#yall are missing out on throat rumblies?

[sat0sugu-angst]

Well, We've Got the Rest of the Night

A continuation of "I Only Need 10 Minutes" where you come home drunk an horny

wc: 2.8k

cw: super sappy bc im a sap, fingering (f. receiving), oral (m. receiving), unprotected p in v, squirting, little bit of aftercare, subby reader, lemme know if i missed something

a/n: i'm back from the dead! this has been sitting in the drafts for agesss i've just been drabbling here and there and got it to a point where i thought yall might enjoy it too

rbs/comments let me know you liked my work! don't be shy 💓

MDNI

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You wave to your girlfriends from the front door as the Uber drives off. After fumbling with the keys a little, you eventually get the door open and stumble inside.

"Babe?!" You call out from the entryway. Even though you can't see him from the door, the light from the living room gives him away.

"Yeah, kitchen." He calls back. You work your way out of your shoes as you head deeper into the apartment, nearly falling, but you catch yourself on the corner of the counter.

Katsuki is sitting at the kitchen table, paperwork laid out before him, and his glasses hanging on the end of his nose. When he sees you, the tension in his face melts, and though he's not quite smiling at you, you can't help but grin. The way he looks at you, with a softened brow and an ease only you could give him, made you feel like you could fly. You come up behind him, leaning forward to wrap your arms around his shoulders, nuzzling into his neck.

At first, you just hug him, making a contented noise in the back of your throat in greeting. "You have fun tonight?" His voice was level, but you could feel his heart racing under your fingertips.

You smile a little while you nod into his neck, but then you're kissing the skin there. Your fingers glide slowly up and down his chest, lips brushing over his throat as you say, "I've been thinking about your mouth all night."

"Mm," his voice rumbles under your fingers. "Barely touched you'n you can't think about anything else, huh?" His hand rests lightly on your arm, and you feel his thumb rubbing soft circles into your skin. He was surprisingly affectionate, you realized early in the relationship. He never shied away from your touch, however casual or intimate, and returned your affection in kind. Katsuki may not always be able to proclaim his love in words, but the way he held you left no doubts about how he felt about you.

You shake your head in answer to his question, pulling back slowly so that your fingers brushed up his arms and shoulders. You use those same shoulders, and the chair next to him, to push yourself up onto the table, too drunk to care about sitting on his paperwork.

He was smiling at you with perfect ease, his lips quirking up as you made yourself comfortable. You lean in and clumsily press a quick kiss to his lips, barely steadying yourself with your hands on his chest. When you pull away, he's still smiling, a smug tinge in the way his eyes challenged you. You can't help but feel shy under the weight of his gaze. "Always think about how you touch me," you whisper.

There was something fond about the way he regarded you, his gaze thorough as it trailed down your body. He grabbed one of your ankles, the one closest to him, and moved your leg so that you had one on either side of him. Then his arms wrapped around your hips, grabbing at your ass just enough that he could pull you toward him, and you were right at the table's edge. Your dress bunched up at your hips, and your underwear was clearly visible.

He leaned in for another kiss, hands on either knee. He holds them wider so that he can lean right against you, and then they slide up through the insides of your thighs before settling back on your hips. His lips move from your mouth toward your jaw. "And how could I think about anything other than the way you look when I touch you? Fuck, look at you. Could barely get any work done knowing you were somewhere lookin’ so good."

His mouth moves toward your ear, stopping right beneath, breath teasing the sensitive skin there. "So fucking sexy. You dance a lot tonight?" You can't help the way you gasp as he runs his tongue up your neck, slowly and deliberately, tickling you in the best way. "You taste so fucking good." You realize he's probably tasting dried sweat from dancing all night, and feel heat between your legs.

His teeth lightly graze the skin where he'd been kissing you, and you let out a small cry in pleasure. One hand is on his chest, gripping the front of his shirt without a care about stretching the material. The other goes around his neck, running your fingers through his hair.

Kissing down your body, he unzips your dress and pulls the straps over your shoulders in a heap of fabric in your lap, leaving you in only your lacy pink bra. His hands tease your breasts, running over them briefly on their way down to your legs.

He's watching you as he lifts your legs so that they rest on his shoulders, and you bite your lip in anticipation. Before you see his hands, being blocked by the fabric of your dress, you feel his fingers glide along your slit over your underwear. "Fuck," you gasp, sensitive, hands resting on his jaw, near his chin, leaning in to press your lips to his as his fingers tease you.

You're whining for more before he eventually moves the fabric aside, and he bites your lip when he feels how wet you are. "God, you're fuckin' perfect, aren't you?" He breathes against you as he runs his thumb through your slick, spreading it up to rub right where you'd been craving him. You find yourself grinding into his hand, whimpering against his lips as you kissed him harder.

He knows your body so well by now, you barely have to give him direction; with each whimper and cry, he shifts just so until he has you shaking in his arms. You feel yourself nearing your climax, and Katsuki can feel it, too. Feel how you begin to flutter around his fingers. "Fuck, baby, are you coming right now? Go ahead and come on these fingers."

But you stopped, trying to control your muscles and keep yourself from cresting over. You pull away so you can look him in the face. "No, not yet. It's your turn. I don't wanna come again unless you're inside me."

His brow quirks up in confusion. "But I'm already inside you." As if to prove his point, he thrusts into you meanly. You gasp, but he holds eye contact with you. "You really don't wanna come?" He asks, and you shake your head. He begins pulling out of you, slowly, and you can't help the noises you make. He smiles up at you. "Don't feel like it with the way you're clenching around me for more." And he presses back into you.

You cry out, muffling your voice by tucking into the crook of his neck. You can't help your blush. "Katsuki," you whine, but it's no use, his fingers resume in that painfully delicious rhythm and his thumb rubs circles against your clit. He grabs you by the hair at the nape of your neck, gentle but unyielding as he pulls you back to look up at him.

There's something possessive in his eyes as he looks at you, but there's a softness, too. "Come on, baby, come on these fingers and I'll fuck you properly."

You clench involuntarily, wanting to look away from the weight of his gaze. Sensing you becoming self-conscious, he leans up to kiss your lips, his thumb applying just a little more pressure so he could press his tongue into your mouth when you gasp. He keeps you like that for a moment, sucking lightly on your lip before pulling back again. Most of your lipstick had smeared, ending up on his neck and mouth, but he was fascinated by the light swelling from the force of your kisses. "How you can still manage to feel embarrassed with me, I'll never understand." His voice is soft, even as he adds another finger, filling you more.

But how could someone get used to the intensity in his eyes? The way he looked at you, kissed you, touched you. It was greedy and deliberate, but oh, so gentle.

You look back from his eyes to his mouth, leaning in for more kisses. He reacts in kind, following the way your hips began to move against his fingers and slip his tongue into your mouth. You couldn't help whining in his mouth as his fingers worked you up again, and it was only a matter of time until you could feel your climax washing over you in waves. "Katsuki, uh—" you leaned into him, tightening your arms around him and pressing your forehead against his.

"Just like that," He says, peppering kisses all over your face, anywhere he could reach, as his fingers guided you through your orgasm. "Fuck, I wanted to take you to bed, but I'm gonna hafta fuck you on this table."

He pulled away only a little once you'd come down, not enough to pull himself out of your arms, but your legs dropped down to either side of his hips. Just enough for him to work his buckle undone.

"Wait," you said, grabbing his arms and pulling them from his pants. You got down from the table now, nearly stumbling from the drink and your fresh high, but steadied yourself with your hands on his waist. You pull him in for one slow kiss, grabbing his hands and forcing him to sit in the chair behind him before you were getting on your knees. You still held his hands in yours, and you guide his hand to your face.

"I wanna taste you now." You said, hoping the way your lips brushed against the tip of his finger enticed him. You could feel your arousal coating his fingers, and you pulled his finger into your mouth and sucked on it, tasting yourself.

Fuck, He thinks, because you were such a slutty girl when you were drunk. He was excited he could come along for the ride. "You're fucking perfect."

You sucked once more on his fingers before releasing it with a pop! and continued the work of getting his pants off.

He was already hard when you pulled down his underwear, tip damp with precum. And as well as he knew your body, you knew his. You knew exactly how he liked his cock to be sucked. With each grunt, you knew you were working him up and it was only a matter of time. He tossed his head back and you grabbed him by the front of his shirt, pulling him so that he had to look at you.

“Fuck,” He breathes, and you feel him twitch in your mouth. "I'm close."

"Mm," You hum, maintaining your pace.

"Fuck, wanna come inside you."

You have to pull off him for a moment to smile, grinning up at him sweetly. "You are inside me," you point out, echoing his words from earlier, before taking him back in your mouth.

He grins down at you, and he almost comes right there in your mouth, but Katsuki was used to getting exactly what he wanted. "Off, brat. Come sit on this cock."

Your body comes alive at the full force of his attitude, letting him pull you up. You’re trying to get your dress the rest of the way off, but with how it’s bunched, it won’t fit over your hips, and you quickly give up to work on your underwear, but Katsuki has other plans. He grabs a side with each hand and pulls, effortlessly ripping the lacy underwear in half and it falls away, leaving you bare to him.

“Katsuki!” You complain, but then his mouth is on yours, his hand in your hair, using his other hand to guide his cock as you took your place in his lap. As you lowered yourself on top of him, you pressed your lips to his for a kiss, whining into his mouth as his tip pushed into you.

You have a hard time holding yourself up in the kitchen chair, not quite enough room on either side of his legs for you to hold yourself up. You gasp as you fully settle in, how deep he presses inside you, you're certain you can feel him in your stomach. You whine, trying to use your arms to lift yourself up, but you feel his hands circle your waist, grabbing at your hips. "Don't gotta do a thing, baby." And then he thrusts. Hard.

The force of him pulling out and slamming back into you forces a breathy yell out of you. "Fuck, Katsuki!" You breathe, holding onto him for dear life.

"I know, baby," He says, as he sets a steady pace, the head of his dick bumping into that spot that has your whole body set alight. "You can take it. Just take this cock, baby." All you can do is hold onto him, trying to relax your muscles to let him in, but you feel him hit that spot over and over.

"Katsuki, please, I feel funny. Slow down or I'm gonna make a mess."

But there's no talking sense into Katsuki, not with the way you hug his dick so well. You wanna make a mess for him? He'd never turn down that kind of opportunity. "Just come, baby."

"You're not gonna wanna clean up tonight, we can't leave it til morning."

"Don't worry so much," He says, and punctuates his point by readjusting the angle of his hips so that he rocks against your g-spot again.

You only have time to let out a quiet, "fuck," before you both feel your release in his lap. You feel your muscles contract around his dick, and soon you feel the warmth of him coming inside. You're unable to stop the gentle moans falling from your mouth as he continues small thrusts as he rides out his orgasm, trying to muffle yourself in his neck.

He rubs your back gently as you both come down. For a moment, it's just the sound of you both breathing heavily against each other. You're tuckered out, exhaustion from the night hitting you as you relax in his arms.

Then he's up, holding you against him. You cry out when the shift of positions causes him to slip out of you, and you feel yourself clench around nothing. "Katsuki," you grumble, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"Sorry, baby. Just wanna get you ready for bed before you pass out."

He carries you through the house and to your bathroom. You try to protest, but Katsuki is just as stubborn about cleanup as he is about how he fucks you, and after brushing your teeth and taking a shower together, he takes you back in his arms. Normally, you’d protest being carried around like a doll, but in the moment, you can't find it in you to complain, not when he smells like fresh soap and his skin is warm against yours.

When he sets you on the bed, you recline all the way back, closing your eyes. He rustles around the room, but when he goes quiet you open your eyes, finding him standing above you, now dressed, with a set of pajamas in hand. "C'mon, baby, time to put some clothes on."

You whine. "thought you liked me better without clothes," you tease, rolling over on your stomach and pretending to sleep.

You hear him scoff, and then the weight on the bed shifts as he presses in close to you. "Brat, you just wanna be babied, huh?"

You don't open your eyes, but you can't help the smile teasing your lips. “Well, I can do it myself, I just know how much you like to baby me.”

He grunts, but then you feel the bed shift, then the gentle pressure of his body laying atop yours as he holds himself up so his body rests against yours just so. “Been babyin’ you. C’mon ‘n be a good girl for me now.”

Your insides twist deliciously, and sigh dramatically. “Well I guess since you’ve been so nice,” you tease, and shift so you’re laying under him, facing up.

He snorts, pushing up to allow you to do the same. “Only for you.” You roll your eyes, but follow his lead and dress yourself. But mother hen was in a doting mood, and even after being teased, he helped you into your pajamas.

Once you were dressed, he stretches his arms over his head, yawning before crawling in beside you. He pulls you against him roughly, and you let him, tucking your head into his neck to inhale his fresh scent. “I did like that set, though.” you say, smiling against his neck.

He grunts. “Bra’s still intact.”

You roll your eyes. “Goodnight.”

He hugs you a bit tighter. “Night.”

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[mattmurdocksscars]

Snapped

Alright yall here it is! This is based off of this idea. So many of you wanted me to expand so I made a short fic of it. This is just under 2k words. Happy Sinful Sunday, my loves!

Warnings: Unprotected P in V, neck grabbing, rough sex, Matt's a little mean.

The grip Matthew Murdock had on his control was rock solid. It had to be when he believed he had the devil in him. He kept that side of him locked away in chains, only to be released on the unsuspecting scum of Hell's Kitchen. 

And lately, you.

You were an anomaly to Matt. You had come into his life and accepted him completely, devil and all. You offered up your heart, soul, and body in return and Matt had never been happier. His life was finally looking up. 

But that didn't mean he didn't still have bad days.

It had been a week from hell for Matt and it seemed like you weren't making things any easier. You seemed to tease him at every turn, knowing Matt was too busy to indulge in the sweet release you dangled in front of him. 

Saturday night he finally had enough. He was getting ready for his nightly patrol, everything but his mask on when you walked out of the bedroom in nothing but one of his button down shirts. And if that wasn't enough, you took one look at him and crossed your arms, popping your hip out. 

"Matt, are you seriously going out tonight?" 

That ironclad control of his… snapped.

Prowling forward, he backed you up until your back hit the wall, his hand wrapping around your throat. He pressed his fingers under the hinge of your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. He took a deep, low breath and rumbled quietly at the scent of you. No trace of fear, just arousal. He skimmed his nose up the side of your cheek before speaking into your ear.

"You are walking a very fine line, sweetheart. Be careful you don't overstep." He heard the uptick in your heartbeat and smirked. "Choose your next words very carefully."

"I'm just worried about you, Matt. You've had a long week and you promised me you'd take a break today and you haven't."

Matt instantly felt a little bad about snapping at you but your body language told him you honestly didn't mind. Then he remembered the ways you've been teasing him all week.

"A long week, huh? And you wouldn't have anything to do with that, would you?"

You had the decency to look sheepish at his comment.

"I can't help it if you're just irresistible when you're riled up. Besides, I kept hoping you'd take the bait and take a break from everything. I've missed you this week." You admitted quietly. 

"Oh, now you're being demure. You weren't so sweet when you were helping to rile me up." 

"Matt, please…"

"Please what, sweetheart? Use your words." He cooed condescendingly. You narrowed your eyes at his tone.

"And if I don't?"

"Then I will tie you to the bed, put a vibrator in your pussy, and leave you there all night." He threatened making your heart lurch. You knew he meant every word and so you swallowed your pride and asked him for what you wanted.

"Please fuck me, Matt. I need it, I need you. I've missed you so much this week-" Matt's mouth descended onto yours, effectively shutting you up. He kissed you hard, all teeth and tongue. One hand stayed around your throat while the other grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head. Then, he pressed his entire body into yours, making you moan into his mouth.

"Keep your hands here." Matt commanded before letting go of your wrists in favor of trailing his hand down your body. You did as he said, keeping your hands above your head. Slowly, Matt kissed his way down your jaw and neck before dropping to his knees in front of you. He pushed up the shirt you were wearing to nuzzle at your stomach and nipped at your hip bone when he realized you weren't wearing any underwear.

"Had plans, did you?" He asked. You bit your lip.

"Let's just say I was determined to get you to take a break." You admitted breathlessly. Matt hummed and kissed right above your clit, causing your breath to hitch.

"Mission accomplished, I suppose." He murmured. Before you could say anything else, Matt was pulling a leg over his shoulder and diving into your cunt. You moaned loudly as he licked a stripe up your cunt and it took everything in you to keep your hands in place. 

"Good girl. Keep those hands up." Matt broke away long enough to say before diving back in. He worked you over quickly but before you could cum, he pulled away. You whined, your body lurching at the sudden loss of stimulation. 

"Don't whine. I still remember the way you've teased me all week. The only way you're cumming tonight is on my cock and when I say so. Understand?" Matt tsked.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl. Now go lay down on the bed and spread those legs for me. Keep the shirt on." You raised an eyebrow but did as he said. It took a minute before he followed you but when he entered the room, he was naked. His movements were still very much a prowl and as he made his way to the end of the bed, he towered over you. Slowly, he crawled over you, settling in between your legs.

He leaned down and kissed you languidly, like he had all the time in the world. You could feel his dick caught between the two of you, its length hard and leaking. He ground himself against you as he kissed you, and you whimpered into his mouth. You were unsure if you were allowed to touch him so you kept your hands to yourself, gripping the sheets in your fists.

"You can touch me, sweetheart." You sighed in relief and you brought your hands up, burying them into his hair. Matt shifted his hips and then he was grinding his dick against your pussy. You both moaned at the feeling and Matt quickly lined himself up and sunk in. You cried out at the sudden intrusion and Matt cursed at the way your walls seemed to clamp down on him. 

"You okay, sweetheart? You feel so damn good." Matt panted. You whimpered and nodded.

"Please, fuck. Need you to move, baby." Matt groaned and obliged, moving his hips in a rough rhythm. He fucked you hard, one hand on your hip and the other holding himself up. With every snap of his hips, you seemed to move up the bed until you were practically crushed against the headboard. Matt kissed you through it, his lips scorching their way across your lips, jaw, and throat. 

It didn't take long for you to approach your high, your previous ruined orgasm making it easy for Matt to wind you up again. 

"Beg me for it, sweetheart. Beg me to make you cum." Matt slowed to a grind, giving you just enough to drive you higher but not enough to get you there. You couldn't help but to whine.

"Matt, please, please. I've been good for you, I've done as you asked. Please let me cum. Please." Matt smirked, the look almost feral, and slid his hand from your hip to thumb at your clit as he picked back up the pace. 

"Come on, sweetheart, cum for me. Let me feel it." You cried out as you came, body locking up around Matt. He worked you through it, gritting his teeth to stave off his own orgasm. 

"That's it, sweetheart, that's it. Doing so good for me." When you finally came down from your high, Matt pulled out of you and flipped you over. You yelped at the sudden change and Matt chuckled.

"Hope you didn't think I was done with you." Matt growled as he positioned you on your hands and knees. He smoothed a hand up your spine before burying his hand in your hair and pulling, forcing you to arch your back.

"Good girl…" Matt murmured before sinking back into your heat. He set another brutal pace, fucking you hard and fast. You took it willingly, moaning and writhing beneath him. 

