and Steve before surprisingly starting to pull himself out of his various layers with nary a bitchy comment to be heard. 

While Steve shucked off the tattered remains of his shirt, letting it flutter to the floor along with his undershirt and kicking his way out of his pants, he watched enraptured as Eddie slowly revealed more and more of his body.

Steve had seen some of his tattoos before, but most had been marred by horrible bruises and cuts, but now, Steve had the opportunity to examine them.

With not even a whisper of embarrassment, Eddie had stripped himself completely nude, all that dark black and grey inkwork standing out against his pale skin, complimenting it beautifully along with his delicious hard and heavy cock, red at the tip and laying against his hip, nestled in dark curls.

Steve took the barest of steps forward when Eddie made a move to sit up, standing between his spread legs, feeling the heat radiating between the two of them. He kept his body back, keeping all touch as minimal as possible as he slowly bent over and pushed Eddie back down with a gentle hand on his chest.

“Let me look at you.” Steve whispered, watching the way the tattoos rippled under his touch, fascinated. 

Eddie swallowed before his face broke into a wide grin, conceding and relaxing himself back onto the sheets with a satisfied look on his face. “Whatever you say, big boy.” His voice rumbled low and teasing. Steve could feel it through his hand.

He took his time, stepping back to take it all in, steadily cataloguing everything he could about Eddie’s body, raking his eyes over the tattoos as Eddie’s face got pinker and pinker under his continued silent scrutiny.

There were the ones he'd seen before, the Kas tattoo, the D&D dice, the cracking marble, the mug with a hat inside with the Chicago Bulls logo on it. The tree on his ribs with the roots extending down his hip and the hourglass on the opposite side.

But now that he was looking and allowed to look, he took everything new in with hungry eyes.

There was a raven in flight spread in between his hips, drawing Steve’s eye down. Though he could have spent far longer than was necessary staring down at Eddie’s cock, mapping it with his eyes, learning where every vein settled, the different colours it would turn as he got more painfully aroused, how it looked when it was weeping and twitching and pulsing, how the velvety smooth skin sat stretched, there would be plenty of time for that.

He dragged his eyes lower. Over Eddie’s left thigh was a shadowed image of the grim reaper, a pocket watch hanging from one outstretched clawed and skeletal hand. His right leg was completely covered in an elaborate sleeve of a dragon, shaded and highlighted beautifully in black and grey, making the scales look like glinting silver. 

Steve looked back up. Eddie was watching him, his big brown eyes half lidded and lustful, his chest was fluttering with his heavy breaths under Steve’s gaze, there was a beautiful dusting of pink across his cheeks and down his neck and he squirmed a little under the scrutiny.

Like having Steve’s eyes on his face was more intimate than everything they’d just done.

“Anything I’m missing out on the back?”

Eddie’s face split into another mischievous and smug smile. “I dunno.” He shrugged a little, gripping the sheets between his fingers. “Maybe.”

“Well, I’d better find out then, hadn’t I?” He motioned Eddie to turn. “Hands and knees, baby.”

Eddie bit his lip, looking like he was trying to decide between bratting out and biting back or being good. Eventually he let his lip fall from his mouth, red and glistening.

Eddie rolled himself over, all brash confidence and performance, pulling himself up onto all fours, spreading his knees wide and bowing his back, stretching his arms out in front of him like a cat, putting his whole asshole on display and giving a little satisfied hum when the breath was completely stolen from Steve’s body at the sight.

Eddie’s front was more decorated than his back, though there were still those spindly bat wings spread over his shoulders and down his arms but it was the others, three smaller ones by comparison to all of Eddie’s others, that made Steve finally reach back out and touch.

Over his right ass cheek he had a bite mark inked in, the indents where the canines should have been were made to look deep and round, like something with fangs had bitten in.

On his left cheek were just two words. ‘Spank Here’.

Steve had to grab at it, gripping the flesh between his fingers, looking at how the words distorted as he pulled Eddie’s cheek to the side, feeling something white hot flood his body when Eddie inhaled in surprise.

“You are a little minx.” Steve muttered, dragging the thumb of his free hand over the third tattoo that caught his attention.

The word ‘Harder’ inked into Eddie’s lower back.

“Seems like I’m getting some instructions back here, baby.” He said, almost taken by surprise at himself and how hungry he sounded.

Eddie was panting like Steve was doing so much more to him and Steve couldn’t wait to find out just how much he could get him to unravel.

He pressed his palm over the word ‘Harder’, letting his thumb rest against Eddie’s hole, just the lightest of touches but it was enough to have Eddie trying to push back.

“I-“ Eddie gasped out, his thundering heartbeat nearly audible in his voice. “I prepped.”

Steve smiled, sharp and feral. He put some pressure behind the weight of his thumb, just barely breaching. Based on how tight Eddie was Steve could guess he hadn’t tried to open himself up much, even if he had, he wouldn’t have stayed open this long. He’d probably just flushed himself.

“Did you?”

Eddie tried to rock his hips back but Steve held him firm with his other hand, still gripping at the flesh of his cheek.

“Stop teasing me.”

“Don’t be impatient.”

Eddie tried to push back again, glaring at Steve over his shoulder. 

“Are you going to put something in me this year because-” Eddie cut off with a strangled noise of surprise as Steve pushed his thumb in, just up to the first knuckle before pulling it back.

“Tell me why you prepped and I'll give you what you want.”

Even though it was what Steve had asked for, he was still maybe being a little bit mean because when Eddie opened his mouth to answer he started putting pressure against his hole again, not quite pushing in but just teasing at it, enjoying the way he could make it more difficult for him to speak, just with his hands.

“I- ah, fuck. I… I hoped I’d get to talk to you again.” Eddie groaned out, still trying to push back.

“Just talk to me?”

Eddie whined, dropping his chin down and shaking his head. “No. No.” He gasped. “I hoped you’d rearrange my guts for me, so could you get to it please?”

Steve hummed, both satisfied and even more feral than before. He bent down to place a kiss against the small of Eddie’s back before dropping himself to his knees, dragging his tongue down, hot and wet over Eddie’s hole, pushing in as much as he could without warning.

He had both hands on Eddie’s cheeks, pulling them apart and licking in like a starving man, wanting to devour him whole while Eddie writhed above him, cursing and moaning, letting out those delicious little ‘ah, ah, ah’ noises that had Steve’s blood thundering.

He would have liked to keep going until he physically couldn’t anymore, driving Eddie insane until he could no longer talk but Steve was not very patient at that moment. With one last lick as deep as he could get, he pulled his tongue out and ignored Eddie’s debauched and bratty whine of complaint.

“Can’t rearrange your guts with my tongue, baby.”

“You sure?” Eddie breathed out, shaking and trying to get his arms to behave, holding him up. “You could give it a try.”

“I could.” Steve smiled, pulling his lube and a condom out of his bedside table, dribbling some out onto his fingers and warming it up a little before pressing his wet finger against Eddie’s hole again, teasing. “How do you like it?”

“Thought you were reading the instructions?”

Steve brought his hand down in a hard smack, right over the ‘Spank Here’ tattoo.

Eddie jerked forward with a cry, a dribble of precum dripping out onto the bed sheets below.

“Like that?”

“Yup.” He nodded quickly. “Mm-hmm. Yeah. Like that. Please, sweetheart,” Eddie rocked his hips back and Steve let him this time, allowing him to fuck himself on his finger, hard and unforgiving, “need you in me yesterday.”

Again, Steve could hardly argue. He wanted the same damn thing and his patience was wearing thin. 

When he pulled his finger back to try and ease a second in, Eddie speared himself on the two of them at once with barely a shudder.

“Fuck.” Steve cursed under his breath before ripping the condom packet open with his teeth, fumbling to get it on with his slippery fingers. “You like it rough?” He asked, lubing himself up again. “You like it to hurt?”

“Yes, Jesus H. Christ.” Eddie hissed, his teeth clenched. “Come on, or I’ll-”

Steve didn’t get to find out what Eddie was going to threaten him with as he pushed in, slow and steady, everything tight and hot and wet around him. He didn’t give Eddie any time to adjust, letting him have exactly what he wanted, pulling back out and slamming back in with enough force to punch a loud moan out of his throat.

He started up a hard pace, watching with relish as Eddie was reduced to a puddle beneath him, grabbing at his trim waist, using it to bend his back down even further, dragging him back and forth, fucking into him mercilessly.

