#Found the blinked >;) now I don't have to have the crushing shame of my actions upon my sinned flesh :]

[everymanyaoi]

(For some reason my introduction got deleted? Idk but here it is again)

☆▪︎About Me!▪︎☆

Names: Indigo × Evan × Cesar (or Nessie but I don't use that as much)

Pronouns: She/Her He/Him Zhe/Zher It/Itself (pls don't use they/them but I'm fine with Neos)

LGBT+ stuff: GenderFluid × Pansexual × Polyam

Fandoms: Slenderverse (the ARGs bcuz I'm not really into creepypasta tbh) × Mandela Catalogue × DDLC × Dead Plate (those are my mains I'm in like 69420 at this point) I also like Class Of 09, DSMP, Danganronpa, Panty and Stalking, Komi Can't Communicate, Toilet-Bound Hanako-Kun, JJK, Miss Kobiyashis Dragon Maid, Call Of The Night, Assasination Classroom, Boyfriend To Death, Gabriel Dropouts, DSAF, Pokémon, MHA, Welcome Home, DHMIS

Music: Mindless Self Indulgence × Maretu × Ken Ashcorp × VOCALOID × UTUALOID Kasane Teto (fuckin hate SynthV "Kasane Teto") × The Living Tombstone, Ghost And Pals × 6arelyhuman, Odetari × Mcki Robyns-p × Stupenduim × Vane Lily × Kikuo × Kinoshita × Deco*27 × Tom Cardy ▪︎

Religion: Christian! (I'm not very religious, but i try <:"D chill and don't care what religion you are if your not an asshole and mock my religion in a non-joke way <3)

Triggers: Topics of homelessness, threats of mental hospitals and or anything of the sort, pregnancy (don't really have other boundaries. So go wild besides that!) Or talking about the Alex Kister drama, Adam Rosner drama, Jeffery Koval drama, or anything like that please. (Not saying I support them. I'm saying I don't want to talk about it for my own mental state.)

Other: I'm a teen (dm on discord for specific) (If over 19 don't friend me please <:3) I work as an outlet for people so don't be scared to be yourself ☆ I'm really chill, energetic, somewhat of a perfectionist, and a horny little bastard who will 100% smash the monster under your bed ;] I like friends with mutual intrests who wanna talk about fandom shit all day and do roleplays 👍 I'm extremely open minded! If you dm me please tell me pronouns (if not in bio) and any triggerz you havez!) And I am not the best at understanding things so plz try and be specific if your doing something like explaining and plz be patient <3

Hobbies: Splatoon × Pokémon × Minecraft × Animal Crossing × Drawing × Roller Skating × Writting

ADHD × Anxiety

Discord: everymanyaoi

☆▪︎feel free to friend me!▪︎☆

(The blinkie thingies)

#about me #hiiiiii #introduction #do i even need to tag this? #Found the blinked >;) now I don't have to have the crushing shame of my actions upon my sinned flesh :]

[itstheendofthegoddamnworld]

Kissed by Moonlight (Alucard x Witch! Reader) 3

A/N: Thanks for the wait! The last two weeks have been a rollercoaster for me, and this is the only place I can go to escape. This POV will mainly be from Alucard's perspective.

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Chapter 3

He's glad you don't see his face when he leaves - rushing out with any excuse under the sun.

In his mind, it's a mess, his senses frantic, elevated to a pulsing rush that he can't tell if the rush of a heartbeat is his or hers.

His skin feels alight in almost agony, every step he takes gives him more reason to be rid of the witch he’s allowed into his father’s castle—no, his castle now. He can be quicker than her to get rid of her before she finds any weapon to use against him.

He could make it fleeting the pain- he was not cruel like his father - he was always quick with giving death to those, it was maybe the human part of him who saw it the same way as giving an animal mercy.

She will find some way to boil my blood, he told himself, crush my bones to make powder. He could not stop the frantic part of his mind screaming not to be so kind to her, not to provide her the things any host should.

He couldn't trust humans again - he told that to himself over and over again - not those whom he allowed to understand the knowledge of his castle, even those who had killed his mother had become a bitter memory. Alucard was no fool, it was the same pain his father felt the day his mother left them, but even his pain, grief and rage burnt him into the man Dracula was always meant to be. Alucard was not as certain if he could possess such vengeance on humanity so soon, but he had tried being sympathetic and it had gotten him scored and beaten. It burnt him all the same, and the betrayals would keep coming to him, over and over again.

Maybe it was his human side, the side of his mother, that was telling him to be a good host, to tend to her injuries and give her refuge. She would've done the same if she was here. Though he was not just part human, and if his father had still been living or had she stumbled into any other vampire's home, it would’ve been in the blink of an eye before his father had her innards spilt and hung as decoration, her throat slashed before her fist could make contact with the doors.

It had worked with his mother though, would it be a coincidence if it could happen again?

Human or not, Alucard knew she had been a witch the second she entered his father’s castle. The stench of witches was ancient and as old as the earth itself. It was one of old power, dormant yet ready to strike. It was stronger on her compared to other creatures he had come across.

Alucard was knowledgeable about witches' hatred for most creatures: humans, creatures of the night, and vampires.

They were familiar with their kind, keeping to themselves, sometimes nomadic and travelling until they could find a place they called their own.

But this girl was far from her coven, muddied and riddled in cuts, she looked half from dead by the time she arrived at the doors of the castle. Alucard did not doubt that if she had not been any sooner, night creatures would've found quick work of her body, he would've been little to no help at all at this point.

Running a hand through his golden locks, Alucard sighed heavily, defeatedly, staring off to the side at the portrait, half-covered and drawn from the sight of his mother. Her lovely, kind smile brought him to feel the guilt first, then the resolution. "You will call me harsh," he said aloud, in acceptance of the unfortunate situation, "but giving her one month of refuge was enough-- even Father would have called me brash for such a thing. No doubt agreeing her body would be spiked alongside the others." 

He does not dare look at her in the painted gaze, knowing that despite it being a painting, her knowing gaze is enough to make him feel further shame. He does not regret his choice of words or his apathy. It's rough work to trust again, and he thinks he will never open his heart to a stranger again. He will keep her at arm's length before her final day comes, and then he'll send her on her merry way, never to be seen here again.

He could imagine his friends, even hearing their precise words in the back of his mind, nagging him. "You should be kinder, Alucard." Sypha is first to console with gentle words, but hers are just like his mother's. "You do not know how far she has come."

He thinks and he agrees before he thinks to his other friend's opinion. What do you think, Trevor? He regrets asking in his head, to the exact reasoning, he knows how the Belmont would answer, "I'm not sober enough to be having this fucking conversation."

The Dhampir sighs dejectedly, finding reason to begin with slowly finding parts of the castle to keep to, in hopes of avoiding her.

-

The awkward exchange was enough to make you feel even more threatened than before. Just as you thought you had been able to see the smallest of cracks in Alucard's personality, he shut you out. You didn't feel angered by that though, you knew killing your father was enough to make anyone feel a sense of sorrow to hang for the rest of one's days. 

You decided to clear up the plates and then find where Alucard spoke of the guest bedroom, where, to your delight was a better place to stay than anywhere you had stayed for all your days of living. The room was far too spacious to be one that belonged to perhaps a member of staff, with silken sheets and dropped curtains, the bed looked lavish enough that you feared you would never be able to rise from again if you dared lay on it.

Thanking yourself for being clean before you threw yourself onto the bed, your body screamed in joy when the softness of the sheets hit you, and you were overcome with a smell of light lavender, soothing and sweet. You could almost imagine hitting the pillows right away and having the best sleep of your entire life, but you knew that that had to wait. Exploring awaited.

It was perhaps a blessing that you didn’t run into Alucard as you wandered the long halls, taking in the aged beauty of the castle. You took in the paintings, the décor, the statues that made you know that life once hung in the halls. It hung like doom how the drab ruin and cracks in the walls told you the castle would never be the same. You told yourself that if you were allowed, you could help tidy some of the rubble.

Your gaze caught a painting you hadn’t seen before: caught in secrecy with a red curtain, covering the majority of the oil painting. Taking glances behind you and in front, you drew in closer, pulling the curtain back to reveal the beauty of the canvas.

The two figures you didn’t recognise, but they looked like opposites. Light hair and dark hair. The sun and the Moon. Human and Vampire. You knew the vampire was Dracula: from his dark locks and wine-coloured eyes, he was drawn closely to his wife, whom you now knew was Alucard’s mother.

The woman was comely and time had not taken away her beauty. Her lips were curled in a sweet, soft smile, holding in her arms a buddle of blond curls similar to hers.

You stared as you looked at the babe, his innocent beaming smile had small fangs poking out, his golden eyes were joining his duel backgrounds, and though you feared the Dhampir, you could not help but find the baby version of him to be adorable.

What made you what you are now? You thought.

Continuing from the corridor, you entered the closest room with its door slightly ajar. It was dark when you entered, the tall curtains drawn. You didn’t wish to disturb the room as it already was by pulling back the curtains, you opted for a better solution.

Looking back through the door you came through, you cupped your hands in front of you, speaking a gentle tone, “Ardeo.”

Your flame came with better ease, yet it acted as the needed torch and light to help you see better. You can now take in the room better: amazed by the very sight in front of you.

You knew Dracula was a man of knowledge, but the room you stepped into was one of grandeur no living man would ever comprehend. Despite the mess of some bookshelves, its books scattered everywhere, the room was very much one that left you in awe.

Observing closer, your curiosity got the better of you (your mother always told you that), and walking over to the books you could see. Using one hand, you scanned the spines, taking in the words. Some were foreign to you, others in the language you knew, but were that not even the church could understand.

This… was far more than just common knowledge, and you were amazed by how much any subject could be used. You grew interested in Dracula, which had books on different species, one you had in particular.

Humans, vampires, dhampirs, speaker magic. Witches.

In the face of being so absorbed in the books in front of you, you failed to hear the sound of a door creaking open, the fluttering of a cape, the sound of footsteps approaching with such haste, that you didn’t have time to look-

“What do you think you’re doing in here?” The voice barked, a hand pulled you away from them, and from the small flames in your hand, the face in front of you erupted from fury to fear.

Alucard had every right to be angry at you in this moment: you did after all cross into a room you were not supposed to go in. It was not that that made your heart rate spike, but the fact that his sword was once again by your throat, cold as a kiss of death against your flesh.

He did not speak, but even if you tried to, the blade made it difficult with how it dug into your skin. You cried out, both of you mirroring one another with expressions: horror written in your eyes.

How when you had seen his baby picture as adorable, you wanted to take it all back, now was replaced with the sight of his fangs flashing in front of you, hissing like a feral cat in distress.

You felt his hand leave your shoulder, and the strength alone was brutal in how tight his grip was. He was not as close to you now, only did you see those golden eyes staring directly into the flames you held as if it was a normal phenomenon.

“I’m sorry,” you rasped, shaking the fire away as the room was engulfed in darkness once again. Only, you were thankful that you could see the outline of his figure still there, watching you in dread and anticipation for what you would do next. “The door… was open—I’m sorry, I overstepped.”

Alucard did not speak, for it seemed he was struck with a fear you had felt many times before. Only did you direct his attention to the book in your other hand, did he seem not to be so rigid.

Witches: The Natural Guide to Magic, Witchcraft and the Occult

His next act startles you when you feel the blade of his sword loosen just enough to allow you to breathe, and he stares between the book and yourself. “Why would a witch need a book like that?”

You stared at him as if you had been slapped across the face. It seemed only a coincidence you couldn’t cast spells, and him being part vampire would’ve noticed too if you had intent on attacking him.

He speaks again, eyes squinted on you. “You could’ve killed me at this point, a hundred times over.”

“I could’ve, but I didn’t… even with the generosity, you offered me refuge,” you calmed yourself enough to speak the truth. “No, I’ve simply lost my skills.”

Alucard stares at you sceptically, “You’re a witch who can’t do spells?” He motions to your hands, “What were those flames then? Some Parlor trick? An illusion?” Regardless of how for a moment ago, threatened you, his voice is sardonic and light.

You could only laugh bitterly, “You’ll think I’m mad.” But the look he gave you told you he already thought so. He was still hesitant of you, you could tell, from the way he stood, and that he was not afraid to use that longsword, always by his side. Whatever he had faced, he still had the mental scars he could not heal.

If I want to get into his good graces, I need to prove I’m not the crones he’s heard of.

You collected yourself, to tell somewhat of the truth. “The coven I was brought into, they were powerful sisters. They welcomed my mama when she was at her worst, and when she had me, they spoke of my destiny, my worth. I was young when they were all slaughtered—slaughtered by”

“Vampires,” Alucard concluded, and his face did not read with the content of knowing that you may have disdain for him.

“I lost my abilities, my skill to heal, to bring back something from death, that was all gone that day, the day I found my mama’s body, drained of all blood.”

“I do not expect you to like me,” Alucard began, and you noticed the way his sword retracted from your neck, floating by his side. “I have certain books that could help you, to help you when you leave. It is one thing I can offer, the books.”

You remembered his deal, to be here for a month before you were sent on your way: one month to gain as much knowledge as you could, as many things you could remember to do or be taught. It was a chance you could only have once, and you were not wishing to reject it when it was being presented to you on a silver platter.

“You would help me?” You questioned.

“My mother would’ve helped you gain your strength, your confidence once again. She was a healer after all, and helping was her job.” There was that softness you noticed he had when he spoke about his mother, and it ripped your heart in two to think of your own.

“You’re not so cruel as I thought The Alucard would be.” You quipped, gathering the books that had dropped to the ground as you began to help tidy. Unbeknownst to you, the smallest of smiles graced the dhampir’s lips, his eyes glowing with a warming amiability.

#castlevania alucard x reader #alucard castlevania #adrian tepes #adrian tepes x reader #alternate universe #castlevania fanfic #reader is a witch #mixed race reader #half black! reader #itstheendofthegoddamnworld writes #witch! reader #alucard x reader #part 3

[shineon3]

I have no control impulse. Inspired by this masterpiece from the lovely @blamemma (also hello @summer04rayne @jisblooming <3)

Or how I ended up writing a streamer!Max AU

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“What's got you smiling like that, mate?”

Max blinks, zoning back into the conversation.

“What?”

Alex, his best friend, the traitor, chuckles at his confusion, and when he looks at his screen, the chat is doing so too. Max flushes, quickly locking his phone before focusing back on the stream. Alex is grinning widely at him on the screen. Ugh, what a pain.

“Tell us, Maxy, come on, what got you giggling like a schoolgirl with a crush, eh?”

That fucker! Alex laughs knowingly, and the chat goes wild as usual when they get to tease him, and Max knows he'll have to answer now. He clears his throat, trying to sound as unruffled as possible.

“I just- found a really cool looking Instagram page, that's all…”

The Thai's grin somehow widens even more, almost shark-like, and Max just dug his own grave, didn't he?

“Yeah? Wouldn't it happen to be a certain travel vlogger's page, perchance, Maxy?”

The blonde feels heat rising in his face, and he doesn’t need to look into the screen to know that he's blushing furiously. It's probably spreading to his neck too, god. Max hides his face in his hands, embarrassment making his skin crawl. Him and his big mouth and his lack of self-control when it comes to a certain curly haired brunette.

“That's- it's not- ugh!”

He stumbles over his words, and he hears Alex laugh harder in his headset. He knows it's good natured, though, and that's the only thing keeping him from just ending the call.

“Tell them more about Daniel, Max! Look how excited they are, you can't deny them that, come on!”

Max shakes his head, drinks a sip of his Red Bull to try and regain his composure. Alex got the chat involved now, and that means he can’t just brush it off. Well, he could, and honestly, apart from some trolls here and there, his little community is really nice and understanding, and they know not to push on things if Max doesn't want to elaborate. But… this is kind of harmless, he guesses, so he can play their game a bit.

The blonde sighs, glancing at the chat, and yeah, they're going wild. Thanks, Alex

“I don't even know why I'm friends with you, at this point.”

“Don't say that! I know you love my pretty face and my humor.”

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Half an hour later, Max wraps up the stream, a faint blush lingering on his cheeks after all that had happened during what Alex had described as “gushing over Daniel for more than ten minutes”.

He gets up, tidying his desk, throwing away the empty Red Bull cans and water bottles, as well as any wrapper he could find. Finally, he leaves his streaming room, shutting off all the lights and closing the door.

There's no sounds in the small apartment, which probably means his roommate is already asleep. It's like, 3am, so, fair. Max gets ready for bed before slipping under the covers, practically melting on the soft mattress. Just as he reaches for his phone to plug it to charge, he sees it.

Daniel Ricciardo uploaded a new video

He clicks on it with neck breaking speed, a beginning of shame curling in his gut when he sees it was posted barely thirty seconds ago. He likes it, saves it in a playlist for good measure, and lets Daniel's australian accent drown his self-loathing and lull him to sleep.

#f1 #f1 fic #ficlet #wip #daniel ricciardo #dr #mv #max verstappen #maxiel #alex albon #aa #just a lil taste of the other au im working on hehe #streamer!max au

[streets-in-paradise]

Prince of Persia headcanons: Becoming Dastan's first wife

Warnings: No proofreading. The reader is female only because i had no idea of how to keep this gender neutral in the historical context of the persian empire

- You are the sister of one of Tus' wives and ever since she found out of your crush in Dastan, she practically promised you that someday you were going to marry him.

- For many years you have been sweetly infatuated with him and your pure devotion has been hard to hide. Surely you weren't the only one in the kingdom, but he had many chances of noticing you.

- He quickly grew a soft spot for you and it wasn't hard to guess why. You showed him a special kind of sweetness, more intimate than your usual. It was far beyond the simple act of admiring your prince.

- Tenderness that you saved only for him, even when you wouldn't make your feelings explicit. He could tell that you were shy and those small acts were your outlet.

- Awareness didn't make him love it any less, he couldn't help it.

- You would hold his hand if you were too nervous, but also get nervous if he would be staring at you for too long. You would compliment him a lot, but never dare to talk about his looks. You would cassualy bring him gifts because " i don't know, this reminded me of you". Once you got him flowers and he thought it was the cutest thing, but Garsiv mocked him about it.

- He even catched you composing an epic poem about one of his victories in war. You are actually good at singing and storytelling, you would have asked it to be sang at a feast if Nizam wouldn't have shamed you about it.

- Your attitude about his nephew annoys him and he is very sarcastic, so you were effectively disuaded. However, Dastan still begged you to show him your work and, despite you were embarassed, you did... How could have you resisted his sweet request?

- His brothers tease you, but they mean well.

- " Dastan, your future wife is here!"

" Stop it, Garsiv. You are making her nervous"

" My sweetest sister in law and my little brother... Wouldn't that be cute?"

" Not you too now, Tus."

- The thing is that, although he likes you, Dastan wouldn't act flirty with you because you are so sweet to him that he feels wrong for it.

- Bis flirts with you for him

- " You look lovely today, lady."

You would smile at him, as always

" Thank you"

" Honestly? If Dastan doesn't start courting you soon, i would... If that was possible, of course. What we know isn't"

- People joke because you wear your heart on your sleeve, but at some point the king himself starts considering you a fitting wife for his son.

- It happens when he finds out that you have joined Dastan in his walks through the city. Becoming prince didn't make him loose his roots and he still enjoyed of mixing himself with the people, even visiting the suburbs, and this is an aspect of him that Sharaman admires.

- The fact that you, born in nobility, aren't afraid of following his son there gives you a positive image. He knows that you weren't doing it for that, the king sees that you are humble at heart.

- Nizam was horrified when Dastan brought with you a bunch of kids from the streets to visit the palace. When you confessed it was your idea, you fully conquered Sharaman's simpaties.

- He would get you both engaged in the blink of an eye and you would be surprised to find out that Dastan isn't protesting against it.

- " I would understand if you don't want this. " You shyly purred at him when trying to comfront him about it. " Your father thinks he is doing the best for you."

Your assumption disconcerted him

" Who says he isn't?"

You smiled to yourself.

" Well, it was rushed... and your uncle isn't happy about it."

" Don't worry for that. Nizam has a severe temper, but he is a great man. Give him time and he will love you."