"Matt- God- fucking me so good. Missed you, missed this." You babble, mind gone due to the way Matt was fucking every thought out of you. Above you, Matt smirked and angled his hips so he hit your G spot with every thrust, effectively rendering you beyond words. You could do nothing but moan and whimper beneath him. Matt moaned above you, the feeling of you clenching around him almost too much.

"That's my good girl. Taking everything I give you. You're gonna make cum, baby. Are you gonna take it? Gonna let me fill you up?" 

"Yes, Matt, yes! Fuck, please! Let me feel it." Never one to take without giving, Matt slipped one hand beneath you and began thumbing at your clit again. You screamed as it shoved you suddenly over the edge. Matt groaned and came as well, buried deep within you. He slid out of you, hissing at the oversensitivity, and laid down beside you. You both just lay there panting. You felt Matt shift and then his hand was grasping one of yours.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?" You asked, completely bewildered.

"For being so busy this week. I really have been neglecting you and that's-"

"Matt, be quiet. You have nothing to apologize for. You haven't been neglecting me. You're busy. I get that. There's gonna be times like this no matter what you do and I'm not going to leave you just because you have a lot going on." You told him, squeezing his hand and rolling to face him. Matt's eyes were wide and darting around, like he couldn't quite believe you really weren't going to leave him. So you tugged on his hand and pulled him in so he was laying with his head on your chest.

"You're not getting rid of me that easily, Murdock. I'm afraid you're stuck with me."

At that, Matt couldn't help but chuckle. He positioned himself so his ear was right above your heart, listening to it pound away, proof you were alive and with him.

"I think I'd like that." He would have to get up eventually, would have to go out. But for now, cradled in your embrace, he hurt a little less and that was all that mattered to him.

[cloudbug08]

Worth it p2

Logan Howlett and fem!agere!reader

AN: I can definitely try to! I’m glad my works have been so comforting to you :) Thank you so much. I’m sorry I had to screenshot your req because tumblr wouldn’t let me post the original.

This also gives me an opportunity to make up for the rushed ending of Worth it, I was so annoyed at how I ended it, but I really wanted to get it out quickly, I tend to rush myself quite a bit, but I’m trying to slow down, I’ve realised that no matter when I release a work or how slow it takes me to release a work, yall will like it, I’m so grateful for the endless support, yall are the best

CW/TW: Mentions of loss, crying, grief, swearing, mention of death of x-men and reader from ‘worst’ Logan’s timeline, baby bottle use. Please let me know if I missed anything!

“I don’t know where to put my hands.”

You whimper at warmth of his heavy hands on your back, the thrum of life that had become so unfamiliar to you, you knew this wasn’t your Logan, but it didn’t matter, he was Logan, and clearly had some idea on who you were.

He hefted you up, his own cries soaking into the shoulder of your soft pyjamas, holding you so tight you thought you couldn’t breath, but you didn’t stop him, it felt too right, too normal to waste, you needed to savour this, for as long as you could, suck all the affection and love out of the man holding you, before it was too late, before he too was gone.

His hand soothed up and down your spine, he cooed a sweet lullaby to you, his breath shaky and thin, his face was flushed as he paced, trying to settle you, he pressed his nose into your hair, crying out at the infant, milky scent, his kit. He crouched, still holding you.

Leaning down to pick up a stuffed animal, pressing you tightly into his chest, he thumbed at the worn face of the honey badger toy you left on the floor, forgotten in your moment of relief.

He felt a pang of familiarity and aching sorrow at the realisation that he knew the toy, one he had bought for you long ago, carefully preserved in a corner of his mind reserved specifically for you, For the memory of you, bright and joyful before he lost you, grasping at the thin straws of anything you.

He bounced you on his hip when you hiccuped, tuckered out from your long cry

“I know honeybee, it’s been so long.”

He hummed, his voice still delicate and fragile, He grunts when his back hits the worn leather of Wade’s couch, bouncing you on his knee, humming an old rock song to you, slipping so easily back into the role of your caretaker, like it was muscle memory, pressing small anguished kisses into your hairline.

Logan pulls his hand away from your back to catch a more comfortable T-shirt wade tosses his way, throwing it on before cradling you tighter against his chest, resuming his gentle humming.

Wade busies himself in the small kitchen, pottering and muttering curses when he drops a bottle, before filling it with milk and running it under the hot tap until it’s warm, he hands it to Logan, who grasps the bottle, glancing at it fondly, it’s another one of your items he remember fondly, a clear bottle, messily decorated with some of your stickers, he thumbs over the peeling plastic.

“You hungry honeybee?”

You nod sleepily, blinking your eyes open, pawing at the arm holding your bottle, he adjusts you in his lap, he eases the pacifier out of your mouth, replacing it with the warm nib of the bottle, his stomach clenched at the sight of you suckling gently at the teat, he pulled you closer, ever grateful for what looked like a chance, an opportunity to give you a better life.

Logan scrunches his eyebrows when Wade plops down on the couch next to him, derobed of all his weapons, he silently appreciates the gesture. He clears his throat before speaking up, making sure you’re dozing off.

“How long have you been.. caring for them”

Logan grumbles, you twist and turn, kneading at his t-shirt when you feel the rumble of his chest

“I found the little spider-monkey napping by your grave five years ago”

Wade lowers his voice and Logan’s shocked the man could collect himself long enough to discuss a serious topic.

“Thank..you, for taking me here, last time I saw them, it was back at the mansion, I was being a dickhead, yelling about things that weren’t their fault, after knocking down a few whiskeys, I came back and they were all gone, I was being an asshole and didn’t even say sorry, or goodbye.”

Logan chokes, steadying himself when he sees you blinking at him blearily, your bottle finished as you gnaw on the teat, he presses a kiss to your cheek, pulling the bottle away and dropping it on the coffee table.

“They didn’t cope well, we visited your grave every other day, they demanded it”

Wade pulls his mask over his lips, smiling down at you from where your cradled against Logan’s chest

“You have a second chance, take it”

Logan tongues over his teeth, leaning forward to grab a pacifier sat on the coffee table.

“Where do I sleep?”

Wade grins

“With bug, in my room, we’re a little stretched for space so I’ve been bumming it on the couch.”

Logan grunts

“For five years?”

“Yup, couldn’t let them sleep on the couch, so I gave them my bed.”

“Thank you”

Wade nods, leaving the conversation there

“You might want to get them to bed, it’s nearly their bedtime”

Wade checks the time on the tv, it’s nearing 10pm

Logan hefts you up, your head lolling on his shoulder, he walks in the direction of Wade’s room, firmly patting his back in thanks, you sleepily blink, waving to Wade, who waves back, smiling.

Logan gently tucks you under the blankets, smooshing a kiss to your cheeks, handing you your honey badger toy, Logan rummages through Wade’s room before he settles on a pair of sleep shorts, begrudgingly slipping them on. You giggle sleepily when Logan splays out next to you in pink shorts decorated with unicorns, he grumbles, building blankets up around the both of you in the form of a nest, purring at the warmth.

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Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed, comments, requests and reblogs are very appreciated! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

[d0llybear]

I knew you missed me

Nanami Kento x bimbo!reader

Pet name’s used: pretty girl, baby, babygirl, princess.

Authors note: I was lonely and high making this so let’s not judge pookums and reader is plus sized

All characters in this are 18+

Word count: 509

Tw‼️:p in v, unprotected (please wrap your hotdog up yall 😭), size difference, mentions of alcohol, deep throating, hints of cervix bruising, old man Kento- reader is in her twenties and Ken is in his mid forties. Tell me if I missed anything!

“That’s it pretty girl, you’re doing so good”. Well to explain how your ex was 9 and a half inches down your throat, it was Gojo’s birthday and of course he had his birthday party at a fucking bar. Long story short you got a little drunk and decided to forgive Kento because you couldn’t get this fine ass man out of your head no matter if your thoughts were bad or good so you took him back to your house and things got a little carried away

You were looking up at him as you struggled to take his thick meaty shaft down your throat, your eyes all blurred and cloudy. Although he had done some pretty bad things when you were together but your dumbness made you think that he was the best man in the world until one of your friends finally started to see the red flags then kento when bye bye.

“Sucking me so good princess” kento moaned, you knew he was close since his thrust were getting messier before you knew it he was shooting his load down your throat. “Let’s see these pretty tits, babygirl” you couldn’t even respond before he pulled out, threw you on the bed, and had your pink little dress on the floor all in the span of three minutes “i missed this body, baby” he chuckled, a low rumble going through his chest.

His big fingers had took your pretty pierced nipples in his hand, pinching and squeezing at them as you started to moan and whimpering “Ken!” You whined as you felt your clothed cunt throb “I don’t you can wait anymore, can you baby?” He smiled as he started to pump two fingers into your little cunt “Ken, f-faster please?” He laughed as he started to slow down “oh what was that, pretty girl? I don’t think I can hear you.” Suddenly you felt his finger completely removed before you could even say anything, you whined as you felt a bit empty “oh, calm down” he said as he rolled his eyes

He stroked himself a few times before lining up with your entrance, quick pushing in. You gasped as your gummy walls instantly tightened around his length, he let out a breathe moan before starting to thrust a bit harder and faster, his cock soon starting to brush against your cervix, soon enough you couldn’t even form coherent sentences sometimes Ken or Kento falling from your lips but the rest of the shit you were saying was gibberish. “Kento!” You shined as you felt your orgasm coming, you clamped down around him before you felt your orgasm rush through you, his quickly following.

He got off of you before you turned to him “I missed you Ken”. He chuckled “I knew you missed me, pretty girl” he responded before taking you in his arms.

Xoxo dolly💋

[silentmoths]

A vampires guide to feeding from a hemophobic partner. Ft. Neuvillette

*Pokes head out of the shadows*

Well heya. S'been a while.

What's brought this on? it started as a minor shitpost to @crystalflygeo's musings on vampire Neuv, and her mentionings of hemophobia- you know what it'll be easier to show yall.

So thats it. an elaborate shitpost.

Neuvillete x F! Reader. NSFW. Smut, general vampire goodness, Neuvillete being a fkn routine bitch because lets face it, he is.

Neuvillete could feel it. The…the pull, the desire, the need…the hunger.

The chief justice sighs as he pours over his paperwork. He would have to tell you tonight.

“Be beloved…I am hungry.” He tells you over dinner. Whilst he did not need to eat, He always made sure to prepare and join you for your evening meals…a routine one might say, he simply enjoyed spending time with his love, any spare moments he could get.

“Is that why you made steak for me tonight?” you question, knowing well his penchant for making you more Iron-rich dishes before he himself needed to feed.

Neuvillette nods solemnly, it was for your health after all; he would be remiss if he took and took only for you to become deficient. He doesn’t miss it, the sudden draining of colour from your face, or the increase in your heartbeat.

You were nervous, you always got nervous on feeding nights, and Neuvillette desperately wishes he could give you more time, but his hunger was a fickle thing, sometimes he could go weeks without needing to feed, others it was just a few days, it all hinged on how heavy his workload was. Yet he feels like more warning might be worse, because it would only psyche out his poor darling. Despite your absolute phobia of the very sight of blood, you insisted he feed off of you and you alone, an arrangement he happily complied with.

After all, whose blood better to nourish him than his darling’s?

He was always very organised when it came to this, anything for your comfort after all. After dinner and a bath, you find yourself gently tugged to bed with him, soft, nimble fingers gently massaging over your clammy skin. Sometimes you hated how afraid you were of this process, even though it had happened many many times now, without issue. You trusted Neuvillette. 

You trusted the way he spoke to you, the way he held you so gently in his arms, in the way his lips slowly travel the expanse of your throat. His murmuring compliments and praise as he slips behind you, your back pressing against his chest. Considering what he was, he always felt so…warm and inviting, welcoming, despite your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

He always starts with a kiss. Most vampires prefer the side of the throat…it’s generally seen as an easier extraction point…and yet Neuvillette does not, not after discovering your aversion to blood; he instead chooses the nape, not as easy, and a little longer to extract his fill from, but this way, you never had to see a drop, and he could hold you close. “Are you ready, my darling?” At your nod, he hums, thanking you quietly before sinking his fangs in, using the light scarring from the times he’d done this before as a guide. 

Your blood tastes like the finest ambrosia to him, like the first sips of water after being stranded in the desert for weeks. If he never tasted another person’s blood again in his life, and only had yours, he would die a happy man.

He rumbles softly as you whimper, it stung, of course it did, even he understood that this was not a comfortable process. His arms cross over your chest, lovingly holding you close and steady, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles into your exposed shoulders.

He drinks and comforts until he’s had his full, until he can feel the warmth in his cheeks return. He watches and listens to you, always keeping a constant eye on your condition, he would never ever forgive himself if he overindulged and made you suffer for it. The next part is a rather rigorous and rushed process. His fangs retract and one of his hands quickly reaches for a disinfecting wipe, the moment he pulls his lips away, he presses the wipe over the wound, cleaning it up as he coo’s softly at you.

“You did well, my darling, it’s over now…let me take care of you.” he whispers in your ear, tone thick with love and joy. He feels much better now, and it was his turn to make you feel better.

He cleans and dresses the wound with careful hands, as he cleans you up, he tries his best to clean himself up, any errant droplet of your blood on his lips is licked away. “Rest a moment my sweet, I will be right back.” He whispers to you before vanishing into the bathroom to brush his teeth and rinse his mouth. Not exactly a necessity, but if it helped abate your fears in any way? He’d do it. You’re still a little shaky when he returns, but now that he’s sure that there is nothing, no sign of blood anywhere, you couldn’t see your wound, and he didn’t smell of it, he can finally descend to pull you into his strong, yet gentle arms, so he can pepper kisses along your face and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. 

He’ll ask you what you want as a treat, it could be ice cream, it could be a slice of the sixteen-slice a day cake, he didn’t care how late it was, he would procure it no matter what. Anything for his darling.

 This was, is and always will be, the usual routine.

However, one day, your dear Iudex, has another idea. 

It starts, as all feeding evenings tend to. He cooks you a hearty, iron-rich meal, he warns you. Everything follows the usual, until you’re clean and showered, skin soft and silky from the fancy shower products he always insisted on keeping for you. (He had his own, but he was partial to body products that contained little scents.)

You sit in bed, awaiting your husband, and are taken aback when he walks in totally naked. His slim, yet sculpted physique on full display for you, pale skin unmarred by any scar or scratch, perfect in every way. “N-Neuvie?” you stammer as he crawls along the bed towards you, his gaze…sweet, yet predatory. “I thought-” “Oh my love, make no mistake, I will be feeding tonight…I just thought I’d try something…new to keep your thoughts from straying, hm?” Just what had you gotten yourself into?

Soon enough, you find yourself, face and chest pressed into the pillows your husband absolutely ploughs into you from behind, your cries muffled by the silken sheet, his hands pressing over yours, his fingers tangling between your own. You were trapped, well and truly trapped; you can't even recall the last time he’d destroyed your pussy like this. 

You hear his growl from above you, and you moan for it. It wasn’t often Neuvillette lost control like this, but when he did? It was its own form of ecstasy.

You’re so caught in pleasure, you never once felt the prick of his fangs, the only indicator of a change was the way his hands moved to press your chest into the bed further, holding your top half still whilst he continues to thrust into your sopping cunt like it was the last thing he’d ever do. You orgasm with a scream of his name before falling limp, fuzzy and barely-conscious against the sheets, only able to moan weakly when his hips snap forward, burying his cock as deep into you as it can before he cums, filling you with his hot seed.

That’s when you expect him to bite, when you’re in this soft, gauzy space of post orgasm. Yet he simply quietly tends to you, you feel the usual dressing gently press over the back of your neck and you blink in confusion.

“N-neuvie-” you whimper, his response is to gently take your hand and press a kiss to your knuckles. 

“It’s all over, my love. You did so well, you didn’t even notice.”

“W-wha..?”

You watch as he slowly rolls you over onto your back, giving your aggrieved spine a break after all that bending and arching. He reaches for the pitcher of water by the bedside, pouring you a glass first and helping you take small sips, before he takes a glass for himself, it wasn't quite his teeth-brushing routine, but for once, he didn’t feel it wholly necessary. 

You’re shocked, you really hadn’t felt it, there wasn't any pain.. “So.” He practically purrs as he leans over you to rub his nose against yours “what does my darling beloved want as her reward?” He asks, shifting some of his silky white hair from his face. 

“C-could we…do it like this more often?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper. This was so…out of the ordinary for him, to change up the routine…so you figure you might as well change up the reward.

He tilts his head at you before chuckling, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips as his hands move down to your back, massaging at the sore spots and making you groan appreciatively.

“I think that can be arranged.”

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[purecantarella]

Cold Night

happy halloween my lovelies!! for the Philippines at the very least, we visited my mom today and it was actually quite nice, in any case i hope you all enjoy this!! lee chaeryeong x reader diclaimer/s : smut. yall been knew that today was gonna be smut again, so go find something floofy to read instead

You swirled your glass of whiskey on the rocks mindlessly, watching your girlfriend on the other side of the room. Broad yet tight smile on her lips as she spoke to investors of the company. Lee Chaeryeong, like many people, was your pride and joy.

She meets your eye as you stare at her intently, your smile widens as her cheeks flare up obviously and shrinks into her shoulders as you stare at her. You look over at the barkeep, "Send a bottle of scotch and bucket of ice up to my room in 10."

He looks over at your ID and keycard before nodding silently, preparing the necessary items. You slip a tip before downing the liquid, leaving a stream of heat down your throat only to be chilled by the ice in the glass.

You keep the ice pressed to your lips longer, making sure the chill would remain for a few minutes. You place the glass down on the bar, nodding to the bartender before gliding over to Chaeryeong who's gaze never left you. You smile widely at the powerful men in the suits.

"Y/n! Glad to see you could make it." They offer a hand to you which you strongly take. "Wouldn't miss it for the world." In all honesty though, you had no clue what this gala was for. Chaer's company held so many of these that you couldn't be bothered to know what it was for.

You glide to the singer's side, your hand coiling around her waist as you press a lingering kiss to her warm cheek. The smile on your face becoming more genuine when you hear the barely audible gasp fall from her lips at the coldness yours held for her. The older people coo as they see you both display your affection. "...But as much as I'd like to enjoy the evening with you all, I'd like a moments peace with my love here."

They laugh heartily making Chaeryeong flush an even deeper red and smacks your shoulder playfully. You smile pulling her closer lovingly to which the executives chuckle again before nodding you both off, turning around to talk to other guests.

When they were far enough, your girlfriend breathed a sigh of relief as they do before she turns to you with an oddly sarcastic smile. "What's that look? I got you out of the most boring conversation of your life." You ask pulling her closer to you with a cocky smile on your face.

She rolls her eyes before looking around the dimly lit room, figuring not a single person would be able to see you both, she leans up confidently and takes your lips between hers. Unable to fight the low rumble in your chest when you feel just how warm her lips are against yours.

Chaeryeong pulls away with a gasp, her hand covering her mouth in shock. You smile and blow a small breathe onto her lips, whiskey and a bit of the cold air coating the air you breathed. She shivers and you smile.