Eddie was only able to speak the barest of curses under his breath and that wasn’t good enough. Steve wanted to wreck him, he wanted to ruin him, he wanted him so fucked out he couldn’t string a sentence together, he wanted to give him exactly what he asked for.

So in one hand he grabbed a fistful of hair, using that to drag Eddie back for a few thrusts, bring his other hand down as hard as he could in a smack that should have been loud enough to bounce around the room, but it was drowned out by Eddie’s responding shout.

He wasn’t going to be able to keep this up, he was getting close already. He’d been aching to have Eddie this way for such a long time and now that he had him, it was intoxicating. He’d never be able to forget it and Steve knew he’d be wanting it for the rest of his life.

He knelt his way up onto the mattress, nudging Eddie’s knees further apart until he was practically splayed wide open, spine bowed and head bent back by Steve’s fist in his hair, his whole body shaking.

Steve released his grip from Eddie’s hair but didn’t let up, grabbing at his shoulders and shoving him face down into the mattress, pounding into him relentlessly.

Eddie’s eyes were rolling back in his head and his mouth was hanging open, drooling onto the sheets below as small moans and whimpers were being punched out of his lungs by Steve’s cock.

“You close, baby?” Steve asked, his voice strained as he tried to keep his own orgasm at bay.

Eddie closed his mouth, trying to form the words, before just nodding, watching Steve over him with dark eyes and a flushed face.

Steve felt something animalistic and possessive take over him, looping his hands underneath Eddie’s shoulders and pulling him up onto his lap, sitting back on his heels and spearing Eddie deeper and harder than he had before while Eddie screamed out.

He dragged one hand down Eddie’s chest and stomach, wrapping his fingers around his cock.

He used his other hand to turn Eddie’s face towards him, holding him by the jaw and neck, hand just under his ear and kissed him deep and filthy.

Eddie’s lips trampled against his as he moaned into his mouth, trying to kiss him back. It only took a few tugs of Steve’s hand before Eddie was cumming with an entire full body shudder and a cry that Steve swallowed down, feeling him tighten around him, sending him over the edge.

He dragged Eddie’s hips down against him, deep and harsh, grinding up as he filled the condom, nearly having an out of body experience.

Eddie was completely limp in his grasp, the only sign that he hadn’t blacked out was the fluttering of his eyelashes against Steve’s neck as he blinked and panted, trying to catch his breath.

Steve guided the two of them to lay down, hissing lightly as he slipped out, kissing up and down Eddie’s neck as he let out a little whimper. He made quick work of the condom, tying it off and throwing it off the bed somewhere to be dealt with in the morning.

There were a few wet spots on the bed sheets, lube, drool, precum, cum, but it seemed like they had managed to avoid the worst of it, if the spatter across the floor was anything to go by.

Again another problem for the morning. Steve didn’t want to do anything at that moment except take care of his man.

He pushed himself up onto his elbow, brushing some hair from Eddie’s face, who smiled up at him, exhausted and completely fucked out.

“You good, baby?”

Eddie nodded, wriggling back a little so he was pressed up against Steve’s chest.

“You wanna be little spoon again?”

When Eddie nodded a second time, Steve leaned down to press a kiss to his cheek, tugging him in close and holding him tight, using his legs to kick the bedsheets up over the two of them, not wanting to let go of him for a second.

As he tucked the duvet in around the both of them, Eddie’s breathing already evened out and steady, his face relaxed in sleep, Steve snuggled down and tried really hard not to think about sticking that giant ‘L’ word label on the feelings that had been lingering at the back of his mind for a while now.

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[sun-and-moon-mushroom]

Day 28: “No… Not Like This”

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(Based on this idea)

When Shen Qingqiu had realised that there was no way to avoid pushing Luo Binghe into the Abyss, no way to make sure his disciple didn’t blacken into the vengeful protagonist he’d once read about, he may have panicked a little. A solid week later, after locking himself in the hidden section of the Qing Jing library and looking through every book and scroll he could find, he had a potential solution — not something that could keep Luo Binghe at his side, but one that could save him from the terrible fate of the original Shen Qingqiu.

It was a simple enough curse, something he could vaguely remember being used against one of Binghe’s wives in Proud Immortal Demon Way — it bound the lives of two individuals together, so that the harm done to one would be shared with the other, but only in one way. The wife, #578 if he remembered correctly, had her life bound to Luo Binghe’s by an enemy of her family, who hoped that the injuries done to the demonic emperor during his regular adventures, the ones that his heavenly demon blood would heal him from, would be shared with the poor wife character, killing her off. Then, her family would naturally blame Luo Binghe and rebel against him, leading to their own destruction! A surprisingly decent plan, cor Airplane-Shooting-Towards-The-Sky at least, but it had obviously failed when Luo Binghe had broken the curse through dual cultivation with the afflicted maiden.

Of course, if it was just dual cultivation that was needed to break the curse, Shen Qingqiu would have never even considered using it, since Binghe would obviously meet many of his future wives before he returned to take his revenge on Shen Qingqiu. No, it specifically had to be dual cultivation with the person the curse bound your life to, and he was sure that Luo Binghe would never accept doing such a thing with his old master, especially if it required him to take the position of —

Anyway! Shen Qingqiu figured the best time to place the curse was just before they left for the Immortal Alliance Conference. He wasn’t likely to get injured, and after the demons attacked, Luo Binghe would probably dismiss any injuries as from a monster attack he didn’t fully notice. It was simple enough to do, especially since Luo Binghe slept in the side room of his house — all he needed as a little bit of blood and a little bit of time to complete it.

Things seemed to be going well — the Conference was attacked on schedule, although things had diverged a little from canon — really, Shen Qingqiu was a bit glad that his Binghe didn’t have his first time with a girl who was actively dying, that was really more coercion than consent. Things only went wrong, when instead of the monster that was meant to appear to break Binghe’s seal, Mobei-jun himself appeared from the Abyss. Shen Qingqiu fought him, ordering Luo Binghe to stand down — but then Without-A-Cure flared up, and the moment he faltered, he felt his body be pierced by spears of ice, and heard a cry of pain from behind him.

He turned his head to see Luo Binghe, his sword in hand, and with blood staining his pure white robes, looking at Shen Qingqiu with an expression of horror on his face. It wasn’t meant to happen so soon, not like this. Shen Qingqiu could barely process the image before he was thrown — right into a tree — as Mobei-jun turned his attention to the half-demon disciple. He watched as Luo Binghe had his demonic powers unsealed and Mobei-jun left, before staggering to his feet, Xiu Ya still in his hand.

When Luo Binghe looked up at him, fear and panic in his eyes, he steeled himself for the role he had to play.

“How long have you been studying demonic cultivation?”

Binghe tried to explain, but Shen Qingqiu couldn’t let him. If he’d already gone this far, even cursing the protagonist, shouldn’t he do the role of the villain justice?

“Did you really think I didn’t know you were a demon? Those wounds you have — they’re from a curse I placed on you, to make sure a beast like you wouldn’t betray the Peak. But now? Now there’s no other option but getting rid of you — Cang Qiong will be blamed for this mess, along with you.”

His heart broke as he spoke those words, but it was necessary — something he had decided beforehand. The break between them, the severing of their master and disciple bond, it had to be a clean cut. He may have treated Luo Binghe well, but turning on him out of nowhere would only make him suffer more. It was better this way, for him to believe that Shen Qingqiu had always hated him for the simple matter of his heritage.

Xiu Ya in hand, he pushed Luo Binghe closer and closer to the edge of the Abyss. Any surge of hesitation in his heart was ruthlessly squashed by the ticking timer in the corner of his vision, almost down to the last few seconds. He thrust the blade forwards, expecting Binghe to dodge, only for him to take the blade right into his chest. Shen Qingqiu felt his eyes burn as Luo Binghe slid off the end of his blade, falling backwards into the gaping maw behind him. When… when did it start raining?

[pubbybutch]

May I request Vex, Pike, and Keyleth with a GN S/O who is kind of an idiot? Like they're stupid strong but if something complex is being discussed you can just see the thousand yard stare and the stupid grin as they imagine themselves doing literally anything else? And, being more brawn than brains, they have to bail them out of their bad plans. Who wants to fist fight a dragon? I DO!

VOX MACHINA X Dumbass (affectionate) Reader Head Canons

Thank you very much anon for your ask, I’m sorry this took forever! 💚💚💚

Vex 

Vex always knew that the lights were not all on upstairs, and she knew it would bite the entirety of Vox Machina in the ass. 