You seemed skeptical.

" I know what he thinks of me."

Then, you stopped talking abruptly and his glance searched for yours seeking to encourage you.

" I'm not ready to be a royal, i'm just a dumb girl in love with you."

Dastan held you in his arms like never before, rounding your waist.

" Do you want to know a secret? It's one I never told you before."

It made you chuckle and you were getting progressively lost in the radiant beauty of his face while waiting for his words.

" ... I can't wait to make you my wife."

#prince of persia #prince of persia sands of time #dastan #prince dastan #jake gyllenhaal #dastan x reader #prince of persia headcanons #prince of persia imagines

[slyvieselkie]

Patrick Swayze - Soulmate Cliche

Hi Lovelies, finally found my drive to write a third addition to the cliche series! Patrick Swayze is one of my top celebrity crushes, so please enjoy!

Warning: mention of appearance shaming, crass language, mention of sexual activity (not the reader)

"So Jennifer, how was it to be able to find your soulmate? I mean, that must've been difficult to comprehend!"

The girl smiled before turning to her partner and giggling, "Definitely...it was quite sudden as well. I was just walking down the street when all of a sudden...I was looking myself from a different perspective. It was quite jarring, you know, because you don't usually get to see yourself from someone else's eyes."

"What about you, Andy?", the brunette grinned, "Well I was working at time, in the coffee shop, and in a blink of an eye, I just saw myself working from the window outside", "And how did you feel about that", "Thought I looked pretty good that day!"

The three of them shared a booming laughter with the audience, but unfortunately, you couldn't join them. Because the phenomenon of finding your soulmate became more common everyday, it seemed like you were an outlier.

Ignorant to your pain, the host turned to stare right at you, "Since the first incident of this in 1954, the once miracle of finding your soulmate, is becoming more common. This is especially true amongst young adults, where 70% of the demographic from 18-23 have officially found their soulmates. Signs of this magic include being able to see from your partner's perspective, hearing their thoughts, and being able to discern their lies. However, do not be sad if you haven't found one. Just because you don't have one now-"

With a scowl you turned off the television and scowled, "Oh shut up, just worry about yourself."

However, after a moment your scowl melted into a frown once you hear your roommate and her soulmate in her bedroom. 'This is ridiculous', you groaned and quickly grabbed your jacket before leaving the place. Walking out into the chilly open, you immediately made a mental note to add 'no sex with other people in the house' on the not to do list.

Doing a lap around the block, you kicked a pebble remembering how everyone in your life has a soulmate now. Your older sister has been married to her soulmate for over two years, your younger brother just found his last year, and all of your friends have been fawning over theirs.

Is this soulmate thing really that great? 'Of course it is', you think bitterly. The whole world instantly softens into play dough when the word 'soulmate' is mentioned. People's eyes glimmer like gems at their loved one, and they seemed so content with their life. Like the final puzzle piece had filled up that hole. Even the bitches and assholes turn into angels around their soulmate. Everyone just seemed so much happier than you. Maybe that's because your black hole was still wide open.

What to do, what to do. Your mother reassures you that the time will come, but you don't want that time, you want it now. You want it now so that you're not having to walk around in the cold because you're jealous and bitter of your goddam roommate.

Somehow you made it into the city and vanished into the currents of people. It was tight and uncomfortable, people pushed passed you and cut you off, they were loud and annoying. But that was exactly what you needed to distract yourself. So slowly in the comfort of the swarming city, you found your shoulders relaxing and your irritation disappearing.

Entering a Starbucks, you ordered some wild neon drink and sat in a small corner next to the window. Coughing on the intense sweetness, your mind was somehow brought to a conversation you with your father.

It was the day after 'you' had supposedly ruined Thanksgivings a few years back. Where there is joy, there is humor, and where there is humor, you are most likely the butt of the joke. One of your cousins had made a insensitive joke about your appearance. While everyone gleefully laughed, your family seemed quite uncomfortable. It was nothing out of the ordinary, so you hummed and kept on eating the chicken pie. But then, an aunt began to joke that you must be cursed not to have a soulmate.

So you snorted, "You have quite the loose mouth, must be easy deep-throating everyone but your soulmate. I wonder if your pussy's the same."

There was an uproar, your aunt shot up spluttering nonsense while your grand parents gasped in virgin shock. You just continued eating while staring at her fiery eyes, your parents were left to deal with the complaints from the rest of the family about your rudeness towards your elders. Then there was an elbow to your side, you turned to your sister who winked with a smirk. You kicked her back grinning.

After that, you started going to your mother's side of the family for Thanksgiving. Way better food and people. But back to the main point.

At home your father had sat you down, "Hey-", "Do you blame me for it?", you asked him plainly.

But your heart was pounding and you pursed your lips, hoping that at least the man who shared your blood would support you. But then again, he also shared the same blood with the woman who insulted you. So, who would this man choose?

His face fell, "Of course I would, your aunt was completely out of line and while I don't agree with your methods...she definitely deserved it", a small smile grew on your face, "It was good right?", the man chuckled looking away, "...Don't tell your mother that."

You two giggled and he flicked your forehead, "Enough of that! Now...", he sighed reaching to hold your hands, "This won't be the last time it will happen to you."

Your smile fell, "As this soulmate thing starts becoming popular, I want you to know that it's okay not to have found your soulmate. There will be people who look down on you, and you will become jealous of them. You'll want to be them and grief, wondering why you're not as lucky or happy as them."

He continued squeezing your hands tightly, "But, fate doesn't work that way. Destiny has a plan for you, and it will come sooner or later. Don't want a soulmate just because everyone has one, want a soulmate because you need them. Your soulmate will come when you're ready to accept them for who they are, rather than the tale they represent. Then, maybe just then, you'll find your soulmate and you'll treat them right."

Before you knew it, you were already walking out of the Starbucks. After moving to the other side of the state to continue your studies, your interaction with your family was quite limited. Stress piled on one after another, and it seemed rude to push it onto your family. So you stayed away from them. Maybe that was why you had forgotten the warmth of your mother, the wisdom of your father, and the comfort of your siblings. Maybe that was what made you bitter.

A smile grew on your face as you took out your phone when someone called out to you. Confused you spun around and found a high school classmate approaching you, linking arms with a well dressed man.

You smiled, "Hey."

The three of you stood talking for a few minutes when your former classmate giggles, "Oh so sorry to keep you for so long! Hope your soulmate doesn't mind too much."

And instead of rolling your eyes or growing grumpy, you just shrugged, "It's fine, I don't-"

Suddenly you felt like a force was pushing you out of your own body and into someone else's. Then, there you stood staring at your own back in surprise. And god did you look horrible, messy hair sticking everywhere and wrinkly clothes clearly exposing how your worst side. Holy shit, fate really enjoyed to fuck with you.

Just like that, you were back in your own body, "H-Hey, are you alright?!", you whispered to the worried couple, "Sorry but...I need to get out here!"

You always imagined meeting your soulmate in a small cafe or maybe at a flower park, while you were looking your prettiest in a sundress and he was insanely handsome. He'd be a gentleman and approach you with a charming smile, asking to meet up with you properly on another date to an intimate dinner or somewhere fancy. You'd be perfect for each other, happy ever after blah blah blah.

Yet here you were, running down the streets panicking while fate messed with your vision and head. You could hear your soulmate confused and worried about why on earth they were playing a game of chase. Embarrassed, you could only yelp apologies to the people around you as you made you great escape. However, it wasn't so great when a strong force stopped you from crossing the road and successfully fleeing.

Butterflies rose and danced in your stomach as a smooth voice panted in your ear, "Y-You're quite the track star", and you squeak, "You too, why did you chase me?"

There was a chuckle, "Don't I have to ask you that, why are you running?", before you could answer there was a gasp, "I-It's Patrick Swayze! Oh my gosh!"

Heart jumping out of your body, you spin around and stared into the otherworldly eyes of the movie star himself, "O-Oh my gosh", your legs gave way and the man quickly held you up by your waist, "Woah, careful darling!"

His sweet nickname had you digging your shy face into his chest, the man looked down amused before whispering, "How about we get out of here?"

Melting like ice cream on a hot day, you could only nod but the man's lips grazed your forehead, "Use your words, sweetheart", "Y-Yes...please."

And just like that, your own movie star carried you away winking at the cameras.

Thank you so much to all of my lovelies who read this.

Unfortunately, I can't say this is my favourite, however it does hit close to home since someone close to has been experiencing these feelings of loneliness and not having a partner or lover by their side. Therefore, to all of those feeling a little lonely, it's okay, the time will come soon enough.

Until next time ♡

#reader insert #real person fiction #short story #long reads #romance #patrick swayze #actor #soulmate au

[itsonlybaby]

𐙚ᣟ݂﹒𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 - 𝐦. 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧﹒

◜♡﹒﹒𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭﹒𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭﹒𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

was inspired by this song

Monty Green - Arkadia

꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ ⸝⸝ you've been crushing on monty for years now, and you decide it's time to give him a hint, which doesn't go as planned ﹒ 　 ⊹ 　⤷ cw: fluff, cursing, sad talk, sfw

"I think you should just tell him," Octavia states, messing with some of the trinkets I kept on my dresser.

We were sitting in my room, which I shared with Monty. He had been my best friend for years so it wasn't weird when we offered to pair our rooms given the limited space since Arkadia crashed.

"I can't just tell him, what if he rejects me?" My fingers ran through my hair, nervously playing with it.

"Then he rejects you, why don't you try flirting with him at least?"

Octavia usually had good advice, and it would've been good. If I knew how to flirt. I hadn't flirted with anyone since I realized my feelings for Monty.

Octavia must've noticed the look of terror on my face, "Relax your eyes, and flutter your eyelashes."

I did as told and she bursted out laughing.

"Don't blink, flutter, make it look effortless." Her advice was confusing but I tried.

"Perfect!" Octavia spoke enthusiastically, earning a smile from me.

"So what should I say?" I ask, still confused about how relaxing my eyes will help me.

Octavia thought momentarily, "Ask him out for a drink!"

I shot up and hugged her tightly, I was grateful to have her for advice like this. She returned the hug.

"Go, I'll be with Lincoln if you need me."

I nodded and smiled brightly before walking off to find Monty, I checked the bar first, then the rovers, and finally found him in the tech room. Of course.

I knocked on the open door and he quickly turned around to check. His hair was in the usually messy side sweep and he wore a guard jacket. I always thought he looked cute in it.

"Hey, Monty," I greeted, walking over to the chair beside him.

Monty quickly reverted his attention to the screen, I had no clue what any of it meant. He tried to teach me a few times but I just never got the gist of it.

"Hey, what did you need?" He asks, eyes still glued to the screen. I was surprised he didn't need glasses yet.

"I was just bored, what are you up to?"

"Just watching how far Raven can get with our new trackers. It was her idea, she's awesome."

It was silly but for some reason, I felt my heart pang at this. Raven was amazing, she was smart and beautiful, and I was silly not to see it before. Monty and Raven are pretty close.

"Yeah, she's amazing," I say, hurt lacing my voice. Monty seemed to into the screen to notice. It was a shame Octavia's advice went to waste.

"I'll get going then," I say, standing up and taking my leave, not waiting for a reply.

I thought about going to Octavia and Lincoln's room but I didn't wanna be a bother, so I ended up at the bar on my third drink.

I had forgotten how much time had passed, the only thing clouding my mind was Monty, how he didn't even seem to care that I left. Was I just misreading his signals?

I can't believe the boy who has been my best friend for years didn't tell me about his feelings for Raven, the boy who's been there for me for years, the boy who seen me at my best and my worst, the boy who comforted me when I was sad, the boy who got sick with me just to take care of me, it was all nothing in the end.

I was finishing up my third cup when I heard a voice from behind me.

"How many have you had?"

A voice I know all too well. Monty.

"Look who it is," I say teasingly, spinning around on the bar stool.

Monty frowns at me, and I feel a little piece of me get sad at myself for making him frown.

"How many?" He asks again, in a more stern tone.

"Three about to be four, Sinclair!" I shout, Monty shaking his head at Sinclair when he appears.

So not fair, he can do whatever he wants but I can't have a few drinks.

"We should get you to bed, it's getting late." Sincerity was evident in his tone. God, why did he have to care? It makes all of this so much harder

Since Sinclair wouldn't serve me drinks anymore I agreed to head back to our room, I hobbled off of the chair, thankful Monty caught me as I almost fell.

The walk to the room was long, partially because I kept randomly stopping and mumbling incoherently but after a few minutes we finally made it.

Opening the door I stumbled in without Monty's help and plopped on the bed, exhaustion and sadness hitting me like a brick.

Monty started taking off my shoes and jacket for me, and I soon felt myself starting to cry uncontrollably. Monty noticed immediately.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong? Are you hurt?"

The tears couldn't stop no matter how hard I tried, it was embarrassing ugly crying in front of him.

"Go be with Raven," I say between sobs, trying to calm my breathing.

His face turned to one of confusion, processing what I was saying- or trying to say.

"Raven is with Kyle, I got worried about you so I went to find you." He took my hand into him, rubbing circles on the back of my palm, bringing comfort to me.

"But she's so awesome and smart and beautiful." My sobs started to calm down.

He seemed to understand what I was referencing, his face turned to relief.

"I meant her GPS tracker, Raven is cool but," Monty hesitated, "I think you're the most beautiful girl I've seen." He gave me a small smile and searched my eyes.

A wave of red crashed on my cheeks, now becoming aware of the situation, thank god I still had some alcohol in my system.

"I really wanna kiss you," I spoke softly, my eyes staring at his lips, it was his turn to blush now.

I started to lean in until our lips met in a sweet kiss. Every worry I had before now faded with one simple kiss.

I pulled away with a small, cheeky smile. Pure joy replaced every ounce of sadness I had before. My smile was returned.

"Does this mean I can kiss you whenever I want?" Monty asked, a goofy smile on his face.

"Whenever you want." I giggled.

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#♱）monty green ﹒୨୧ #monty green #monty #monty the 100 #the 100 fanfic #the 100 monty #the 100 fanfiction #the 100 #monty greenn x reader #monty x reader #monty green the 100 #monty green fluff #monty green angst #x reader #fluff #oneshot #monty green oneshot #jealousy #octavia blake #octavia

[hyucklog]

in his pants ☆ part two

ningning x yangyang

warnings: cum eating, vaginal sex, oral ( f&m receiving ) , nipple play? Tittie sucking , unsafe sex ( no use of condom, ningning is on birth control ), blow jobs , hand jobs, bff chenle, bye they're basically all hidden queers, Ningning embraces the title slut, gamer boy chenle, there's wholesome relationships hidden underneath the sex I promise, they r idols bcus that's just how it is idk man, Winter best roommate!!, 00 line aespa + mark 4lifers, mentioned threesome, casual relationships, pet names, excessive use of "pretty" and "angel", slut shaming, bathroom sex, semi public sex (I mean the door could've been opened at any time)

smut , fluff

ayo the switch in this part is so random they just go from laughing to fucking in a bathroom.

Ningning left Jisung's room with one glance back at Chenle, who had taken to making the room look as normal as possible. Then, she found herself being tackled into a hug from Yangyang who noticed her as she tried to get Renjun's attention.

So, here she was, in the middle of a conversation with disgustingly handsome young men, with Yangyang's arms wrapped around her body. She felt..almost hot inside. She knew she was wet again, when she rubbed her thighs together as she moved her position. Yangyang's hand brushing her arm every now and then, tickling her skin, set fire inside her. 

And it was embarrassing, the fact that Chenle just gotten her off and she wanted to go again.

"Hol' up," Mark doubled back and narrowed his eyes at Ningning. "You and Chenle are friends?"

Ningning sat up a little straighter at the attention on her, no longer slouching into Yangyang. "Yes."

"..Nothing more, right?"

Ningning laughed at the suggestion. "Please, we all know Chenle has the hugest crush on Zhao Liying." 

Mark grinned at the mention of the actor. "Alright..just wouldn't want you two getting in trouble..for doing anything."

"Shut up, Mark," Jungwoo said. "Are you guys fooling around?" he gave Ningning excited eyes. She blinked. "You know what that is, right? Like, fucking. Having sex? Mutual masturbation? Pegging? Rimming? Pussy eating? Blowjobs? Handjobs? Finger sucking? Nipple sucking? It's gotta be something, because I can't even stand watching Chenle play video games for-"

Johnny smacked Jungwoo on the leg, trying to hold back a grin. "Don't scare the poor girl. I'm sure she hasn't heard much about that."

"No, I have," Ningning assured them, "I just prefer to do it with people that aren't my best friend's."

"Ah, a woman of taste."

Jisung scoffed at Jeno's words. "She's literally younger than me and you still call me a baby. The math isn't mathing."

"Shut up, maknae," Jaemin hushed him. "Ningning, I really like your outfit. That skirt is super cute."

Ningning looked down at the fabric. It had rolled up slightly, so she pulled it down while readjusting her position. It was a beige corduroy mini skirt with extra pockets. "Thank you."

Yangyang cooed at her quietly, hands tickling her sides lightly. "My favorite China line SM idol besides myself~"

"I'm deadass offended," Ten scoffed. "Don't come to my room later looking for cuddles, Yangyang."

When Ningning made eye contact with Jisung, he nodded his head slightly. Shit, maybe Jisung does know? So Ningning cocked her head to the side and raised her eyebrows mouthing, "You know?" Jisung brow furrowed in confusion. 

"What we were doing," Ningning said quietly. It was enough for Jisung to catch from across the room, but not enough for others to fully understand while being immersed in Ten and Yangyang's squabble.

Jisung nodded with a small smile, looking almost amused.

When Yangyang surged forward to smack Ten on the arm, Ningning, who was still wrapped in a hug from him, went halfway forward with him. She had to put her hand on his shoulder and thigh to stabalize herself, and after that Taeyong made Yangyang leave her alone because he "almost hurt her". 

She was still stupidly hot inside, and just about ready to say goodbye so she could get home and masturbate, but then Chenle came into the living room, plopping himself down next to Jisung (who Ningning had been moved to sit next to after Yangyang almost pulled her to the floor).

There was a glance shared between the three that the older members caught this time, raising their eyebrows as they had a conversation silently. 

"Are we missing something?" Ten voiced confidently. Ningning turned to him, eyes widened comically.

"No," Jisung said quickly, fumbling over his words underneath the stares of the members. "Nothing."

"Is this a throuple thing?" said Yangyang, snickering. 

"Shut up," Chenle said, rolling his eyes. "Ten, get your baby."

"Hey."

Ningning to the rescue. "Chenle told me that Jisung was beating his score in League of Legends, but Jisung didn't know-well, now he does, but.."

Jisung snickered on cue, sticking his tongue out at Chenle. "Ha," and he whispered, "bitch."

Chenle raised a hand, no fire in his eyes.

 

Ningning didn't even remember how she got here. Here being underneath Yangyang in on of the SM bathrooms. The door locked. Yangyang's hands on her thighs, kneading the flesh. Her ass on the cold sink, Yangyang having set her down there in the heat of the moment. His teeth nipping at her collarbones, those collarbones, the ones like peaks of mountains. 

"Mm," he hummed against her neck, letting his mouth roam to a lower region where he could leave a hickey - he respected Ningning, and knew for a fact she had to wear things that revealed her neck on the regular.

Ningning bristled underneath him. "I'm sensitive," she told him in warning. Forehead dropping against his shoulder, forcing him to move his hands down to her hips and leave his face buried in her neck. "I get..."

"Get turned on easily?" Yangyang guessed, a lilt of amusement in his tone as he pulled her panties down to her ankles. Her skirt was rolled up against her abdomen (it was expensive; she was glad it wasn't taken off and discarded on the floor.) "Hm," he said. "I can tell." Thumb against her clit, lips latched to her neck. Sucking, but not enough to make a dark mark. 

He moved his thumb in slow, controlled circles, enjoying how Ningning breathed shakily, biting her thumb to hold in her pretty noises. Hips rolling in an attempt to get more friction. Desperately wanting to be touched. To be fucked. Fuck.

"Tch tch," he cooed when her hand found his and pushed it harder. He pushed it away, rubbing the skin tenderly. "Be patient, baby."