"You look like a vision tonight, Chaer." You mutter as you duck your head down to her slender neck, leaving light and chilling pecks on her warm skin. Her hand falls onto your shoulder to push you away while her lip trembled.

"Y/n...not here." You chuckle before nodding, "I agree...Which is why we have arrangements upstairs."

Chaeryeong rolls her eyes as you pull away from embracing her. You put your hand out for her to take dramatically to which she stares at you shyly before taking it slowly.

It didn't take long for you to get to your room, but that didn't mean you made it easy for Chaeryeong. Your hands never leaving her waist as you whispered profanities into her ear, narrating your plans to her only having her cheeks burn unbearably.

You both slip into the room and as she leaned down to take her heels off her aching feet, you made sure to tower over her as she stood up straight. One of your arms leaning up on the hotel wall, trapping her in her spot, the other taking her chin in your hand, forcing her to stare up at you.

Her eyes darkened as they shot down to your lips again, watching them upturn in amusement. You lean down, ghosting over her lips, whispering, "I want to give you everything, Chaer..." You tilt your head, pressing a lingering kiss to the corner of her mouth, peppering slow kisses along her warm skin. "I want to be the one to show you new things." She gasps as your teeth scrape down her strong jaw and your hand takes her waist in its possessive grip, pushing you back into the wall.

You lift your head, the tips of your noses gently pressing against one another's as your gaze meets hers. "Would you let me, sweetness?"

Before she can respond, there's a quick knock at the door, tearing you away from the moment. You face her again before pressing your lips to hers long enough to have her chase your lips as you pull away. You run a hand through your messy hair before opening the door with a kind smile.

"Your whiskey and ice, ma'am." The attendant showed you before you nod and take the tray from his hands. Thanking him before closing the door gently before looking over at Chaeryeong who was still dazed from your teasing.

You chuckle softly before walking past her and to the kitchen of your suite. Your girlfriend not far behind you as you take one glass, picking out large ice cubes from the bucket and pouring down the neat whisky into the glass. She watches curiously as you press the alcohol to your lips, sipping down the expensive beverage before motioning for her to come closer.

Without a second thought she approaches you, following every wordless command. You lean down, taking her lips between hers, she moans softly feeling the cool sensation of the remainders of the ice cube in your mouth.

The ice is quick to melt between you both, the water dripping down both your chins before you pull away with a flushed smirk. Chaeryeong is staring at you silently begging for more when you pull her around the bar to stand in front of you.

"Didn't realize you were so hot that ice can't stand you..." You tease as you prop her up onto the bar, pushing her legs open further for you to stand between them, smirking up at her. "I think I'm down for an experiment." You say as you pluck another ice cube from the bucket.

Your eyes lock with the dancer's asking for one last assurance of consent before she nods slowly, pulling her hair to one side. You peck her cheek gently before popping the cold object into your mouth, holding it between your teeth (could never be me, i have sensitive teeth) and sliding it past her warm skin, your finger trailing over the damp skin.

"Y/n..." Her voice is needy as the ice melts quickly on her, goosebumps awakening on every inch of skin you touched. Your free hand pulls the top of her outfit down, exposing her bra-clad chest to you. You lean up quickly to kiss her, gasping as her warm tongue swipes around your cold lips slowly, taking in the opposing sensation in. Your hands slide to her back, undoing the clasp of her bra.

Pulling away slowly, you smile slyly seeing her nipples erect and ready for you. "Look how much you're enjoying this, sweetie..." You groan against her lips. Chaer nods, whimpers and moans trying hard not to fall out desperately.

She eyes your hands, dunking themselves into the ice bucket, the solid water beginning to melt quickly. You hiss softly at the sudden change in temperature before you compose yourself, staring deeply into her chocolate brown eyes.

"Lucky girl that I'll do anything for your pleasure." You subtly complain before pulling your hands out of the metal bucket, placing themselves on her exposed tits. Kneading and twisting her awaiting nipples making her cry out at the new and sudden sensation. Her hands clawing at your clothes, desperate to feel you in any way she could. "Y/n, Y/nnnnnn, please more. That feels so goooood."

You smirk against her lips, cold hands slapping one of her perky tits, only making her beg more. "Someone's really having fun with this." You tease before pulling her outfit off completely, and leaving her underwear in pieces as you tore your way through them, excited to see what would happen if your cold hands, or even tongue, touched her where she needed you most.

You press the bucket to your lips, drinking the ice water in spite of the pain in your teeth, gums and throat, falling to your knees. Spreading hers even wider and blowing a chilly gust of air into her hot cunt. Chearyeong squirms on her exposed ass when the cool air hits her center.

Your still cool hands press against her thighs, stroking them teasingly before she finally broke, "Y/n I want to feel your tongue in me, please! I need to cu-aHHH!" Her hand flies to the back of your head, scratching and tugging when the cold muscle in your mouth penetrates her pussy, flicking up and down in her cunt leaving her bucking her hips desperately against your mouth.

Your hands scratch the underside of her thighs as your tongue circles inside her, your nose bumping rhythmically against her clit. You hum at the delicious bittersweet taste of the juices that flowed from her, smiling as you hear her howl in pleasure just above you.

You clumsily lift one of your arms up, dipping your fingers in the still cold, but now melted, water letting it soak before you bring it back down and plunge your digits into her wet cavern pushing in and out at a blinding pace. Your tongue licking upwards and begins sucking madly at her swollen clit.

"Y/n! Ooooohh Y/n, I'm coming. Fuck I'm coming!" Chaeryeong squeals before her hand tightens around your hair and falls backwards into the counter of the bar. Her juices coating the counter and your hand before you pull out and suck the chilly digits with a satisfied smile.

Chaeryeong pants softly as you kiss your way up her stomach, chest, all the way up to her cheek. Seeing you sport an innocent smile, she almost punched you then and there...if she had feeling in her arms she would have.

"You're dead, Y/n." She pauses trying to catch her breathe as you gingerly pepper feather light kisses across her face. "Once I can move you're dead."

You hop onto the bar counter, taking her red cheeks in your hand and kiss her lips lovingly and deeply. The dancer smiles as you do before you pull away with a teasing smile, "I'd like to see you try, sweetness."

In spite of the bellboys refusing to send ice up to your room after the fourth round, the night was still a nice, cold night.

i have to say, against the wall and on the counter sex is the hottest for me. if you can't tell from my fics they happen to be my favorites AHAHAHAHAH i hope you all liked this and it wasn't too cringe. i hope you're all keeping safe and i will see you all vv soon!! bye!! - r

[surshica]

NINTENDO SWITCH !

TWENTY - cheater

masterlist <3

A/N : to be far none of y’all were close to it. IT WAS SO SIMPLE SO SIMPLE but only one person understood it HAHAH, im a marketing genius 🥸 — a little bit of a mess but it’s okay <3

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(CONTINUATION OF CHAPTER NINETEEN)

yn has never felt so many butterflies before; the kiss made her feel so undeniable happy. chishiya had his arm wrapped around her waist, this kiss was a slow yet soft. the way his lips matched the rhythm of hers; the way his lips glided against hers. she’s felt so many butterflies in just those two kisses.

the way his hands rested around her waist; it wasn’t too touchy but it wasn’t inappropriate either; it was the perfect position. chishiya had tightened the grip around yn’s waist pulling her closer to him. the kitchen living room was silent but mira cleared her throat. she was leaning against her bedroom door, “im so happy for the both of you but how about we take it somewhere else!!” a cheery sarcasm tone was evident.

chishiya had broken off the kiss when mira cleared her throat; “first arisu now you? i really cant do anything~” his voice was a low yet melodic tone. yn had whipped her head to where mira was. more blush was formed apon her face; clearing her throat. “hi mira!” you waved at the long black haired women, she waved back at you with a grin.

“like i said yall can take it to her room or even better you can take it to his room!” she said making her way to the fridge to grab a caprisun, “it wasn’t like that mira trust! he was just talking to me about the topics on the mid terms..!” “oh really? because from what i saw was that his and your lips were attached togetherrrr~” she even looked at your waist pointing at chishiya’s arm wrapped around it; chuckled she grabbed two more caprisuns before heading back to her dorm.

“you two have a mid term tomorrow make sure to study..not suck off eachothers faces.” she mumbled the last part but chishiya laughed. yn stared at chishiya, he had some soft features; it kinda looked very angelic. “you must really love my face features; you always seem to be staring at them..” chishiya inhaled moving his arm from around her waist to resting it on his side.

“yeah because they are very soft..it contradicts your cold ass personality.” yn pushed strands of hair from her face. chishiya simply just hummed. “this is kinda embarrassing.” “how so?” “well for starters, im in a eevee shirt and spandex..my hair is a mess too” yn fixed her wrinkled shirt, chishiya shrugged “there is nothing wrong with it. its cute.”

yn wanted to kick her feet i mean he literally called her cute, she just smiled using his shoulders to get down from the countertop, as her feet touched the ground she fixed her shirt—she held onto chishiya’s arm tugging him next to her, “well since you’re here, you can help me with my studying..!” she didn’t give him time to answer and just dragged him to her room,

“you know this out of context looks interesting.” chishiya laughed lightly, “shut up.” she smiled shutting the door behind her, “you are going to help me! i dont care if this helps you, i want to pass this with high marks.” she unhooked her arm from his going over to her desk grabbing her tablet and notebook. chishiya looked around her room—walking over to her bed sitting down near the bed frame/pillows.

“i mean i havent studied so this will help me too i guess..” he watched as yn walked from the desk over to the bed sitting down near him. yn started asking questions about medications and different viruses. chishiya wasn’t very responsive which made yn look at him with a slight frown, “chishiya?? earth to chishiya?? are you uncomfortable?” she moved a little farther from him.

he just grabbed her by the waist pulling her back over to him in-between his legs, “this is better, i just felt as if something was missing.” he smiled, yn felt a smile form on her lips—“well i guess this is one way for you tutoring me” a small laugh rumbled from chishiya. “as you were saying..” he started to point at what was important.

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yn hadn’t realized how much long her and chishiya had been hanging out together well been in eachothers presence but it was already the ass crack of the morning, the sun was beaming through the curtains, the suns brightness made her not want to sleep anymore; groaning she opened her eyes rolling over to an empty side, a confused frown appeared on her lips.

she thought chishiya was next to her; she just sighed sitting up checking her phone. she had about an hour before her class started—with some procrastination she actually got ready for her mid terms. even with mid terms she still had to wear their stupid beige uniforms.

mira was already gone for her midterms so she were alone and it was kind of scary, but she just shrugged it off leaving the dorm. yn still had about thirty minutes before class started so she made her way to the campuses cafe, by the time she got there—there wasn’t a long line.

she was deciding what she should get so she just got herself a milk tea; “what did you get?” a rasp husk like voice asked behind her, it startled her a little turning around to see chishiya. “i got a milk tea..did you get anything?” she smiled at the blondie, he shook his head with his hands on his blazer pockets.

“large milk tea for yn!” was called from one of the workers, yn went to go grab it leaving chishiya alone for not even a full second; turning around there were girls swarming him. she had forgotten chishiya is one of those bachelor’s at this school. rolling her eyes she put a straw in her drink take sips, her lip gloss stains were evident on her straw.

chishiya whom had always hated the attention had dreaded this kind of interactions; he walked over to yn ignoring the girls that were trying to get his attention, “you should try it! this is the best” “are you advertising a drink to me?” “well you do it all the time cookies so it was worth a shot..” yn shrugged walking towards the direction of the classroom. “chishiyaaa do you like her?” one of the girls tried to hold his arm but he moved it before they could, “nah i don’t like her, i think it’s more than that.”

he was walking behind yn, “you seem very confident for the midterm..it’s scary” chishiya had caught up to the bust girl drinking milk tea, yn looked at him and smiled “im confident that i’m going to beat you.” chishiya slowly nodded his head, “i didn’t even study so there is a chance you can beat me..” “bullshit you studied with me” “and you assume i was paying attention to the notes and not you?” “that was smooth.”

chishiya let out a soft chuckle, “i feel as if you are still going to beat me.” yn groaned, “its almost as if you are a cheater.” chishiya put his hand over his heart, “ouch.” yn smiled at him before heading over to her seat which was in the middle of the classroom. chishiya sat in the back so he was chilling.

a wave of nervousness started to pour in as the time itches closer and closer and closer. looking at the time stressed her so she just looked down playing with her drinks straw. the mid term was on computer so that made yn’s life easier, taking out your laptop she looked around to see some confident students but most were nervous.

opening up the test she were reading the question in her head; rereading she realized how easy this was. she has felt such a surge of confidence go over her like a wave. a small grin formed on her lips grabbing her drink taking a sip.

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since it was an electronic test you got the answers back as soon as she submitted it. a bright smile beamed on her face seeing the 45/45. people had already finished and it looked like some were disappointed and some were happy, looking at the screens next to her those people got no higher then a 35-39.

looking back her can see chishiya staring into your skull, i mean she already finished so she got up and left. chishiya followed from behind—his cool uncared demeanor would make you think he aced it as well. throwing away the empty plastic cup, yn waited for chishiya near the door in the hallways.

“well what did you get?” chishiya stood infront of her; her smile was genuine—it made his heart do some flutters. “well since you want to knoww~ i got a 45/45” she crossed her arms resting them on her stomach area. chishiya sighed scratching the back of his head, “damn well this sucks.”

“what did you get??” yn leaned foward towards him, “i got a 42/45..” he sighed looking away, “i messed up on a few questions but that’s all.” he quickly side eyed yn before looking back towards the bush hallway, yn had a big smile on her face.

“so i beat THE chishiya shuntaro?? man. this is a great day!!” a sigh of relief and happiness was washed over her, “you just cheated thats all.” “i did not cheat, you were with me when i was studying!!” she fought back, her hand rested on her hip. “well you cheated because you were distracting me when i wanted to study with you..”

“chishiya you were literally cuddling me to death, you were like a clingy cat.” yn pinched his shoulder as he furrowed his eyebrows. “cheater.” “sore loser.”

yn smiled at him, “well…since i won it seems fair that you take me on a proper date.” chishiya looked at her with a smirk like expression, “a date?” yn nodded excitedly, “well i mean..” he looked at his phone and it was barely 1 pm, he nodded his head looking back at yn, “hmm be ready by 2, i’ll pick you up from your dorm.” chishiya’s lips formed a small smile walking away from yn.

“where are you taking me???” yn questioned the blondie walking away, chishiya turned his heel looking at yn “that is a secret.” he put his finger over his lips turning back around walking away into the crowded hall. yn had a huge ass smile on her face; she was fucking excited.

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BONUS :

as chishiya arrived back at his dorm, he started to undo the tie with his hand turning the key into the door with his other unlocking it; apon entering he saw arisu sitting on the couch on his phone.

“how come you didn’t come home late last night?” arisu questioned chishiya, “i was helping yn study.” “and that meant you coming back at like 3 am??” chishiya nodded as he headed into his room.

“WAIT WHERE ARE YOU GOING??” arisu got suspicious of the blonde changing out of his school clothes, “i’m going out with someone..” chishiya mumbled as arisu kept pestering him. “WHO? WHO IS SHE?!” arisu shook the topless chishiya, “it’s yn why?” chishiya stood there a little akwardly, “YOURE GOING ON A DATE WITH MY BEST FRIEND?!?” arisu’s eye widened “i mean i expected it but WHATTATATAT”

“can’t believe my pookie bear is cheating on me with MY BEST FRIEND.” arisu started to fake cry as chishiya stood there akward as hell. he tried to pat his back but arisu moved his hand off him

“DONT TOUCH ME CHEATER. im so hurt dont talk to me” arisu laughed a little bit kept up the crying at stoning to his room. chishiya had to blink twice; he was so confused.

tags !!

pink doesn’t work

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[madhatterbri]

Together | Bayley

Summary: After her "friends" in Damage CTRL don't help her, you try your best to make her feel better.

Author's Note: If yall see a grown ass woman cry when Bayley comes out at Royal Rumble mind ya business.

Pure fiction.

You couldn't quite describe what it feels like to watch the woman you love get betrayed on live TV. Despite clearly needing help, no one in Damage CTRL helped her out. She tried her best to keep it together, but you could tell she was crumbling. You wished more than anything that you could cheer her up. After she lost, your mouth hung open.

Your phone rang a couple of minutes. A heartbreakingly simple 'hey babe' made your throat tighten. She sounded so broken and worried. You would have traded anything to be able to comfort her.

"Hey," you strained in a whisper. "You looked beautiful tonight,"

She snorted briefly. Despite her faction falling apart, you always found a way to try and make her feel better. "Yeah. I wish you were here,"

"Me too. I would have jumped the barricades and saved you. Bianca's KOD got nothing on me," you spoke valiantly. When you were met with silence on the other line you asked the burning question. "Is everything okay in your group?"

"I'm not sure. They haven't really talked to me after the match. It is like they are avoiding me," she confessed. "I haven't been able to find them yet,"

"You need to have a talk with them, babe. You know communication is so important," you advised her. Maybe the five of them having an open floor would do some good. Clear out the air so they can continue causing havoc in the women's division.

"I think you are right. Hey, I just found them talking. I'm going to do just that," she informed you. She still sounded so down. "I'll talk to you later,"

She hung up before you could say another word. You placed your phone on the table and watched the rest of the show seething. Despite Bayley trying to communicate her feelings, Koda was gaslighting her. You couldn't wait until Bayley came home.

Days later, the sound of the front door opening and closing woke you from your sleep. You looked at the clock on the nightstand. 10:30. The television lights flickered in your room. Michael Scott was causing shenanigans in The Office.

"Did I wake you?" Your girlfriend asked, worried, once she stepped inside of the bedroom.

"It's fine," you assured and patted the spot on the bed in front of you. "I wanted to see you when you got home. I missed you,"

Bayley smiled and kissed you before laying in between you and the television. She rested her head on your arm. Your other hand rubbed the tension in her back away. You watched The Office together. Before long, you will fell in a peaceful sleep together.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Sweet Tooth 17

Masterlist

Warnings: shades of coercion, touching, thoughts of dread/hopelessness, dub/noncon.

Feedback is welcome even if it’s just a drabble. Who knows, I might be inspired if yall are into it. Thanks for reading if you do. Please reblog if you feel inclined to.

Thor’s large hands frame your waist, nails digging into your skin, his pelvis cracking against yours, over and over. You whine and whimper as he unleashes his fury upon you, punishing your walls as you arch your back in an effort to take him. You bounce atop the bed as he holds you down, squeezing your sides tighter as he grunts and growls.

“Kitten, you are so sweet,” he grits out as the frantic clapping of flesh mingles with your helpless babbling, “and you’re all mine.”

His hands crawl away from your waist, leaving a tingle from his vice like grip. He grabs your left, then right leg, and pushes both up to your chest. He lifts himself higher on his knees as he folds you almost in half, plunging deep into you as his eyes cling to the joining of your bodies. He watches as he fucks you, the wet noise of your cunt around him.