The first night she really realised how extreme your lack of common sense is, has you pitted against two half-orcs with some ties to some big thing in Wildemount (you didn’t quite catch whatever it was they said), two against one and with both your opponents skilled and highly trained fighters the outcome was plainly inevitable.

 So now here you sit, slumped over a chair, Vex rubbing your back soothingly her deft hands easing your breathing as you recover from being winded, a fierce punch to your stomach having completely squished the air from your lungs and was that pain in your side a broken rib? 

That's the first time Vex really notices. But now she knows how your mind works or perhaps doesn't work, she just sits and waits for you to fuck up enough to call to her for help or to fall onto the stool next to hers.

After ANOTHER repeat of your shenanigans, she ends up recruiting Vax to aid her in carrying your exhausted and very passed out body up the stairs of the parties tavern of choice and getting you situated on a bed.

Vex opts for the windowsill. She always does when this happens. Letting you take the bed to hopefully help in the recovery process and lessen the effects of tomorrow’s guaranteed hangover. 

Sleep doesn't come easy as Vex jolts up at every unconscious groan that escapes your lips as you turn in your sleep and pain popping up due to the movement. You dumbass, of course you wouldn’t win. Complete dim-wit, her dim-wit.

Keyleth

Looking on at the mess that you had managed to create in the kitchen of Greyskull Keep was exactly when her suspicions were confirmed. Suspicions may not be the right way to describe it, despite how much has flown over her head in the past Keyleth was nearly certain that you were as reckless as… well something that was big and reckless and maybe just a little bit idiotic. 

And the penny finally dropped in her mind.

She has often tried and failed to hold you back from a fight after someone (usually some pretentious elven dickbag) bad-mouths her in the street, resulting in a fight that can only be described as completely avoidable.

Keyleth supports as much of your weight as she can when you get knocked out, attempting to get you out of the fray as quickly as possible, but she can barely drag the two of you behind a crate in a side alley.

You can almost always count on coming back to consciousness while Keyleth is doing her best to stop the swelling on your eye and trying to make sure your not bleeding internally.

She is so goddamn concerned for you, please stop scaring her like this.

Pike

At this point Pike accepts that anytime you head out for a day of merrymaking (aka getting fucking black-out drunk in a tavern or two) she’s gonna be exhausted and have no spells left before you even get to sundown.

When you go unconscious, which is only inevitable, Pike always beelines towards you regardless of what is going on around her. Ignoring or brushing off any hits she may get in the process, she tanks through to get to you as quickly as she possibly can.

Even if she gets down to her last little cure wounds you can be guaranteed that she’ll save those spells for you if she can (much to the dismay of one Scanlan Shorthalt, his grumbles and annoyed mutters of ‘those should be my spells…’

As soon as you’re stabilised and safe-ish, you’re slung over her shoulder and Pike clangs her way through the destruction and chaos of the street-turned battlefield outside the pub, pushing past and far enough away so that you’re safe. Ignoring the shouts of Percy's pained yelps as his pepperbox explodes in his goddamn hands and Minxie doing her best to swipe a giant paw across someone’s torso, Pike always tries to get you outta there if she can.

Avoiding resurrections is of utmost importance when it comes to her sweetheart.

[oyasuminto]

i see its lawrence loving hours so im gonna send a few things ^^

• showering with lawrence and how does it go

• just getting high in general with lawrence

• quiet, soft talks with lawrence

•lawrence realising you are jealous when he talks to others how would that go

Let's goooo finally finishing something I started like a year and a half ago baybeeee

showering with lawrence and how does it go

Showering with him can go one of two ways. (a) Extremely awkward. Lawrence is staring right at the wall with a bright red face, so red that you might worry the water's too hot for him, even though you're shivering from how cold the spray is. Any time you try to express concern you're met with a clipped demand to turn around and stop looking at him. (b) Lawrence is in one of his moods and can't keep his hands off of you. His icy, trembling fingers poke and pinch and prod and it hurts! He can picture your body properly dismantled broken down like livestock and drained of blood so perfect so empty. So just stop moving and stay. Still. He knows what's best. He knows how to care for you.

just getting high in general with lawrence

Lawrence forgets that not everyone has as high a tolerance as him, that the bare minimum to make him high and floaty could send someone else into the worst trip of their life. He likes how drowsy you get, how sleepy and dumb and unable to resist. So weak and fragile like a dead dry flower that crumbles at a mere touch he could take your life without a second thought. He could do whatever he wanted to you, and there would be nothing you could do to stop him. You're limp and empty like a corpse.

quiet, soft talks with lawrence

It's rare that you get a full-blown conversation with Lawrence. Most days it's more akin to him talking at you than with you. In fact, some days he seems annoyed at you for even breathing too loudly. Sometimes you get, lucky, though, and you catch him in a good mood (as good as Lawrence's moods can be, at least). He's not the greatest conversation partner, as he'll often just nod and hum at what feels like the right moments without actually offering much. Find the right topic (plants, art, mortality) and you may find yourself in an interesting back and forth. Lawrence can actually be quite philosophical when he wants to be, and though much of what he says makes little sense, you'll always come out of it with an interesting new outlook to consider.

lawrence realising you are jealous when he talks to others how would that go

He hates talking to people. He hates how loud they are. He hates their judgemental stares. He hates their unpredictable behavior. He hates all of it. Lawrence avoids the living like the plague. He feels so much more at home when surrounded by death and decay. So when you cling to his side, perhaps even try shooing off Lawrence's conversation partner, he can't help but feel a wave of relief washing over him. He doesn't even begin to expect that you may have been jealous. Hell, he may not have even noticed that you were trying to end the interaction prematurely. You may have to tell him straight-up that you were jealous. He won't entirely know how to react. He's never really seen himself as worthy of being jealous over. He's not worthy never good enough no-one can see him stop looking at him now. But... it's nice, having something need him so much, none of his other plants can need him the same way you do. His own special calathea.

[bts-hyperfixation]

Kinktober Day 9

Namjin - Teasing

Degradation, Hard(is) dom Namjoon, subby/switchy Jin, teasing, drinking

Disclaimer: Don’t degrade people in bed without having a conversation about it first. Also maybe don’t try to be hard dom with someone you don’t know sexually. These three have a presumably long history where sex lives have been discussed more than once.

You've spent all night flitting from guy to guy, free drink to free drink, having the time of your life as you leave each one in the dust. Occasionally you find it difficult to ditch a particular man and you have to flit back to home base. Namjoon and Jin sit in a booth in the corner of the bar watching as you hop through the bar, leaving a trail of broken hearts behind you. 

"How's your night going guys?" You ask falling back into the booth and cuddling up to Jin, just as your latest victim makes his way through the crowd looking for you. He looks confused to find you wrapped around another man but seems to count his losses and disappears back into the crowd. You relax a little and reach to take a swig from Namjoon's glass, but the idol is too quick and snatches it away from you. 

"Our nights’ going just great, but don't you think you're doing too much Y/N?" Namjoon fixes you with his best disapproving glare. 

You shrug and instead reach for Jin's glass. The older man just shakes his head as you take a long swig before handing it back to him.

"I don't think I'm doing enough honestly. There is at least half a room I have yet to get through..." You survey the room to find your next target. 

"Why, are you missing me too much?" You smile cheekily at Namjoon "Or are you jealous that I'm grinding on them and not you Joonie? Want a quick dance before I go again?" 

You offer the man your hand, expecting him to swat you away. Instead, he takes your hand and makes his way around the table, pulling you up with him. He signals for Jin to follow you and heads into the middle of the dance floor. 

An indiscernible dance track blares over the speaker system. Namjoon spins you in his arms so your back presses against his chest. One arm snakes around your waist to keep you in place as he reaches for Jin with the other. He rolls against your back, grinding in time with the beat as Jin watches. The older man's hand falls on your hips as he sways with you to the rhythm sandwiching you between the two of them. You can't help feeling more turned on by your two friends than you have by any of your previous victims. It almost feels unfair as they tease you, knowing that you can't truly ever have them the way you'd really like to.

In reality, it's only a taste of your own medicine and you know that. But you can't help the tingling in the pit of your stomach as they tease you, hands roaming your body, claiming you publicly so you won't be able to return to your game after this. The song winds down but they are only just getting started. They swap places, spinning you around and pinning you against Jin's hard frame as Namjoon cups your face between his finger and thumb. 