"Hnng," she breathed. Cheeks burning in embarrassment afterwards. It wasn't like this with Chenle. Where they both knew what they liked and what they sounded like. Where Ningning didn't have to be embarrassed when her mouth made natural responses to his actions. Where Chenle wasn't embarrassed to moan when she gave him head or a handjob; they started as friends, they were comfortable to begin with.

But Yangyang was her sunbae. Not her friend. He was older than her by two years, a handsome Chinese idol that she looked up to. He was a talented rapper, a talented vocalist, a talented dancer. He was funny, too. And he was Chenle's friend, so she respected him for that, as well. He was her ge. Not her friend.

"You sound so pretty," he whispered, nipping at her earlobe. "Be louder, baby. There's a fan on."

"Mhm," she shook her head, letting out a shaky, shallow breath as he slid his middle finger inside her hole. Curling it up. Fingers rubbing her g-spot. "Oh!" Hips rolling forward, hot breath hitting Yangyang's neck. Ass almost slipping off of the sink. He gripped her waist with one hand and stedied her. 

Yangyang pulled back from her neck, smiling down at her. "You're so cute, Yizhuo." Ningning breathed out, eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy. "Does Chenle not treat you well?" he snickered. "Or have you not seen him recently?"

"Haven't..seen him recently," she choked out. "Fuck! Keep going.."

"So worked up," Yangyang murmured. "Just one finger." He put in his index finger. Her hole showed little resistance. She winced for a moment, but the stretch was familiar. 

"You try having someone massage your fucking prostate. It's the same with the g-spot, you - fuck, ge!" A third finger, adding to the pleasure. The stretch burned. Her body on fire. Eyes too heavy to keep open. Chest heaving, legs clenched around Yangyang's narrow hips. Ningning winced, again, face scrunching. Yangyang watched her carefully, and when she relaxed, he curled up his middle finger, surging the others forward. 

Easily knocking the air out of her.

"Ang..ge, please. Just.."

"Just what?" Yangyang murmured. Placing soft, wet kisses against her forehead, trailing them down to her cheek, ending by the corner of her lips. Tongue dipping in her already wet mouth. She eagerly turned her head, latching their lips together, pulling them closer. The curl of Yangyang's lip against hers was a little too smug, but she didn't pay attention - fuck, he was good at kissing.

He made her body buzz.

And when he fumbled to unbutton his jeans, cock springing from his boxers as he tugged them down partially, gripping her ass and positioning her to take his cock. Pressing the head against her hole. Slipping the head in. Letting her gasp at the stretch. His fat cock slapping against her folds. 

"In," she begged breathlessly. "In, please. I can take it, I can."

He didn't need to be told twice. Driving his hips down, slamming them against hers. The grip he had on her hips bruising. She was so tight, clenching around him. Driving him insane. He had to move slowly, breathing hard against her hair, dragging his cock in her sensitive walls. 

"Good?"

"Good, good," she cried breathlessly. "Go harder!"

"Feels good? You're so tight." Yangyang breathes out each word.

Yangyang cups her face. Lips connecting to yours, hot mouths intertwining.

Yangyang's big hands clutch her waist. Cock thrumming inside her. He desperately wants to flip her around and bend her over. Give her every inch of length. Let his balls slap against her cunt. Make her cream his cock. His hips fall into rapid motion, teeth digging into her neck. Breathing harshly into his neck with each thrust. Her body shaking. Eyes squeezed shut, lips pressed together in an attempt to stifle her whines into a small breathes. She failed, of course, letting out a loud, broken gasp as his thumb pressed down on her clit, adding to the stimulation.

She came all over his cock. Fluids dripping out of her hole, oozing down his cock. Putting all his efforting into thrusting one last time, releasing inside of her. Pulling back, tenderly brushing sticky hair out of her face. 

"You there?" he asked, patting her cheek with a finger. She nodded, blinking slowly. "You did so good."

"I know," she said, letting her head fall to the back of the mirror with a shaky breath. "I don't think I've ever been fucked that hard."

"Oh, I'm sorry," said Yangyang, reaching over with his free hand to grab a handful of napkins. "We've gotta get you cleaned up."

"I can do it," she told him, opening her eyes and sitting up. She pulled up her skirt, wary of getting it messy. He helped her as she stood, holding up her skirt as she wiped herself, looking away out of respect. "I'm good, I can clean myself up. Get yourself ready, ge."

"Shit," he looked at the clock on the wall, pulling his boxers and sweats up. "I have practice in 20 minutes."

Ningning laughed as she wet a paper towel. "Ge, that's stupid. We could've done this any other time. Here," she grabbed her phone from the pocket of her skirt. "The code's 0002. Put your number in."

Yangyang grinned as he tied his sweats, pushing back his sweaty hair. Opening her contacts, pressing the plus. Naming his contact as, the best fuck of my life, and slipping it back into the pocket of her skirt as she pulled up her cute pink panties. Staring into the mirror, washing her hands before wiping at the edges of her eyeliner. Wincing at the collected mascara underneath her eye.

"Fuck, you really are good, ge. Chenle hasn't made me cry since the first time we hate fucked."

"He goes easy on you," Yangyang told her knowingly. "I have makeup wipes," he told her, pulling them out. He took out a wipe, grabbing her chin gently for her to face him. Taking it up to her eye, easily wiping the excess mascara off. "I snatched them from Areum noona last week. They come in handy."

Ningning rolled her eyes, grinning up at him. 

"There, all good."

Yangyang rubbed her back, hands slipping to her thighs. Rubbing the skin, massaging her muscles. "You're not too sore, right?"

"Not that sore.." she hummed. "Chenle will give me a massage later, in exchange for me waxing his ass."

"Jisung," Yangyang said knowingly. "God, we really are all gay. You like girls, too?"

"Hm. Had a crush on Yuna my first day at Music Bank."

"Stop," Yangyang snickered, opening the bathroom door. Ningning went out before him, looking around. Empty hallways. "Yuna's really pretty - I think Jisung was in love with her for, like, a week. Or that's what Jaemin says."

"Jaemin is so fine," Ningning whistled.

"Seriously!" Yangyang agreed loudly. "Oops. Sorry. But he's so fucking muscley - his abs, I swear to god, to die for!"

"You ever seen them?"

"No, unfortunately. Other than that one concert Dream had where he flashed them. And, Renjun told me how they are."

"Renjun ge?" Ningning laughed, astonished. "I will never see him the same. I kinda want a piece of Xiaojun, too. He's fine as hell."

Yangyang tched. "You won't even let me hug him, that tsundere whore."

"Alright, ge," she patted his shoulder. "Have fun at practice. I'll talk to you later."

"Yeah, text me."

#nct dream smut #ningning smut #yangyang smut #yangyang scenarios #yangyang hard hours #yangyang imagines #yangyang smut imagines #00 line smut

[mementomoriifics]

Red Hot - Kirishima x Reader (NSFW)

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, alpha!Kiri, omega!reader, mating cycles, mating bites, some blood, unprotexted sex (don't do this kids), knotting

Wordcount: 2475

Author's Note: Kirishima is 18+ in this fic. it's also a rework of an old fic from a deleted account so if you recognize this, shhh no you don't

AO3 link

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Living with Kirishima Eijiro currently felt like the biggest mistake you’ve ever made in your life.

Not because he was a bad roommate or anything, no, far from it. Kirishima was nothing if not courteous. He always paid his share of the rent and utilities on time, he gave you your space, gave you heads up about when he would be out of town and such. In short, a model roommate.

You’d even been eager as hell to move in with the man you’d called your best friend ever since high school. (And your crush but that’s a part you were very much denying)

In your eagerness, however, you’d overlooked two key factors.

One, you were an omega, he an alpha

Two, you would inevitably go into heat. In your shared living space. While the alpha was just in the other room, smelling like leather and strawberries and driving you absolutely mad.

When the inevitable happened, you’d ignored the red flags at first. Like how Kirishima smelled even better than he usually did. Or how it felt like someone had been dicking around with the thermostat. Or why you had started to hoard everything soft and comfortable in the apartment.

And as luck would have it, it didn’t dawn on you that your heat had started until it was much too late.

You woke up one morning, your head feeling like it was stuffed full of cotton balls. The next thing you noticed was how absolutely warm you felt, kicking off the blankets to get some fresh air. You were confused, until you felt how wet you were. Your thighs were coated in slick and panic rose in you.

You cast a glance at your alarm clock and shot a prayer to whatever deity was listening that Kirishima had already left for his shift two hours ago. Your worrying wasn’t over, though, as you fumbled with your phone while you were still coherent and called out of work.

Your boss, a beta you got along with decently well, was thankfully extremely understanding about the situation. Not that it made the entire ordeal less embarrassing.

The rest of the day you seemed to float by solely on your instincts. With the fuzzy feeling in your head persisting, you made a nest for a mate you didn’t have, piling together whatever clothes, pillows and blankets you could find. You’d even swiped Kirishima’s Crimson Riot branded blanket, one of his most prized possessions.

That made you feel guilty, just a little.

Said blanket, however, proved to be the anchor still keeping you grounded as your heat worsened. You would bury your face into it, Kiri’s scent filling your senses. It made you feel safe, protected in a way. Just like how Kirishima had always been that for you, like a rock for you to lean on, pun intended. So selfless and strong and handsome…

You had long foregone any sort of modesty, your hand having found its home between your trembling thighs as you kept pressing your face into the blanket you stole.

You felt guilty about doing so, but your instincts overpowered your rational thinking.

Kirishima hadn’t asked for this, for you to defile his stuff, for you to masturbate to the thought of him, and you were eighty percent sure your friend was pining after Bakugo. He had to be, with the awe he carried in his voice whenever the blond was brought up in conversation.

There was no way in hell he’d mate with you, or mark you, and you felt something akin to heartbreak at the thought of it all.

But your heat riddled thoughts were quick to dismiss your hurt, wanting nothing more than for Kiri to come home, find you a dripping wet mess and fuck pups into you. For those sharp teeth to sink into your shoulder to mark you, for his hands to grip your hips so hard he’d leave behind bruises. For him to wreck you completely. Your feelings were something you could sort through later. The only thing relevant now was the burning need that made itself your master.

Your fantasies about Kirishima were running rampant as you fingered yourself, three fingers knuckle deep inside yourself as you pictured them being his instead. You needed relief, you needed-

“Eijirou!”

You all but screamed as your climax washed over you, making your whole body shake at the intensity of it. Your face was dug into the blanket, taking in every bit of Kirishima’s scent still lingering on it. You were drooling, feeling achingly empty as your body contracted to milk a cock that wasn’t there.

You were panting, coming down from your high as you looked towards the door briefly, a vague part of you thinking of getting some water. That thought was quickly flung out the window as to your absolute horror, Kirishima stood in your doorway, gym bag falling from his hand.

Tears of embarrassment welled up in your eyes as you pulled the nearest object - that fucking blanket - over yourself to hide. To safe at least a little of your modesty, though you were pretty sure Kirishima now got an eyeful of all of you.

“Kiri, I’m sorry. I didn’t- I’m-”

You were properly crying at this point, dread and embarrassment coiling inside of your head. Your roommate and best friend had just caught you fucking yourself to the idea of him. How long had he stood there? How much had he seen?

God, if the earth could swallow you whole, you’d be grateful.

A sudden calming wave of Kirishima’s scent filled the room, forcing your shaking body to relax. You heard him come closer, the bed dipping as he sat down on it.

You refused to leave your self-made cocoon of shame, not wanting to face Kirishima right now. But it seemed he had different plans.

He carefully peeled the blanket away, his face almost matching his long, spiky hair as he looked at you. There was a look of concern etched on his face that took you entirely off guard.

“Are… Are you okay?”

You blinked a few times, a little baffled by his reaction to the situation. You nodded, biting your bottom lip and ignoring a fresh wave of tears.

“You were… You’re in-”

“-heat, yeah.” you finished his sentence, looking away and wanting nothing more than to hide under the blanket again.

Kirishima cleared his throat, shifting in place. Sweat started to appear on his forehead, his scent more potent.  It was obvious you were getting to him. Or rather, your heat was doing things to him. But sweet, sweet Kiri was too much of a gentleman to act on it. The feeling of guilt got worse and the tears finally spilled.

“Can I… Help?” He asked, his voice soft. You cast a sideways glance at him and he seemed to be giving you puppy eyes you didn’t think alpha’s were capable of.

Your heart both melted and broke a little bit. Kirishima was too kind for his own good, too caring. You didn���t deserve-

“What about Bakugo?” You blurted out, Kirishima looking very confused.

“What about-? What do you mean?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Aren’t you,” you swallowed, looking down and second guessing your assumptions. “Aren’t you… In love with-”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence, the redhead laughing loudly. His shoulders shook with mirth as he doubled over, one hand on his stomach. Your face turned even redder, something you didn’t think possible at this point.

“What? No! Bakubro is bonded to Uraraka. He’s just my best buddy.” Kirishima snickered, still shaking with laughter. “I mean, sure he's kinda cute in a manly way but like,... He's taken, dude. Besides, I have a giant crush on you! I thought it was obvious.”

You froze, your heart skipping a beat. Your eyes widened as they darted to Kiri again, who’s face now definitely matched his hair, his smile fading.

“It wasn’t..?”

You shook your head, opening your mouth to say something but your heat thought otherwise. You crumpled forward, hand gripping Kiri’s bicep tightly as you moaned.

“Hey, easy!” Kirishima spoke, broad hands taking a hold of your upper arms to keep you steady. “I got you.”

The words were meant as reassuring but instead only fanned the flames that were in your lower stomach. It felt like you were burning up and it only got worse when you looked up at him.

Kiri’s pupils were dilated with desire, his mouth parted slightly as his breath came out in soft pants. His tongue darted out briefly to wet those kissable lips. You felt pinned in place by this stare and it made you feel so small and so fucking horny.

“Ei-chan. I need you, please.” You whined, using an old nickname you knew would get him. Eijirou growled, all but ripping his tank top off his body in his hurry to get undressed.

“Don’t worry, Omega. Your Alpha’s got you.”

You moaned loudly at the statement, back arching off the bed. Your hand found itself between your thighs again on instinct earning a soft "fuck." fron the alpha. Kirishima got up for a moment, ridding himself of his shorts and boxers, the seams of the garments protesting at his rough movements.

The scent radiating off of Eijirou grew more potent, more overwhelming. Your head swam with it and one instinctual thought came to the forefront of your lust-addled mind: He was going into a rut.

“Ei-chan. Please.” You moaned again, spreading your thighs for him in an attempt to coax him between them.

You eyed his length shamelessly as he stood there for a moment, taking in the sight of you. Your mouth started to water. It was bigger than you'd imagined, curving up deliciously. A black happy trail leading from Kiri's belly button down to the hard dick you wanted in you so damn bad it almost hurt.

The pro hero growled, having had enough of waiting and finally climbed between your legs. He pressed needy kissed against your neck and shoulders, taking in the smell of you.

“Patience. I’ll make you feel better soon.” He mumbled, one hand gripping your thigh and hiking it over his hip. You felt his length grind against you, gasping as the underside rubbed against your oversensitive clit.

“You made such a good nest for us.” He praised you, a warm feeling blooming in your chest. You wrapped your arms around Kirishima’s shoulders, digging your fingers in his waist length hair as he kept talking. “You will be such a good mom for our pups.”

“Give me- I need-” you whimpered, hands now gripping fistfuls of his hair, making the hero growl low in his chest.

“I will, Omega. I’ll give you exactly what you need.” He spoke, a hand reaching down so he could line his dick up with your entrance. With one, smooth thrust, he was knot deep in you, your head tipping back and exposing your neck in a quiet show of submission. Kirishima pressed kisses up and down the column of your throat, sharp teeth grazing the delicate skin there. He seemed to revel in the feeling of you around him but you wanted - no, needed - more.

You whimpered, moving your hips in an attempt to get him to fuck you. Kirishima, seemingly hellbent on drawing things out, nipped at your throat, a non verbal warning.

His senses seemed to return for a moment.

“Are you okay? Can I-?”

You nodded, wrapping your legs around Eijirou’s thick waist.

“Please, I’ve been ready since you caught me.” you half whined, half complained.

That was all the pro hero needed, dragging his length out of you at a painfully slow pace before thrusting back in so hard he almost knocked the wind out of you.

The pace he set was hard and a little rough, his hands and mouth gentle as he held you close, pressing kisses against any part of exposed skin he could reach.

“You smell so good, Omega. And you feel like heaven. So good. So… So… I want to-”

Kiri was lost for words, all the blood in his brain having vacated and moved south. His teeth gently scraped over the junction between your neck and shoulder, the place he could mark you. Where you wanted him to bite down badly.

He seemed to hesitate, his mouth parting and teeth nipping but never committing to a bite. It drove you to the brink of madness. You both wanted each other, right? Why was he hesitating?

After the so manieth nip of pointed teeth, one of your hands flew to the back of his head, trying to force him down. His pace slowed, fucking you gentle and deep. It made your head spin.

“Please, Ei-chan. Do it. Please.”

“Are you sure?” He asked. “Do you want me?”

“I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.” You spoke with more clarity than you had since you woke up.

Something in him seemed to snap and Kirishima pressed a quick kiss on the sensitive patch of skin before his lips parted, sharp teeth sinking into your skin. You cursed, holding onto Kirishima, your Alpha, for dear life.

Every fiber of your body seemed to sizzle with pleasure as the redhead pushed his knot into you. It took only a few, slow grinds of the alpha’s hips into yours for you to plummet over the edge, Eijirou groaning into the bite as he followed shortly after, knot swelling impossibly fat inside of you. The burning in your gut slowly faded, Kiri pulling back from your neck to look at you.

He looked borderline feral, hair a mess and blood staining his mouth. You smiled, gently smoothing down the unruly locks with shaky hands. He grinned at you.

“My Omega.” he said, smiling before he leaned down, nuzzling his nose against yours.

“My Alpha.” You echoed, leaning in and stealing a soft kiss for your… Boyfriend? Yes. Boyfriend. You liked how that sounded.

“’m tired.” You mumbled, hissing as Kirishima slowly withdrew his knot for you with an almost cartoonishly wet pop that made your face burn. The pro hero pressed a soft kiss on your forehead, gathering you up in his arms and sinking back into the nest. You felt wonderfully small and safe, cocooned in an embrace of muscle and red hair.

“Then rest up a bit. Then we’ll get cleaned up and we’ll get some food in you.” Eijirou said, smiling to himself as you snuggled into his pec.

“I want omurice.” You mumbled, already drifting off as fatigue set in. Kiri chuckled, pressing a kiss onto the crown of your head.

“Then I’ll make you omurice. Anything for my Omega.”

You grinned like an idiot as you quietly drifted off, safe in the arms of your Alpha.

#kirishima x reader #kirishima eijirou x reader #mha imagine #mha x reader #bnha imagine #bnha x reader #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #not sfw #morii's fics #omegaverse #abo fic #whoop there it is

[bakugohoex]

“know your place...foolish girl”

pairing: ryomen sukuna x female reader

cw: tattoo artist sukuna, fluff, mentions of death, enemies to lovers, long fic, fluff, angst, language, slut shaming, nsfw (praise, jaw grabbing, nipple sucking, female receiving oral, unprotected sex, breeding, pet names, sir kink, finger sucking) 

word count: 14,400+

a/n: please don’t ask how i wrote this, it took like four days and I just had this urge to keep adding the points I wanted to add. posting this on ao3 later on tonight as well, so here’s the link to that. 

summary: in which one terrible meeting with sukuna leads you to be pushed into an unusual relationship with one another, with you both starting out hating one another, could you both really be friends?

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Birds circled around the area; the gloomy storms ready to cascade down onto the pavement. The need for a coffee fix was evident as you walked towards your favourite café, shouting through the phone at your friend, Yui who needed you once again. You didn’t care for her next want, instead barging through the doors of the place, a warm breath of air hitting you as you smelt the crushed coffee and appetising deserts lined up in front of you. Waiting in line as you continued to hear her ramble, “I’ll think about it.”