“Fuck,” he snarls and rams in even harder, so rough your hips ring with pain, “fuck, kitten, I’m gonna cum–”

“Thor,” you gasp and reach down to try to push him away, fingers grazing his forearm, “pull– out–”

He rumbles as he slams in to his limit and hangs his head back as his stomach clenches. He cums, hips rolling as he lets out a series of long and droning groans, twitching as he grows oversensitive. You close your eyes and turn your face away, disgusted by him as much as your own weakness.

“Sorry, kitten, I couldn’t stop,” he sighs and drops your legs so they splay around him, “you’re so sexy, I couldn’t–”

You turn your face away and hold back your irritation. It’s your own fault. That one careless night and he’s taken it as permission. He conveniently forgot condoms when packing for this trip but the argument to abstain is a joke you won’t say.

He lowers himself over you, covering your body with his large one, another reminder of his power over you. More than physical.

“Kitten, I really didn’t mean to–”

“I’m tired,” you shake your head, “that’s all.”

He huffs and pecks your cheek, nuzzling your temple as he lets out gristly exhale, “what did my brother say to you?”

You tense and he sinks into you until you squirm. You can’t help but hit his shoulder and yipe as your tender walls tighten around him. You look at him as anxiety spirals in your chest.

“He just showed me the house,” you lie, “said… you have business and that I was welcome.”

“Nothing else?” He brings his large hand up and pushes the web of his thumb and index against your chin, holding your face easily in his grip.

“No, what would he say? Oh,” you bend your arm to touch his bulging bicep daintily as fear courses cold against the fading heat of excess, “he knows Romy. Did you know that?”

He looks into your eyes, as if searching for some tell. He finally gives a tight-lipped smirk, “no,” he tilts his pelvis so you squeak and slap his shoulder, “who cares?” He thrusts hard, jerking you against the mattress, “I have you, kitten,” he purrs as he slides back, “mmm, I’m gonna fuck you,” he ruts again, “and then…” another painful dip, “I’m going to sleep inside you, kitten.”

You bit your lip as tears prick in your eyes and ease your whimper to a moan. He snickers and crushes his mouth against yours as he keeps a harsh motion. He nibbles your lip as he slowly draws away, “so when I am gone, you will remember who you belong to, kitten.”

You grasp onto his thick arm and push your head back into the pillow as you arch your body beneath his, “yes, sir…” you rasp as his hand moves to your throat, resting there, a threat.

“Will you miss me, kitten?” He squeezes, just enough to make your heart lurch.

“Yes, sir,” you sputter as you claw at his back, weak beneath the relentless rhythm of his fucking, “I… will.”

“I will miss you,” he growls as the bed knocks against the wall with his motion, “miss… you…” He keeps his hand on your neck as he pounds into you, hanging his head as he gulps up air, “so… good…”

🎀

You’re left alone in the summer house, made larger by your solace. You’re restless when you finally drag yourself from the sheets that smell of sweat and sex. You’re sore, aching with each move, as your head thrums. You feel worn and thin, hung out to dry in the sun, faded and stiff.

Thor’s suitcase is next to yours, the one he packed for you. You search both. Your phone isn’t there. Your chest clutches as you give up, resigning to your disconnected purgatory. You’re not stupid, he’s taken it for a reason. A reason that scares you.

After a time, with only self-pity and horror for company, you make yourself do something. Anything.

You glance out the window at the placid pool. You take a bathing suit from the bag and pull it on, a pink piece with thick bands but little coverage. The cool water beckons to your mind and your achy muscles.

You venture out and shuffle around the kitchen, fumbling until you manage to find all you need for a single cup of coffee. You take out your prize to the poolside and drink it on the lounger as the sun beats down. You think of the night before, stood by the pool, and the offer Loki made.

You know you can’t take it. You know Thor could never let you go. Yet you think of Romy and how she retains her independence. Loki is one of her clients and she gets to flit around and toss her money at whatever she pleases. So why then are you forced into this prison with this tyrant who uses you so cruelly?

You put down the empty cup and go to the pool, sitting on the edge as you let your legs dangle in first. You wish you could ask her, that you could know. If you accepted Loki’s offer, could he protect you from his own brother? Were you dumb enough to be thinking you could accept?

You scoff and push yourself off the tile and sink down below the surface. Right now, your only option feels like holding yourself under and letting the world fade to black. But like everything, you’re a coward.

[winitichorrors]

𝘉𝘙𝘖𝘒𝘌𝘕 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘔𝘐𝘚𝘌𝘚. (𝘋𝘌𝘈𝘕 𝘟 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙.)

𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘛 𝘞𝘈𝘙𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎 ; just angst yall

The Impala rumbled softly beneath you as you sat in the passenger seat, the cool leather pressing against your back. The night stretched endlessly ahead, dark and ominous.

You glanced at Dean, his hands gripping the steering wheel tighter than usual, his jaw clenched, and his eyes fixed straight ahead. It had been days since you'd shared a real conversation, and the silence between you felt heavier than any hunt you'd faced together.

You sighed, shifting your gaze out the window to the endless blur of trees whipping by. The tension was suffocating, and you couldn't ignore it any longer. You missed him. Not just being near him, but the real Dean-the one who'd once made you feel safe in this dangerous world of monsters and demons. But lately, it felt like he was a stranger. "Dean," you started, your voice hesitant, testing the waters. "We need to talk."

He didn't respond immediately. His knuckles whitened as he tightened his grip on the wheel, and for a moment, you thought he might ignore you entirely. But then he spoke, his voice low and guarded. "There's nothing to talk about."

"That's not true." You turned toward him, trying to catch his eye. "You've been distant for weeks now. Ever since that last hunt...

Dean, you're shutting me out."

He still wouldn't look at you. "I'm fine, okay?

We've got bigger problems to worry about than my feelings."

You could hear the strain in his voice, the lie he was telling. You knew him too well. He had always been good at carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, but this time, it felt different. This time, you were the one carrying the burden of being pushed away.

"Stop saying you're fine," you snapped, the frustration you had bottled up for weeks finally spilling over. "This—this isn't fine! You're not okay, and neither am I. You promised me, Dean.

You promised you wouldn't shut me out."

Dean finally looked at you, his green eyes flashing with an anger that made your heart ache. "I never promised you anything." His voice was cold, a sharp contrast to the warmth you once knew.

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. You recoiled, staring at him in disbelief. Your throat tightened, and you blinked back the sting of tears. "How can you say that?"

Dean let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. "I told you what this life is like. I warned you.

People like me... we don't get happy endings, I thought you understood that."

"I did!" you shouted, your voice breaking. "I knew it wasn't going to be easy, but I thought we were in this together. That you trusted me.

But now? I don't even know who you are anymore."

Dean slammed on the brakes, sending the car skidding to a halt on the side of the deserted highway. The silence that followed was deafening, the only sound the ticking of the cooling engine and your ragged breathing.

He turned to you, his face hard and closed off, but his eyes-God, his eyes were filled with something else. Guilt. Pain. Maybe even fear.

"You don't want to know who I am," he said, his voice softer now, but no less painful. "Because who I am... it's not good enough for you. I'm not the hero you think I am. I'm just a guy who's trying to hold it all together, and most of the time, l'm failing."

Your heart ached for him, but his words only deepened the wound. "That's not true, Dean. I don't care if you're perfect. I care about you. I love you." Dean flinched at the word "love" as if it physically hurt him. He looked away, staring at the darkness beyond the windshield. "You shouldn't."

Tears finally spilled down your cheeks. "You don't get to decide that for me."

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The air between you felt electric with unsaid words, with emotions that neither of you knew how to express. You could see the war waging inside him-the part of Dean that wanted to let you in, to be vulnerable with you, fighting against the part that had been taught his whole life to push people away for their own good.

"You're better off without me," he said, breaking the silence. His voice was barely above a whisper, but it cut deep. "People around me? They get hurt. Or worse. You deserve better than this."

You shook your head, your heart shattering at the way he was speaking, as if he truly believed he didn't deserve to be loved. "That's not your choice to make. I'm here because I want to be.

I'm with you because I choose you, Dean. But if you keep pushing me away, I don't know how much longer I can keep fighting for us alone."

Dean clenched his fists on his lap, his whole body tense as if he was barely holding himself together. He took a deep breath, and for a moment, you thought he might finally let you in. But then he turned back to you, his eyes colder than you'd ever seen them.

"Then maybe you should stop fighting."

His words shattered the last bit of hope you had been holding onto. The sob that tore through your chest was involuntary, raw, and painful. You turned away from him, unable to look at his face anymore. "Fine," you whispered, your voice broken. "If that's what you really want."

Dean didn't answer. The silence said everything. He didn't stop you as you opened the car door, stepping out into the cold night air. He didn't follow you as you walked down the road, away from the Impala, away from him.

And as the sound of the car's engine revved to life and faded into the distance, you realized that you had just walked away from the only home you had ever known.

i’m But maybe Dean was right. Maybe you were better off without him.

But God, it hurt like hell to leave him behind.

[thevastnessof]

@sivsi16​ @abysall-glory im going wild this is so funny, i thought everyone could do this?

[teabunnypaws]

Welp.

I did it.

What makes it WORSE? The fact that while writing one Hawks x Reader fic, I got distracted and wrote a WHOLE ASS DIFFERENT FIC. I don’t really have a beta reader, so I edited it as best I could and just..be gentle with me yall. This is my first fic in 10 years oof. This is my first time writing in this POV so have mercy haha, I know it gets kinda messy toward the end but hopefully it’s not awful.

Unconditional Love (Hawks x Reader)

Summary: You (bunny themed pro-hero) and Hawks have found balance and understanding in your busy lives. Sometimes the greatest show of love is saying nothing and doing everything.

Word#: 4088

Tags:  fluff, cuddling with no pants, fluff and MORE FLUFF, pet names (honeybun, baby bun, toasty bun), mentions of getting a tan, Hero Reader with Bunny Quirk, (If more tags are needed, just lemme know this is my first time posting like this so oof)

Txt: Baby?

Txt: Loooovebiiiird~

Txt: I miss you 💕

You smiled as you sent the text message, comfortable in bed, your teeth biting softly at the corner of your lip. Your long ears gave a small flick as you basked in the cool of the bedroom. It was lit only with dim fairy lights, the sound of the standing fan nearby rumbling through the air, soothing you further as you cuddled up in your sleep shirt. It had been a long day, and you had just gotten back from a grueling two week deployment. Your shoulders hurt, your calves were killing you...which was saying something considering your quirk.

Unlike Rumi, you were built for speed rather than punishing power...but there were days where even you were pushed to your limits and this had been one of them. After a quick small meal and a hot shower, you could finally unwind for the weekend, a gentle smile on your face as you glanced over to Keigo's pillow next to you. 

You had come home with your heavy duffel on your shoulder to be met by a bright eyed and apologetic Keigo in the doorway. He helped it off your shoulder and peppered you in kisses as he gathered you to him, fully decked out in his hero gear, visor pushed up into his hair.

You basked in the warmth of his body around you, the softness of his wings as they brushed against the part of your back exposed by your costume. The sensation of their silkiness against your skin made you shiver a bit, your tail giving a small wiggle of delight. His hands were also so warm, soft in pliant leather that rested on your hips, fingertips brushing softly inward as though he wanted to pet your tail. It was one of your favorite things about him, how he always savored you like that.

"Sorry honeybun, I gotta fly. Duty calls y'know? He had murmured against your lips, his eyes worried and gentle as he regarded you. But instead of what he had seen before with others who had been in his arms, the hurt and sadness, your eyes met his with a gaze that held one thing that never failed to take his breath away: understanding. Your hands slid up to cup his cheeks, pulling him down for a kiss, your lips met softly, sweetly. 

His eyes fluttered closed and his shoulders relaxed, arms and wings tightening about you just a moment as he soaked you in. A soft sigh pulled from you both as you parted, a small smirk curling your lips as you reached up and carefully pulled his visor down settling it in place. 

"Stay safe out there hotshot."

The smile that lit up his face rivaled the sun and his wings ruffled in his joy. "You got it baby bun." He gave you a playful wink and that trademark beautiful smile "I'll be back soon~" and out he had gone, leaving you to unpack and settle in.

You weren't expecting a reply right away, As Keigo or rather..Hawks, tended to be busy with his patrol. Not that you minded. Both of you were pro heroes and even though you were nowhere near as busy as he was, there were times where you both had to bid each other goodbye for the sake of duty.

Sometimes weeks at a time.

You didn't bother to tell him where you were when you had to leave. He *knew* where you were thanks to the feather you wore around your neck pressing to your skin. Not only did it let him know where you were but, it gave Hawks the feeling of your resting heartbeat, the hum of happiness in your chest as he began to reply. 

It was a bond unlike most had ever seen. The two of you tied at the hip, but at the same time, never impeding the work the other did...even if it meant being apart for long stints.

Apart, but never alone~

Your eyes sparkled when you saw his reply: 

Lovebird: I miss you too baby bun~

Txt: Come cuddle me?

There was a pause then...a rather long one. One long enough for you to pull up your emails and flip through before his message popped up on the top of your screen.

Lovebird: I'll be there as soon as I'm done ok? Keep the bed warm for me~

Txt: Fiiiiiine~

And you of course attached a picture of yourself pouting in the low light of the room. Your hair strewn softly about your pillows, ears lowered and bottom lip poked out. To put the cherry on top you were wearing your favorite sleep shirt: an oversized Hawks merchandise shirt the same color as his wings of course; the feather keepsake he gave you resting on its chain and settled about your heart.

There was no text message as a reply, the feather giving all the answer you needed. It shifted and moved to brush against the curve of your cheek and you smiled, gathering it to your lips and murmuring softly against the vane. "Love you…" Your eyes closed, the gentle fluffiness brushing against your lips, and you could almost feel his thumb against them.

It would be a good five hours before you heard the slight rustle of the balcony window and the familiar sound of your boyfriend clambering through. You shifted, rolling over and regarding him in the low light of the room as he stood, looking over to you with gentle loving eyes.

"Hey (y/n), I'm home honeybun…" His voice was still cheerful, relieved to be home but low with his exhaustion. He didn't look too worse for wear, no huge chunks of missing feathers or anything like that, but that tiredness hung heavy on his frame like a wet coat.

"Welcome home…" you replied, shifting on your side to watch him with a small sleepy blink. Hawks sighed, giving a small smile before pulling his visor off and placing it on the bedside table, his work phone was tugged from his pocket, plugged in and plopped next to it haphazardly.

His boots and socks were the next to go, the crimson winged hero too tired to put any sort of effort into stripping out of his work clothes in any sort of sexy manner, but to you? 

He was gorgeous.

The slight flex of his shoulders as he hovered his feathers out of the way to wriggle his coat off was downright sinful, your eyes watching as he dropped it on the floor. The next off was his shirt, tugged off over his head, yet another tired sigh coming as he let it join his coat. One hand coming to smooth his hair back as sharp teeth found the end of one gloved fingertip biting and pulling the leather to remove it and let it drop, soon to be joined by its mate on the ever growing pile. The buckle of his pants came undone and you would have offered to help him with that if he didn't look so drained. Plus...you were still tired and sore yourself.

And just like that...Hawks was gone. Shed and discarded on the floor and put aside for the time being.

Left in his boxers, Keigo flopped face down onto the bed with a fluff of red as his feathers settled back into place. He pushed an exhausted groan into his pillow, not noticing that his dramatic belly flop had made you bounce slightly.

"Hey, we just got this mattress..don't go breaking it just yet." You teased.

"Baby bun..if I wasn't so exhausted I'd show you how I'd really break this mattress and you know it." Came the smothered reply and he laughed softly, gently rolling over to face you with his arms out. "C'mere…" his eyes were honeyed amber, warm and so inviting, even in the low light of the room.

It took less than a second for you to slot yourself firmly between those strong arms, nosing under his jawline while Keigo buried his face in your hair and took a deep breath. One wing draped over you, dropping you both into relative darkness and you hummed in contentment. His exhaling sigh came with slacked shoulders, his hand rubbing quick circles in the small of your back, just above your tail.

You pressed a smile to his neck and murmured softly "Slower please?" Your hand slid up his back in a lazy methodical way as a demonstration. "Like that?" You asked, loving the way his muscles felt below your touch. It was like a musician destringing an overtaut violin bow, another sigh heaved from his frame and he hummed lowly as he seemed to revel in being asked to relax his quickened pace.

"Sure thing babe….whatever you want.." he murmured, his hand shifting to a slow easy pace. Keigo smiled as he trailed his fingertips up and down your back, admiring the lines of your frame, and the softness of your skin under his merchandise. "Y'know...I love seeing you in that...wearin’ my colors...my name on you.." He said softly. "Looks even better on you than before…."

"Oh yeah? Why's that hm?" You asked, nosing gently under his jawline. Your nose twitched as an unfamiliar cologne hit it...a smell that you weren't used to being on him, but nonetheless it was sublime. Woodsy and warm, slightly sweet and undeniably Keigo.

"Probably because you're so tan now...heh, I knew you said you were running around outside a lot and you weren't kidding." He leaned back and grinned at you. "My little toasty bun,  I'm gonna eat you all up~" Keigo growled playfully, biting gently along your shoulder in a few places with a soft noise in the back of his throat.

"Ah! Keigo~" you squealed and squirmed, laughing against his neck. "Yeah I'm a toasty bun, and you smell nice. New cologne?" You asked, nuzzling eagerly back into the crook of his neck. Hm..no not there..

A slight tip of your face where you could feel the soft brush of his facial hair against the bridge of your nose, the smell much stronger there. You hummed your delight, rubbing back and forth, the slight scratch of his hair soothing you, allowing your ears to tip back.

"Nah, new face wash. Rumi got it for me..I wasn't sure if I liked it, but if it gets *this* reaction, I think I might just have a winner on my hands." He said with a playful waggle of his brows, earning a laugh from you against his neck.

"Yeah I'd say so." You hummed, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips, settling your foreheads together. You simply paused there...soaking it all in, his presence, the softness of his breath against your lips, the feel of those cool slightly calloused hands brushing against your skin and hiking the back of your shirt as they went.

"Lovebird?"

"Hm?" Keigo replied, peeling open one eye to regard you with a small smile. "What's up (y/n)?"

"I love you." You said softly, giving a small peck of your lips to his, earning yourself a grin. As he began to open his mouth to reply, your own grin flicked over your face as you began your assault. 

"I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.." Again and again, you murmured the phrase, each time punctuating it with a small quick kiss on a different part of his face. You could feel his shoulders shake with laughter, his head tipping to try and return the assault, but at the moment, you had him on the ropes.

All he could do was accept your love and laugh as again and again, it was peppered into his skin with gentle affection and insistent whispers. "I love you. I love you. I love youuuu~" You cooed, the last one given with a veritable rain of kisses leaning up over him, pausing to linger the last one at his lips, allowing you to look into his eyes.

So beautiful they were...like melted honey as they met your own. His breaths came in soft little puffs, quickly warming hands settled against you and he chuckled. "Well that was quite a statement. Allow me to retort~" A wicked grin crossed his face and he used a bit of leverage to roll you halfway under him, not being able to hold back a laugh as your squeal of delight filled the air.

His kisses had no words, but none were needed as he peppered them all over your face and neck, your hands clutching about his neck and shoulders as giggles pulled from you nonstop.