"See how it's not nice to tease Y/N?" he chastises. You swallow thickly but refuse to back down. 

"A bit of harmless flirting has never hurt anyone Joon." 

You attempt to wriggle from their grasp but Jin has made that impossible with the way his fingers claw into your hips. He grinds on rhythm, making sure you can feel every inch of him. Every fibre of your being wants to grind back and play with him the same way he is you, but Namjoon keeps your focus on him. Not allowing you to escape the way his eyes bore into yours. 

For a brief moment, it feels as though he may lean in, kiss you and put you out of your misery. The only reason you'd bounced around all evening had been to avoid how great your friends looked. All you wanted to do was take your mind off the gnawing pit of pining in your stomach every time you looked at the two of them. Just as quick as the flash appeared, it disappeared. He let go of your chin and continued dancing. Jin lets up from behind you as well and you suddenly feel a little bit too sober.

You think about running away to get another drink, or maybe take a break in the smoking area but it's like Namjoon senses your need to flee. He grabs your hand and spins you around. You nearly stumble but he catches you almost effortlessly, holding you close until he is sure you're steady. Even when he is sure you are settled he holds onto you, dancing a little more innocently this time around. 

"Why are you doing this to me?" You groan, as Jin dances up behind you again.

"Why? Can't handle taking what you're willing to dole out so freely?" The oldest taunts. 

You reach behind you and grab his shirt in your fist, preventing him from backing away, living in the fantasy a moment longer. 

"Not when it's you." You admit. Instead of pulling away like you think they might, they press in closer. You tilt your head up and Namjoon is right there, lingering so close. 

"You talk an awful big game for someone that folds so easily Y/N." Namjoon brushes stray hairs away from your face. 

You could lean in and just kiss him. He is so close, it wouldn't take much to close the distance.

"Maybe I don't want to play anymore." Your grip on Jin tightens as it feels like he tries to step back. 

"I think it's time we got out of here. don't you?" He asks, more aimed at Namjoon than you, but you still nod. 

You let go of his shirt but he takes your hand and leads you from the club. Namjoon's hand lands on your back, ushering you from behind and reassuring you that he is still following you. It's cold outside the club. The air is bitter as it hits your face, Jin pulls you close, and tries to shield you from the wind as Namjoon phones for a car to collect you.

"Maybe we should have waited inside." Jin comments, hugging you closely. 

You shake your head, and bury your head in his chest, glad to be free of the confusing teasing. It doesn't take the taxi long to get to you and Namjoon ushers the two of you in before him. You sit between the two men, assuming you are now safe from the weird air that had settled between you in the club. More than ready to return back to your pining but happy close friendship. They seem to have other ideas.

As the taxi drives, Jin lays his head on your shoulder, nuzzling against you. Slightly odd but not altogether that bizarre. Then Namjoon's hand starts rubbing along your thigh. Maybe it was just to make sure you were warm enough, maybe he didn't realise how close his fingers were getting to your panty line. You glance up at him, only to find him hovering mere inches from your face again.

"So tell me Y/N, who exactly were you trying to tease? The men you were playing with? Or us?" He asks, eyebrows raised, his breath warm on your face.

"Them." You answer, not sounding as confident as you may have done an hour before.

"So you weren't hoping we would be watching you? Wishing we could be your victims instead? Desperately wishing we would notice that you were watching us while they were watching you?" 

You blush, forgetting how observant Namjoon could be.

"Maybe a little bit, but it's not like I will get what I want anyway." You shrug getting tired of the game you started, it's no fun if you're not the one doing the teasing. 

"Who told you that you couldn't get what you wanted?" Jin asks, his lips brushing against the skin on your neck. 

"It's always seemed pretty obvious it was off the table. Can we move on now? We are nearly back to yours anyway." You try to brush them off but they refuse to back down. 

"How can something be off the table when you never even presented the idea." Jin questions, shuffling as close as possible to you.

 At this point the teasing is starting to feel mean, they just want you to admit what you want so they can make fun of you, surely there is no other outcome here.

"Tell us what you really want Y/N and maybe you'll be surprised to find out we want it too." Jin asks.

"Will you drop it if I tell you?" 

Eager to get it over with so you can run away and maybe never talk to the two of them again. They nod eagerly and wait for you to divulge your deepest secret to them. You take a deep breath wondering briefly if these words would have ever crossed your lips if you'd been sober.

"I want to be with you... both of you... together."

"And is that just in a sexual way?" Jin presses himself against your side.

"Or a more than sex way?" Namjoon's hand trails to the crook where your thigh meets your tummy.

"Because we have always wanted you... in a more than sex way." Jin continues.

"We just figured you didn't see us that way until we saw the way you reacted to us on the dance floor."

"I didn't mean to take it that far Y/N, I couldn't help myself," Namjoon confesses. You blink like a deer caught in the headlights, your brain taking more than its fair share of time to catch up with the situation at hand. 

"You want to be more than friends? Like you want to date? Both of you... and me?" You spell out the proposition, making sure you haven't misunderstood.

"In more of a 'the three of us, all date each other' kind of way but yes." Jin clarifies. 

"Right, of course," You nod. "And this isn't a joke right?" 

Jin chuckles as you turn to look at Namjoon. Instead of an answer, you are met with a kiss, a long, deep kiss filled with more emotion than you could even attempt to muster right now. 

"Definitely not a joke." Namjoon affirms pulling away. 

Jin quickly tilts your head towards him, replacing Namjoon's lips with his own. The car pulls up outside of their dorm. Namjoon pays quickly as Jin helps you out of the car. His arm wraps around your waist keeping you close to him, seemingly unable to be away from you any more. Namjoon falls into step on your free side, taking your hand in his. 

The moment you reach the apartment Jin sweeps you up against the wall, kissing you breathless as Namjoon does a quick sweep of the dorm for the other men. They were on break and supposed to be sleeping at their own apartments but they had a tendency to drop in when it suited them. Originally you were going to borrow one of their beds this evening but it looked like that might not be necessary now. 

"Looks like it's just us tonight." Namjoon confirms returning to you in the hallway. He presses up against Jin's back and reaches one arm around the elder's waist as the other falls on the wall next to your head. "What do you say we take this to the bedroom and worry about working out the logistics after we have thoroughly ruined this friendship once and for all?" He asks, nipping at Jin's neck until Jin pulls away from you to lean back on Joon's shoulder. The younger man gladly uses the new angle to his advantage licking along the newly exposed skin. You watch on as they seemingly forget about you for a while. 

Namjoon embraces Jin totally, turning him so that they can kiss properly, hands running over each others body in a way that suggests this may not be new territory for them. Joon yelps as Jin bites down on his lower lip, earning the vocalist a punishing tap on his ass. You rub your thighs together, desperate for little attention, but loathe to interrupt before you can see where this is going. The scolding tap, turns into a full grasp, the barely taller man using the leverage to lift Jin onto his tip toes. Jin whimpers as Namjoon's fingers dig into the flesh of his ass. You can't help the whine that escapes your mouth mimicking Jin's and bringing the attention back to you. 

"Aw, little flirt couldn't wait her turn." Namjoon comments, pity in his eyes. He caresses Jin, holding the man fully against him, hands roaming freely, disappearing under clothing while he keeps his eyes locked on yours. You watch as he touches Jin in everyway you want them to touch you. He helps the older man out of his shirt, tossing it in your direction. You catch obediently, not sure if that was really his plan but he seemed pleased. "Shall we move to a bedroom?" 

You nod and trail behind them as they make their way to Namjoon's single room at the end of the hall. Namjoon points towards you and then towards a chair in the corner. You fold up the shirt, place it on the back, and then sit down waiting for your turn. Your just hoping it won't take too long.

Namjoon whispers something in Jin's ear and suddenly he refuses to look away from you. You don't know where to look. The obvious choice may be keeping eye contact with Jin, not letting his gaze waiver. But you've never had such a perfect opportunity to stare at him so exposed, his body lay bare before you as Namjoon disposed of his jeans and underwear. You don't get a chance to decide before Joon is addressing you.

"Can you wait your turn Y/N? Can you be a good girl?" You nod enthusiastically, wanting nothing more than to see how this unfolds before you. "And what if I told you that you couldn't touch yourself?" You don't falter, confident whatever comes next will be worth the wait. "What if you couldn't see? If I had you face the wall with your hands behind your back while you listened to Jin's pretty moans, unable to know what it is that I can do that makes him sound like that?"