“I’ll take that as a yes, I’ll send you the address.” You rolled your eyes as you hanged up to order your coffee, she was never close to you. But when she needed something she’d always end up calling you. This time for company to get her first tattoo, she was a sweet girl, but could be a pain when in need.

Quickly ordering you waited to get your coffee, scrolling through the text message as she sent the time for later on tonight and the address in the inner parts of the city. It was an area you hadn’t been too, google maps wasn’t helping to get a true sense of the place. You tried zooming in as you shuffled backwards for others to wait for their coffee, instead meeting someone’s back. Apologising you stood still trying to zoom in as you moved away from the guy, he glared at you, watching how you squinted into your phone.

“Watch where you’re going?” He scowls as he barges past you, hitting your elbow as you finally lock eyes with the man.

His blushed pink hair would almost make him seem sweet, but the tattoos that adorned his arms and went right up to his neck gave an intimidating essence. His eyes flashed with a sadistic glee as he raised an eyebrow at you. “Sorry.” You mutter as you grab your coffee, seeing the fury of wind bashing against the trees as it looked like a scene out there.

He didn’t say anymore leaving to go into the weather, you didn’t question the mysterious man as you went back to your own coffee and phone. The outside of the tattoo place looked decent, somewhere where the ditsy girl you called your friend would definitely never go. But what could you do, you texted saying you’d meet her as you went out into the wind, a cold breath almost pushing you back inside as you took steady steps. Walking past the coffee shop, you saw the same guy from prior, tugging at his pink hair as drank his coffee. He looked pissed at whoever he was talking too, you didn’t pay any attention to him as you walked past him.

The wind had other plans, as he felt himself being dragged by the wind pushing right into you, coffee spilling on your clothes as this time you were the one to scowl at him. “What the fuck?”

“You talking to me.” His eyes flicked to your now brown stained shirt as the wind had seemed to calm down at the second you both touched.

You gave a glare as you didn’t know how to react to something like that, “you could apologise.” It was a mutter, but he heard you well enough to give you a look of disgust.

“Know your place.” He moved closer, almost towering on top of you as he came right up into your face in an unamused manner, “foolish girl.”

Your eyes widened as you had been keeping in a harsh breath, he left you standing there in silence, coffee staining into your skin and clothes as you finally let out a deep breath. You watched the pink haired boy leave without an apology as a fear ran down your spine at this man.

Shaking your head as you made the strenuous walk towards your apartment to find clothes that you could quickly wear before you met Yui. The multiple texts you’d gotten as you put your clothes to wash, different tattoo ideas she wanted, you ignored it as you put on semi decent clothes. The flash of the time being shown on your bedside table as you ran out of your apartment right to where you both had decided to meet.

The wind had calmed down a lot more as the brisk hues of yellows and reds began setting downwards, seeing her waiting on the road where the tattoo place was. She gave you a gleam as she grabbed your hand, almost dragging you into the place. Open brick cascaded down the walls as designs scattered against it, every design was intricate, beautiful even. You both began looking at the designs as you saw someone come down from the upstairs area, the stairs open as a man with black hair arrived.

“Hello ladies, how can I help you?” His hair reached to right down his back, partially up as stray strands adorned his face. Tattoos scoured his exposed arms as you saw a significant one run down his neck to meet another one of his tattoos.

He was attractive, a sense of mystery behind those black eyes of his. Yui spoke of her appointment as you continued looking around, scrolling through a collection of tattoos on the desk. You found some designs that you liked; you had never thought of getting a tattoo but seeing all the intricate designs that brought so much passion made your heart almost burst. “Those are Sukuna’s designs.”

A white-haired man came strolling past the desk, crystal blue eyes that brought so much depth as you traced the designs with your fingers. “They’re nice.”

“You getting any?” The man asked as Yui had started filling out some forms by your side.

You shake your head going back to look at the details of each one, “Sukuna should be down any minute.” The black-haired man spoke as both him and the white-haired man left to see some other clients that had come through the doors.

Yui looked more giddy than usual, those wide eyes as she eagerly paced beside you. “Ryo.” She whines as she sees someone she recognised; you didn’t turn to meet the man as you continued staring at Sukuna’s work.

“I told you not to call me that.” The man scowls behind you, the voice felt so familiar as if you had heard it before. You start to turn around to meet the man  when you feel him almost shout to you, “this the friend then?”

“Yeah, she loves your work.” You meet the man’s gaze as both of you stare at one another, with wide eyes and unsettling confusion.

You hadn’t realised but the white-haired man had come back and had been witnessing the two of you stare at one another. “Sukuna, that isn’t your ex-fuck is it….awkward.”

“Fuck off Satoru.” His eyes scanned back at you as Yui looked between the two of you in confusion, “what? Come here to make me pay for your washing.”

“What is wrong with you? I didn’t even say anything.” You retort back eyes lazily gazing his own, you could see his tattoos more clearly, the two lines on both his wrists and upper arms, the circles on his shoulders as you could just see the start of it.

“You’re here for some reason, I should be the one making you pay for my spilt coffee.” He grumbles back moving away from your friend and closer to your own body.

You watched him move his fingers to your jaw, hatred boiling up in your skin at his touch, “you’re blaming me for the winds action, what are you 5?”

“God…both of you are giving me a migraine.” A blonde arrived carrying what looked like sliced bread  as he looked at Sukuna and you. He had been watching the performance, seeing how both of you had become frustrated in a matter of seconds.

“Whatever, come on, let’s get your tattoo over and done with.” He muttered to Yui who was still confused.

You grabbed her arm making her stop as she stared right back at you, being an airhead really must be tough for her. “Who is that guy?”

“My boyfriend, I told you about him, remember?” You blinked a couple times in confusion as you repeated the word in your head. She had spoken about a boyfriend, but you assumed she meant someone cute like her and not a man covered in tattoos with a sadistic stupid grin.

You nodded letting her go as you leaned against the counter looking at Satoru and the blond, “is he always an ass or is it a special occasion.”

“He’s an ass to us, don't worry about him.” Satoru’s words were reassuring as the blond started wanting to know your relationship with his co-worker.

You nod as you wait in the reception, there had really been no reason for you to even go with your friend. She had left to get her stupid tattoo with her stupid boyfriend and now here you were on your own trying to act like you had stuff going in your life. The two having begun to talk between one another before you saw the black-haired man come back with his client. “Is Sukuna still in there?”

“Yeah knowing him he’s getting something other than money in return.” Satoru scoffed as he went to grab some of the sliced bread that the blond had been holding. The black-haired man stared at you in confusion before asking what occurred as he had heard shouting before. “Sukuna got all bitchy again, they know each other.”

“Oh you two fucked?”

“Not that it’s any of your business but no we didn’t fuck, he spilt coffee on me this morning.” You retorted as you crossed your arms not meeting the gazes of the three men. 

Satoru looked at his two friends as he gave a smirk to them both, “I’m surprised he didn’t make you pay for the coffee.”

“Just the coffee, if she wasn’t attractive he’d make her pay for being in the same proximity as her.” The black-haired man spoke as you watched the three men chuckle, disregarding their comment on your attractiveness. You rolled your eyes as you heard him speak again, “I’m Geto, that’s Satoru and Nanami, what’s yours then?”

“Y/n.” You had sat down on one of the couches in the waiting area, after the introductions an influx of customers who came in for their own bookings. Satoru waved goodbye as Nanami and Geto seemed to be pushed with clients into the respective areas. 

All three had their own intricate tattoos and designs, Nanami with a whole sleeve across his arm that went write up to his neck. You had seen how the couple open buttons in his shirt allowed wisps of black to be shown. Geto and the scattered tattoos across his arms and Satoru with his own mix and matches tattoos of different colours and shapes. You flicked through the booklet again, eyes scoring against Sukuna’s work. For such an arrogant piece of shit his work really was divine.

You heard Yui come out with Sukuna, dishevelled hair as Sukuna wiped her lipstick from his mouth. He glared at you as you refused to meet his eyes, the urge to punch him in his stupid face being prevalent. “Y/n, look isn’t it so cute.”

She showed you her thigh where the rose was, Sukuna looking at it with a roll of his eyes. It was nothing like the intricate designs you had seen in the booklet. You may not have known the man, but it just didn’t look like something he’d enjoy doing. She pulled her skirt back down; you could almost smell sex on her as she went up to Sukuna. He had told her what to use before she gave him a long kiss. You tried to not watch them kiss but it was a whole show to watch, his hand gripping her ass as he kissed back, saliva dripping from their mouths. 

Looking anywhere but at them, you put the booklet back onto the main desk before hearing her say a goodbye to her Ryo. “I told you not to call me that,” there was no teasing manner in his words, he was dead serious, hating how his name sounded on the whores mouth.

“Ryo told me he spilled coffee on you this morning, I’ll make him apologise to you tomorrow.” You gave her a blank look as you both walked through the night sky.

“Tomorrow?” You questioned not knowing what was even occurring the next day.

She raised an eyebrow as she spoke, “Nobara, she invited all of us to her apartment, remember?” The memory of the dyed haired girl came alight, the three of you had been talking in a lecture when she told you both to come to her housewarming. She had been so excited to show you how she decorated the place and to show you everything she bought but you hadn’t been paying attention. Instead nodding at her words instead, “I invited Ryo to come with me.”

“Oh great, an afternoon seeing that dickhead's face.” You scowled, kicking the pebble into the pavement as you tried to not whine but you hated the man and you most certainly knew he hated you.

She brought her hands to her chest trying to gain warmth through the cold weather, “don’t be like that, he means a lot to me.”

“Yeah being told off for saying his name sure shows how much he cares for.” Maybe you were still pissed about what occurred this morning, he hadn’t even apologised for something so small. But your friend was too unaware to realise what you saw, a demon reincarnated.

You both parted ways as you walked the stretch to your apartment, you knew Yui was sweet, but her lack of awareness was sometimes frustrating. You had heard the moans come from the small area, heard how everybody seemed to find it normal and what could you do. Nothing, you stared blankly at the wall in your apartment, the bland cream walls encasing nothing but the sadness of uni life. Nobara was sweet enough to invite you and you knew you’d just have to ignore that bastard instead.

The next day passed without much interruption, sorting out uni work before getting ready for her little get together. You didn’t know who else was going, having spent most of your time with your other friends but the idea of having to see Sukuna made you cringe. Looking at your outfit, a casual look, not expecting anything big to occur. You made the walk towards her apartment bringing some wine with you as a gift as you finally found the tower of apartments.

Walking into the elevator you were about to press the button when you heard a giddy laugh telling you to keep the door open. “Omg Y/n, you look super cute.” The whine of her voice made you stare right back at her, so innocent but the man she had been pulling on making her look nothing more than his toy.

“Thanks.” You mutter refusing to meet Sukuna’s eyes, his arms tattoos on show as he wore a black shirt, most of the buttons undone to show his distinctive marked chest. He rolled his sleeves as you pressed the button to the floor as she rambled on about her day.

You watched her grab his hand, moving closer to his side as he looked lazily down at her. He really was a fucking cunt, with that sadistic smirk and taunting eyes. “…Ryo was telling me Satoru was interested in you.”

“That’s nice.” You muttered not wanting to have a conversation about the men you had met last night.

Sukuna finally looked at you, eyebrows raised as he looked up from the ground. His light brown eyes gazing up and down your body as he stared almost indecisively at you. She stood firm against him whining for him to apologise about yesterday, but he didn’t seem to care as he stared at you with those dull eyes of his.

“I don’t care if he apologises or not.” You finally mutter as you felt suffocated by the sheer pressure of his gaze. It was a longing and you felt uncomfortable under his eyes, she had barely noticed the significant glare he was giving to you as she flaunted herself to him. At least she had something going for her with those looks of her, her unawareness and ditsiness catched men’s eyes but the way Sukuna dismissed her flaunts made you wonder why he even bothered with her.

The door opened as you quickly stepped out, not wanting to be near either of them as you walked towards Nobara’s apartment. Knocking as her bright face emerged engulphing you in a hug, “come in, come in.”

“I got you this.” You pass her the wine as she takes it, seeing Sukuna and Yui come in, her mouth in a gawk as she eyes the pink haired man up and down.

She puts the wine down as she gives a hug to your friend, “and who is this?”

Sukuna looked to the side not wanting to speak as he scoured around the room for someone he would recognise, his eyes meeting your mutual friend Megumi’s. He gave a nod at the black-haired boy who began walking towards the four of you, “this is my boy…”

Before she could finish Megumi interrupted, arm across your shoulder with a grin, “y/n with other friends.” You rolled your eyes as he went over to Sukuna, giving him a pat on the shoulder, “and Sukuna, what you doing here? Work run out of ink, you gonna start sucking our bloods.”

“Real funny.” Sukuna’s voice was unamused as Megumi almost dragged him away from you all.

Nobara had left as you saw Yui look isolated and alone, it was weird, a new emotion you hadn’t seen as you patted her back lightly. “Let’s get a drink.”

She nodded as you took her hand moving her past others that you knew and towards where a pile of beverages were. You had to hand it to Nobara the apartment did look good, it fit her aesthetic perfectly and you could only wish for your apartment to feel homely. Looking back on your own, it wasn’t a home, it was just a convenient place to live for your university studies.

Yui began rambling about something, almost glad she wasn’t paying attention to her boyfriend who had been talking with Megumi on the balcony. You could see eyes fawn over him, not understanding how people could find him attractive. Your skin crawled as you looked at him one last time before listening to her as she spoke for the next half an hour. Sukuna came towards you both after a while and that’s when disaster struck…once again.

“I’m leaving.” He was blunt with his words as you stared at the pair's interaction.

She looked at him with soft eyes, “but you promised you’d stay longer than an hour.” You looked over to Sukuna waiting to hear what he’d say as he needed a good excuse to be a shit date for this gathering.

“Okay, and? I’m a working adult. I have shit going on.” He seemed almost tense, hand gripping his phone as his eyes flashed with a worry before a glare back at you.

She disregarded his words as she continued to whine, “we can sneak off if you want…”

“Fucking hell I don’t want to sleep with you.” He tried to speak calmly but others had heard what was occurring in the kitchen. Jaw clenched as if something really bad was happening and he needed to be there.

You rolled your eyes at the unnecessarily loud comment touching your friends shoulder to reassure her, “come on let’s go back to mine.”

Sukuna glared, not bothering to give her a goodbye as you explained to Nobara the issue before giving her a farewell. You took her back to yours as soon as she hit the couch she was out like a light. You didn’t understand how someone as pretty as her could get with someone as disgusting as Sukuna. Those stupid eyes, so intimidating and closed off to the rest of the world. You shook your head trying to not think of the devilish man as you went into your room, falling into your own slumber.

It had been a few days since the incident occurred, going to a lecture with her as she still spoke highly of Sukuna. Explaining how he had had other plans and how he apologised, it was a lie of course and you knew it. You had caught a glimpse of the multiple read messages that she had sent to him, no reply back as either he was being a cunt or something else had been occurring in his private life that he didn’t want to tell her.

She had been trying to persuade you to come back to the tattoo store, bribing you with Satoru’s number even though you had no need for the white haired man's number. She signed in defeat as you left your separate ways from the lecture.

The week continued on like this, her talking highly of Sukuna but the now unopened messages being a sign that he truly did not care. You tried to not look too long on the messages but the way you’d see her sometimes stare at her phone almost manifesting his response. It went on like this, her ignorance as it seemed she sent more than 10 messages a day in the past week. You didn’t question it, not wanting to be involved in a relationship you didn’t care for.

Having Saturday to yourself, the coffee-stained shirt is still soaking after a week due to not having bothered to actually clean it properly. Stupid Sukuna! You rubbed at your eyes wanting a relaxing evening after the studying you had done in the library most of the day. Finally getting into the blankets you sat cozied up in the covers as you put an anime on to watch.

You had only gained peace for less than 10 minutes before your phone was blaring, startling you in an instant. Your hand reached for your phone as you saw Yui’s name flash up, answering it tiredly, “hey what’s up?”

“Y/n.” Sukuna’s voice soothed out on the line, hearing your name from his mouth sending a shiver, “your stupid friend is drunk and at my place, fucking get her or I’m leaving her outside.”

“Wait? Sukuna yo…you can’t just leave her outside, and I don’t even have a car…”

He quickly interrupts, “I don’t care, we…I don’t need her right now.”

“You’re a real class a cunt.” You shout through the phone, he was cheating clearly, his misspoken words making you realise he was an even bigger jerk than you realised. Seeing the address in the chat as he had hanged up on you after you called him a cunt. It was more than a 20-minute walk and you refused to walk there, getting an uber seemed like your best bet, you didn’t understand why he didn’t let her scream or shout at him. He had been caught out and now she could see the real Sukuna that you saw.

The drive taking less than 5 minutes you told the driver to wait as you went up to his apartment, the area was nice. Almost too nice for a man with an attitude and mouth like his own, finally finding the door, you saw how it was slightly open as you heard shouting coming from within. Opening the door, you were met with Sukuna and Yui but another figure with a glum look and the exact same face as Sukuna.

“Took you long enough.” Sukuna scowled as you saw your friend in tears, instantly rushing inside to comfort her.

You glared at the boy before what seemed to be his twin or younger brother spoke up, “just make them leave Sukuna.” He didn’t seem as fuelled with anger when his brother spoke of it, but a fury flashed through your insides, tissues seemed to scatter his apartment as you finally got a look of it all.

It was a shock, pretty even something that you craved to live in, the aesthetic, the way the whole room was filled with so much comfort and warmth. Too bad a psychotic loser like Sukuna lived there. “Yo…you can’t just call my friends us..and make…make them come and get me. I…I’m not a child.” Tears flooded her face as you looked up at Sukuna ready to give him a piece of your mind.

“You really are an ass, how fucking dare you treat her like that, when all she ever fucking does is talk about how you’re such a sweet guy. I’m fucking glad she’s realised just how much of a twat you are.” His brother almost felt startled at what he was hearing looking at Sukuna for any indication of what you were talking about.

Sukuna instead grabbed your wrist pulling you towards what looked to be his kitchen, a pizza box on the side as the place was moderately tidy. “You don’t fucking get it do you?”

“What are…” He interrupted his finger on your mouth forcing you to shut up and listen to him.

You wafted his finger away waiting to hear his next words, “that guy over there is my twin, our grandfather died last Sunday.” Realisation hit you as you realised that was why he had been so tense, so on edge at Nobara’s get together. You put your hand to his shoulder to comfort him but stopped yourself waiting for him to continue, “your pathetic friend barged in here drunk and started calling us the pathetic ones.”

“I didn’t know, I’m sorry.” You whispered out almost feeling bad for the man.

He continued not meeting your gaze as he leant against the cabinet, eyes down, for a man with limited emotions he found it hard to express his next words without feeling somewhat sad. “I explained what happened to her and she told both of us to grow a pair and told my brother to stop crying like a twat, she can talk all the shit she likes about me. But about the people I fucking care about, I need the bitch gone now.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll take her now.” She wasn’t even that drunk, you could see it in her eyes, the glint of sympathy she wanted as she barged past you and clinged her arms on Sukuna’s neck. He pushed her away as she tried to go back onto him, embarrassment setting in for yourself.

“Come on daddy, let me take your mind off of your stupid gran…” His blood boiled as he pushed her away once more, you took the step between them, gripping her arm as you dragged her out.

You pulled her towards the door, looking at Sukuna’s twin who looked sad, they looked similar, but the distinct lack of piercings made him look even more vulnerable. “I’m so sorry for your loss.” You bowed your head before leaving with your idiotic friend.

“God Y/n, always ruining the fun.” She belted out as you both walked into the elevator.

“How disrespectful can you get; I know he’s an ass but to be so disrespectful to the dead.” You crossed your arms pissed at having been dragged into this fiasco as you looked at her almost gleeful expression.

She looked at herself in the mirror across from you both as you signed, “I don’t care, I was horny, and who cares, you said it yourself my boyfriends a cunt.”

“Ex-boyfriend.” You muttered under your breath.

“He can’t resist getting his dick wet, he’ll come back.” She spoke with a confidence you hadn’t seen before, as if her whole ditsy façade was to just gain popularity and attention. You didn’t look at her as you both walked toward the uber, making her split the cost of it all as you dropped her off, you hated it.