Oh that sound.

That beautiful...beautiful sound. All for him. One of the few reasons why this hero gig was worth it; to come home and settle next to you. What made it even better was that he could feel it. Every rippling vibration seeping into him through the feather you wore and he pushed up on his hands, looking down at you. 

All the genuine joy, all the happiness, it was for him, caused by him. Keigo...not Hawks...this precious adoration reserved for who he was...and not who he allowed others to see him as.

It nearly brought him to tears.

You took a moment to breathe, your giggles dying down, tiny tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you looked up at him with sheer adoration in your gaze. Your hair was messy and spread over the pillow below you, your hands slipping off him to rest gently against the mattress. 

Your shirt had shifted during the assault, slipping slightly down one shoulder, bearing the soft plane of skin to him and the sight of you made his heart ache in the best way. A sweet twisting fullness that left him nearly breathless as he watched you, his wings relaxing softly along with his shoulders. 

Confused at his unusual silence, you looked up at him, giving a small quirk of a shy smile, feeling your cheeks warm. “What?” You asked, your voice soft and flustered. “Keigooo….What?” You insisted when your initial question got no reply, but instead a warm, loving smile.

"You're beautiful babybun...y'know that?" Keigo murmured, the feather around your neck lifting to trail its tip against your lips. "And it's a goddamn shame I'm so fucking exhausted." He laughed breathlessly, his eyes low and hungry in the dim light. A playful smile curled your lips at that and you pressed a kiss to the tip of his feather.

"That makes it a double shame then because trust me hot shot, you’re not the only one who’s dead on their feet. Soooo to me, that means we just have to get some sleep and who knows~" You grinned up at him then, a hand coming to brush against the afterfeather and up to where it attached to your necklace. You relished in the full body shiver he gave, his eyes fluttering closed, his teeth sinking slightly into the corner of his mouth.

"We might just be in shape to handle some…." 

"Morning exercise?" Keigo offered, smoldering topazine eyes locked onto yours, his voice low and sultry. His wings were lifted high, flared slightly to subtly show off his plumage as his instincts demanded.

"Mhmmm~" you purred in return, letting your hand slip from the feather to gather him to you, giving a giggle at the small noise he made at being pulled out of his display and rolled back onto his side. His wings gave a quick flap, adjusting to keep himself from laying on them, and he give a low chuckle.

“Well in that case, let’s get some sleep..You know me (y/n), I love to help you stretch those beautiful legs of yours~” Keigo teased, his hands sliding down the soft curve of your exposed thigh to your knee and back up.

You hummed softly in your delight as you shifted, rolling over onto your side to stretch your arms out comfortably. It always confused you honestly, how romantic shows and movies would have people cuddling to sleep facing one another. The first time you’d tried that with Keigo, your arm had gone horribly numb and you couldn’t sleep worth a damn.

This though? Your back snug against his strong chest with his arm draped over you at juuust the right spot, one found through MUCH trial and error and many complaints about his forearm digging into your ribs. This was perfect...and you sighed comfortably, your ears lowering as you heard Keigo shift, slipping his arm through the slot in the special pillow you’d asked support to make for you. This way his arm didn’t go numb and you got to have a nice pillow to sleep on.

Despite being heroes, you both were still human and there were limits to what you could tolerate. Comfort was a necessity when it came to your lives, and needless to say, you two had cuddling down to an -art-. 

“And can I also say that I’m not a religious man by any stretch of the word, but I thank whatever deity is listening that you hate wearing sleep pants?” Keigo continued, a little huffing laugh coming from you as you wiggled your tail against his stomach earning a laugh from him as he scooted back just a bit to avoid the attack.

“H-hey! I’m just being honest!” He whined, and you smirked over your shoulder at him as you grabbed the small remote on the bed and tapped it, turning the lights off and dropping the both of you into darkness.

“I know you are Keigo~ That’s one of the things I love about you..” You murmured softly, feeling him tense just a little before he smiled and hummed his agreement into your hair.

“Yeah? What else do you love about me?” he asked, his voice soft next to your ear.

“Hmmm well one of them is poking me in the butt.” You snickered, earning an embarrassed huff from him.

“Well that guy has a mind of his own, I’m not apologizing. He knows quality when he sees it.” Keigo snarked, smiling into your hair.

“Oh does he?” You smirked as you closed your eyes. “I love your heart...your laugh. How you absolutely suck at making pancakes.” The offended scoff that followed only made your smirk curl to a smile.

“I love how you complete me…I’d go on, but we did say we needed some sleep and if I don’t stop there we’ll be here until the sun comes up.” You sighed softly and you didn’t miss the slight tightening of his arm and wing around you.

“Aw honeybun, you’re gonna make me all sappy…” He pressed a kiss to the side of your neck, his eyes closing as he lingered there. “We complete each other y’know? You’re my missing piece...what made all this shit mean something again..” A deep breath and a sigh against your skin and he shifted, getting a bit more comfortable. “Sleep tight (y/n), I love you…”

“G’night Keigo..I love you too..”

Taking a deep breath, you sighed it out, Keigo’s warmth and his soft breathing against your ear combined with the steady hum of the fan and the quiet murmur of the city outside your window was your lullaby, pulling you comfortably into a deep sleep. The smile on your face never slipped away as you rested there...after all...you had some morning exercise to look forward to with your best partner~

Love...trust...

It was what held your relationship together through all of the nonsense that was going on in your lives. You knew of course about the league of villains, about what he had to do. Those big ears of yours weren’t just for show...and you still remember the fear on his face when you had told him about what you had known.

You had been on your patrol, (h/n) and Hawks, him in the air, you along the ground, but the two of you had settled on the roof of an abandoned warehouse for a break as the sun began to dip past the buildings. Moving to sit on the edge of the roof, you sighed and laid back on it, letting the wind ruffle your hair and the fur of your ears before you broke the silence.

“Hey Hawks?” “What’s up (h/n)?” “I’ve got a hypothetical for you.”

“Ooohoho? I do love a good hypothetical~ hit me.”

“So! Hypothetically, if someone finds out that someone they love is going deep undercover and having to do something that is diametrically opposed to what they stand for in order to protect the greater good. What do you think that someone would do?” 

Your eyes had met and Hawks had an absolutely unreadable expression on his face, the fear in those topazine eyes and how he had frozen to the spot was something you had never seen before. Just like that, the roles had been reversed. The predator had become prey. He had been trembling and you of course had noticed, but your face had stayed calm.

“Well, seems like cat’s got your tongue Feathers, so….I’ll give my answer first and you can say yours.” You hummed, shifting to sit up and letting your legs dangle over the edge of the roof and you kicked them slightly, your ears perked as you admired the sunset which was quickly drenching the city in twilight. 

“I think, that person...if they truly understood their loved one, would know what they have to do is important...and just because they might have to do something bad, doesn’t mean they like it..or that it changes who they are at their heart.” You mused, your fingers coming up to trail your fingers against the feather around your neck. 

“And of course, they would understand that their loved one COULDN’T say anything because...well that kinda defeats the whole purpose of being undercover right?” You looked over your shoulder at him giving a sweet smile and a tilt of your head as you picked up the feather and held it gently to your pulse point. 

“So of course, that person would never say anything...because that would only hurt their loved one and they would just do their best to be there for them and support them when they come back home. What do you think Hawks?”

Hawks continued to stare and then swallowed the dry lump in his throat as he tried to process just what the fuck you just said. You...you knew...how the FUCK did you find out?! His mind was rushing, trying to think of something to say, something to DO...what could he do?! Did Endeavor know that you knew?!

What took him off guard the most though, was the calmness that you looked at him with. Those (e/c) eyes of yours weren’t angry...weren’t betrayed. 

Understanding and love...

That was all they held. 

The feather at your throat, right over where the blood rushed, held such a poignant meaning to him that it nearly brought him to his knees. You knew how dangerous his feathers could be, how if he had to, he could end your life with a thought...and also...your heartbeat. It was calm. No indication of fear, of lying...which meant that you really weren’t going to say anything.

His tight posture slowly dropped and he gave a breathless laugh, his wings giving a slight shake as he adjusted them, his hands slipping into his pockets as he walked to stand next to you on the edge.

“That’s ah...one hell of a hypothetical there honeybun, but yeah...I think you answered it in a shot.” He chuckled, giving a slight scratch at his chin scruff, looking down at you and his shoulders lowering slightly.

“Yeah? Guess I’m getting better at them!” You giggled, lifting the feather to kiss the center of it before letting it dangle down as you stood and began to stretch yourself out. “I think that’s enough of a break hm? Wanna get back to patrolling?” 

“Heh, sure thing~” His voice was the same happy go lucky chirp as always, but those eyes, you could see the relief in them as plainly as his wings. He now had a silent supporter, one who would be there no matter how much blood ended up on his hands and that was something he had never thought he would ever have:

Unconditional love.

[okaywa]

I love your works omg! 🥺 could I request hcs for oikawa , Kuroo and bokuto where their s/o just finished a bunch of school work and they “reward” them 😳 if you get what i’m saying 😂 (smut is all I ask for basically 😳) thank you! ❤️❤️

ddHahah my classes just started so here we gooo 

... wish I had a haikyuu man to reward me lmao 

NSFW BENEATH THE CUT

Oikawa

is first of all one of the neediest boys even though he acts indifferent sometimes (mainly when he’s stressed about volleyball)

but even though everyone says he only cares about volleyball he is actually so attentive and in tune with you

he’s an amazing boyfriend and you can pry that out of my cold dead fingers  

so of course he sees how hard you've been working and is so proud of you for powering through your massive workload 

bc sometimes its easier to get overwhelmed and lost in it 

(this is unnecessary to the request but y’all met in Argentina while you’re  studying abroad and he’s playing in the San Juan club) 

But he’s barely seen you all week :(( stupid exams so he let himself into your apartment after practice to find you passed out in your bed, backpack tossed against the wall 

He smiles softly at the sight, he can't help it, you're just so cute. You're hugging one of your pillows while wearing a sweatshirt of his that he’d left here (on purpose but you didn't have to know that.) He crawls up the bed, careful not to bounce the mattress and leans over you, pressing featherlight kisses against your cheeks and lips. He can tell you're starting to wake up by your little twitches and the scrunch of your eyebrows. 

“Mm, Tooru, when did you get here,” you slur sleepily, shoving aside the pillow to wrap your arms around him instead. 

“Just now, sweetheart,” he murmurs, not letting up on his kisses until you purse your lips for him. 

He kisses you languidly, like the slow build up of the morning tide just a few miles away, until he’s got you pinned to the mattress. His hips grind down on yours, soft gasps shared between the two of you when his tip hits your clit just right. You're still sleepy, despite the sudden arousal that sends sparks through your tummy, so he keeps it relaxed. He captures your lips again, the rutting of his cock against your damp panties steady as to cause a quick buildup of heat in your core. 

“So proud of you, sweet thing,” he sighs into your ear. “Hnn- ah.. you work so hard..”

“Tooru,” you whine, now moving in time with his slow thrusts. 

“Shh-shh, let me take care of you,” he smiles down at you gently, rolling his hips at a new angle so his tip nudges your clit each time. 

You nod weakly, lips parting for his tongue as he guides you to completion. His hips lose their rhythm once you stiffen beneath him, whining as your orgasm finally crests and spreads through your core. Oikawa grunts above you, dropping his forehead against your clavicle while his cock throbs against your ruined panties and he spills into his pants. 

“Love you,” you pant against his hairline. 

“Love you too,” his lips press warmly against your throat. 

Kuroo

probably has just as much work as you but hes clingy so he insists that y'all study together even though your majors are totally different and you're not much help to each other 

He’s the type to shove your papers out of your lap so he can lay his head there, or he just puts his head right on top of them 

just constantly in the way but you love him so its kinda cute 

also I think Kuroo is one of those ppl who barely takes notes, is on his phone the entire lecture, and only studies the night before and somehow still has a 4.0, I hate him (sike)

that or he’s so studious he keeps track of your due dates as well

Yall come back to your shared apartment exhausted but pleased exams are over

“Mm, just one more semester and we graduate,” Kuroo sighs, wrapping you in a tight hug so he can rest his chin on the top of your head. “How do you think you did?”

You laugh into his chest, squeezing your arms around his waist. “I feel good about them, actually.”

Kuroo smiles proudly, ruffling your hair before grabbing your chin to pull you into a kiss. You smile against his lips, humming when his fingers start to play with the hem of your shirt mischievously. 

“Tetsuuu,” you whine when he tugs insistently. “We just got home...”

“I knowww,” he mimics, slowly walking you backwards until your knees hit the back of the couch. “But I want to show my pretty girl how proud I am of her for getting through these exams.”

Your stomach flutters at the low, sultry drop of his voice. He nips at your ear teasingly before pushing you to sit. 

“As soon as I saw you put this little skirt on this morning,” Kuroo grins, dropping to his knees in front of you. “I’ve been thinking about how much I’d like I hide my head under here and...”

His fingers tease the damp cloth of your panties lightly. “Devour you.”

You whimper as he looks up at you through his lashes, fingers stroking your covered folds more firmly. He cocks his head curiously until you nod desperately, parting your thighs eagerly for him. His smirk widens once he lays his eyes on your ruined panties and he wastes no time pulling them down your legs and shoving them in his pocket. 

Grabbing your thighs, he pulls your butt to the edge of the cushion and drops your calves over his shoulders. He immediately draws his tongue through your soaked folds to tickle at your clit. He moans throatily, murmuring about how delicious you taste before burying his face between your thighs. 

“Haaah- ah! Testu!” 

Kuroo’s tongue immediately licks inside of you, his nose pressed firmly to your clit. Gasping at his fervor, you grasp at his hair, knowing how much he enjoyed having you pull it. His eyes immediately fluttered open, heavily lidded and foggy with lust. Winking up at you, he curls his tongue just right and groans when your thighs lock around his neck. He shakes his head slightly to give your clit just enough stimulation to have you hurdling to a quick orgasm. 

He licks up your slick eagerly, determined to catch every drop but is cut short when you writhe away from the intense overstimulation. He laughs softly, climbing up the couch to smash his lips to yours, shoving his tongue into your mouth so you could taste yourself. 

“Mm, let’s go to the bedroom,” he rumbles, nibbling at your bottom lip.

Bokuto

He is so damn proud of you it’s adorable 

He’s been gushing for the past week and a half to his teammates about how smart his girlfriend is 

He’s a little bummed you haven't been able to pay attention to him but he understands and is happy to just watch you study

So when you finally get home from your last exam he pounces on you

Scoops you up and brings you to the bedroom immediately 

“Kou!” You laugh into the crook of his neck, squeaking when he suddenly drops you on the bed. 

“I've missed you so much,” Bokuto clambers on top of you. “Been driving me crazy with how busy you’ve been.” 

“I know, handsome,” you frown sympathetically, bushing your fingers through his wild hair. 

“I’m so proud of you though,” he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. “Fuck, you're so smart. Pretty sure Atsumu was ready to throw a ball at my head because I wouldn’t shut up about you.”

He settles on top of you, kissing a wet trail up to your jaw. Your hands are gliding up his back muscles and grabbing at his broad shoulders. 

“Kou... I need you to-” you're cut off by his lips on yours. 

“I know, baby, I got you,” his rough hands shove your pants down so you can kick them off. “How about I make you cum for each of your exams, hm? I think that’s a good reward for all your hard work.”

“Please,” you whimper, needing him to release all of the stress that had built up. 

“How many was it, baby?” He asks while pulling his shirt over his head. 

“Six,” you take in his toned chest and defined abs hungrily. 

“Six orgasms it is,” he grins, pulling your own shirt off. 

Within seconds he’s knuckles deep inside you, groaning about how ready you always are for him. He pumps and curls his fingers perfectly, thumbing at your clit until you’re cumming all over his hand.

His cock is always a delicious mix of a burning stretch and a sensation of fullness. Bokuto’s cock was thick and long, his head dragging along your g-spot with each of his rolling thrusts. Your walls suck him in greedily, clenching so tightly that he’s whining against your lips. 

“So wound up, aren't you?” He pants. “Need me to take the edge off, huh?”

You already have tears in your eyes as you nod, crying out when his fingers find your clit. He ruts his cock into you roughly, gritting out praises until you arch underneath him and cum for a second time. He stops completely, kissing your cheeks gently while you recover.

“Kou...” your eyebrows draw together. “You didn't...?” “Four more times,” he grins, and slowly starts thrusting again.

[ncssian]

A Favor: Part Ten

Nessian Modern AU

Masterlist

warnings: NSFW (!!), light abuse mention

this chapter is dedicated to the amazing showstopping talented @duskandstarlight for reviewing my writing and helping me successfully edit the sexy times!! she's so cool yall ❤️

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The first thing she notices when she steps inside is the sound of crackling, followed by a warm glow from the living area. The lights are all off, but the fireplace is ablaze.

Nesta’s brows furrow, confused, but then she sees on the couch— “Cassian?”

Cassian’s eyes widen at the sight of her, and he stands quickly from the couch. “Nesta.” He’s breathless. Like he ran a great distance to get here.

Nesta is worried that she had one Jello shot too many. That maybe she’s still in Eris’s car, dozed off and dreaming. She can’t remember falling asleep, though.

“What are you doing here?” she whispers. If she’s too loud, he might disappear.

“I came back.” His hands flex at his sides, and Nesta wishes for the millionth time that she was better at reading emotions, because she’d give anything to understand what’s going across his face right now.

“You’re supposed to be in Velaris for the weekend,” she says dumbly.

“Fuck the weekend. I couldn’t even make it through dinner.” Are his eyes red?

Nesta’s mouth opens and closes, and she turns toward the burning fireplace. Weirdly enough, she’s grateful for the lack of lights. She can’t see the depth of Cassian’s expression under the firelight alone, and he can’t see hers.

“Why?” is all she can say.

“I…” He scrubs a hand through his hair and blows out a harsh breath. “Shit, we promised we would take things slow just a few days ago.” He laughs derisively. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Nesta’s head swivels to Cassian, eyes focused on him in that intense way of hers. “Tell me. I want to know what you were thinking.”

He drops his head, staring at his shoes. “I missed you,” he says lowly. “Even though I knew you were doing perfectly fine without me, I drove all the way back here like an idiot because I wanted to see you.”

Nesta’s throat tightens the longer she stares at Cassian; it’s getting hard to breathe.

Cassian clears his throat in the silence, attempting to sound lighthearted. “So, that’s how I’m doing. What about you?”

“I had fun,” Nesta says, somewhat quiet.

“I saw.” He tries to smile. “You looked so happy in that picture. It made me happy.”

He’s telling the truth and lying at the same time, Nesta can tell. “I felt weird tonight, too,” she admits, swallowing. “Happy, but… lacking."

Cassian looks up at that.

“I’m really glad you came back,” she whispers. “I missed you too.”

“Nesta,” he breathes.

She takes a step closer to him. “I didn’t want to be clingy. Tell me if I’m being clingy.”

He shakes his head quickly.

“I don’t think you should leave me alone again,” she says into the dim glow of the room. "Not for a while, at least."