"But that doesn't seem fair." You pout, crossing your arms. 

"It seems pretty fair to me, Jin didn't spend all night being a slut to get my attention." He shrugs, "I think that pretty mouth of yours just earned you that final option." He waves at you to spin around. You make your displeasure known. Huffing as you turn to straddle the chair. You lean forward, taking comfort in the smell on Jin's cologne left behind on his shirt.. You can hear the movement behind you. The sound of Namjoon's belt hitting the floor. Jin crying out because of the way he's being touched. The gentle slapping of skin coming together. 

Jin's terribly noisy in bed, although you can't tell if that was purely for your benefit. Periodically, Namjoon throws in a grunt for good measure making sure you suffer. You fidget in place, finding traction on the chair. You begin to wriggle back and forth running you clit along the seem in your panties. You're so close to getting off on the sound of them when they start paying attention to you again.

"I thought I told you not to touch yourself." You can tell Namjoon is annoyed just by the tone he uses. 

"M'not." You reply, still grinding down. You put your hands out like you're being arrested to prove your point. He just tuts at your reaction. You can hear the bed spring move as he climbs off and comes towards you. His hands force down on your shoulders to stop you from getting yourself off.

"Do I need to force you to sit still brat? Maybe we should remove your clothes so you have nothing to play with anymore. Jin do you want to help her undress?" Jin appears at your side, clear disappointment in his eyes.

"Up" He commands and Namjoon lets go to allow you off the chair. "Impatient little bitch. Couldn't even wait for me to finish." He shakes his head disapprovingly. You glance down and see just how close he must have been to cumming.

"Want you to finish with me anyway." You shrug.

"Bold of you to assume I only plan on cumming once." His slender finger reach for the zip on the side of your dress. You let the straps fall off your shoulders and gravity does the rest. You side step away from the pile of fabric and wait for their next move. Namjoon unclasps your bra from behind you, and Jin kneels , hooking his fingers in your underwear to drag them down with him.

"Pretty." Jin whispers, unable to stop himself. Namjoon bites down on your shoulder just as Jin sinks his teeth into your thigh. Jin licks the mark gently before moving on to make more. He leaves a small litter of angry red crescents along your previously unblemished skin. Namjoon takes a different approach sticking to one particular patch. He sucks until it feels like your neck is throbbing. You can't imagine how purple it will turn over the next few hours. 

"Can we trust you to behave now?" Namjoon asks pulling away, offering Jin his hand. Jin takes it gladly at stands up. 

"I don't want to behave, I'm sick of the teasing." 

"Then you shouldn't have started a game you couldn't finish Y/N." Namjoon says.

"Please Joonie, let me join in, I'll make you feel so good. I promise I will make you cum so fast you won't know hat hit you. Both of you. Just please, please let me touch." You beg, five seconds away from launching yourself to the floor to plead your case even harder. The two idols glance at you, then at each other, and then back to you.

"Fine but you better make good on those promises." Jin relents. You nod vigorously before launching yourself at him. Completely unprepared, Jin stumbles backwards and on to the bed. He shuffles in to a more comfortable position, laying flat out underneath you as you go to town. You kiss and bite all the way down his chest. You linger on his nipples, testing out just how sensitive they are. He squeals and tries to push you away as you tug lightly at one as your thumb circles the other. It only makes you want to tease him more, sucking harder and listening as the squeal turned to a groan. 

Satisfied, you moved on. You worshipped every inch of his tummy, leaving no space untouched. Just as you reach his pubic mound you pull away. He whines at the loss of your mouth on his skin but you have a better plan in mind. You straddle his crotch and lift yourself enough to fit him inside you. 

You ride him slowly at first adjusting to how big he feels inside of you. You can't resist bracing yourself on his chest, fingers brushing against his nipples with each bounce. When it's clear your legs are starting to tire, Namjoon comes behind you, supporting you through the ache in your legs, grinding against you. You can feel his cock pushing against your back. 

An arm reaches around you to play with your clit, coaxing you over the edge just as Jin reaches his orgasm. You settle into his lap as Namjoon plays with you, pushing you to your own tipping point as he continues to rut himself on your back, too impatient to wait for your pussy to be free. Jin's hands trail along your thighs, fingertips tracing the bite marks he left behind. You can feel Namjoon's release as it spills onto your back, hot and messy. His groan is deep in your ear as he finally allows himself to rest some of his weight on you, covering himself in his own cum in the process. 

His arm encircles your waist as he drags the two of you from on top of Jin to his side. Jin turns to face the two of you, delicately brushing hair away from your sweaty forehead before doing the same for Namjoon. 

"It's late, we should probably get cleaned up and into bed." Jin says softly.

"But I haven't had Joon inside of me yet." You comment, perking up.

"There will be plenty of time for that I'm sure..." Namjoon grumbles sleepily.

"But you guys promised me multiple orgasms" You argue referencing Jin's earlier comment.

"AISH Brat... I only said that I could, not that I would." He groans. The two men roll away from you to go and fetch some towels and fresh clothes, unwilling to waste energy on showering this early in the morning. You cuddle into the bed covers for warmth, only to be met with further groans upon their return about how you've covered the comforter in cum as you moved.

Masterlist

[jinnify]

mixtape: on track – chapter three. gasp! the cat man! 📝

synopsis. new girl yn had felt the need to stay under the radar ever since she arrived at yonsei uni. the last thing she needed at the start of a new semester was drama. that was until she met minho, and hyunjin had a problem with it.

you huffed as you stuffed your school laptop into your bag, visibly stressing about your audition later today. you couldn’t believe that you had left yunjin and felix talk you into this! you were so stressed you were surprised you hadn’t broken into hives.

you had already talked yourself down from a breakdown twice today, and it was only midday. you had stayed up for three consecutive nights to learn your script the most and best you could. you weren’t one to lie, so you can admit it; acting had always interested you, even before you knew what it was. you were grateful hyunjin had gotten you this opportunity, but the concept of having to audition for someone, scratch that, two people made you feel like jumping off the school roof.

you had about an hour to spare and were on your way to the drama club to run your lines a few more times before you go in for your audition. you read your lines over as you quickly walked down the stairs, accidentally slamming into someone as you turned the corner, “oof!” “oh, fuck!” you yelped, falling to the ground with your script falling all over the hall.

“shit! are you okay?” you heard a soothing voice ask you from above, half expecting hyunjin when you looked up. you were stunned to meet the sharp eyes of someone who you’d call the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen. probably. well, this man and hyunjin. you gasped as he quickly moved to grab the papers that had flown the farthest. you scrambled to gather the papers around you, quickly picking them up and reaching for those farther. you felt yourself get hot as you grabbed the stranger’s hand, quickly retracting with a small shriek.

“i’m sorry-!” you looked up to apologize, watching as a slightly toothy smile come across his face. “no problem.. um?” he trailed off. “oh! i’m yn!” you silently noticed that he hadn’t retracted his hand from your paper, “then it’s no problem, yn. here you go.” you silently prayed you had maintained your regular skin color and weren’t instead the color of a tomato. “thank you. i’ll see you later!” you let out a farewell before you realized what you had even said.

to say you were flustered was an understatement. you hastily made your way to the drama club, trying to avoid any other embarrassing situations. “hey! yn!” you heard jeongin call out for you, you slowed down for him to catch up to you, turning in his direction, surprised to see hyunjin was with him.

hyunjin’s discomfort was more than obvious as they got closer to you. he slowly followed jeongin as the latter practically skipped over to you, “hurry up, hyunjin!” you were confused by their current dynamic. jeongin and hyunjin were often seen laughing and fucking around, you didn’t understand why hyunjin seemed so distant right now.

“hey, yn,” hyunjin’s voice was as soft as always. he had barely even looked up at you this time. you were somewhat glad if you were being honest. “hi, hyunjin! what’re you guys up to?” 

“not much! we were just roaming, waiting for our next class.” you noticed jeongin’s eyes shift between you and hyunijn several times, “are you okay jeongin? you keep looking around?” “oh, yeah! i’m fine~ anyway! where are you going right now?”