Hated how she sent an air kiss as she left, almost happy at the chaos she created. You knew what you had to do and that was to ignore her in lectures and hopefully never had to meet Sukuna ever again.

It seemed to be working, you’d sit beside Megumi in lectures now, a sadness in her eyes as you’d be the one ignoring her. Maybe it was because her comments didn’t sit right with you or maybe it was a way to leave a friend you didn’t care for. You hadn’t met Sukuna at all the week that followed the occurrence, you were glad to never have to see him again.

Walking into the coffee shop for your latest fix of caffeine, a storm has come across the horizon. An eeriness to the grey skies. You had gotten a bus further into town wanting to go to your fav route coffee store one far away from the likes of Sukuna. Eyes flicking at your drink you sat at a table pulling out your laptop to do some work as the grey skies slowly became a mist of darkness.

Time had caught onto you as you found yourself ushered outside at closing time rain pouring as you realised just how late it was and how the last bus had already left Bringing your phone as you stood under the shelter of the café, you went to get an uber when you felt a gust of wind and as a figure barged into you. “Fucking shitty ass rain.” It was a recognisable voice as you turned and met Sukuna, pink hair draped down across his face, as his coat barely covered him as he draped it across his shoulders. “For fucks sake it had to be you I met.”

“Fuck off, I was here first you came to me.” You scowled watching the rain pour as you went on the app to get you an Uber as quick as you could.

Sukuna’s eyes flashed to your phone, trickles of water on it as he stared at your screen, “I’ll give you a lift home, I don’t like being in debt to people.”

“You’re not though.” You mutter still looking down at your phone as you stared at the prices.

“You got rid of Yui,  I owe you.”

You didn’t understand his logic as it made no sense at all, “whatever you don’t owe me, and she isn’t my friend.”

He didn’t question it as he brought his car keys out, gesturing for you to follow as you did. It wasn’t like he was going to kill you and if Megumi was friends with him what was the harm in getting a free lift.. Even with his loud obnoxious almost suffocating presence in the rain it almost felt like the two of you could be civil.

He opened your door as you slipped inside the car, feeling the warm black leather seats as he chucked his coat to the back. The shirt he wore right across his skin as you stared at his tattoos, “it’s rude to stare.”

“Shut up.” You muttered looking out at the weather. It was gruesome and wild, and you could already see the evident traffic up ahead.

One hand stayed lazily on the steering wheel as he tapped on it as the other rested on the gear stick, he cleared his throat before finally speaking, “why did you stop being friends with her then?”

“Realised she was a bitch; I don’t want those types of people around me.” You continued to stare out of the window, looking up at the black sky, stars trickling through the rain.

He didn’t say anymore a tense atmosphere as you finally met his gaze again, his fingers tapping lightly to a song you didn’t know that was playing on the radio. “Why did you date her?” He moved forward as his jaw clenched checking his mirrors to see if he could go through a side street bypassing the traffic.

“I never did.” He muttered, still looking for a way out.

You rolled your eyes as you continued, “I might dislike her, but she spoke about you as if you were the best boyfriend in the world and now here you are acting like you never dated her.”

“God Y/n can you shut the fuck up?” You were startled by his words as he quickly went past the traffic indicator right as he turned into a side street making sure to not get caught in an uncomfortable situation again. “I never asked her out, it was a one-night stand, but she fucking kept coming to the tattoo place, and Nanami and Geto were getting pissed she said she’d leave only if I dated her and fucked her regularly.”

You were almost disgusting by the proposition, his agreement on it to make her go away and her own for making such a revolting idea. “You…you…” Unaware of what to say you trailed off as you refused to look back at him.

“Put your address in here.” He tossed his phone into your lap, easily unfolded as you put your address in without even questioning it. Putting his phone back up on the stand in his car, he continued, “why would a prissy girl like you ever become friends with someone like her?”

“She needed my help  studying.” You muttered not knowing how else to respond, it was true that you both had met out of convenience to one another. His finger motion on the wheel matched the rhythm of the song that currently played as you didn’t elaborate.

He turned to see what you were doing, how you stared out into the darkness all alone with nothing but an empty lonely apartment. “God you must be fun at parties.”

“Cut the crap Sukuna, what the fuck are you doing this for?”

“What’s this?” He gestured as he had seen you meet his gaze.

You rolled your eyes hating how he made you elaborate, “asking questions, offering me a lift home. What do you want? Sex? A good little cunt for you to fill, I knew I was right abou…”

“Y/n.” Your name felt piercingly loud against the inside of the car, “why do you always think the worst of me?”

“Because you’ve been an ass since day fucking one, gosh get off your high horse Sukuna nobody gives a fuck about this persona you have if you’re just going to act like a dick half the time.” Your words stung him as his jaw clenched pissed at how freely you spoke about his life.

“You’re giving me advice on persona’s; I knew from the first time you walked into the tattoo place that you hated Yui. Don’t talk to me about personas when you acted like you wanted to choke her to death.”

His words were filled with truth and malice as you looked down, “I…I did hate her…I do hate her.”

He didn’t expect your response, but your next words filled him with another emotion, “I was jealous, okay? She was so pretty to me, she could’ve had anyone, and she picked you, the guy who didn’t give a fuck about her. I hated her for it, hated how she got men left right and centre when all I got were guys interested in sex rather than a relationship.” You took a heavy breath as you couldn’t stop your rambling, couldn’t stop the freshly watered eyes from cascading down your face, “so yes Sukuna I fucking hate her, she is everything I’m not, everything a man wants.”

Sukuna didn’t know what to say as he put his car in park, grabbing your face in his hands as he forced you to look at him. “I know you don’t like me; I hate you as much as you fucking hate me. But you’re more than just a fuck to someone out there. Maybe it’s the guilt and grief I'm going through for not being around for my granddad as much but she is the opposite of you and was a cunt. You’re worth a whole lot more than her.”

You tried to turn away to stop staring into his eyes, his calloused hands gripped onto your face as you could feel just how intricate his fingers were. His grip tight as you felt his heavy breath against your own, “take me home.”

He let go in an instant not meeting your gaze as he drove in silence, it was too quiet for your liking. He stopped tapping the wheel as you just stared outside, watching how the rain pattered away against the roof. The arrival to your apartment complex seemed much faster as you looked at the gloomy elevator that would take you to your gloomy apartment. “What? Not going to invite me inside?”

“What do you think?” You muttered opening the door as you stepped into the rain.

You heard his own side open as he slipped out of the car, “well if you really want me too.” Rolling your eyes and not wanting to be around him you found yourself being followed by the boy, his eyes looking around the place. It was pretty, too pretty for someone like you, he watched you fumble to open your apartment. He expected to see your personality residue onto the walls but instead was met with nothing but a cream-coloured walls and the basic necessities. “What, you still moving in or something?”

You drop your stuff and take your shoes off ignoring his comment as you went straight to the kitchen. He quickly followed eyes widening to be met with another plainness, affectionless room. “Seriously why are you here?” You say getting some leftover food out of the fridge to warm up.

“I owe you.” He scratches the back of his head as he looks at the food.

You point at your food before speaking  again, “get two  plates.” He nodded eagerly as you pointed to where the plates were as you warmed it up on the stove. “You don’t owe me anything, you have me a lift home remember.”

“I owe you for my comment.” He doesn’t meet your gaze grabbing the two plates and putting them on the counter. “Your place, it's not very you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You question crossing your arms as you stared at the man.

He looked around seeing nothing of any value to you, “it’s not you, it’s just very plain and dull.”

“I’m plain and dull.” You bring the food over portioning it into the plates as you watch Sukuna look for forks to eat it with. If he had walked into this place without knowing it was yours he’d have thought it was a showroom.

You move and take your plate as you both go into the lounge right in front of the TV. “Yeah not with that mouth of yours.”

“Shut up.” You scowled sitting on the side of the couch as he sat on the other, you moved to put something on the TV as he watched you happily put on an anime that he recognised. He was surprised you had even let him step foot in your home but there really wasn’t anything to see of importance that he could mock.

He watched you eat and watch anime, so this is how you spent your days, uni, hanging out with friends, revising, eating and watching anime. “Y/n.”

“Yeah.” You muttered just as you put more food in your mouth.

“Why did you let me inside?”

You finally looked at him, plate empty as he put it on the table, you met his gaze, “we both hate each other, it’s not like i’ll ever have to see you again after this, and you said it yourself you owed me.”

“No, there’s something else, is it about what I said earlier.” He asked as you finally looked at him directly in the eyes.

You didn’t know how to reply as you stared at him softly, “I…I think you should leave.”

“For fucks sake, just tell me, like you said you won’t have to see me ever again after this.” His eyes looked up and down across your body. How you seemed so small when isolated, how that big mouth of yours that he wanted to shut up so badly. Had finally fallen silent.

You tried to think of an answer, but came to nothing, “I thought…that I was doing this to make me feel better, like I was getting back at her but instead I’m just being something I hate. I’m sorry, okay?”

“It’s fine, I’d have done the same, guess we’re both dicks then.” You stifle a laugh as you look at him with wide eyes.

“Maybe you’re not that bad.”

“I’m surprised I did call you a fool.”

“Foolish puppet actually.”

He chuckles as he looks at you his lip turning upwards as he looked at the anime, “you know I thought the beast titan was Erwins dad for a solid three months.”

“What? Erwin and Zeke are like 10 years apart.” You chuckle as you pause the episode on one of the many gory scenes, “let me guess you didn’t know who the female titan was either.”

“Of course I didn’t, do I look like I read manga?” He mused out putting his arm around the couch as he watched you on your knees face him. You seemed joyful talking about anime with him, as for what seemed like hours the two of you spoke about different anime’s and stuff you both enjoyed.

“…you can’t be serious you got an anime tattoo.” You had moved closer to him; his arm touched your side as you begged for him to show you.

He turned around lifting his shirt up as it remained up to his neck. That’s when you saw the cascades of different colours and pictures around his back, the hunter x hunter phantom troupe spider being under his shoulder as you moved your finger to trace it. “Number four really.”

“Don’t lie and say you aren’t another whore for Hisoka.” His skin shivers as you trace each leg, the intricacy of all his tattoos making your mind go wild. Maybe he wasn’t as bad as you had initially thought, maybe there was something more to him.

He put his shirt down as he turned to meet your eyes again you had moved closer and without realising his face was only a mere centimetres away from your own. “Sorry.” You whisper moving backwards a big in a shuffle.

“Don’t worry about it, ever thought about it then?”

“Thought about what?”

He gestured to his arm and chest tattoos as you shrugged, “maybe, but I’m indecisive it’d have to be something I really liked.”

“Well Satoru was telling me you liked my designs.” Your eyes widened at how you have been practically exposed by Satoru.

He chuckles tilting his head back as you could see his neck tattoos more, “I could always give you one.”

“You sure you wouldn’t want to give me a flower one instead.” You teased as he rolled his eyes coming closer to your body.

“I know exactly where I’d put it.” His finger grazed to your exposed arm, skimming up and down before moving up to your shoulder and down to just where your neck was.

Your breath hitched as his finger skimmed past the material nearly divulging into where your two breasts met. He watched how you gave a flushed look before smirking, removing his hand, “it’s late, pass me your phone.”

“W…why?” You spoke already, grabbing it to give to him.

“So you can have my number, we should hang out again.” His fingers typed into the new contact, easily writing his name and number as he passed back the phone.

You nodded as you walked with him towards the door, he grabbed his stuff before you saw him wave goodbye before leaving. You leant against the door as you grabbed your phone seeing his stupid name with the skull emoji, quickly typing about how you enjoyed tonight you threw your phone to the side as you felt a feeling you hated entirely.

It had been a week since both you and Sukuna had met again, but the multiple texts you both sent one another had been divulging into some sort of feeling of friendship. You had invited him to your best friends birthday celebration after feeling that both of you had somewhat become friends. He seemed happy to come along a clear contrast to when he had been made to go to the housewarming a couple weeks back.

He met you outside your apartment, seeing how you came out in a thin red dress, it was short, but you looked amazing. He had worn a similar outfit that he wore weeks prior the difference being the shirt looked a lot tighter and there had been a couple more unbuttons undone. A metal necklace cascaded down his neck brushing back and forth against the air and his skin and rings embodied his veined fingers. He watched you happily skip into the car; he couldn’t help but smile but as soon as you stepped inside the dickhead in him came out. “Sure this is a birthday party and not a strip club.”

“Aww you think I could become a stripper.” You pout as you look at the mirror putting more lipgloss on too sooth your lips. He rolled his eyes reversing out as he looked behind you both, arm on your seat as you couldn’t help but stare at his chest with the black lines and his arms that had their own.

He hadn’t noticed your staring instead moving right out and making you put the destination into his phone, “how long are you staying till?”

“However long you want.” You say typing the destination before going into his camera, “your cameras better.”

You took a couple pictures as you sent them to yourself choosing which one was the best one before putting his phone back on the grip. “She’s your friend.”

“I thought you didn’t like stuff like this.”

“What makes you say that?” His arm was lazily against the wheel as he moved it at every turn.

You shrugged before answering, “it’s a uni party, you don’t seem like the type to go to ones.”

“Just because I didn’t go to shitty uni doesn’t mean I won’t fit in, idiot.”

You rolled your eyes as you looked back on the road, his other hand scratching  his jaw. “Megumi should be there if you don’t want to be aroun…”

“I'm going with you, why would I leave you?” He didn’t meet your gaze; he already knew that if did see those wide eyes and that tiny dress one more time he wouldn’t be able to help himself take you in the car.

You nodded not saying anymore as he began rambling about some client that wanted the ugliest tattoo possible, “why did you just tell him to fuck off?”

“What makes you think I didn’t, I don’t do shitty tattoos.” His grip tightened against the wheel as he turned to see what you were doing. Your dress having ridden up as your thighs were on show, he stared at them before meeting the road gaze again.

You nodded as you increased the volume on the song that was playing, “what’s a shitty tattoo to you?”

“Flowers, girly shit.”

“You literally named one thing.” You roll your eyes as he watches you change the song from his phone, your chest on top of his arm on the gear stick as he was able to see how pretty your tits sat in the dress.

He looked down before shaking his head to look outside the windows, “flowers are shitty, any shitty type of animal.”

“What so if I asked for a dolphin you wouldn’t give me one?” He raised an eyebrow as you continued, “oh come on dolphins could be a look.”

“No they wouldn’t, they look shitty and you don’t even like dolphins.”

You shrugged leaning back in your seat, “and how would you know?”

“Because I know you, come on.” He had parked without you realising as you both got out of the car. He saw the tall high rise of buildings; it was similar to your own complex but with a lot more emotion that he’d never seen from yours.

He watched you grab his sleeve to tug him along as he stood behind you, watching how your thighs moved through the thin fabric. It was almost a blessing to have to look down at you as the ability to see how your tits perked up made his head run wild. “So what’s her name again?”

“Maki, and no she already has a boyfriend.” You stepped into the elevator, as he rolled his eyes at your comment.

“I didn’t want to fuck your best friend anyway.” He muttered as he leant against the railing, eyes flashing to how perfect you looked all dolled up in that outfit. He licked his lips as he continued, “not every girl I see I want to fuck.”

“That is true, you haven’t tried to fuck me.” He didn’t know why he almost felt sad by your comment, there of course had been a reason for not having tried to fuck you but it was stupid and pushed aside.

You both walked out as his hand moved to your back guiding you in a direction even he didn’t know about. “I swear it’s on this floor.”

“You got us lost basically,” you signed as you grabbed your phone pushing Maki’s number as you heard her scream through the phone. Sukuna gave a side eye as you elbowed his side to not be a cunt for once.

“Yeah 5th floor, number 511.” Sukuna grabbed your hand as he had seen that door, forcing you to follow as even with his tight grip. You had expected his hands to feel calloused against your own, but a burst of warmth filled you as you followed him. He knocked on the door as Maki instantly opened grabbing you into a hug, “and who is this?”

“This is Sukuna, I invited him.” You say as she lets go of you, her hair up and a giddy smile at the drink she was holding.

You handed her her present before she came up to Sukuna, “I heard you were a dick by Megumi.”

“Maki you can…”

“No it's true, where is the twat anyway?” Sukuna muttered as Maki hadn’t bothered to apologise instead unwrapping her present happily.

“By the balcony, probably.” He nodded but didn’t leave to go find him, instead sticking your side.

You met his gaze as you didn’t understand why he hadn’t left to mingle or find someone to hook up with, “not going to find Megumi.”

“I said I wouldn’t leave your side.” You nod as he continued, “come on let’s get a drink.”

He dragged you to where the drinks were, passing you a cup as he filled it with some alcohol, he saw Megumi come up towards you both, already partially drunk. “Y/n, Sukuna…together in the same room, I must be dying.”

“Real funny, I don’t see you with anybody.” Sukuna mused as he took a large sip of his drink.

Megumi rolled his eyes planting his arm across your shoulder seeing how tense Sukuna became in a matter of seconds, “go on how did you end up here then?”

“We’re friends.”

“You called him a dickhead two weeks ago.”

You chuckled at your past, his eyebrow raised wanting to hear an explanation of the comment, “that’s because he is one.” You moved to his face, your hand out as you squished his cheeks with one hand, “aren’t you?”

“You better answer her.” Megumi spoke, trying to suppress a laugh at how the big old mighty Sukuna was getting his face squished by you.

Sukuna rolled his eyes as you continued squishing his face, your warmth in your fingers making his ears prick a red colour, “yeah…I am.”

“Good boy.” You giggled letting go of him as Megumi began pouring more alcohol in both your drinks. It seemed like the party would have nothing except drinking and couples making out, you didn’t care seeing how much fun Maki was having with her boyfriend.

You and Sukuna had moved to the couch after Megumi had gotten distracted by Maki’s god, he was probably on the ground letting her dog sleep on him. Sukuna’s voice ringed in your ear as the loud music had made it hard for you both to speak normally, “you were right?”

“Is the Sukuna admitting I was right?” You teased taking a large slip as the strap of your dress had fallen off your shoulder due to having been bumped into by a lot of people.

“Oh shut it.” He didn’t continue with his words, instead moving closer to you, maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just how beautiful you looked. His eyes gazed across your body, as he moved his hand to re-adjust your strap. His fingers gazing right where your arm was, “a tattoo right there.”

“I’ll have to get one there then.” You replied instantly back to him hoping he’d get the hint.

He nodded his hand tracing your skin, “I’ll give you a good tattoo, make it ruin you.” He didn’t know what he was saying, feeling you move closer to him as if you were just about to meet his lips.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” It was a shout from the doorway as you saw Yui almost jump right on you with her devilish claws. Both you and Sukuna became startled by the action as you both jumped abruptly away from one another.

Maki had come as she stood between the three of you, confusion setting in as she realised just how bad the situation was. “Yui what the fuck?”

“Why are you shouting at me, she’s the one trying to make out with my boyfriend?” The music seemed to settle into quietness as everybody began staring at the scene, you didn’t know what to say. They weren’t dating you knew that but were you really just about to kiss him, the man you had hated those weeks ago, would you have let him do more to you.

You shook your head as you were about to speak but got interrupted, “we aren’t fucking dating, god there really is nothing up there, we were never dating and you’re just a fucking bitch who sleeps around.”

“So you admit that you just wanted to fuck me.” You and Maki stared at one another as you watched what Sukuna would say next.

“Yeah, worst sex I’ve had in a while though.” Your eyes widened at the comment as you tried to suppress a laugh before she stared at you.

Her eyes flicked with rage at how you laughed at his comment, “you hated him, how could you be such a shit friend?”

“We were never friends, you tried to use me to come with you to errands and help you with shit, that’s not being friends.” You mutter crossing your arms as Maki almost looked like she was ready to fight Yui for her fake comments.

Yui looked between the three of you ready to punch you right in your face, “I fucking hate you, he’s going to realise just how boring and selfish you are, and he’ll drop you just like he did too me. You wanna know why you haven’t had a boyfriend in a whilst…it’s because every single one of them found out how dull and boring you are. He’ll see it, he’ll see how you’re a fucking cunt that just gets used for guy’s dicks.”