"I'm thinking the same thing."

He's right in front of her now, just inches away. She swallows; when did he get so close?

"If you want me to stop, I need to know now," Cassian says, voice low. His hands hover in the air between them, like he has to physically restrain himself from reaching out and touching her. "Because in a minute I won't remember why we agreed to take this slow."

All the air leaves Nesta's lungs in a straight whoosh. "I already forgot."

This kiss happens faster than the last one, but is somehow still slow— Nesta doesn't know which one of them moves first. All she knows is that one moment she's a lone figure, and the next she's joined with Cassian, his arms being the only thing still holding her upright.

He wasn't lying when he said he missed her, she finds out quickly. He kisses her with a drawn-out desperation that makes her head spin, using the distraction to ease her out of her coat and drop it to the floor. He pulls back for a sharp breath, only to take a look at her. "I can't believe I missed seeing you in a dress."

"I have more, we can look at them later," Nesta assures, her hands already reaching to tear the dress up and off of her. Cassian's hands catch hers at the last moment. "Easy, baby." He laces his fingers through hers. "I'm not going anywhere."

He pulls her in for another kiss before she can even process how much she likes the word baby. She latches onto his promise the way she latches onto his lips, like the string of a balloon about to fly away from her. He's not going anywhere. Not even to the next room.

The next minutes are the gentlest battle of wills Nesta has ever fought: every time she tries to speed things up, Cassian grounds her with his hands and mouth and towering form. When she becomes too impatient and reaches for the button of Cassian's jeans between kisses, he sweeps her right into his arms, forcing her legs to wrap around his waist and her arms to cling to his neck. His own hands slip right under her skirt, straight to her ass and squeezing.

The new angle presses her center firmly against his hard length, and she greedily accepts the simple pleasure he grants her with a choked gasp. "Can we please—"

"Don't rush this," Cassian murmurs into the underside of her jaw, walking them to the stairs. He stops to press her into the banister, rubbing his hips lazily into Nesta's. "I've waited a long time for you. Now it's your turn to wait." He bites down on a soft spot of skin.

This is real, Nesta finally realizes. This melting heat turning her limbs into jelly— it's not her mind wandering off to involuntary thoughts about Cassian's dick. The kind of thoughts that have her pinching her wrist hard enough to hurt. No, this is infinitely better than any three a.m. fantasy she's had so far.

He's carrying them upstairs now, but Nesta barely notices with how she's clasping his face, demanding all of his attention with her hungry kisses. It's a wonder they both don't topple down the steps with how starved she is for him.

How long has this need been building up in her? She doesn't want to know, even as the ache between her legs intensifies and she's eased onto a mattress. Blinking, she notices they're in Cassian's room. She hasn't been here since that night she was sick, and even then she didn't get a good look at the place through her haze of pain.

It's decorated with art and personal photos, big enough to carry a fireplace and a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows. Her own room isn't half as nice. "You've been holding back from me," she accuses.

Cassian looks up from where he's kneeling between Nesta's legs at the foot of the bed, realizing that she's talking about the room. "Why?" he smirks. "You looking to move in?"

As if she can even consider such a thing right now when she's seconds away from combusting.

Like he knows exactly how she feels, Cassian pushes the hem of her black dress up until it bunches around her waist, leaving her painfully exposed. His eyes glaze over at the sight of her plain gray panties, narrowing on the darker damp spot over her slit. A predatory look crosses his face, one that makes goosebumps pebble along her thighs. He tugs her even closer.

"Cassian..."

It's too late for whatever Nesta is about to say, because Cassian isn't listening anymore. Leaning forward, he noses at her clothed crotch, placing a slow kiss on the wet fabric of her underwear before dragging it off entirely and tossing it aside.

Nesta gasps and squirms when he pulls her legs firmly over his shoulders. "Um," she tries to say, "I don't really have a great history of getting off to oral—"

She's interrupted by a long lick up her center, from the wetness pooling at her entrance to the tip of her clit. Her hips jerk involuntarily, and then Cassian is outright feasting on her, all his words of patience suddenly as meaningless as a snapped leash.

Nesta's head falls back against the mattress with both overwhelming pleasure and unexpected surprise. Getting eaten out has never done much for her in the past— most of the time she just ended up wet and frustrated, and not at all in a good way. She believed coming on someone's tongue was an activity best reserved for her romance novel heroines, never herself.

So when her legs start trembling around Cassian's head after not even a minute of calculated licking and openmouthed kissing—

"Oh— ah," Nesta stammers, hands fisted desperately in the bedsheets since she doesn't know where else to put them. The only thing stopping her from rubbing herself all over Cassian's face are his broad hands, pinning her firmly in place while he gives her what he wants.

His deep groan rumbles through her heated core, right down to her bloodstream. "There's no fucking way," he says against her folds, shaking his head. "Your fucking taste—"

At the same time his hands find hers, interlacing their fingers together, his lips wrap around her swollen clit, sucking hard.

A breathy whimper tears out of Nesta's throat as she's thrown into release, every last nerve in her body shot through with electric pleasure. Cassian keeps licking and toying at her folds, until she can feel the overstimulation all the way down to the arches of her feet. It's only then that she tries to squirm away, feeling too much at once.

Cassian relents, wiping his mouth with the back of a hand, but the dark glint in his eyes says he has a new objective. "Aren't you glad you waited?" he rasps as he stands.

In Nesta's haze, she feels a tug of fabric, and then her dress is being pulled over her head. She can't remember if the bra she's wearing is a particularly sexy one, but before she can lift her head to check, it's being flung to the other side of the room to join the rest of her clothes. She doesn't even shiver, but sits up so she can grab at Cassian, any part of him—

He tries to catch her wrists before she can tear his clothes off, but Nesta isn't having any more of his waiting. Her hands dive under the hem of his sweater, his bare skin burning hot to the touch with arousal, and then he's shirtless. Her eyes rapidly skim over his scattered tattoos, not sure which one she wants to take in first as she fumbles with his pants.

"I'm going to learn all of you by the end of the night," she threatens, her focus catching on a pattern of thick black lines inked onto his ribs.

Cassian huffs a laugh at that, but the sound turns strangled when Nesta slips her hand into his jeans, palming him through his boxer briefs. He's— larger than she expected, but whatever apprehension she has quickly turns into nailbiting anticipation. This is real, she thinks for the hundredth time that night.

"You're one to talk," Cassian breathes as he lets Nesta rub and squeeze at him. He catches her slim wrist in his large hand, pulling it away from his cock despite her whine of disappointment. "I've been wanting to learn about you from day one."

His eyes narrow on a spot beneath her left tit, and he reaches out to brush the small mole there. "How many more of these do you have hidden?"

"You'll have to find them."

Cassian's gaze darkens, and Nesta can nearly feel time slowing down around them as he regains control of the pace, the tempo. Leaning forward with predatory intent, he crowds her until her back is once again pressed into the mattress. She shudders with expectation, her legs unconsciously parting wider around him. He bends his head until his breath fans over that mole, his lips about to brush it—

At the last moment, he pulls away, standing off the bed to strip the rest of his clothes off. Nesta scrambles onto her elbows, stretching her neck to get a look at his erect cock as it springs out, a furious shade of red.

She swallows roughly at the sight.

Cassian doesn't bother hiding his satisfaction at the look on her face. "Maybe it's for the best that I didn't know how much you wanted me earlier. I don't think my ego could have handled it."

"I..." Nothing comes to her mind for a witty comeback. She must look struck stupid, because Cassian chuckles, "Okay, my ego definitely can't handle it." He tugs at her legs so her elbows collapse beneath her.

Before they can do anything else, he seems to remember: "Condom."

Nesta shakes her head rapidly, unwilling— or unable— to give up even a second of the time between them. "I'm not on birth control for nothing."

Technically, she's on birth control to regulate her periods, but this is definitely an unexpected benefit.

Cassian's answering grin is both cocky and reverent before he moves. And as he crawls over her body, it strikes Nesta how far she's come to reach this place— this haven of warmth and safety. Because the last time she was in this position, she couldn't have imagined ever being able to feel like this. She never thought she could find or earn the adoration that shines in Cassian's eyes before he buries his face in her neck.

There's a kindness in his touch that takes her breath away.

"I think I fell asleep on the couch earlier," he whispers into the crook of her neck. "I think I'm dreaming right now, and I don't know how far I can take this without waking up."

Before Nesta can show him how decidedly awake they both are, her entire body freezes up as his roaming hands near the soft flesh of her sides. Muscle memory makes her abdomen clench in defense, and Cassian stills instantly, pulling away to look her in the eyes.

No, no, no! This is not the time for her body to overreact, not when she's so close to everything she's been wanting, needing for weeks. And still, her hands fly to grasp Cassian's wrists at her sides.

"Nesta?" His calloused fingers scrape against her skin, so different from Tomas's hands when they touched her. She shuts her eyes and takes a breath, trying to force herself back to that heartdropping state of arousal.

"Just—give me a moment," she promises. Her body is awake in anticipation, not of a good fucking but of being pinched and bruised blue.

"Nesta," Cassian says again, lower now. There's a hint of warning in his voice, but it's not directed at her.

She peeks open her eyes. Cassian looks deadly serious above her, and he peels his hands away from her sides to place them on the mattress instead. "What's wrong."

She clambers for something to say that won't completely kill the mood. "I'm ticklish?"

He isn't buying it, scanning her face intently for the truth instead.

It's not that Nesta doesn't want to tell him. It's that she doesn't want to tell him now, when she's already learned what an orgasm from Cassian feels like and she's been promised another one.

No way in hell will her ex-boyfriend get in the way of her first hookup since she left him. The unjustness of it ignites a frustration in her that burns away any lingering anxiety.

She places her hands on Cassian's, bringing them firmly back to her sides. Softly, she tilts her head up to peck his lips and whisper against his mouth, "You still have time to learn everything about me. I'll teach you myself. But right now..."

Her hand snakes down his hard abdomen, finding his thick length and squeezing. "I want to be fucked."

This truth, Cassian believes.

"I'll hold you to that promise," he warns before he dips his head, taking a pink nipple into his mouth and suckling hard. Nesta's damn eyes roll back at the perfection of this scene, this sensation that goes beyond physical pleasure, as he releases her nipple with a pop. "I'll learn everything." Not just her body, but her secrets, her soul, the way she breathes and feels and thinks.

What a terrifying vulnerability, yet her core tightens at the thought of it.

Cassian slips his hands beneath Nesta's thighs, supporting her as his cock finally, finally settles between her legs, pressing insistently against her slick entrance.

Nesta can't describe the sound she makes when he finally pushes into her, the luxurious stretch snapping an emotional cord in her. In Cassian, too, from the way he has to bow his head for a moment, his face pressed into her chest as they both catch their breaths.

After a long moment, he begins to move inside her at a steady pace that nearly makes her keen. Nesta can only let him grind her into the mattress, let him explore and play and touch while she writhes beneath him, head spinning so fast she's on the verge of blacking out. She couldn't have predicted such— closeness.

Clenching tight enough around his cock to make him swear, Nesta attaches her lips to the line of a compass tattoo on Cassian's bicep, shutting her eyes against the intensity of his gaze.

"Can't believe I don't have to pretend not to be obsessed with these anymore," Cassian rasps, palming a full breast. He rolls his thumb over her stiff nipple in fascination.

"As if you ever hid it," Nesta grits out, shuddering beneath him. She swallows down the obscene sounds rising up her throat. Not that it matters— her desperate panting seems to be doing more for Cassian than loud moans ever could. Raw tension laces his body as he pumps harder into her.

His thrusts hit so close to a spot she didn't know existed before now, awakening a greedy new ache—

"Lift your hips for me, baby." As if he can read her mind. Nesta arches her hips off the bed on instinct, allowing Cassian the angle to slide deeper than she thought possible, to grind against that sensitive patch of skin and fill her completely.

Holy shit. She doesn't know if she says the words aloud or not, because her face is pressed into the sweat-dampened pillow, eyes fluttering rapidly as she withstands this new immense pleasure.

Cassian's low moan tells her he knows how she feels. She's so close.

"Look at me, Nesta," he demands.

Nesta shakes her head fiercely into the pillowcase, unwilling to meet his gaze when she's strung up this tight. She might explode if she even breathes wrong.

"Open your eyes," he orders more urgently this time. His hand finds her face, forcing her to turn to him. She gasps at the next thrust, her eyes flying open to meet Cassian's dark hazel ones. The way he's looking at her—

He rubs a thumb down her cheek. "Beautiful."

She isn't prepared for the intensity of the release that barrels through her. She isn't aware of the sounds she makes as she clenches repeatedly around Cassian, hands scrabbling for a way out of this neverending rapture. It's too much, more than she can handle, and she can't—

Cassian clutches Nesta like a lifeline, his hips picking up speed. Through the last ebbs of her climax, Nesta winds her fingers through his hair, bringing him down for a final kiss. She holds him tight as he spills inside her, groaning desperately into her mouth.

Later, when dopamine floods her system and her muscles turn numb with relaxation, Nesta will think that there's a word for how she's feeling right now. She won't know what it is, though.

***

Cassian can't help but be proud of himself for keeping his cool. For not coming within five seconds of getting Nesta in his arms and around his cock, but also for not blurting anything embarrassingly vulnerable during their first time together. Or their second and third times.

Nesta isn't great with vulnerability, even now. But he's watching her try to grow comfortable with it as she traces one of his tattoos, her naked body propped half on top of his.

"I usually hate tattoos," she murmurs softly, almost to herself. "I cringe every time Feyre gets a new one. But these are nice."

Cassian glances down to where her finger points at the elaborate phoenix tattoo on his pectoral. "What do you like about them?" he asks. With Nesta, there's always a reason.

"I like their placement." She trails that finger down his chest with studious focus. "I like the dark lines; it reminds me of my coloring books." Her finger stops on a Celtic knot on the side of his ribs. "Overall, very aesthetically pleasing."

He chuckles. "Thank you for the stellar review."

She glances up at him then, those blue-gray eyes even more arresting now than the first time he saw them. He's never understood how they can be the same color as Feyre's yet so different.

"I still can't believe you walked out in the middle of Thanksgiving dinner to be here," she whispers. "What will your friends say?"

Cassian’s arm tightens around her. He's still not sure of the answer to that question. His phone blew up with so many texts and calls on the drive here that at one point he just turned it off, but he'll still have to come up with some believable excuse for his behavior.

He tries to find an answer to Nesta's question.

"I’ve known most of those guys for fifteen years," he finally says, "and I’ve only had you for a couple of months. I wanted more time with you." It's the best reasoning he can provide right now.

“Maybe I should feel bad.” He stares up at the ceiling. “But I just can’t.”

Nesta hums in thought. "You must really like me."

Cassian swallows. "Yeah. I do."

"You have for a long time, according to your words." She rests her chin on the crook of his shoulder and looks up at him. "How long? Since I first moved in?"

He thinks back to that fateful night, Nesta standing rainsoaked in his foyer with wary eyes. A turning point in his life, yes, but there was a night before that.

"Do you remember our first meeting?"

The overpriced restaurant that Feyre chose to introduce her blood family to her chosen family. The dim lighting that glanced off the silver pins in Nesta's hair, and her solemn stare as she inspected Cassian and his friends in her detached way.

Her eyes narrow, but she nods.

"I noticed you before I even noticed Feyre or Rhys," Cassian says. "You just... demanded attention. You never gave it, though. I spent all night being louder than usual, sneaking looks at you, but I couldn't even get a second glance in return."

Nesta's mouth tightens. "And what then?"

"The night ended. I forgot about you and moved on." She was like a shooting star: fascinating and beautiful for the brief moment she passed through his life, but quickly dismissed afterward. That initial impression of Nesta faded so much over the years that when Cassian finally reunited with her in his cabin, he was shocked by the magnitude of her existence all over again.

Nesta stays quiet, thinking. "You did get my attention," she finally says.

Cassian's brows raise, but she continues, "I thought you were too loud, too absorbed in your own friends to ever be worth having a conversation with. But I was just being snooty and... jealous." She looks down at the planes of his brown skin. "If I wasn't busy being comfortable in my role as social outcast, I would have thought you were kind. You looked like you wouldn't mind being my friend— that's why I noticed you. But you weren't my friend, and you couldn't be, and that's why I made myself look down on you."

Her eyes glitter when they dart back up to him, and her hand starts absentmindedly tracing another tattoo. "I do that sometimes," she murmurs. "Build a whole relationship in my head with someone I've just met, and then get mad when it isn't reality."

Cassian pulls a strand of hair back from her face. "That's called wanting to make friends, Nes. It's just that that part is usually followed by, you know, actually making friends."

She pouts adorably. "That's the part I suck at."

He can't help it. He leans forward and kisses the little beauty mark at the corner of Nesta's mouth, the mark that nearly received more attention than her lips tonight. Memories of the rest of the moles scattered along Nesta's body flood Cassian: her shoulder blade, her ribs, below her ass cheek, and that damn spot on her thigh he's been eyeing since week one. He's tasted every single one of them several times by now.

"You finally did it," he says against her mouth. "You got me as your friend and more, and now you have all those guys from school, too. You can get whatever the hell you want when you aren't holding yourself back."

She rolls her eyes, but evidence of a smile pulls at her lips. "Save the motivational speeches for my therapist."

Another thing Cassian is eternally proud of: Nesta finding a professional she's comfortable with and having her first session coming up soon.

"And what do you want?" she asks before his thoughts can trail off.

He blinks up at her. "Hm?"

She shifts on top of him to face him better. "We're always talking about my feelings and wants and needs. I don't think I've ever learned about what you want."

What does he want? He opens his mouth, but doesn't know how to answer. Shit, he's never had to answer that question. He's never been asked it.

"Take your time," Nesta assures him after a moment of silence. She's not being sarcastic.

He inhales the scent of her hair, thinking.

"You know," he finally says, "I'm always talking with my friends, and I always leave the conversation feeling like I didn't say a thing that was worth anything. Nothing serious, nothing weighty, nothing thoughtful. And it's not a bad thing, technically, but sometimes I just want to have a real conversation with them. Like the ones I have with you."

He doesn't know when he and Nesta started having those types of conversations. Maybe they fell seamlessly into it: she would ask him how to interpret different tones over text, and he would ask her about whatever legal concept or romance novel she was currently obsessed with. The topic didn't have to be serious, as long as their words were. It was the flawless exchange of intelligence, ideas, and opinions that he wasn't even aware he craved.

"What else do you want?" she says.

To not be relegated to comedic relief all the time. To be chosen first.

He boops her nose. "You've ruined me. I have everything I want now."

Nesta sneers down at him. "God, you're predictable." She's about to push off his chest when he pulls her back in, rolling them over so they're on their sides.

He tucks her head under his chin. "Nesta?"

"Hm."

"We're not gonna backpedal after this, right?"

She sighs into the crook of his neck. "No. We like each other. You're my boyfriend now." She says it like she's telling him the time or the weather.

Into her hair, Cassian starts to smile, any lingering doubts at once assuaged.