“i’m actually on my way to the drama club! you guys wanna join me?” you looked over to hyunjin, “maybe you can help me with my lines-?” before you could finish your question, jeongin hooked his arm around hyunjin’s neck, uncomfortably hugging him, “of course, yn! hyunjin and i would love that! wouldn’t you hyunjin?”

you laughed at jeongin’s strange demeanor, “okay, you guys. just promise you’ll be normal.” the pair snickered at your comment, “we promise nothing!” you heard hyunjin’s voice from behind you.

you had arrived a few minutes later than you had expected and with a few more people than appreciated, but you made it! you had been running lines with jeongin for a few minutes before he announced he needed to ‘use the shitter.’ “seriously, jeongin? can you be normal for more than twenty minutes?” “fuck no! anyway, hyunjin, help out yn with her lines, you bitch!”

“you don’t have to do that hyunjin, don’t worry about it, i’ve been running these lines forever.”

“are you sure? i don’t mind helping out.”

“you could help me by distracting me,” you smiled at him, hoping he’d be able to take your mind off of your audition for just a moment. for the first time in two months, you had been at yonsei, you were finally getting to know hyunjin. you had learned that he was an only child with a dog named kkami, and that he had an affinity for art and photography outside of drama club. somewhere between pauses in your conversation, you heard the main door open. you once again met gazes with the sharp, cat-like eyes of the guy you had bumped into in the hallway.

with a small smile and a nod of the head, he walked into the room where you’d be having your interview. you felt your heart fall into your ass, no way the man you had slammed your body into was going to be interviewing you. of course, hyunjin noticed your change in demeanor and followed your line of view, his smile fading when he noticed who you had been staring at. before he could as you what was wrong, the interview room door swung open, “yn ln?”

oh, shit. “good luck, yn!” you heard hyunjin softly cheer you on from beside you. “thanks, jinnie,” you whispered back before getting up and biting the bullet.

“please make sure to keep an eye on the drama club's twitter account! we’ll update it to let everyone know who got the part!” mr. kang explained to you after you finished your read, letting you go back to your friends who were waiting for you in the main room, now accompanied by yunjin. “my baby! how did it go?” you all but fell into yunjin’s arms before letting out the longest sigh, “oh my god, i need a drink.”

m:ot. – ch. 003

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✉️ notes from nia

my god im SO sorry this chapter is so long i know that this is supposed to be a smau not a regular fic 😭 i would appreciate it if you guys would let me know if you mind longer written chapters often or not :3

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[supervillain-smut]

Hoss we about Captain Cold being a little too warm 😉 and decides that being naked with you is more fun

Thank you ☺️

"Fuck! Oh, god!" Leonard Snart, aka Captain Cold, and your boyfriend, groaned for the 15th time in about an hour. "Too hot, fuck I'm too hot! WHY IS IT SO HOT IN HERE?! MICK! I'M BLAMING YOU!" Len shouted loud enough so hopefully Mick could hear him while he was working on the AC in the backyard of your shared house.

"YEAH, YEAH, I KNOW! YOU TOUCH THE THERMOSTAT ONE DAMN TIME, AND NOW IT'S YOUR FAULT IT'S BROKEN!" Mick yelled back, throwing a bolt at the window he'd regret throwing later as he'd have to find it in the grass.

You, however, sat relatively cool in front of a box fan working its hardest, peeking over at the two men every time they spoke or made a noise. Apparently, this time Len had accepted the AC would take longer than him getting heat stroke and chose to shed his iconic parka. A rare sight indeed. You took the time to admire Len in his joggers and black thermal shirt. The shirt was tight to his body, to effectively trap his body heat, but its main purpose right now was leaving very little to the imagination of his torso.

Len was no Olympic athlete; no six-pack to be found on the Rogue who did almost nothing but sit around planning heists, drinking beer, and watching the latest hockey game until there was action to be had. He was no slob when it came to him and his body, personal hygiene included. His outline from his shoulders to his waist still formed a V, and his arms got enough work holding that cryo-gun all the time, let alone his strong legs from constantly moving around to avoid getting hit while trying to hit back. He was soft and comfortable, while still being fit for his job. It was perfect for you to lay on him but now wasn't the time.

You had shed your own long-sleeved shirt and joggers that were usually required when living with the Captain Cold, and had traded them for a tank top and shorts; they'd shrunk in the wash last time James did laundry, so you were fighting to keep them covering your butt completely. "Babe, can you grab me a water from the fridge? I'm dying over here." Len always asked you so nicely for things. He mostly liked to spoil you, so asking was a big deal for him.

"Sure, Len. I was just about to grab one anyway." You fibbed as you got up and sauntered to the fridge, feeling eyes on you the whole way, especially when you had to crouch to reach the coldest ones on the bottom shelf. When you turned back around, you stopped in your tracks at what was in front of you. Len, while you were busy, had taken off the thermal and was now sitting leaning back on the couch bare-chested and patting his face dry with a damp towel. You walked over and handed the water bottle to him.

"Thanks, babe, you're the best. Could you maybe do one more thing while you're up?" "Sure, Len." "Could you run this under cold water again?" "Yeah, of course." You had to stop yourself from muttering or whispering your responses as you grabbed the towel and ran it under the faucet, wringing it out so it wasn't soaked, and handed it back to Len, who pulled you into his lap for a quick kiss. As much as you loved the sight and feel of him half-naked, the sweat was not a great feeling, and you really wanted to get back to your fan, so you brought your cold water bottle to the back of his neck.

This, however, backfired when Len straightened up for a second in shock before letting out a moan. "Oh, that feels so good..." The sentence had sent a wave of heat straight to your core, and you tried to laugh off the awkward feeling. Len pulled you even further into his lap and leaned his head back into the water bottle to cool down. "I hate this heat. I wanna just strip and lay on an ice block. Anything would be better than this." Len groaned.

"Why don't you put that cold gun to good use?" You suggested, gesturing to the weapon sitting on the workbench. "I told you, the gun's not a power to abuse. Besides, it's going to leave an even bigger mess once the ice melts." "... What about a small layer? Wouldn't it just evaporate after some time? We could lightly frost the bed and just lay on it." Len looked at you amused for a moment before he changed to thought. "You know what, that would work; and it sounds like a capital idea. Come on." Len said as he got up after you and grabbed the gun, following you up to your shared room, his eyes never leaving your ass.

As soon as you were both inside, you shut the door only to squeak in surprise as Len pinned you against the door, attacking your neck with kisses. "Fuck, those shorts look so good on you. Just can't keep my hands to myself. You want me to stop, now's the time to say so." Len panted as he looked you in the eyes and loosened his grip on your wrists, giving you space and wiggle room; neither of which you wanted.

"Stop? I say go. Why don't we put that bed idea into action?" You spoke in a sultry tone as you gently pushed him backward towards the bed. "Fuck, I love you." Len breathed as he turned around long enough to lightly frost the bed, immediately throwing you onto it, and dropping the cold gun on the floor. You gasped at the sudden cold as Len climbed over you, resuming his attack on your neck.

You wrapped your legs around his hips and he began to grind into you half-erect. Len's hand drifted lower and lower down your body before pulling your panties to the side and dipping a finger into your heat, curling it. "Fuck! Len!" You cried out as he delved another finger past your folds. "That's it. You're being so good for me."

He continued to finger you for a while, and just when you felt that coil starting to tighten, he stopped. "Len! No! Please, don't stop!" "Sorry, darling, I have to if you want me to fuck you properly. You want me to fuck you, or do you wanna come like this?" You lay there panting as you thought. "I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me, Len." "Atta girl. Come here." Len kissed behind your ear as he pulled his boxers down and pumped himself a few times, a bead of pre-cum spilling from the tip before he pushed into you with a groan.

"Fuck, you feel so good. All mine. So beautiful and perfect, just for me." Len groaned into your ear as he pushed in until he couldn't anymore. He slowly drew back until just his tip was sheathed, then slammed back into you, nearly knocking the wind out of you with pleasure. You locked your ankles around his hips, encouraging him to set a steady pace as he fucked into you.

the smell and sound of sex filled the room as you went at it, coaxing a few orgasms out of each other, not noticing the temperature cooling as Mick had fixed the air conditioner. By the time you were both spent, you were shivering. Len pulled you into him and kissed the top of your head. "Here, lemme go get your robe. Keep you warm until you wanna get dressed." Len said as he pulled his joggers on, commando underneath, he left and quickly returned with your favorite fluffy bathrobe and helped you into it before climbing into bed and scooping you towards him, nestling your face into his neck as he massaged circles into your hip and lower back.