She stormed out of the apartment, as you let out a heavy breath. You needed fresh air as you left the silence of the room going past everybody and into Maki’s room. Knowing she had a balcony that attached to her window. Crawling out of it as you leant against the railing you saw the bright lights of the city cascade out into the sky. Cold air hitting your body as you thought about her comments, every insecurity you had had was true, you heard the window open as Sukuna stepped outside.

“You’re going to get cold, dumbass.” You don’t laugh at his comment, instead leaning  further into the balcony. “You don’t believe what she said right, she’s a fucking cunt and her words were lies Y/n.”

“You don’t understand.” You continued staring at the colourful patterns of the stars, all so pretty. He moved closer resting his shoulders against your own as he could almost see you shiver.

He met your eyeline, watching how you stared up into the dark sky, he knew you saw more than the dark. He could see it in your eyes the way you stared at the sky with such lust to explore its secrets, “explain to me then.”

“You’re you…and I’m me, I’m used to guys getting their dicks wet to me, and you use others to get your own…”

You trailed off not wanting to hear his next words, “you really are still a cunt, listen to me, Yui lied, you and I both know she’s a fucking cunt so why the fuck do you believe it.”

“Because you fucking slept with her.” You didn’t know why you shouted the comment out, it was unnecessary and made no actual sense at all.

Sukuna stayed silent, pink hair almost dropping down to his face in a type of misery, “so what you want me to fuck tou and then leave you, you want to be another one-night stand, is that all you see me as.”

“No…” you had no other words as you both stared at one another in silence, his eyes flicking across to your lips. As he moved closer, face almost touching one another’s as you heard his heavy breath against your own, mouths almost touching.

He looked down as his hands had gripped your sides ready to bring your mouth to his own, “I don’t want you to be another one-night stand.”

“Why?”

“Because you mean a lo…”  He got interrupted by the sound of a loud crash occurring inside, “fuck that’s Megumi.”

“We need to check on him.” Your minty breath hit his face as you spoke worried for your friend, you were the first to apart away; he had wished to feel your tender lips on his own but instead was now left out in the dark.

He watched you leave as you went to go check on Megumi, taking a sharp breath as he followed you. You both ended up finding Megumi with the dog wrapped around him, “he’s cuddling the fucking dog.”

“Sorry I need a picture of this.” You spoke fiddly as you brought your phone out taking different angled photos of Megumi being cuddled by Maki’s dog.

Sukuna rolled his eyes before he nudged Megumi with his food, “we’re gonna have to take him home.”

You nodded as you and Sukuna brought him up, his arms on both your shoulders as he stirred, “you two are such nice people:”

“Yeah yeah.” You muttered as you helped him towards Sukuna’s, both putting him in the back as Megumi looked like he was about to fall asleep again.

“I’ll take him to mine, after I drop you back home.” You nod as you both spent the rest of the car journey in silence, not talking about the earlier occurrence of you both nearly kissing twice.

The ride had been quick as you were met with the dull buildings once more, Sukuna watched how you said a simple goodbye, his hand grabbing your wrist to stop you. “Come round the tattoo shop at 8pm.”

“Why?” you questioned as his touch sent a shiver down your spine.

“Just come shitty woman.” You nodded as he let go of your hand watching you walk into your apartment.

“You really…why did you scream?” Megumi voice startled him as she shouted a fuck at hearing Megumi talk, “anyway, you really like her don’t you.”

“Is it that obvious.”

Megumi nodded leaning back in his seat, “you’re a dick to everybody it’s weird seeing you be nice to someone.”

“I’m not a dick to everybody.” Sukuna spoke as he started driving towards his apartments

Megumi rolled his eyes as he looked out of the window, “don’t hurt her.”

“I wouldn’t.” Sukuna mutters as he looks down knowing tomorrow would be the day he told you the absolute truth.

The next day came quicker than expected as you had a couple lectures occurring and some other crap to get onto. Before you even knew it 8pm had arrived as you found yourself walking the same street you had walked a couple weeks back. The same bricks and neon sign outside the place that made the place give off the vibe of a tattoo shop.

Walking inside as the bell indicated a customer had come, it seemed that they had had their influx in customers as Satoru seemed to be annoying Nanami who had ice on his head and Geto tapped away at the counter. “Y/n.” Satoru shouted as he bolted up and met you, “you never came back.”

“Yeah some stuff happened, you know where Sukuna is?” You question as all three of them became silent, probably not understanding why you would need the man you had been cussing out a few weeks ago.

“Sukuna.” Geto hesitantly shouted out as he looked at you, “you’re not going to kick him are you,”

“What? No!” You mutter as you see the pink haired man come down shirtless, his tattoos all on show as you got a glimpse of every single one perfectly resting across his body. “Y/n, you’re early.”

He checked his watch seeing the time being 7:50, as you gave him a small smile, “so what did you need me for?”

“To give you a tattoo idiot.” He spoke it as of you were the one who had been the dumb one in the situation.

The three men stared at you both as you stepped towards him, bodies too close for what they’d class as enemies. “Is anybody going to explain this?” Satoru muttered.

Sukuna rolled his eyes as he waited for your response, you didn’t think he’d actually be the one to give you your first tattoo, but you nodded never less. “Okay, but if you mess up I will stab you’ll

“If you’re into that, I don’t judge.” He chuckles as you jab your elbow into his chest, “give her the forms.”

Geto nodded as he passed you the forms you needed to fill out all three wanting to hear how the two of you had somehow become close, “don’t you three have plans?”

That’s when they realised why he had booked you in so late, all three had prior engagements and it’d leave you and him alone to your own devices. Satoru signed as he wanted to hear more but ended being dragged out by Nanami before Geto followed just as you handed the forms back to Sukuna

He remained shirtless as he took you to the back, locking the door of the reception to make sure nobody came in. He patted the seat gesturing for you to sit down as you looked hesitantly between the needles and the seat, “what you want to sit on my lap, will that make you feel better?”

“Shut up.” You muttered as you went to the black chair, instead feeling his grip on your wrist.

“What? Scared I’ll bite,” you hated how he teased you and instead of dismissing it and getting flushed you found yourself sitting right on his thigh, you could almost feel like much muscle he had under his joggers as your hand stayed on your own thighs.

He smirked seeing you shift your weight easily, “look at you, finally listening for once.”

“I listen.”

“No you don’t, now what are you thinking?” He passes the book with many designs from his coworkers scattering each page. You instantly went to his page, looking at all the intricate details of different types before you saw the designs of dragons as it breathed out fire. He watched you stare at it, finger gliding across it as he moved your hair to the side, head on your shoulder as he spoke, “you want a dragon.”

You nodded eagerly at the small design, as he put the book down and looked at you with soft eyes, “where do you want it?” You point to the top of your arm, the arm he had touched last night, the arm that still had his finger ingrained into your skin. His eyes flicked to your arm; you wore a long sleeve shirt as he knew you’d have to take it off to get right up to the top of your arm.

“This is a ploy to get me naked isn’t it.” You teased as you lifted your shirt above your head, Sukuna trying to say a word as now the two of you were shirtless in front of one another.

He tried to hide his smirk as he got the stencil ready for your arm, he knew it’d hurt, knew you’d want to grab onto something so why not grab onto him. “If I wanted to see you naked I wouldn’t do it here.”

Your eyes widened feeling the rubbing alcohol on your arm drip down to your wrist, “which one was your first?”

You changed the subject as he rubbed the area before grabbing the stencil that was to the side of you both, “the one on my finger.”

His other hand had moved the stencil up to your arm whilst your fingers grabbed his hand seeing the skull right on the edge of his right hand. “It’s pretty.”

“Yeah my parents hit me so hard after I got it done.” You chuckled lightly feeling his move his hand away from you, sad at his quick movement as you played with your own fingers. You felt the stencil being pulled away from your arm as you could see the small outline of a dragon and its fire across your arm. “Like it?”

You nodded eagerly as you watched him prepare the equipment you didn’t know what he was doing but admired each concentrated move that he had. Eyes widening when he looked up at you with a smirk having noticed your continuous looks at him, “don’t worry, it won’t hurt and if it does, tough.”

“And I thought you were going to be encouraging.” You mumble as you stare at your arm, the blue marks making your insides almost cave in at how scared you actually were.

He chuckled lightly just as he finished ready to start on the outline, he was almost glad it was just an outline with no shading knowing in an instant you’d be in much more pain. “You’ll be fine, I would tell you to hold my shirt but…you could always hold onto my thigh?”

“Just start.” You fidgeted on his thigh, legs swinging as you began hearing a low hum of a needle, feeling some other liquid go across the lines. He looked directly at you nodding to make sure you knew it was about to occur.

Your hands stayed on your lap as you felt the first mark take place, pain instantly rushing to that one spot as you grabbed his thigh, just close to where his crotch was. He dismissed how your hand was so close yet so far away from his cock instead asking if you were okay, after seeing you nod, he continued as the pain began to subdue. You couldn’t lie and say your eyes hadn’t begun watering because they had. You wiped it away with your other hand as you felt Sukuna move onto the fire part. You could never understand how he’d gone through the pain of all of his tattoos, the ones across his arm and chest, his fingers and back and most likely having some on his legs as well.

You watched how he’d occasionally look back at your gaze, see if you were doing fine with pain. Always giving him a reassuring look back to make sure he knew that you could handle it, you felt him finally relax as he the low hum stopped, your hand still on his thigh as he smiled at the design. He grabbed his phone from the side taking a picture of it before passing it for you to see yourself.

The small intricate details had done on the dragon was perfect, the way he had started to put stuff away whilst you still sat on him and the way you could still see your photos from last night in the corner. He hadn’t deleted them , kept them for some unknown reason and you definitely were not going to ask him why he still had the images.

“Let me dress it and bandage it for you.” You nodded but he remained still as you stared at the image, “I need you to get up, dumbass.”

“Sorry.” You mutter standing up and sitting on the actual chair, eyes staring at the details of it all. You had a tattoo and not just that it was a tattoo that Sukuna had designed and placed on you. It was something he was proud of, he watched you stare at his phone, probably unaware that it was on you and not just a picture.

Signing he grabbed the dressing and bandages, standing up to start wrapping it around your arm, you felt startled when his cold fingertips touched your arm. Putting his phone down as you saw the cling film around you, a redness coming from the tattoo, as he began telling you what to do every night and giving you some leaflet on it. “…don’t worry though I’ll text you to make sure you remember.”

“I’ll remember.” You put your shirt back on as you whined the comment out.

“I’ll text you to make sure you remember.” He repeats already knowing that you’d become too lazy to even bother to change the dressing every night.

“So mean.” You pout as he takes you back to the front, leaning against the counter as the dark sky stood out for the both of you to see, “so how much is it?”

You had already gotten your credit card out ready to pay for it, but his hand stopped you, “It’s free.”

“What? No, take the card.” You almost push your money onto him not wanting to take something for free. He takes the card before putting it right back into your arm, almost chucking it at you as he did, “Sukuna please just take it.”

“No.”

“I will never talk to you again if you don’t take it.”

“Okay.” You both glared at one another in silence waiting for one of you to crack, it just had to be you, however.

“I hate you.”

He crossed his arms smirking as he came round to the front leaning against the counter, “no you don’t.”

“Yes I do.” He cocks his head to the side, you watch as each of his muscles tense up as he looks down to you, his face coming closer and closer each time. Hand moving to hold the side of your face, as you looked up at him.

“You can pay me back another way.” He whispers softly as his lips brushed against your own, feeling a hungry need to kiss him, his other hand had moved to your waist ready to bring you closer to him.

You felt his hot breath hit your lips, the way he licked his lips with a hunger, your face moving closer as he moved his hands moved to his shoulders to meet his eyeline. He felt pushed against the counter as he leant against it watching how you moved one of your fingers to his jaw caressing his face as you looked down between his eyes and mouth. Before finally moving your finger, mouth ready to kiss his own before both being startled by the buzz of the door opening.

“Sukuna.” It was a voice you had recognised prior, as you turned to be met with Sukuna’s twin brother.

Sukuna looked between you and his brother, signing at how this had been the third time he had been cockblocked. All he wanted to do was kiss you, was to take you out, call you his but it felt like the universe had had other plans.

“What?”

You stood between the two of them as his twin stared at you, “Mum said to come and drop this off.” He showed a bag with what looked like some old clothes, you didn’t question it instead smiling at the boy. “You’re the girl from a couple weeks back.”

“Hi, yeah I’m Y/n.” You put your hand out as his twin takes it, Sukuna rolling his eyes as he grabbed the old clothes, he looked between the clothes before finding what he was looking for. It was something you recognised, as you let go of the boy's hand.

“Itadori.” You nodded as the boy looked confused as the two of you stared at the old shirt, he eyes you up and down almost admiring how you looked so sweet and sexy at the same time.

“I told you I had it,” Sukuna chuckled as he showed you the old retro Pokémon shirt he owned, it was old, something a 13-year-old wore and not a grown ass man. You had remembered a conversation the two of you had had earlier on last week where he had rambled on about how he loved Pokémon and had the biggest crush on Jessie which you never understood.

“It’s still a lame character to simp over.” He had been pointing to the destroyed Jessie as Itadori felt uncomfortable invading on a private moment between the two of you.

“Anyway, nice to meet you, Sukuna suck a dick, later.” He walked back out of the store as Sukuna gave him the finger before turning back to you, he knew the moment had been ruined but a hungry need had erupted at how he needed to have you. He had seen how Itadori had stared and watched the closeness of you both, had looked you up and down, looked at what was his with a look of hunger.

Sukuna, grabbed his shirt quickly putting it on before grabbing the bag and your hand in his other, “where are we going?”

You questioned as he locked the place up before grabbing your wrist once more and dragging you to his car. “Back to mine.”

“Wh…” He had thrown the bag in the car and pushed your back against the door, hands trapping you as he moved closer and closer to you, making you seem ever so small to him. He smirked as he interrupted, hand grabbing your jaw as he gave you a sadistic grin.

“Nobody looks at what’s mine and sweetheart…you’re now mine.” Your breath hitched as his other hand grabbed your waist arching you into the car as his lips found its way onto your own.

The kiss he had craved for so long occurred in a matter of seconds, your hands moving to his hair as you tugged at the pink locks. Your moans making his head spin as his tongue divulged into your own, gliding back and forth with your own, he brought your body even closer to his own. Mouths craving one another as you had gotten the kiss you had only dreamt about. Saliva dripped down your jaw as he let go off, thumb wiping it away as he looked at you with almost hungry eyes.

“I’m taking you back to mine and making every single fucking person know that you’re mine, okay baby.” He hand moved to your jaw grabbing a hold of it as he was waiting for an answer, waiting to hear the yes he craved.

“Okay Sakun…”

“Try again.” He moved your mouth to skim past his lips again, already seeing how much you craved to feel his lips once more as you tried to reach his own.

You took a sharp breath as you spoke to give him the power he wanted, “yes sir.”

“Good girl, get in the car.” His words were quick as you found yourself quickly entering not knowing what had gotten between the two of you as soon as he stepped inside the car, his hand rested on your thigh as he quickly drove out to get to his apartment.

A quick - most likely over the speed limit - journey later, his hand on your back made your insiders quiver at the sensation of what was to occur. Once you both began walking past the elevator, the tense atmosphere you both had gone through in the elevator having not helped, you found yourself finally getting the confidence to speak.

“Are we…”

He interrupted you as he finally unlocked the door, pushing you through as you felt yourself pressed against the inside of his apartment. His lips moving across your neck as he spoke the words you had needed to hear from the beginning, “you aren’t some fuck, you’re mine.”

“I…I don’t want to disappoint you.” You breathed out after thinking hard, his lips left your neck as he looked into those deep eyes of yours. Pools of lust and love cascading down as he couldn’t help but bring his two hands to cup your face.

“You would never disappoint me baby, after I’m done stuffing you full of me, I’ll prove to you just how much you mean to me.” His voice was a quiet whisper as he kissed you once again, your hands quickly kissing him back as he continued to press you against the door. Hands roaming your body as he brought comfort and love to every part of you.

His lips left your own as he kissed down your neck, hands moving to your thighs to bring you up as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Watching how you arched your neck for him, as he bit and sucked at your neck wary to not harm your arm as he walked towards his room.

Pushing you in as he threw you onto the bed, taking his shirt off as his arms moved to the side of your body. A predator ready to hunt down his prey, his hand went under your chin making you look up at him as he spoke, “I’m going to make you call me yours by the end of the night, sweetheart, make that pretty cunt drip with me in you.”

He smoothed your hair before moving his hands to your side, watching you nod at his actions. His fingers moving your shirt above your head. Even if you had been exposed to him previously, it felt a lot more intimate now, his hungry eyes wanting to encase every essence of you. “So pretty.” He mumbled as he unhooked your bra letting your tits perk up to the exposed air.

He watched how your face became flushed, as his hands roamed across his chest and stomach, leaving soft kisses down your body as your fingers outlined his tattoos. “Sir…I want you,” your whine made Sukuna look up, his mouth had salivated your nipples as a trail of spit led from his bottom lip to your hard nipple.

“Keep begging,” his words were harsh as he went back to sucking on your nipples, a need for his hardened cock to divulge right into your wet slick filled cunt made you frustrated.

“Pleas…sir,” you moaned as he bit at your nipple, watching how you arch your back into his skin, “I need you.”

“Stupid slut, can’t live without my cock, right?” He swirled his tongue against your nipple as his hands had moved your jeans down, eyes fixated on the way your pretty cunt had been covered.

“I can…’t.” Your whines filled his apartment as he moved his mouth across your stomach, feeling how your hands had moved into his hair, tugging at the strands to go lower. His teeth gripped the fabric as he pulled it down instantly seeing the slick having dampened your underwear. He pulled it away, chucking it onto his desk as his mouth instantly met your clit, spreading your legs to beside his body.

Licking and sucking at the folds that divulged into your cunt, your moans filled the room as one of his hands began kneading at your breasts, mouth covered in slick. “Mo…more.”

He listened to your babbling whines, moving his tongue right into your cunt, his other hands moving to your clit as he rubbed circles with his thumb. You arched your back as soon as you felt his tongue glide through your warm cunt, he could taste the coating of slick run down his tongue mixing with his saliva. It wasn’t common for Sukuna to go down on girls, he knew most of his one-night stands had been ones of getting sucked off and then fucking them. He couldn’t tell you the last time he had gone down on a girl, but the way you gripped at his hair, pushed him further. He knew you would be the only girl he’d ever go down on, with your swollen clit and folds that were encased in slick.

How could he not resist?

His tongue continued to lap inside your cunt, your moans for his tongue to go deeper as the bridge of his nose touched his fingers, he moved his slick covered fingers across your nipples before sticking his fingers right into your warm mouth. You easily took the two fingers sucking and wrapping your tongue around them. Sukuna knew why he was eating you out, he wanted you to feel pleasure, he wanted you to know you had his undivided attention, that he was the only man to make you feel good.

You felt a knot in your stomach already feeling cum start to gush down right into his mouth, he could sense it as his tongue movement became faster, rougher even, your moaning making his ever-growing cock become painfully hard. “Cum in my mouth.” He mumbled through his licks, on command white gushed from your cunt as he mouth was coated in a wet white liquid.

He looked up at you as his mouth remained near your cunt, his fingers moved from mouth as he licked his lips wiping the rest of the cum on his arm as he watched your dazed expression. He moved up, kneeling between your spread legs as he moved down to capture your lips, you could taste yourself on his mouth, his mouth sucking at your tongue as he moved his mouth down your neck. Giving a long lick across your jaw and down to your collarbone, “want me to stuff you now baby, make you full.”

“Ye…yes sir.” He couldn’t help but admire your expression, the way your eyes were eager as your hands moved to his joggers, already seeing his hard cunt ready for you. Mouth watering as he pulled his joggers away, his muscled thighs that could crush you in an instant between your dripping cunt as his bulge was more evident.

He couldn’t help but stop and stare as he took his boxers off, seeing how pretty you looked with the dishevelled her and look of admiration. The girl he had spilt coffee on was underneath him, begging to be filled with his cock. He couldn’t help but feel cock as his cock was in his hands, pumping his hand lazily around it before moving it across your clit and slick. “Please…put it in me.”