Some things you just know instantly, like how Cassian knew the minute he met Mor that they would be friends for life, or how he knew Feyre wouldn't have any trouble fitting into his family. Like how he knows now that he loves Nesta, even if he can't tell her just yet. He'll just have to keep pretending he only likes her.

***

a/n: the tattoo artist that designed the new acotar covers has some sick work so a lot of cassian's tattoos are based off their art (but smaller) :)

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[whosjunglejim4322]

Warnings: werewolf!au if u couldn’t tell, size kink, fingering, hints towards switch xuxi, big wolf boy in luv, reader is on the pill theoretically, mentions of yukhei being insecure, yall in love btw it’s sappy, he cums inside you

Werewolf Yukhei never thought that a person, a human of all creatures, could make him feel so delicate. Your hands are indescribably soft as they cup his warm face, your mouth concise and rythmic with each brush of your lips against his.

It's shockingly easy to be this way with you, the two of you lying together on his couch like a pair of tangled roots, his head just slightly lower than yours as he wraps his strong arms around you further.

He's always been too big, in height and stature. His lumbering limbs have always carried him with a sort of saunter, and though his face may be pretty, once people found out he was part wolf their adoration always fizzled into condemnation.

But you, you.

As someone who had coexisted with shapeshifters nearly all of your life, with close family friends ranging from Werewolves- like him - to Vampires, and even some Fae, he shouldn't have been surprised when you treated him as though he was no different than anyone else you'd ever interacted with.

He still remembers the first time he kissed you, in his car after the sun had already decided to rest and give the stars a chance to say hello to the onyx sky. He had wanted to do it all night, the need becoming an overwhelming knot in the pit of his abdomen.

He and his wolf alike were struck with the immediate sensation of buzzing all throughout his veins, and when he pulled away, he could see the reflection of his topaz orbs in your eyes, glowing.

He almost immediately covered his face, head in hands as he began to furiously rub at his sockets, willing the fire to go out behind his irises. He had almost seemed angry at himself, borderline disgusted and then your hands were gripping his wrists with a softness he had never experienced- you said his name as if it were something to be admired.

Something in him had felt defenseless, like he couldn't bear to pull away from you and see the sad pout that would surely form on your pretty lips.

"It's okay, hey," you brought one hand to his sullen face, soft fingers tilting his his chin towards you. "Open your eyes, it's okay Xuxi."

And he believed you, wholeheartedly. He didn't know why but he didn't care to argue, not when you used such a fond nickname without even a second thought, not when he felt so safe to be himself with you.

So he opened his eyes, not having to see them to know they were still illuminated in the darkness of his car. And your expression, fuck, it made his chest ache.

You inclined yourself towards him as if your body had no other choice, like it was second nature to want to be close to him, to be so enraptured. Your thumbs ever so gently had swept the area underneath his eyes, moving to the highpoints of his cheeks as you sat in awe.

"They're so...they're so pretty, like fireflies in the summer. They remind me of home."

He doesn't think he'll ever forget that. The safety he feels in your arms, like right now, it makes it easy for him to pretend like the world doesn't see him as this illusive predator shifter. Like he's just Yukhei.

You kiss him like he's the only person you've ever wanted, which isn't far from the truth considering the way he never ceases to take your breath away. There is a reverence between you two, and you find yourself kissing him with a bit more fervour as you relish in the fact that you get to hold him so close.

He picks up on the slight change in pace as quickly and as naturally as expected, one of his long legs lifting before he drapes it over your waist. He just needs you closer.

His plush mouth falters for a second, as he pulls away just enough to look up into your half lidded eyes. "Too heavy?" He asks, the rough timber of his voice sending more jolts of heat than necessary, through your abdomen.

"N-no." You hope he can sense that your shakiness is due to the flurry of emotions coursing through you, and not because of uncertainty. The corner of his mouth twitches upwards in amusement and fondess, silently answering your question.

Your lips find each other again as your hand grips the meat of his thigh, absentmindedly rubbing the area and reveling in the way his muscles twitch underneath the fabric of his basketball shorts. 

This small action has him accidentally groaning into your mouth, long fingers finding the softness of your hips as he pulls you as close as the space will allow.

You don't miss the feel of his stiff erection against your belly, or the way his wet tongue has become more curious as to how your mouth tastes. When your hands wander further up the expanse his lithe body and discover a searing hot patch of skin that has been exposed due to his shirt lifting, your fingers are quick to explore further.

It's not like you did it on purpose, ever so slightly raking the blunt of your nails up his side before exploring the firm, lean surface of his abdomen- it's just as much of a natural urge as it is for him to be rutting against you, like he is now.

You're sure you heard a growl rumble in his throat, and you're elated to see that he's just as worked up as you are- enough to not even notice and have time to scold himself.

For a second, your eyes meet, noses still touching and kiss bitten lips only a few inches apart as you catch your breath.

This time, a ruby set of irises stare back at you, and you know enough about his kind to recognize that this is either due to hunger, lust, or anger. And since you're almost certain he's not angry, and also know that werewolves rarely ever get hungry for prey while they're in human form, the last option is as clear as the obvious lust that is decorating his bronze features.

And so you kiss him again, hard.

He isn't as controlled as he was before, not scared to give in to his hormones or the desires that have him struggling to remain fully here. He's just so captivated by you, the sweet yet ambrosial scent that clings to your skin, the way your body perfectly curls against his.

He can smell your intoxicating arousal as it leaks into your panties, cock jerking in his shorts as you both explore eachothers skin underneath your clothing. He feels the thunderous beat of your heart against his own broad chest, along with the hardening bud of your nipples through your shirt.

"I want you...want you to be mine." He's breathless, which is hard to believe given his supernatural state, but he can't seem to speak in complete sentences. The energy between you two feels as if it's about to burst and ignite a flame. You feel it all over your body.

His raven hair is mussed by this point, skin hotter than a furnace damn near, eyes glossy. Something in you knows that he's not just talking about sex, the way he's looking at you.

His dick is pulsing against you, massive, inviting hands wandering your body as yours are his - but he speaks like he can't bear to let you go.

You quickly wrap your hands around the nape of his neck, soft hair tickling your fingertips as you bring him back in for another passionate kiss, his body shifting as he finds himself crawling on top of you.

The position switch makes it even harder for him, you're so soft, so beautiful as you gaze up at him and paw at his broad shoulders.

Your thighs are open and wrapped around his trim middle, the feeling of his dick against your center all the more tantalizing this way. It doesn't help when he does that thing where he ever so slightly- but purposefully- grinds his hips into yours as if he knows exactly where you need it. You almost forget you're both still clothed.

"You can have me, you know...I want you too." And it's the truth, you've never felt like this, he's so rare, so beautifully unaware and you want him in every way there is to want someone.

His eyes are back to his natural deep shade of chocolate brown, earnest in their surprise and incredulity.

"You really mean it?" You almost laugh in disbelief, wondering how someone like him can be so oblivious to your wide eyes of astonishment everytime you so much as glance at him.

But you know it's not because of his appearance, no, he's aware of how people look at him, how they naturally seem to gawk and wonder how a person can be unnaturally exquisite.

Still, you remind him. "Yes, of course you silly, silly boy."

And you're breathless again, his deft fingers moving down between your bodies to slip underneath the waistband of your leggings, swiftly pulling them off in an inhumanly fast motion.

Your compliance is immediate, a whine slipping past your lips as cool air breezes against your center, your hands clawing at his loose tee shirt in a haphazard attempt to remove it.

He reluctantly pulls his mouth away from yours to sit back on his haunches, lifting his lithe arms behind his back to pull the garment off of his body.

You're not prepared for the way your belly swirls with a new, overwhelming sense of lust at the sight of him so bare. He's warm, and firm yet smooth and inviting- you almost don't register the fact that he's too distracted to notice your reaction.

Not until you feel the warm pad of his thumb rub your swollen clit, both of you realizing, together, that you decided to forgo underwear.

He's got his free hand grasping the inside of your left thigh, holding it open as he practically salivates at the sight of you.

It's too much, for the both of you. There's so many sensations sending your nerves haywire, every inch of your skin tingling with warmth and desire. He can't believe you're so pretty, and his, and the awestruck, hungry expression that's on his face is what prompts you to reach out and grasp his sturdy hips.

"Please fuck me, Yukhei," he's pulled out from a trance into a new one, his eyes catching sight of the agonizing need inside of yours. "want you really bad."

It's unfair, the way he slips two of his long, delicate fingers inside of your aching heat as he leans down to kiss you like a man starved.

You moan properly, and loudly this time, the compelling sound sending him into overdrive as you find yourself suddenly being fucked by his fingers at a near bruising pace.

Even so, he knows what he's doing, and you have to grip onto his daunting shoulders for dear life while he curls the dexterous digits inside of you, touching your cervix and nudging your sweet spot.

He revels in it, the way you look like you're falling apart. His skin blazes to a new temperature and you're leaking onto him like a sweet dessert, soaking his palms. He can't help but to groan.

"Gotta get you ready if you're gonna take my dick."

The words alone leave you clutching after his thick forearm as he pumps into you, slowing his minisrations out of fear that his words might send you over the edge. He doesn't even mean to sound so filthy, at first. Until he realizes how quickly it almost made you lose it.

"Please, please give it to me now."

He sees how badly you need it, can feel it in the form of slick between his knuckles, and if he's honest he's not sure how he's lasted this long either- so he bashfully slips his fingers out of you and pulls his shorts past his knees, not patient enough to get them all the way down.

You see now why he needed to insert his fingers first. He's big. Long, a girth that would be painful if it were any more than what it is. But nonetheless, it's pretty, like the rest of him. The tip is the same, deep muave of his lips, and you reach out for it, needing to touch him as intimately as he has touched you.

He shudders, entire body twitching in pleasure as you wrap your hand around him. Your hand is so much softer than his, and he whines, a sound that has you clenching around nothing. His expression is one that you wish you could photograph just to relive the memory over and over on days when you two aren't together.

"Want me to fuck you now, baby?" You nod fervently, cheeks blazing at the nickname and the softness in which he speaks it. His eyes seem to light up as he leans down to kiss you, allowing himself to absorb every detail of the moment, not wanting to miss even a second.

As soon as his tip passes your entrance, you both know you're fucked. It feels too good, too fast, the stretch is intense but seems to add to the stimulation since your wetness makes the insert easy.

When he bottoms out, he forces himself to stay still for a moment as he holds himself up by his forearms, his face shoved in the crook of your shoulder, lips on your throat.

You feel him pulsing inside of you, and you purposely squeeze your walls around his thick length, whimpering in his ear.

"Please, please move Xuxi."

He doesn't make you wait another minute, sliding himself almost all the way out before pistoning himself back in, jolting you in the process.

He starts his pace, and you're not sure how long you're going to last with the way he's moving, like his hips are speaking to you in some other language all together. He's magnetic, curling his pelvis upwards each time he thrusts back into your sopping entrance.

"Fuuuuck, I'm all the way up there baby." He groans in astonishment, though it's like everytime he speaks your body reacts automatically.

You wrap your arms around his familiar shoulders and hike your thighs up further, prompting him to slip his hands underneath your knees and hold you like this, the position allowing him to fuck you with a new depth.

He refuses to move his mouth away from you still, his messy hair tickling your forehead as your mouths move with fervour.

The sounds in the room are lewd, the collision of your hips and his thick cock slipping in and out of your entrance, along with the smacking of your lips. It's hard to believe that it's all really happening.

"You feel-oh fuck you feel s-so good."

He falters only for a moment as he pants, losing focus as the sound of your voice sends chillbumps to rise across his skin. He hates that he's so close, trying his best to hold on, but you wrap around him so perfectly. He swears you are made for him.

"Gonna cum soon, I can't hold it." His voice trembles this time, and you cling onto him just as desperately as he clings to you, legs locked around his hips. His cock throbs with the need to release, and the sound of your voice as you whimper doesn't help.

"You're so big, Xuxi." The words tumble freely from your mouth, your tongue not able to be held as you look down in between your bodies to see him dissapearing inside of you.

It's like nothing he's ever felt, its all consuming, and even the wolf inside of him is wondering where in the hell you came from, to swoop him up and dazzle him like you did. He's never felt this type of pleasure before, it romances every nerve in his body, turns him into jelly.

It's when he thrusts at a particular angle and your face contorts into an image of pure bliss, tears of ectasy brimming in your glossy eyes, that he feels the coil in his belly finally unravel.

He stills as his lips part, the tip of his dick nudged against your cervix as he fills you to the brim, twitching as he lets out soft, sporatic moans through each sloppy thrust.

"F-fuck- mmm- oh fuck."

His seed is more abundant than the average human male, spilling from you generously and soaking your thighs. The feeling of being so stuffed along with the realization that he's whole and in your arms and you're both connected like this- it has you spiraling down after him.

You feel a warm tear fall down your cheek, the pleasure taking your breath- and your words- away for what seems like the hundredth time in just a short hour. It courses through your entire body and has your hips bucking slightly, skin sensitive to the touch.

He holds you through it, allows you to rock yourself against his half hard cock as you ride your high, his lips suckling any expanse of skin they can find.

He doesn't dare pull out yet, he's too content like this, and you haven't complained about his weight atop of you yet, so he selfishly allows himself to lie his head against your shoulder - button nose nudging your jaw- as your fingers run through his hair.

His arms wrap around your body like a cocoon, and you've never been so comfortable with somebody like this, the contact making you drunk.

"I always knew, you know." His voice is low and sleepy, his lilt genuine. Your breathing begins to syncronize, your fingertips tracing halfhearted patterns against his warm, soft back.

"What's that, hmm?" You reply, curious and with heavy eyes, heart nearly bursting with the adoration you feel fluttering in the pit of your belly.

He kisses your skin once more, gently, almost featherlight.

"That you'd be the one I fall in love with."

[ichorai]

cellmates ; four ; j.wy

pairing ; jung wooyoung x reader

summary ; stuck in jail after stealing a necklace off the princess, what happens when your new cellmate with an impossible escape plan comes along?

words ; 5.2k

warnings / includes ; medieval fantasy au, blood and grime and death and everything in between, some curse words, future ateez cameos, future suggestive / mature content, cellmates to (future) lovers !!

a/n ; surprise !! here you go stop crying >:( kdjffj jk i hope yall enjoy !!! the plot thickens up quite a bit in this one 👀 ,,, there are also a couple surprises sprinkled here and there :DD to make up for what i did to yall last chapter lol

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As a child, a popular tale you often heard was one depicting a man stranded on an island, throat dry with thirst and stomach void of nourishment. He passed out in exhaustion by the beach, just on the brink of death. But before his soul could fade away, the mermaids took pity on the man of skin-and-bones and brought him underwater, breathing life back into his lungs. He contentedly lived the rest of his life as a merperson.

Although stories like those always had happy endings, they could never really make you smile, unlike how all the other children reacted. What about the people the man cared about when he was on land? Had he just completely forgotten about them to selfishly live an easier life underwater?

The same thoughts ran through your pounding head repeatedly as you dully stared out into the gleaming ocean. From where you were, bound tightly against the main mast, you had a clear view of both the ship’s deck and the waters. You couldn’t really remember how long you’d been tied up… if you could recall correctly, they had only thrown Wooyoung overboard just last night. That felt like an eternity ago. 

All thoughts of mermaids and fairy tales and Wooyoung dissipated from your mind once a pirate stepped into your view. In the daylight, they were far less scary than when you had first encountered them. The pirate had bronzed skin verging on being sunburnt, and sharp eyes of molten gold. A red bandana held his hair out of his leering face, and you noticed a dark branding burn of a sword ran through a skull embedded on his chest, partially covered by his loose tunic.

The man tutted, grabbing your chin between two fingers. It was then that you realized just how tired you were; you hadn’t gotten any sleep, instead spending the night struggling against your bonds and crying after Wooyoung.

“Let me go.” Your voice was so hoarse that it didn’t sound like yours anymore.

The pirate merely grinned and shook his head.

You wracked your brain for a second before spitting out, “Isn’t it bad luck to have a woman onboard? Your ship will sink if you keep me here.”

“Why, you must have nothing but worms between your ears,” He cackled in a sinister manner. “That’s just a silly little myth, sweetheart. Women are more than welcome here.” With those words, he ran his eyes over your tense form. A predator surveying its prey.

Much to your relief, the pirate stepped down. That feeling didn’t last very long, however. Just as he slid back, more pirates filtered into your view, clearly just having woken up to start the day. There were so many eyes on you; some curious, some disinterested, and some boldly staring with unsavory expressions.

“I say we make her do the dirty work,” One with golden teeth chimed. “Scrub the decks, clean the chamber pots.”

“We should toss her overboard. We don’t need another mouth to feed.”

“Keep her tied up there! A pretty thing like her should be on display for everyone to see!”

“We can drop her off at the next port and sell her off as a slave. We could use the extra gold.”

“Awh, don’t you think we should keep her? Ain’t half bad to look at.”

Those were only just a few snippets you could make out in the midst of the tumultuous roaring of the pirates as they yelled their suggestions over each other. They grew progressively louder as more ideas came into mind on what they should do with you. Panic brewed within you, but your limbs were tired and your mind was numb. All you could do was stand and watch.

The pirates immediately quietened once a one-eyed man with a peg leg hobbled out of the navigation room. The soft clunk, clunk, clunk of the wooden leg against the planks was not unsimilar to the rapid thundering of your heartbeat.

This is the captain, you thought. It was obvious, what with the way the pirates shut their mouths tightly and bowed their heads down to their chests. Some even trembled on the spot. If Wooyoung were here, he’d laugh at them.

Oh, how you missed him. 

The captain had a voice of pure silk, a stark contrast to his ragged appearance. In a quietly powerful tone, he stated firmly, “We leave her here until we reach Aurecia. Then we sell her off.” After a tense pause, he sternly added on, “Nobody touches her until then. Aurecians pay well for unspoilt women, so if any of you lot come remotely close to her, I’ll have your heads.”

The diminutive consolation you received from the captain’s commands ebbed away slightly when you thought more about what he was saying. They were going to sell you off as a slave in Aurecia. And if you could recall the map correctly, Aurecia was the opposite direction of Virelis, where you were supposed to be going. To top it all off, Cerulea and Aurecia were trusted allies, and that could mean nothing good for you.

“No!” You suddenly interjected in a croaky voice, throat so dry it felt like you had sandpaper in your mouth. “Please, don’t take me there. I need to go to Virelis. Please, you can sell me there!”

Everybody stared at you in complete befuddlement. The captain gaped at you with one narrowed eye and spat out, “Virelis doesn’t take slaves. Don’t play games with me, girl.”

Out of desperation, pleading words frantically poured out of your mouth before you could stop and hesitate, “Then don’t sell me! I’m useful, I swear!”

“Forgive me if I have difficulty believing you,” The captain said in a bored tone, gesturing to your bleeding, tied up form. 

A frustrated huff escaped you as you hissed out, “I’m Y/N L/N! I was the one that stole the princess’ necklace! I’m a valuable asset and you’d be lucky to have me on your crew.”