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Judgement - Whumptober2023

You're the lump in my throat and the knot in chest

Kevin nodded and left the room. Jim looked at the next person on the list and felt his stomach drop. It was Jaylah.

God, he wasn’t looking forward to this. He knew of her past and how it impacted her. He wasn’t looking forward to hearing how being generated had affected her. Because it had affected her. He could see in the way she carried herself, head down, avoiding eyes as she walked toward her temporary quarters. 

“Ensign, have a seat,” he said.

Scotty gave him a confused look. They knew her personally, of course, but there were other people in this room than his friends. He had to keep this professional, for the record at least. 

“So, in your own time, give me your account of what happened.”

For day 17 of @whumptober . Also on AO3. Heavily mentions prostitution in this. Follows on from To Be Glorious.

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Jim sat back in his chair and grabbed his mug of coffee. Empty. He looked at the pot. Empty. That was the fifth one they’d gone through today. There were a lot of people in this conference room, all department heads, a few lawyers and other Starfleet representatives sent by various higher ups. That didn’t mean that Jim hadn’t drank at least a whole pot of it by himself. And he needed more. How else was he supposed to get through the knowledge that Starfleet had left an entire crew of mostly new cadets to be tortured? Their first trip out of the Academy and already broken from the experience.

He rubbed his forehead and looked at the pad in his hands. Not many more now. There hadn’t been any real order to how they’d questioned them, just that they never seemed to end and every story made his guilt worsen. 

“Jim, we can stop you know.” Bones said. 

Bones had already seen to half of the rescued crew’s injuries, physical and psychological. That had been yesterday. They’d been on this mission for a week now. First trying to figure out what had happened and why Jaylah had sent that distress call, then why she was separate from the others, and where the crew was being held, and getting them all off before the psychotic Head of Energy Production, Serpat, somehow managed to get them all trapped there. 

“I’m fine, Bones.” He rubbed his hands with his hands. 

“Dr McCoy is right, Captain-”

“I never get tired of hearing that.” Bones interjected with a smug look on his face. 

Spock raised a hand to him and carried on. “These stories are of a difficult subject matter, it could benefit you to take a break so you can complete your work more effectively.”

He sighed. This was all too familiar. Starfleet getting there too late. Trauma that couldn’t be forgotten and scars that lingered far beyond their making. It was like Tarsus IV all over again. 

“I appreciate your concern but I’d rather just get this bit over with so we can hand this over to the proper people,” He said.

Tucking his chair in, he called, “Next!” to the next interviewee. 

He walked in with a strange confidence that not many of the others had. From what they’d heard of the others' accounts, he’d had it the worst. Something dark in his past that thrived in the ‘generation’ chambers as they called them. 

“Ensign Kevin Riley?”

“Yes, sir.”

Jim gestured to the hot seat opposite him on the long table. “Take a seat.”

He decided to focus on the PADD instead of on the tense way Kevin held his shoulders. There was something about him that he recognised, something in his eyes or his face that reminded him of someone he’d forgotten. He shook it off and started to ask questions.

“So, in your own time, tell us your account of what happened down there, as detailed as you can manage.”

Kevin shuffled in his seat. He cleared his throat a few times as he scanned the personnel in the room. Having so many people here probably wasn’t the best for getting them to be open. 

“Well, Starfleet got the distress signal and got together a crew, most of us were fresh out of the Academy so maybe they thought it wouldn’t be too harsh of a mission? I know we all went on training trips in Space but that’s different from a permanent post there.” He said. “We got to the planet, landed and got separated into groups, all helping to clear a section of the damage the earthquake had caused. I was placed with Jaylah and we got along, kind of, I think we were both a bit disappointed at the placement, we wanted to see space and experience adventure but we were clearing rubble instead. She kept talking about how she wanted to be on the Enterprise, I thought everyone did but I heard the talk that she was actually friends with all of you.”

He shook his head again and cleared his throat. “Then after a month, they said they wanted some people to work in the energy chambers, they said they had geothermal energy that got pretty damaged in the earthquake so we all went there without a second thought.” He sighed. “Only to be locked in individual cells, have all communication devices taken from us and tortured for our brain’s energy.”

This all matched with what they were told by the others. At first they’d tried a small group, probably to test the waters, then started to move more and more into the chambers before all but twenty of them were being generated. Jim still didn’t have a proper idea what that was. 

“And you were generated?” Jim asked. 

Kevin nodded, taking a sip of the water placed nearby him. “They strap you into a table and make you relive your worst memories.”

He stopped for a second. His gaze on the water in his hand. This was why he was one of the first chosen, Jaylah too, they must have picked the ones with the biggest trauma. They had the most potential.

“I think they harness the electromagnetic waves from your brain when they do it, and use it to power their society.”

There was probably some more detailed engineering behind that but he’d ask Scotty the exact details later. Jim checked what the computer had dictated, changing some things before carrying on. 

“We did try to escape, though, I mean we’re Starfleet officers, but it was always Jaylah." Kevin said. "She'd find a way to get out of her cell and get a few of us out. I'm not sure what her plan was, sneak out and get a message out or try to open all the cells so we could overpower the guards, but we got caught every time and sent back to our cells, generated even more as a punishment."

He took another sip of water. It made Jim proud, both of Jaylah, and of Starfleet that their first thought was of escape. 

"But it was the fourth time when things went weird. The head guy-"

"Serpat?"

"Yeah, I think, he found us, got Jaylah by the hair and said "this is the last time you're going to do this". We were all sent back to our cells, except her, he bound her arms and legs and disappeared with her. The last time I saw her was when we were being rescued."

"Most of us thought she was dead but there were some rumours." He said.

Scotty lent forward now, "What rumours?"

"That she made a deal with him? That she was, you know, sleeping with him to get out of it? I don’t know, I don't believe it but the others do. All I know is he was weirdly familiar with her and not us."

Scotty’s face paled. He knew what that meant. They all needed to give statements too, he wondered if that would affect his, Jim was going to leave that for his Captain’s Log. He didn’t need to relive any of that again. It was a little too close to Tarsus IV for his liking. 

“You never saw her again?” Scotty said. “Until-”

“You got us out? No.”

“So you didn’t notice anything?”

Kevin raised an eyebrow and turned to Scotty. “No. Should I have done?”

Scotty sat backwards. He could feel his rage underneath his words. Did he know more, or was this all because he didn't?

“Probably not, no.”

Kevin squinted at him and shrugged. His account was matching with the others, apart from his take on Jaylah. The others had made some snide comments but they knew that she was separated and thought it was just jealousy, not rumours of something like that, and especially not ones with weight to them.

“I think that’s all for now, Ensign.” Jim said, taking control of the situation again. 

Kevin nodded and left the room. Jim looked at the next person on the list and felt his stomach drop. It was Jaylah.

God, he wasn’t looking forward to this. He knew of her past and how it impacted her. He wasn’t looking forward to hearing how being generated had affected her. Because it had affected her. He could see in the way she carried herself, head down, avoiding eyes as she walked toward her temporary quarters. 

“Ensign, have a seat,” he said.

Scotty gave him a confused look. They knew her personally, of course, but there were other people in this room than his friends. He had to keep this professional, for the record at least. 

“So, in your own time, give me your account of what happened.”

He’d tried to leave it open ended but apparently that was the wrong approach as she didn’t say anything at first. He didn’t think she heard him for a second with the way she kept her dead ducked and still. But when he cleared his throat and smiled, she began to speak.

“What do you want to know?” She said.

“What happened when you got there?”

“They split us into groups, they gave us certain sectors to help and our superior officers told us what to do,” she still didn’t look at him. “I was bored, I wanted to, to be here, on the Enterprise, but I wasn’t. I began to talk to Kevin Riley. He was annoying at first, he didn’t stop talking, but he seemed to understand me. I liked him for that. I didn’t have to explain things to him.”

“How long were you cleaning up for?” Jim asked. 

She shrugged, “A few weeks, I do not remember exactly.”

He realised for a second that her English had gotten better since they last saw her before the five year mission carried on. He was proud, deep down. Of course, there was guilt there too, he’d tried his best to get her on the Enterprise but he guessed the Admirals got pissed with him again as his power to pick his own crew was revoked, apparently it was showing favouritism and it would be ‘better for her career’ if she was assigned elsewhere. Maybe they just liked splitting friends up. Scotty had been genuinely angry when he’d found out, all he’d gone on about for most of the time she’d been at the Academy was how things would improve in engineering when she got there. He guessed the engines would have to wait. 