He smirked at your whines before aligning his cock right into your core, he brought both your legs up between his arms and chest as he stayed between your spread legs. “You want to be my good girl.”

“Ye…yes I’ll be your good girl,” at the sound of this his cock instantly pushed into your cunt, “Agh S…ir.”

Your breathing had become heavy as he groaned at the feeling of your cunt, “so tight, pretty girl.”

His hands had moved onto the bed as he encased your face, each thrust making you moan, your hands on his back, scratching against his many tattoos as he brought his face closer to your own. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

His words hit you as you looked into his eyes, love pooling from them as you kissed him slowly, each thrust becoming softer and slower as he kept a steady rhythm as you finally spoke the words he had needed to hear. “I…like you Sukuna.”

“Ryo, call me Ryo.” He whispered as he kissed your jaw, each thrust making you whine into his ear as something in your heart felt full at his allowance to let you call him a name he had been adamant against, he continued with more comforting words of, “you’re everything to me.”

His words were comforting, he would never understand why he had been such a cunt to you at the beginning. But being deep inside of you, the trust you had for him as both your foreheads touched, his eyes flashing with love against your own. It must have been fate that brought you both together on that windy night, he didn’t know what else it could be.

The full moon shone through the window, each thrust sending you a shock of love and comfort as he could feel how your legs twitched beside his own. He kissed you one last time feeling your second orgasm come through as he sloppily continued to fuck you, he saw how tears welled up in your eyes. He wiped them with his hand kissing your cheek as your hands remained around his body as he rode his own orgasm out. Your cunt stuffed and filled with his cum as he kept his cock inside of you, looking into your eyes, head resting against your chest. As he heard your heavy breathing one of your hands moving to caress his pink hair as you both stayed like this.

He would never know how this moment occurred, but he did know that the prettiest most annoying girl he had ever met was underneath him and he finally understood what paradise really was like.

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[cherrykindness]

wild tweets |

pairing: Harry Styles x Actress!Reader

summary: as newlyweds, you and harry read thirsty comments for buzzfeed.

warning: it's thirsty tweets, so below there is adult humor 😳

"It's a bright, sunny morning in Los Angeles, and there's nothing I want more than to be on BuzzFeed and read wild tweets alongside my husband."

"Thirsty tweets, babe." Harry corrected, laughing out loud with the producers behind the cameras.

"Thirsty Tweets." You said quickly, putting your hand over your mouth to stifle a giggle. "I'm terrible at that, I'm sorry. Can we start over?"

"Let's take a break for one to two minutes. You've given us a great introduction, Y/N."

You shook your head, smiling shyly before turning to Harry, who was already watching you with that easy smile at the corner of his lips. You liked how his hand remained firmly on yours, making those circular movements with the thumb that always served as a natural medice for your anxiety.

"You look so fucking beautiful."

The pleated dress with flounce sleeves fit you like a glove. You had made peace with the various shades of white since the wedding and knew that Harry liked to see you in that color too.

"Thank you, you're not too bad either, Styles."

You intimately suspected that Harry would always seem far beyond that "not bad" that came out as a euphemism from your mouth. He wore nothing but a pair of bell-bottom pants in a strong shade of blue and a soft vest printed with fluffy little sheep on a striped American collared shirt - in your opinion, no one could look better in farm animal clothing than Harry Styles and Princess Diana with her red "Black Sheep" sweater in the 1980s. In contrast, you knew your husband well enough to know that he was arrogant and knew exactly how hot he looked - you also made your thoughts clear enough when you kept him backstage beyond ten minutes in a rather heated kissing session.

"Are you anxious?" you asked curiously, remaining with downcast eyes fixed on the strokes that remained assiduous on your warm skin. "To read about how the whole internet dreams of fucking my wife?! Of course." Harry joked, leaning over to leave a small one on your cheek. "We agree on that, don't we? Although I'm a little nervous, I'm really interested to know all the crazy things they say about you. Everyone knows you're mine at the end of the day, that's enough."

At the end of the break, you and Harry made a silent agreement that you should be the first to pick up one of the scattered papers in the red pot. There were quite a significant amount of tweets, and as much as you were used to reading rather sordid things about your husband on the Internet, the excitement was there as if you were wading into uncharted territory.

"I would be a good girl all year round if Santa guaranteed me a threesome with Harry and Y/N Styles on Christmas Eve." You laughed, Harry staring at the camera with an expression close to the meme of the surprised Pikachu. "You guys are incredibly nasty, I love it."

"If that was the first one, I'm really worried about the next ones." Harry commented with a little corner smile, picking the next tweet out of the bucket. "I have an entire folder on Pinterest dedicated to Harry Styles' hands, and let me tell you why: those hands are art, and art needs to be recognized."

"What- Guys, you promised you wouldn't post my anonymous tweets here." You quipped with false reproach, laughing at your own stupid joke while everyone else in the studio did the same. "But I can't blame her, honestly." Shaking your shoulders, you opened another piece of paper. "Harry Styles finally confessed that he wrote Watermelon Sugar for Y/N!!!! Are you guys imagining the same thing as me?!!!!!! 🥵🍆💦"

"Exhausted emoji, eggplant emoji, and water emoji?" Harry frowned, staring at the tweet you held up. "I imagine you're in need of a vacation somewhere refreshing and you're craving a fruit that everyone eats like it's really a vegetable."

"That reminded me of that story-" You laughed, hiding your face on the table as Harry continued to offer a poker face to the camera, struggling not to keep up with you laughter. "I'm sorry, lovie, I have to share this with the rest of the world." You stated, wiping a few tears from the corner of your eyes. "Harry always wears those fancy suits to concerts, right?! Right! Turns out he looks really hot in some, like his ass molds perfectly into those tight pants and everything. I was home that night because I wasn't feeling well enough to face the big crowds, but I was still following everything on twitter. It was a concert in London, not so far from where we lived at the time, so it was obvious that he would come home after it was over. I follow some portals that do really fast updates of pictures, videos, etc; everything that happened at Harry's concert was on my timeline in a matter of seconds. When one of these profiles uploaded a picture of him with his back to the camera in a heavily accentuated black and white suit, I quickly sent him the image along with a peach emoji and then wrote "looks good tonight". He didn't reply to me until a few hours later, of course, but I obviously didn't expect a "ready for a Fifth Avenue peach salad for dinner?" and numerous cutlery emojis."

Harry rolled his eyes comically, indulging in laughter as did everyone else who occupied the backstage area.

"I'm against the eroticization of emojis." He said between uncompensated breaths, shaking his head negatively. "Let's go to the next ones, please, I'm already feeling exposed enough here."

"I like your old-fashioned spirit, baby." You assured him with a smile, laying on the sturdy shoulder hidden under the fluffy fabric.

Harry chuckled low, leaving a little kiss on the top of your head before selecting the next paper. The fans would die when that video aired, everyone was sure. You two easily forgot the cameras when you were side by side, and the public display of affection had never been a problem.

"My life mission is to look at someone the way Harry looks at Y/N and be reciprocated the way Y/N looks at Harry, then I could die happy." Harry read. "That was very good and healthy, thank you!" He smiled. "But don't settle for death in that case, please. Just make sure to keep that person around forever."

"Awn, we got so sweet now." You made a pout. "Thank you for sending us something so cute! I really hope you find the right person soon." Sending a kiss to the camera, you moved on to the next tweet. "I wouldn't want to get a golden ticket to visit Willy Wonka's factory, I would like to get a golden ticket to actively participate in Y/N and Harry Styles' Honeymoon.

"That was creative, so I will disregard the fact that you removed my last name from my wife's name." Harry joked.

"I will always be an Y/L/N." You flashed the tongue. "We had a great Honeymoon, but I know you guys already know all about it because there are pictures all over the internet of outings that I don't even remember existed."

"Even though we chose a rather reserved city, many paparazzi still managed to photograph some of our nights there." Harry agreed. "There was one particular day when we opted to have dinner at a restaurant near the beach. Y/N had found it even before the trip, it was pretty laid back and we could spend the evening at karaoke. I don't really remember what happened, but we woke up the next day with a terrible hangover, still wearing the clothes from the dinner and with several headlines saying that I was cheating on my wife in the middle of our Honeymoon with a blue-haired italian girl."

"That wig made me sexy, man." You blinked, laughing as you remembered the situation. "It's a shame the paparazzi only got low quality images, but I swear I looked really amazing that night. Italy, I miss you."

"We're coming to the end and I haven't had to ask production for a glass of water yet, thank you to whoever selected these tweets." Harry raised his thumb to the camera, smiling before turning his gaze back to the small paper he had chosen. "Y/N could literally punch me in the face and I would just bow down and thank them for it." He laughed. "She has heavy hands, so I would rethink that choice."

"It takes strong hands to be a superheroine." You blinked gracefully, referring to your works as a Marvel actress. "I move around a lot during the night, so I'll take this lovely opportunity to say that twitter can dismiss all the malicious theories about Harry always show up with a new bruise all over his body."

"Please stop making indecent assumptions while Y/N is aggressive with me at night only unconsciously, her father has access to social media."

You laughed, clearing your throat before reading the next obscenity aloud.

"I would sell all my possessions to have Y/N sitting on my lap for ten seconds."

"Oh my God." Harry laughed out loud, throwing his head back. "I should have said that in our wedding vows."

You shook your head, laughing low as you set the tweet aside.

"That was pretty funny and cheeky, I approve."

"Okay, looks like we finally got to the last one." Harry announced, waving the paper in the air dramatically before opening it. "Harry could literally crush me with those boots while fuc- I need that glass of water." He said dumbfounded, hiding his face between his hands after throwing the tweet over his shoulder. You laughed out loud next to the organizers, and meanwhile Harry leaned his head on your bust, staring at you still with wide eyes. "Please promise that we will be careful with our future children on the internet."

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[ditttiii]

gold rush. || kth {m}

⇢ summary: kim taehyung is a walking heartbreak waiting to happen. all narrow eyes and long nose and devilish smirks, he is everyone’s dream. after months of sharing an elevator with the man who makes your heart race until you can scarcely breathe when the chance finally comes; are you willing to risk it all for his touch? 

⇢ genre: porn with feelings, soft smut, angst, is unresolved tension and feelings a genre?

⇢ pairing: kim taehyung x reader

⇢ word count: 4.4k

⇢ rating: explicit / 18+

⇢ theme: strangers to lovers, s2l!au

⇢warning/s: public/elevator sex, exhibitionism, fingering, cunnilingus/oral (female receiving), lots of kissing, hickeys, unprotected sex? reader’s on the pill, swearing, tension and so much of it, unresolved-repressed feelings, taehyung is a certified dingus & reader is hopelessly smitten. 

⇢ a/n: betaed by @yeojaa​ who owns my heart and is the most precious bean ever. 

also have all my virtual, socially distanced cuddles @btsmosphere​ @papillonsgf​ @birbdae​ & @unoriginal-username15432​. if it weren’t for their support this wouldn’t be out today. my gratitude knows no bounds ♡ also big thanks to taylor for the fic title.

banner by @chillingkoo​ & moodboard by @today-we-will-survive​​ their art breathed life into this fic ♡ a belated birthday fic for one mr.kim taehyung & the beautiful @kerikaaria​.  this fic is also my submission for @thebtswritersclub​ january monthly project. 

lastly, i had a lot of fun writing this so i hope you guys enjoy it x 2021 here v go ♡

You wonder when the shame stopped making you hide behind a curtain of messy bed hair. When the smell of a man's cologne on you and a fruity fragrance on him started to feel normal; routine.

 The elevator closes with a 'ping', and your eyes track the numbers as they descend, the warmth of another human, the soft puffs of his breath, warming your shivering, scantily dressed body.

 "What happened to ‘she’s too old for me?’ " You grunt, slipping off your six inches of agony inducing footwear and pushing them to a corner.

 "What happened to you not being jealous?" You can feel his smirk, oozing of self-assured nonchalance and smugness that would seem ugly on anyone but fits like a well-tailored suit on him. From the corner of your eye, you watch as he leans back, hands resting on the metal railing while his tall, lean body slouches lazily, almost invitingly, and you have to force your eyes away from tracing the curves of his pecs. It's a tempting sight, but you aren't about to give him any more ammo to goad you with. As it is, he already knows too much, is far too keen. 

 "Of your sugar mama? I don't think so."

 Taehyung hums but doesn't refute the statement and the silence between you two stretches on. A burning ball of jealousy in your stomach continues to eat away at your peace, and with a clenched jaw, you allow your head to rest against the cool metal of the elevator and pretend that the proximity doesn't affect you. 

 It's always the same between you two, a constant game of tug and war, where one pulls too firmly, and then the other comes tumbling close until one of you comes back to your senses and then it's back to square one. Back to bickering and recounting the previous night’s escapades of half-truths and lies told from kiss-swollen lips and hooded gazes as you try your best to rile the other one up.

 It's stupid. You are in your twenties and this isn't like you. The lying, the pretence that you are still seeing your ex-boyfriend and biting and sucking your own lip until it swells; until you look properly ravished; none of this is you.

 You should have known the day he first stumbled into the elevator with a half-buttoned shirt and bite marks painted over the pale skin of his neck, a satisfied smirk curled on his dark pink lips, that he wasn't good for you. But no, like the absolute fool that you are, you fell for him. Fell knowing full well he wasn't yours to have, that back then you weren't his to have.

 The elevator comes to a stop with a shudder. Your eyes, closed sometime during the descent, snap open and your feet pause when the sight of the closed doors grace you.

 "You stopped the elevator." It's not a question, not when his hand is still hovering over the stop button, head tilted as his eyes stay trained on you.

 "I did." He admits to a question you never asked.

 Biting back a hiss at his insistence on being difficult, you twist on your heels, lips pulled into a smile whose edges sting like shards of a broken glass and parry, "And why did you do that, pray tell?"

 He doesn't answer, just looks at you with that half-lidded gaze and his silence only infuriates you more, makes the back of your neck feel heated as an angry flush rises from your chest all the way up to your cheeks and with a few angry stomps you’re in Taehyung's space, barely a few inches left between you two.

 "God!" You start, and the anger, the jealousy, the ugly ball of insecurity and lust and something you haven't quite found a name for yet all coagulate and rise up your throat, burning your heart in their wake until you are hurting and seething. “I don’t get you, nor do I want to anymore!" The words tumble out, one after another and half thought out but your chest still burns and the ugly ball still feels scorching hot in your throat and you can't bring yourself to stop, to shut up and think. "Stop doing this. Stop flirting with me and stop looking at me with those hooded eyes of yours and for the love of god, do you really need to lick your lip that often? Why don't you carry a lip balm if your lips are that dry, huh?"

 The cross of your eyes is almost painful, but you have started and fuelled by anger and unreciprocated feelings there’s no stopping your steam. "And now this! Stopping the elevator! What the hell is this supposed to mean?" His lips part as if to answer but without waiting for his response, you plow on, "What! Do you actually have an answer? Really? Let's face it; you think I’m some sort of challenge that needs to be conquered. Another notch on your bedpost. You and your stupid smirks and half-lidded eyes and that damn mole on your nose and god, can you just not—"

 The soft pad of his finger on your lips pauses your rant, leaves them parted and your heart hammering while unsaid words clutter the hollow spaces in your throat, tighten around your vocal cords like a noose until they become their own nemesis. 

 "I broke up with her last night," Taehyung says, and from where you are standing so close to him, his breath on your neck, cheeks, lips is too enchanting, too much like something you had hoped and begged and prayed for far too long now. Breathing out harshly you blink yourself back to reality because you must be hearing him wrong. 

  "Huh?"

 His hand slowly comes up to hold your chin, thumb running over your lower lip with a feather-like touch, "I broke up with her last night, went home and came back early because I didn't want to miss you." He says, and your chest feels tight, palms numb and it's only when his hand gently settles over the nape of your neck and you inhale painfully that you realise that you had stopped breathing.

 "Why?" You rasp out. 

  Don't hope. This means nothing. Do not hope. 

 Something twists in your belly, a thread tightens around your heart, and you know, despite it all, that you are hoping. 

 "Why do you think?" He asks instead, and you stifle the sudden desire to bash his head into a wall. 

 "Don't play games with me." 

 A sigh, his breath dancing on your lips and you barely suppress the tingles that burn down your spine, "I'm not. I don't want to, not anymore." The hand resting around your neck curls, fingers caressing the soft skin behind your ear.

 "What do you want then?" Your words are quiet, hope and longing laced into every syllable that you desperately hope to hide but fail. 

 Your heart hammers into your ribs with so much force you are half afraid it will leave them cracked; splintered just like your love for the man who is touching you, holding your entire heart in the palm of his hands while you wait for it to be crushed. Because it will, it's inevitable. Kim Taehyung is a walking heartbreak waiting to happen. All narrow eyes and long nose and devilish smirks, he is too good. Too good for the woman he was with and certainly too good for you. You would be happy if you looked half as good on your wedding day as he regularly does because he is that gorgeous. And unreal, and pretty and it hurts. 

 It hurts because you can never have him and any second now he will push you away and ridicule you for getting flustered so easily and he will never understand, and god it cuts. It tears at you because despite knowing better, you long for him, his touch, his warmth.

 Maybe even his love. But that is one hope you refuse to acknowledge out loud. 

 Your breaths mingle from where you two are standing so close, and part of you aches to reach out, to pull him closer and wrap yourself around him until you can sync the beat of your heart to his, to nestle your face in the crook of his neck and breathe him in, drown in the scent of that spicy cologne that you associate with him and nobody else. Because it's tempting, oh so inviting and he is so so close.

 You could touch his chest, caress the skin peeking from in between the dip of his low neck shirt and it would be easy, he would let you, you know that too but what about after? How do you come back from holding someone your soul is in love with and then pretend that being with them for one night was enough? How does your hope keep living on in the name of that fragment of love? His arms your shelter for one night and then you are back to being strangers, sharing elevators and bumping into each other at the grocery store, pretending all the while that you do not yearn to visit that one night you spent together whenever your head hits the pillow? 

 "I..." Taehyung struggles, chews the words before his lips form them because this is his last chance and if he loses you now, it's over; he knows that too. The pair of you are done playing cat and mouse. 

 "I know my words don't hold a whole lot of value. I could promise you things, but you won't believe me and that's fair. I get it." He admits, another hand coming up until your face is cradled in his open palms, fingers slipping behind the edges of your ears and you will yourself to not drop your gaze, to look into his eyes and search for...love? Honesty? You wish you could say you know what it is that you are hunting for, but held so close all you can think about is the chestnut brown of his eyes, the black that rims them, the high arched brows and the thin, smooth lips and that mole; that mole that you can only see when you are pressed close, a hair's breadth of space between you two. 

 "But...?" You ask, pray, and yet again, against your better judgement hope.

 "But I love you." He confesses, voice forever rich and deep and you feel the hum of his baritone from where your chest is still pulled tight to his. "My love for you is unlike any I have ever known, and it scared me; it still scares me because I don't know. I don't know what I will do if I ever lose you. I care too much, I—" His grip on you tightens and instinctively your hands snake around his waist, clenching the soft cotton of his shirt, nails biting into your skin as his words thread your hopelessly lovesick heart back together; piece by piece.

 "I love you too much." Taehyung whispers and the ice around your heart thaws, his raw confession lighting a fire in your nerves until you are left buzzing from the high of his admission. "Trust me. Just this once. Please." He is vulnerable in his plea, and for the first time you wonder if you had characterised him wrong. Boxed and stored him like a gift on a shelf without bothering to look underneath the paper wrapping.

 Taehyung doesn't have to beg, he doesn't have to try and persuade anyone, and for all the gibes you threw his way, all the daggered words about him dating only for money, you didn't truly believe any of them. Sure, the woman he had been with for the last few months was older (a voice in your head whispers wiser), but that wasn't because she was, as you would often insist, his 'sugar mama', but instead because their interests aligned. Kim Taehyung is a man of taste, whether it be his fondness for a violin's trill, fascination with modern art, or his love for jazz music. He is an enigma and with no small amount of embarrassment you think back to all the times you have bought a book after he made a passing comment on it, searched the pages and the characters to find some semblance of him.