A stunned silence washed over the pirates. Then, one by one, they started laughing. They snorted and chuckled and slapped their knees as if you had told them the funniest joke in the world. You half-heartedly attempted speaking again, but your voice was drowned out by their howling laughter.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE I FEED YOUR SORRY ASSES TO THE SHARKS!” The captain bellowed, his velvety tone long gone. He had his arms crossed tightly over his chest, a scowl pulling at his lips. 

The lot of them snapped their mouths shut so quickly you could hear their teeth clacking against one other. 

“Y/N L/N is nothing but a legend,” The captain stepped closer to you, his one eye narrowed in suspicion. “I don’t know, nor do I care for why you’re lying, but it better not become a problem. I’ve already got one crew to deal with. I don’t need to add a raving lunatic onto the list.”

“Please!” You wiggled against your bonds slightly, wincing at how the coarse rope fibers scratched at your chafed skin. “Why would I lie?! You’ve got to believe me, I’m Y/N L/N, I’ve been in jail for a long time and I’ve only recently escaped with the man you tossed overboard. Please, we can go bring him back, he can tell you, I - !” 

The words lodged in your throat. It was pointless, trying to convince a haggle of savage pirates to go back for someone they tossed to the sharks. There was a sort of heavy pain deep down in your chest, and you brokenly blew out a sigh. The feeling churned at your insides uncomfortably. It might’ve been the sea sickness, but you knew it was a nasty combination of guilt and panic and regret.

The captain noticed your abrupt change in demeanor, but decided not to comment. Instead, he said stoically, “Y/N L/N is a wonderful character in a legend told to scare children and I would absolutely love to meet her. But unfortunately, I don’t think I’d ever get the pleasure to. She’s not real.” You stared into his one eye, tears welling up in your own. “And about the man we tossed over… he put up a real fight and he wasn’t worth the trouble. He’s probably long gone by now. It’d do you good to forget about him.”

Pirates behind the pair of you started snickering, but were quietened when the captain straightened and just about snarled out, “DON’T YOU HAVE WORK TO DO? GET ON WITH IT, YOU STINKY BASTARDS!” 

They scrambled in a panicked fashion, a few of them running into each other as they dashed in opposite directions, others clumsily slipping on the damp plank wood, and some merely ran like headless chickens with no definite direction in mind. 

“They’ll treat you well in Aurecia, girl,” The captain slipped back into his velvety tone once more. You supposed this was his way of apologizing… or, the closest thing to an apology you’d ever get from a pirate. “Just try to accept it and it won’t seem as bad. This lot here won’t hurt you in the meantime. I’ll make sure of that.” He gestured to the rest of the men who were settling back into their daily routines. You were surprised to see that they were already hard at work; manning the sails, scrubbing the decks, navigating the ship, so on so forth. The life of a pirate definitely wasn't an easy one. 

You said nothing in return, staring blankly at the glinting ocean. The hollow clunk, clunk, clunk of his peg leg fading away was a sure sign that the captain was gone. You couldn’t bring it in yourself to watch him go.

This was most probably the worst possible time to cry. At this point, you were surprised your sore eyes could still manage to produce tears, considering how dehydrated you were. It was obvious that some of the pirates were still watching you, pausing mid-job. You tried to ignore them and hung your head sullenly as dry sobs rumbled in your chest.

You were stuck floating in a gigantic cesspool of saltwater, and yet your body had the audacity to produce even more. It was this very water you were bobbing on that most probably filled Wooyoung’s lungs as he gave up his last breath. The thought did nothing but make you weep harder. 

Pirates really had no designated time to have luncheon and supper, but their stomachs all seemed to revolve around roughly the same hours. By the time the golden of the sun was grazing against the deep green waters and the sky was bleeding a strange shade of amaranthine, they were all shouting out complaints of hunger and trotting to the small kitchens below deck to have supper. 

You were hungry, but also sure that if you had even a morsel of bread, you would heave it right back out. The day was spent with you gazing at the rocking waters, bustling pirates, and the large, tattered flag that hung proudly way above you. On occasion, you tried pleading to the pirates who were passing by, but none of them so much as glanced towards you. It seemed as though they took their captain’s orders to heart. 

And so, after hours and hours of being neglected, imagine your surprise when one particular pirate sheepishly walked up to you, a little after all the others had disappeared below the deck to eat.

At first, you hadn’t noticed the quiet man because you had your stinging eyes shut, trying to block off the last and harshest glares of the sun as it sank under the edge of the world.

He cleared his throat once, and your eyes flew back open, startled.

“You must be starving,” He said. 

The first thing you noticed about him was the strangely soft shade of pink his hair was. It wasn’t unsimilar to the color of Yunho’s hair, and you found yourself wondering how the kind giant of a man would react knowing that you lost Wooyoung. 

“Oh,” He gestured to the brightly-hued strands on his forehead. “I’m half fairy. Everybody looks at me funny when they first see my hair.”

Snapping out of your thoughts, you observed the man in front of you suspiciously. You had little to say in reply to the strangely personal fact he told you, and so you bit down on your tongue and let silence further consume you.

He had an angular face and complementing sharp features, but he bore a timid expression in an unexpectedly stark contrast. What was this fairy-man doing on a pirate ship? He didn’t look at all like the rest of the crew. The others were sunburnt and filthy and rugged. He, however, was somewhat well kempt, skin void of burns and scars and dirt. A loose cream-hued tunic was hung over broad shoulders, barely slung over his hardened chest, a leather belt tightened around the small of his waist and tucked into black trousers. It was quite a dignifying outfit in comparison to the rest of the crew clad in dirty rags and stolen clothes that didn’t match in the slightest. But for that, you could understand. Seeing the pirates randomly throw on haphazard articles of clothing, you thought back to when you were on the run with Wooyoung, stealing clothes off of drying lines and changing into whatever would fit.

The only thing that pushed the strange pink-haired man more towards the ‘rugged pirate’ side was a silver lip ring glinting with the late sunlight from the side of his bottom lip. In his eyes you saw gentle kindness, but you knew better than to trust him just yet. 

“Are you hungry? I can sneak something up for you while everyone’s busy stuffing their face full.” He had a voice of honey and silk, tempting you to accept his generous offer. But you kept your mouth shut.

“I understand,” A sad, empathetic look crossed his face. “Sea sickness is the worst the first couple of days. From there, it’ll gradually get better once you get used to it. But please, drink some water.”

From out of nowhere, he brandished a pretty silver chalice and held it up to you, the metal stingingly cool against your lips. You would’ve been stupid to turn down the water, so you leaned forward slightly and slurped at the drink so quickly that some sloshed down your chin and dripped onto your chest. 

“I can get you some more later,” He said, pulling the cup away as you gasped for air. “But I have to tell you something important first. My name is San, by the way.”

He had a name that roughly translated to ‘mountain’ in Old Cerulean. You thought it was a rather pretty name… fitting for such a pretty man.

“I just wanted to say this while no one was around,” San sucked in a deep breath, steeling his quaking nerves. “I believe you.”

The water had certainly drowned away the scratchy burn in your throat, so you were free to painlessly stutter out, “W-What?”

“I believe you,” He repeated. “It’s like you said… why would you lie?”

“You believe that I’m Y/N?” Your voice raised an octave or two higher, to which San shot you a warning look and glanced behind him as a precaution. If anybody heard or saw either of you, the captain would have his head. “Why?”

Hope was a dangerous thing. It muddled your brain and clouded your consciousness, blurring the lines between reality and fantasy. So you looked upon the pink-haired pirate dubiously, furrowing your eyebrows.

“I might be the most gullible man out there,” San snorted, raising a hand to rub against the back of his neck. “You kinda fit the description in all the stories and legends. And you don’t look like you’re lying… I don’t know… it must be the fairy blood in me. My mother always knew when I was lying or telling the truth. She used to tell me that good people only truly lie when they want to protect others. But… you don’t have anybody here to protect. Not anymore, anyways.” There was a guilty, remorseful sort of look that flooded his face. 

You were so relieved that you could’ve burst into tears right then and there. 

“And… that man the others threw overboard… he kept saying your name. You might’ve had reason to lie to us, but he didn’t. Especially not then.” San spoke gently in a low tone, as if he were speaking to a frightened child. Something painful twisted in your stomach at his words. “So… yes, Y/N, I believe you.”

Then he leaned forward and quickly swiped his cool thumb over your damp cheek. You only then realized that you were crying again, flinching away from his touch at first, before relaxing your tensed muscles. 

“Thank you,” was the only thing you could properly croak out. There were so many things you wanted to tell him. Help me. Let me out. Bring Wooyoung back. Take me away from here. Why are you helping me? What are you doing here?

Although none of your erratic thoughts were heard, you sagged in relief when he said, “I’ll try to talk to the captain about making a stop in Virelis.” As a tentative afterthought, he added, “I’m sorry about your friend.”

“I loved him,” You croaked out, surprising even yourself. “I didn’t know that I did.”

San flashed you a sad smile, “Some people never realize. You’re lucky that you did.” Then, he murmured after gesturing to your bloody hands and wrists, “I’m also sorry about them hurting you. I have a special coconut extract lotion that treats wounds and burns very well. I’ll try to sneak up something for you to eat, as well. We’ll have to wait until it’s completely dark, though.”

You had so much to tell him, so much to ask, so much to thank him for. The fairy-man rotated on the stub of his heel to walk away, and you whispered out, “San!” He glanced back at you with a curious expression, and you nodded your head, sincerely grateful, “Thank you.” The questions could wait, you supposed.

A smile so wide spread across his lips that his eyes almost disappeared. Around savage pirates practically all his life, he rarely ever heard those two strangely comforting words. He dipped his head politely and walked away, leaving you to your own overwhelming thoughts.

Sleep had taken you under its dark wing a little while after San left, however fitful and sporadic. Your head pounded as your swollen and aching eyes fluttered open, somewhat surprised to see that it was still dark. Where was San?

Then, as your consciousness shook away the foggy webs of sleep, your brain registered a faint singing voice. However, it wasn’t just any rotten pirates’ singing voice; it sounded as if a woman was wailing, but in the most beautiful way possible. The trembling vocal chords pierced through the night sky, high-pitched and ringing in your ears melodically. It was a song in a language you couldn’t understand, but the warbled words molded together sounded pure and whole, just about placing you under a trance. But of course, you were still quite dazed and confused from slumber, unable to clearly hear the singing voices. On top of that, the water seemed to be extra loud, splashes and waves thundering against the boat almost every five seconds.

Tired, you rolled your stiff neck. Strangely, you noticed that the deck in front of you was void of any pirates. Glancing to the side, there was not a single soul to be seen manning the navigational wheel. Your neck ached as you craned it to look upwards, squinting at the crows’ nest, just to see that it was equally empty. Where are they? you thought absent-mindedly.

The singing was getting louder, and you had to physically shake your head to get your mind out of the gutters. The ropes strained against the skin of your raw wrists even more when you shifted to look behind you.

The sight that you were met with had you reeling against the mast in panic. 

Sirens. Dozens of them, sitting on moldy rocky ledges jutting out of the ocean waters. They were beautiful creatures, smooth skins tainted a faint green and shimmery silver hair just long enough to drape wetly over their breasts. They bore seductive expressions and parted their full lips to croon out the mesmerizing song in unison.

And the splashing against the boat? With a choked gasp of horror, the undisputed mystery of where all the pirates had gone was answered. One by one, they were marching off the planks, plummeting into the salty ocean waters, swimming as if their life depended on it, closer and closer to the beckoning sirens. They all held entranced expressions, some with gaping mouths and others with fully blown pupils of adoration and lust.

The sirens were far enough where you weren’t fully under influence, but much too close to be clear of mind. You had to count yourself lucky for being female; it was known that sirens had stronger effects on men. But you didn’t have much time to spare.

You suddenly became short of breath in panic. Where was San? Had he already jumped off? Blowing out a shuddering sigh, your neck trembled with great effort as you angled yourself to look back again. It was easy to spot his brightly-colored mane, the pink starkly bright in the moonlight.

“SAN!” You screamed to the best of your abilities, voice scratchy from your previous slumber. For a second, the fairy-man seemed to twitch slightly into your direction. A particularly high-pitched note echoed across the waters, just about slicing through any hesitation San might’ve held. Just like that, he turned completely away from you with a stupefied look, before hopping off the ship and plunging into the ocean.

A scream of protest ripped through your throat. There was no time to think… you could already feel their lulling voices numb the corners of your mind…

No. No, I have to get out of this. 

With a quick glance back, a flare of hope ignited somewhere within your chest when you spotted a dagger just behind you, buried in the fraying wood of a grog barrel. Its handle was jutting out in your direction, the crooked blade void of rust and gleaming with reflected moonlight. Excruciating pain shot through your right arm as you twisted your wrist about, desperate to be freed of the knot. The hardest part was getting your hand through the tight loophole, groaning at the throbbing sensation.

After frantically yanking yourself upwards, you managed to wrench your right wrist free, covered with blood and scratches and blisters. Then, with no time to spare, you reached as far as you could behind you, towards the barrel. Your bones ached and cracked under the strain, but you pushed through with gritted teeth. Tears ran down your twisted features from the pain. With a final shriek, you lunged and wrapped your blood-slicken fingers around the hilt. The sick sound of your left shoulder popping had you screaming in pained misery, but there was no time to lament. You’d fix it up later.

It took little effort to extract the blade out of the rotting wood. You prayed not to drop the dagger as your hand trembled ruthlessly. Swallowing dryly, you raised the blade to your left wrist, and began hacking away at the ropes.

They were tough, coarse things, but gave way eventually, unraveling with each strand. You didn’t even have to cut through the whole thing until it was weak enough to break on its own. 

You were free. 

The sirens’ song grew louder and louder, and frantically, you wobbled away from the mast and to the side of the ship, steadying your shaking legs against the rail. Every fibre of your being screamed at you to stop and jump into the water, swim to the beautiful melody that came from just over there…

“No!” You managed to moan out. Your left arm was completely useless; you weren’t able to move the limb at all. The tearing of your shirt as you somehow managed to rip off the sleeve rang in your muddled head alongside the foreign words quavering through the air. You used the dagger to slice the cloth in half, and shoved each piece into your ears. It was disgusting and uncomfortable, but it would have to suffice. The sirens’ voices sounded little other than muffled hums, and though you had to stay cautious, you could already feel your mind clear tremendously.

The last of the pirates had just clambered off the side. You would’ve heard the large splash he made as he cannon-balled into the waters if it weren’t for your make-shift ear plugs.

You were tired. You were thirsty, aching, sleepy, and just about every other bad feeling one could possibly have. Unfortunately, the ship was still heading right towards the sirens, no doubt turned off-course by a crewmate heavily under their influence.

And so, you dragged your heavy limbs over to the navigational wheel, letting out a soft tormented wince when the small act of curling your quaking fingers around the wooden spokes were enough to send what felt like great electric shocks of pain up your spine. Then, you spun the wheel one-handed, over and over and over again until the massive beauty of a ship leaned away from the sirens (who were clearly enraged, hissing and baring their sharp teeth), silkily gliding over the waters. Warm ocean air billowed into your face and tousled your hair, and for the first time since you’ve gotten onto the ship, you didn’t feel like throwing up. 

A part of you felt bad for leaving San, the only pirate to show you even just a morsel of empathy. Who knows, maybe he’d survive. He was half fairy, after all. You muttered out a soft soft wish of good luck for the pink-haired man, though you doubted that would do much.

Your mind was quick to leap from the fate of San to a man who’s been in your life for much longer. Where would you be if it weren’t for him?

Wooyoung wasn’t one to just… give up like that. He couldn’t be dead. Perhaps you were being a fool for holding onto hope, but you would gladly welcome that title if there was even the slightest chance that he was still out there, alive and breathing.

And so, you steeled your nerves by drawing in a grand breath. Your lips settled in a firm, determined line.

You were going to go find Wooyoung.

Where were you to start?

Dozens and dozens of maps and scrolls were tossed about as you pillaged through the papers, in search of a chart that would actually be of use to you. Much to your dismay, there weren’t any maps whatsoever that held the directions to Virelis. There goes that plan down the drain. Where else was there to go?

The sling that held up your left arm was procured hastily from the medbay after you popped your dislocated shoulder back into its socket with a quailing shriek. The pain had faded into a dull ache, but at least now you could wiggle your fingers. That was a good sign, you supposed. Your stomach was full with what you could find in their kitchen pantries (which was mostly just stale biscuits and half-cooked fish), and to be honest, you felt better than you have in a long, long time, despite the circumstances.

There was still the problem of finding him, though. If you could recall correctly, you were only around a days’ sail away from where they had kicked Wooyoung off.

But that would mean turning back to Cerulea. And that… definitely didn’t sound smart. You rubbed your fingers against your throbbing temple, taking a long swig of refreshing water from a pitcher. Gentle light was filtering in through the small circular window, illuminating the yellowed maps in such a way to make them look golden. There was no time to appreciate the simple beauty of this, however, because a stupid, moronishly foolish, plan was forming in your head.

What if you went back to Cerulea? Would Wooyoung be waiting for you there? Maybe he was staying with Yunho while he got back on his feet. After all, it’s not like he could swim all the way to Virelis, especially with how injured he was. Cerulea was a much closer, safer plan. It was the only place he could go, right?

Unease twisted your stomach at the thought of going back to the country that locked you in a dark dungeon for moons upon moons upon moons. Deep down inside, you knew that no part of Wooyoung would ever willingly go back to Cerulea. Not after all he went through trying to get out. But what else were you to do? And even if he weren’t there, at least you’d be able to inform Yunho on what happened. Then the sweet giant of a man could help you find him.

You stood up, compasses and maps slipping off your lap, respectively clanging and fluttering towards the ground noisily. With large, determined strides, you exited the navigational room and to the main deck, where the steering wheel was situated. Warm, salty breeze whispered against your ears, calm and encouraging.

“I’ll find you, Wooyoung,” Your words were swiftly stolen by the wind. You hoped that gale would be kind enough to carry the message over to him, however impossible it was.

Halfway across the world, laid an unconscious dark-haired man, clad in nothing save for his smallclothes and bandages tightly wrapped around his skull. He was situated stiffly atop a narrow bed, scars and bruises still quite fresh and clearly visible against his paler-than-usual skin.

Wooyoung awoke with a startled choke of a gasp, sore eyes flying wide open. There was a searing pain in his abdomen as he sat up, wheezing and hissing in agony. He took in his surroundings with a panicked demeanor, gaze landing on the mildly surprised fair-headed figure with striking green eyes standing by the doorway, fresh bandages in his palms. He’s an elf, Wooyoung realized after a long moment of gaping, noticing the ever-so-slightly pointed ears poking out beneath silvery locks and the infamous nature-woven clothes only elves wore.

“Took you long enough,” He said in a thick Elvish accent, followed by a beguiling snort. “I thought you would stay asleep forever. I’m Yeosang.”

Wooyoung blinked sluggishly once, twice, and a third and fourth time for good measure. He knew very well that he should probably answer. After all, elves were widely known to be an easily offended kind. But for the love of everything he held dear, he just couldn’t seem to crack his lips open. 

The two stared at each other awkwardly for a second more. Then promptly, his eyes rolled into the back of his skull as his upper half crumpled onto the bed, instantaneously returning into the sweet relief of unconsciousness.