“And what happened after? When you were taken off helping with the disaster?”

“It wasn’t just one day,” she said, looking at him properly for the first time since she’d got on the ship. “The leader, Serpat, he took a liking to me, I thought that maybe he wanted me to help with something else, he was the head of energy and said their systems were damaged from the disaster. He’d shown me the headquarters, explained how their society worked, I thought he was going to offer some kind of training. But when he was going to show me the energy systems inside the planet, he locked me away and did not let me back out.”

Just like what Kevin had said. They’d been the first.

“So you were first?” He decided to ask.

“Yes, Kevin Riley too, he said we had a lot of potential,” she gulped. “Especially me.”

Jim saw Uhura shift forward when she said that. Her hand went to her arm. She curled up again and dropped her gaze. 

“What happened then?”

She didn’t speak again for a while. After a moment of silence, she took a deep breath and looked at him, then at Scotty. There were tears in her eyes. 

“Do I have to?” She said more to Scotty than to him. 

“It would be a great help to the investigation, and to get these guys for what they did.” As a Captain he was getting good at choosing his words properly.

“But if it’s too much we can stop,” Scotty interjected. “Right, Captain?”

“Of course, Mister Scott.”

He gestured for her to carry on. She took a deep breath and spoke. 

“I was kept in a cell, there was a bed, they gave me food three times a day.” She said. “Then, after eating, Serpat would come in with two others. There was a door on the far side that they would wheel a board out of. They would strap me in and generate me.”

Jim started writing notes then stopped for a second. “Hold on, Serpat was there? When you were generated?”

She startled, recoiled as if slapped. 

“Yes.” Then. “Why?”

Jim shouldn’t have said that. Some of Starfleet’s representative’s scowled at him from the other side of the table. He didn’t care if he wasn’t supposed to tell her what the story was, she deserved to know. 

“Serpat wasn’t present for the generation of anyone else’s account we’ve heard from today. Do you know why he was interested in you in particular?”

That sounded harsh. He didn’t mean to make it sound like she had nothing to offer. 

“He said I was one of his favourites.” She said simply but Jim could smell the acid in her tone. 

“What did you see when you were generated, if you don’t mind me asking?”

She shifted in her seat. “My family, dying in Krall’s camp. My mother and sister screaming as they were killed, my father getting killed by Mannas, me having to run until I couldn’t breathe to survive. It was horrible.”

Jim realised that he didn’t know that she had a mother and sister. She had to have been born somehow but he was well versed in space culture to know not to assume when it came to how other species’ families worked. He also realised he’d never put together that her family had actually died at the hands of Krall, and not just her father at the hands of Mannas when they tried to escape. 

“But I tried to escape. I found out ways to open the doors, fight the guards. I saw the elevator out, once, but I never got out.” She tilted her head. “I never escaped.”

She said that like she’d corrected something. He thought it was time to address the rumours. Not in a judgemental way, but because he wanted to know if there was any truth in it that could tell him just how bad Serpat’s regime was.

“Other accounts say that you tried four times, is that correct?”

She nodded. Her body was curling up more and more. She was messing with a piece of her hair as it fell near to her face. 

“What happened on the fourth time? To make you not try a fifth?” Jim asked. 

She took a break before speaking again. Scotty tried to reach her gaze and smile but it was almost like she was deliberately trying to avoid it.

“Serpat found us and stood over me. He said that this would be the last time I tried this, and bound me as the others were taken away. He carried me up and to his house, he untied me there.”

Scotty piped up, “He took you to his house?”

She actually flinched when he spoke. 

“He said that I was being wasted down there, that I had a lot of pain to generate, I had other uses,” she said in a whisper. Her eyes were still and glossy as she recalled everything. “He said that people had noticed my stripes and tried to copy them-”

The Muthom people were especially vain. They had nanites in their blood that let them change their appearance at will. Of course they’d tried to recreate Jaylah’s stripes. 

“I didn’t like that. My stripes have meaning in my culture, everyone has them, but when I told him this, he said that I can’t even remember what they mean so why should they mean anything?”

Uhura scoffed at that. She was seeming increasingly displeased with all of this, they all were. 

“He then came over to me, stood behind me so I could feel him against my back and said that there were other people, important people who wanted me in other ways,” she gulped and shuddered, closing her eyes. “Then he touched my thigh, and, and, here-”

She gestured toward her chest. “And they were powerful people who got what they wanted. He said that I could go back to being generated, worse than before, or give those people what they wanted and never be generated again.”

Jim felt sick. He knew what that meant. She hadn’t agreed, had she? Scotty’s mouth was agape next to him, Uhura looked even more pissed off. 

“What did you say?” He managed to choke out. 

“I agreed to not be generated.”

So Kevin was right? Those rumours were right? She’d, she’d done what? To save herself from the torture? He wasn’t mad, but more surprised, and feeling like that donut he had a few interviews ago was going to be all over the table in a few seconds. 

“Why?” Scotty pleaded. 

“I needed to be above ground to get a signal out. This made sure I was above ground, I could try to get out this way.” She said but the look in her eye made him realise that she didn’t seem as confident as she was trying to sound. 

“Weren’t you surprised?” Jim asked. 

“Yes, and no.” She said. “When I was being generated, he would touch me, here-” she gestured to her thigh. “-and my face too. He said that I would realise the only comfort I would get was through him, that my only way out was through him, that I would be his and like it. It would make me feel sick but I couldn’t stop him.”

She sniffed now. Those tears in her eyes welling up and spilling over. She reached for a tissue from the box as Bones pushed it toward her. 

“I’d like a medical examination done more thoroughly, and privately, Jim,” Bones said. “Not by me if she don’t want it be me, but just to check for any, um, damage.”

Bones had been an ER doc before he’d been in Starfleet. Despite Earth being a utopia, city hospitals still saw the worst of what humanity could offer sometimes. He wondered if he’d ever seen anything like this in that past life. 

“I’ll try and get that arranged if that’s alright with Ensign Jaylah.”

She didn’t raise her head and slowly nodded. 

“So what happened after?” Jim said, he wanted to get through this now. 

“He would find someone he needed to bribe, and get me to go there, and, convince them not to do anything about the generation.”

Right, generation was outlawed on Muthor. Well, outlawed for citizens of the planet on the planet. If a ship never touched the planet and had Muthom people on it, they could technically be generated legally. Same thing went for offworlders on the planet. Since they were technically not citizens of the planet, it wasn’t illegal. Just bad press and no ethics, not that that was a problem for Serpat apparently. 

“Every time I tried to get a signal out but none went through. Until whatever one got you here and you got us all off that planet.”

“Right.” Jim said, glancing around the table. “Does anyone have any further questions?”

No-one said anything. Bones was writing something down, his handwriting was so illegible that the text-bot that turned handwriting to font, couldn’t figure it out. Just one of the downsides of being a doctor he supposed. 

“I reckon we call it a day for now.” He knew he’d said something about wanting to get this over with, but right now he needed a break and something better than stale donuts and bland coffee to get through what he’d just heard. 

The chairs screeched across the floor as everyone got up. Jaylah shot up and seemed to be about to rush out of the room, telling some of your closest friends that you had to sell your body to get out of torture and get off a hellish planet would do that to you, but Scotty got to her first. 

“Look, if you ever wanna talk, have someone to drink with or just work in silence with, you’ve always got me, lassie.”

He tried to give her a hug but read pretty quickly that that was a no go. She lent away, almost scowling at him with her eyes tinted blue from the tears. Her jaw was trembling. 

“Montgomery Scotty, please just leave me alone,” she said. “I do not want to be around anyone. For a while.”

He opened and closed his mouth before gulping and nodding, placing his hands by his sides and looking like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole. Maybe not that. That had happened a few months ago on a mission. Not very fun. 

She strode forwards, eyes not leaving the door, and held her hand on it as it opened. 

“Sometimes I wish I’d never left Altamid.” She said, turning to face them but keeping her gaze on the floor. “Maybe I was meant to die in Krall’s camp after all. Maybe this is what I get for surviving.”

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I like the way I wrote this one. The little details. Also Kevin Riley! And poor Jaylah. There was originally 2 other whumptober fics putting what happened to Jaylah in more detail but it didn't feel right so I left it in like this. Thanks for reading! @whumptober-archive