 Maybe you are pathetic, perhaps you are far too infatuated with this man for it to be healthy. Just maybe...

 "No," Taehyung commands, his voice so determined you’re snapped back to the present, head thrown out of the haze your wandering thoughts had created.

 Seeing your obscure expression and strayed eyes (look away because you can't acknowledge how much he matters), he pushes, one hand sliding down to grip your chin and urge you to look him in the eye. "Don't." 

 Maybe he sees something in your eyes, spots your hidden insecurities, reads you like an open book and dog-ears the pages that hold your weakness. 

 "Don't what?" You deflect, gaze drifting away again as you pretend to not know what he means but secretly long for him to keep pushing, to keep trying—your denial’s a facade to hide all your pleas. 

 "Don't do this to me. To us."  

 "You'll hurt me." You protest, a half-hearted attempt at trying to protect your already doomed heart even as your fingers clench tighter, pull him closer.

 "No, I won't." He speaks with certainty that you don't wholly believe but fuelled by far too much love and longing, you don't protest any further and instead toe closer, rise higher, and breathe in the shaky exhale he lets out when your lips skim the sharp curve of his jaw. 

 "I've wanted this for so long." Unadulterated desire courses through your veins at his admission. Even if Taehyung is lying, even if he leaves you stranded after today, you'll live. You'll live on the high of this moment, the memory of his skin under your touch, the crisp of the cotton draped over his lean torso. 

 It's easier to let go and surrender yourself, easier to lay yourself bare because you have already come too far and there is no protecting yourself anymore—your heart is now his to do with.

 Your hands twine around his waist, slide over the vast expanse of his back like he is yours; as though if you try hard enough, you'll leave an imprint, a sign that he belongs to you. Mark him for the rest of eternity and brand him with your name on his heart. 

 Kissing him is easy, the slight ache of staying on your tippy-toes going by unregistered as you get lost in the sensation of his lips, his sighs on your chin, the tickle of his lashes against the high curve of your cheek. 

 The cradle of his palms around your face is gentle, almost careful, as though you are a porcelain doll and he is afraid one harsh move will leave you splintered. Chest tight, you push down the last remaining traces of hesitation clinging inside your throat and twist to catch his lips instead, licking a long strip from the soft cleft of his chin over to his parted lips, dip into the hollow of his mouth and slide over the soft flesh on the inside before you catch his upper lip in between yours and suck.

 His responding groan has you clenching your thighs and you break the kiss, breathing in to replenish the oxygen that doesn't seem as important when his lips are on yours. When your gaze catches his, for once you don't look away, don't force yourself to stop from swimming in the beautiful, clear pool of his eyes.

 "I love you too." Your admission is quiet, more a careful whisper than anything else, as though any louder and you'll break this spell and things will go back to the way they were. He will come to his senses and realise he doesn't love you after all and then you'll go back to being a pining, lovesick fool, only this time with a broken heart and no hope to cling to.

 His eyes grow soft—gentle in the curve of two crescent moons, and you smile your first real smile, the edges twitching and pulling into a gentle grin before you can bite it down and the answering smile that Taehyung rewards you with has your heart squeezing almost painfully inside your chest.

 "Yeah?" He asks as though he already knows the answer but just wants to hear you say it again, profess your love for him again and you do. You say it again and again, press your lips over every inch of his face and emboss the words onto the smooth, unblemished skin.

 Taking in a shuddering breath, you answer from around the suspended ball of disbelief and love in your throat. "Yeah." 

 When the clothes start coming off it’s a gentle, slow affair, the spaces in between filled with tender touches curious to explore the skin that they had desired for so long and open-mouthed kisses pressing promises of forever and happily ever after onto the naked expanse, leaving goosebumps in their wake.  

 Legs twined around his waist like ivy, you arch off the floor. A tug of your hand and his shirt slips low, and then your mouth is pressing warm, wet, kisses, tongue slipping out and desperately tasting his skin, his sweat— him. You lean back and then he's on you, low, low, low until his lips are close enough to skim the edges of your panties and you buckle, arch and push without meaning to as you ache for relief only he can provide. 

 "You are beautiful. So so beautiful. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen." 

 His words are rough, less speech and more growl as he pushes his head closer to your soaking heat and inhales. "Fuck." 

 Breathes turning to hitches, words into gasps, you can scarcely keep your eyes open when he runs a long, slim finger through your folds and circles your wet opening before your walls are pulsing around him, sucking and pulling the finger in as deep as it will go. One and two then three, your cunt can't have enough of his fingers, his heat and him and oh— 

 His lips are velvet against your clit, your body a molten mass of gold moulding itself around his fingers, your sanity and restraint slipping and dripping down onto the carpeted floor from in between the spaces. With the last left strength, you prop yourself onto your elbows and the sight of Taehyung's mouth on your sex is almost enough to send you slipping back down again. His tongue laves across your folds with the desperation of a man parched, caressing every fold, greedily licking away your dripping arousal and moaning out obscenities too vulgar for how early the day is. 

 When you come, it's with a cry that sounds too animalistic to be yours. One that comes from your chest and leaves your back arched like the ends of a boomerang. "Good?" He asks with glistening lips, and you wanna scream, hysterical in your pitch— good? Is there anything better that exists in this world than his lips on you making you come? Again and again, until you can no longer stand the sensitivity? 

 But instead of screaming, or shaking him by his shoulders until it gets through his head, you reply with a spent nod and let your elbows slip. This is what being eaten out by Kim Taehyung feels like. The pleasure coursing through your veins is something far more potent than any you have ever felt before. The blood in your veins thrumming, almost sizzling under the thin layer of your skin. 

 He presses his forehead to yours, rests to catch his breath and with every shuddery inhale you breathe your arousal in, a swipe of your tongue across his glistening lips, and then you can taste it too. It tastes of nothing and yet everything. Coming from his lips, it tastes of what your dreams are built from, like liquified recklessness and yearning and above all —Taehyung. 

 It tastes of him and his smirks and all the kisses you couldn't have and all the kisses you now hope for. 

 His fingers are gentle when they tuck your hair, eyes bright behind the curtain of messy, ink-black strands, "There's a law somewhere that says when you love someone with all your heart, you are unavoidably loved by them as well. Amor ch'a null'amato amar perdona." 

 Your eyes search his, frantically rove all over his face, search the lines under his eyes, pause at the small mole on his nose, and then stop at the sight of the one on his lower lip, the one that your eyes would always drift to every time he'd smirk or grin in the past. Now he's smiling, lips stretched into a soft boxy curve, the mole evident against the edge and you raise a trembling hand, run your thumb across it. Cup his face with both your hands until your vision blurs and then your lips are on his. Locking and licking and your mouth is a leaking faucet of I love you's, hands working to the back of his head and getting lost in those perfectly long, wavy strands. 

 You hope this is the real thing when you wildly take off your dress, rip off his shirt unmindful of the last few buttons that clatter to the floor and undress until the both of you are as bare as you were the day you were born.

 The steel railing is startlingly cold against your rear but before you can wince Taehyung's large hands are on your waist, pulling you closer until all that's on your mind is the feel of him, hard and hot against your dripping heat. His mouth is on your breast, lips sucking marks into the flesh and tying you to him, leaving traces of his presence behind until you can no longer differentiate the ache in your heart from the burn in your belly. 

 Somehow through the haze of want and compulsive need, you collect yourself enough to tell him you're on the pill when he remembers the lack of protection in his wallet, and then he's inside you. The thrust inside is fluid, and you are moaning, keening at your wetness, at how long he is, at how unbearably, entirely full you are. 

 Your name falls from his lips like a prayer, like the last words of a man dying an untimely death, desperate and hurried and like if he takes a second too long he might never get the chance again. The scratch of your nails against his back must hurt, the grip of your heels around his sides must be painful, and still you can't bring yourself to let up; to let go. 

 The air inside becomes humid, reeks of sex and sweat and everything that shouldn't seem so right, and yet does. 

 You come first, hit your peak and crash through it like a ship in a torrential sea, hot and volatile and like something vital that you'll retain even in the afterlife. Taehyung–sweet, sweet Taehyung – helps you ride it out, makes your body sing with the honed practice of a pianist who has spent more decades playing than he can recall. His tongue is on your neck, stroking that one sensitive spot in the hollow of your clavicle while his hand brushes your clit, builds the pleasure and lets it drift, unhurried and soft until you are crying from the overwhelming rightness of it. 

 With a shudder, you finally push his hand away from your quivering heat and bring it to your lips, kiss the bony knuckles and let it rest on your thigh from where he wraps it tight around your waist and drives to chase his own high. 

 Sated you watch Taehyung, catalogue all the features that you had never seen before but up close can. Just in case—just. File them all in a part of your heart where only he resides, a piece you will always come back to, regardless of if the man in your arms chooses to stay or not. You will be selfish with these memories, hoard and treasure them in secrecy until the day you can look back upon them with nothing more than nostalgic fondness. 

 The appearance of a deep furrow on his forehead, between those long arched brows and the breaking rhythm of his thrusts, alerts you to how close he is and you clench. Clench with all the love and devotion you nurture in your heart and hope that somehow it will be enough. If not forever, then at least until you can have your fill, until you can love him for a life's worth and live off on those memories. Live on them like a late mother's half-finished perfume bottle that you take out and sniff on your sorriest days, a push strong enough to keep you going. 

 One more day, then one more and then just one more until you can finally meet him in the afterlife, old and having done all that you had been sent to do. Except for love. You doubt you can ever love like this again. 

 Kissing him after feels like the best kind of heartbreak because you know, somewhere deep in your gut where you house your intuition and insecurities, you know this won't last. 

 Yet you wouldn't take back anything. Your lips form words on Taehyung's shoulder 'i love you so much. i always will', and you tighten your arms around his waist. Anchor him to the present and pray that the defence will be strong enough to keep him with you for a little while more. 

 Just a little.

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Is Conrad's lust for his father requited?

The hand touch the hand touch I will never get over that pride and prejudice hand touch look how protectively he holds and then regretfully caresses away my heart is breaking

Tw/ father-son incest, dubcon (Rasputin x Conrad), smut

Yes. Absolutely it 100 percent is no one can tell me otherwise and it pains Orlando terribly. But he doesn't tell Conrad for a long time, he truly is disgusted with himself for realizing how his affections grew for his boy and his love, his sinful, agonizing love that should have never bloomed is much harder for him to accept than it is for Conrad.

Conrad feels a smidge of shame for lusting after his father, knows it's not proper, but he couldn't help it, ever since he knew what attraction was he knew that for him that meant his father who he always looked up to and admired and wanted to be good for, and loved by. To him, humping the pillow and fingering himself to completion while thinking of daddy on top of him was something he would blush about when putting the soiled pillowcase in the laundry or stutter when minutes later his father asks him at the breakfast table how did he sleep. It was a dirty secret to keep from the other posh boys he played cricket with who couldn't stop gushing about girls' bodies while he silently thought about all the times he "accidentally" walked in on his father showering. It's not an information he'll easily give away, but it is not something he wishes to be rid of either. Ever since he was small he kept saying when he grows up he'll marry daddy and have many babies with him to which his mother scolded him for and his father laughed off. His childish crush however only grew as he did, always at the back of his mind like a permanent ache, and his dreams of being together with his father never wavered.

Conrad has been sleeping in his parents' bed quite often since he was small, a soft little divider clinging onto his father like a little koala; Orlando found it adorable but Emily preferred to have him carry Conrad back to his own bed once he fell asleep. Conrad still kept coming back, even more so after his mother's death. Couldn't spend the night alone really and Orlando didn't want him to either, hugging Conrad close to him at night and breathing in his calming sweet scent to finally get a blink of sleep himself instead of imagining gunfire and seeing ghosts against the wall. His son was everything to him, now the only thing, his sweetest most angelic little creature that he needed to protect at all costs. But what if the threat came from inside?

Glaring away perverted old men that started making comments on Conrad's growing body and beauty was one thing, but to agree with the words inside his head while clutching his boy possessively close was another. He couldn't pinpoint an exact moment he started feeling attraction for his boy but it definitely happened around his growth spurt when it wasn't proper anymore for a child to spend the nights in his father's bed and Conrad's legs started getting longer and less stick-like with knobby knees and more like something on one of those burlesque posters; he walked around too as if he were taunting his father with them, only wearing Orlando's shirt as he usually does for bed but the way his body grew, the bottom half of the shirt seemed to shrink, revealing more and more of his smooth milky thighs and Orlando found himself staring at them when Conrad was lounging in bed with him on the weekend, eating toast covered in butter and jam and sucking the excess off his long fingers.

He's been told many times over and over how his son was a beauty, - "Prettier than my daughters, or my lovers," one politician chuckled to him when petting Conrad's soft cheek at a dinner party, "Much more beautiful than his mother, if you don't mind me saying," said another, - so it shouldn't have come as a surprise but still. Still the last thing he expected was his eyes tracing Conrad's long legs up to his round butt, barely covered by his sleep shirt, to his small waist and up his delicate spine to his heavenly face and fixate on the cherry red pillowy lips for far too long as they cleaned at his jammy fingers and thinking of nothing else but wanting to touch. Orlando almost jumped out of his skin when he looked down and saw his own erection tenting the blanket, thankfully covered by his morning paper from Conrad's curious blue eyes. He couldn't will it away no matter how he glared at it and Conrad turning on the bed and stretching out like a cat, putting his slim blemishless body on display did not help. The boy was about fifteen and quickly gaining on Orlando in height, so it shouldn't have been that difficult a request but Conrad still looked at him like he just shot a puppy when Orlando cleared his throat and suggested Conrad should start spending his nights in his own bed from now on.

Hurt wasn't even the word for it, Conrad was outraged, huffing and whining like a brat and rubbing his cheek on Orlando's thigh (again, not helping) as he argued against sleeping on his own. Orlando didn't want a stray erection that he had no control over to accidentally poke his son in the night when they're all snuggled up so he remained firm about it even when Conrad was fussy about it all day, and then when the night came he tried to get Conrad back to his own bed when the boy slipped beneath the sheets but all fight left him when Conrad started the waterworks, sobbing that daddy doesn't love him and finds him annoying until finally Orlando had to give in and scoop Conrad in his lap to comfort him and reassure him that daddy does love him very much but Conrad is too big now for this. Conrad looked up at him with big teary eyes and huffed that no he isn't, trying to make himself appear as small as possible. Orlando sighed and mentally noted that he'll try to get Conrad to sleep on his own in a few weeks. But those few weeks turned into a year then two and Conrad was now taller than him and still snuggling against his father's neck at night and falling asleep to his heartbeat, saying good night with an I Iove you that made Orlando ache.

Each erection he took care of in privacy that were instigated by Conrad felt like a stab to his morale and no matter how hard he tried not to think of his boy when taking care of it, his mind always slipped. Conrad liked to be dressed up by him, no one else, and at 17, he still expected his father to wash and comb his hair and slip his clothes on him, including his socks and garters and underwear and now Orlando always had to dash to the bathroom to get rid of his "problem" once Conrad was halfway to ready, unable to take the image of Conrad's butt a mere centimeter from his face as he slips his shorts on for him out of his mind. Conrad also liked to be undressed by him, but when Orlando was too busy Conrad would whine and start undressing himself right next to his father's desk, leaving his clothes crumpled on the floor as he looks over Orlando's shoulder to check what was more important than him, his bare chest resting against his back. If Conrad had exercised prior and was still sticky with sweat, the closeness and his scent would be enough to turn Orlando on, holding in his groan at the moist kiss to his cheek and at the sight of Conrad's beautiful body walking away from him to jump in the shower. Pressing his palm to his growing need he thought of what kind of a terrible person God must think him for torturing him like this.

He knew of course of Conrad's crush on him from early on but was helpless to smother it as he was helpless against his own. He felt his boy late at night rubbing his rump back against his crotch and pant into the pillow while his shoulder moved tellingly in front of him, clutching at Orlando's arm around his waist with his other hand, gasping "daddy" almost soundlessly and cumming onto the sheets when Orlando's arm around him tightened and pulled him closer to his now throbbing erection. Orlando pretended to be asleep still when Conrad practiced kissing on him even though he knew he shouldn’t have let him nor should he have let Conrad inch his delicate hand down his sleep pants and take a hold of his member when he thought his father wasn't conscious. He's just curious - that's what he tried to tell himself- nothing inherently wrong about that.

But then on Conrad's 18th birthday things took a turn. Orlando thought the champagne was appropriate, his boy was finally of age, why deny him, but then Conrad had a little one too many flutes and giggled all the way to the bedroom where Orlando laughed as well as he helped his boy undress once more and get ready for bed, only for Conrad to wrap his arms around his shoulder and lean in for a messy wet kiss. The shock had him allow Conrad to kiss him for a minute too long and when gently pushed back, Conrad just whined and bit his lower lip, diving back in when Orlando hissed in pain. It felt too good even if it was obviously amateur, teeth knocking against each other and tongue lapping in as if to taste every inch of the inside of his mouth, but damn it felt good and the champagne and whiskey muddled his brain enough (or so he excuses) to kiss back and push his son up against the wall. Conrad gave out a sinful noise, eagerly grinding his naked body up against Orlando, spreading his long legs to give access and wrapping them around his body and damn Orlando had to rock into the feeling, its been so long and Conrad is so perfect, more than perfect, he's his, his angel, his treasure, -

"Fuck me, Daddy."

That beautiful gasp was what broke Orlando out of the spell because he was mortified to realize he would, he very much would, Oh Lord. He took his hands away from groping his son's hips and he stepped back like he had been burned, not letting Conrad cling to him again even as he whined and thrust his hips against air, seeking friction and clawed at Orlando's shirt, trying to pull him back but Orlando had to be the reasonable one, had to tell him no. He forced out a laugh and shook his head, trying to convince Conrad that he's too drunk and sleepy and that's why he's acting silly, it's okay, even as Conrad groaned and wrestled himself back into his arms, pressing close to show how he wasn't kidding.

"No, no, Daddy, please, I want you, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." He licked a long line up Orlando's cheek and tried to pull him towards the bed to which his father did push him down on, but kept his distance from Conrad's sweet kisses.

"No, Conrad." Orlando kept his thin wrists pinned to the mattress, even as Conrad's long legs trapped him in their embrace, wrapped tightly around his waist. Conrad was on the verge of tears, trying desperately to lean up, free his arms, be able to kiss him again, but Orlando held him down firmly. "Son, please behave."

"Fuck me, fuck me, please," Conrad rubbed his ass against Orlando's hard on, still thankfully covered, his own delicate erection weeping against his flat tummy. "Daddy..."

"Conrad, no. I said no." The authority in his voice and his grip tightening on his wrists finally got Conrad to stop moving, now just biting his bottom lip raw trying to hold in his tears. He hated denying his boy anything, Emily was right, he spoiled him rotten and let him get away with too much, that's why it hurt him so much to see his boy this sad over him trying to do the right thing. "You'll find a nice boy, someone your age," Orlando started much more gently, but Conrad was shaking his head furiously, sniffling and trembling as his father spoke, "Someone nice that you trust and love, and then you'll-,"

"No, I want you, please-,"

"Conrad," Orlando had to take the boy's face in both of his hands, trying to make him listen, make him understand, "It is not allowed, I'm sorry. I want to help you, I do, sweetheart, but please don't ask that of me, darling, please."

"Why?" Conrad's face was adorable when he cried and Orlando had to kiss it, just kiss him a little on the lips, just once more.

"Because it is wrong and frowned upon."

"But I won't tell anyone, I swear," Conrad whispered against his lips, seeking more kisses, "I'll take it to the grave just please, just once, please, Daddy, for my birthday? Please, please-"

"Conrad, no." Orlando peeled the boy's limbs off of him, forcing himself away from the warm comforting embrace before he did something he shouldn't, like give in. "I can't soil you that way, I can't let myself harm you like that."

"You wouldn't harm me, I want it!" Conrad whined, spreading his thighs apart on the bed invitingly, "I've always wanted you to be my first, I knew you'd take care of me, make it nice..."

"Conrad, stop it."

"I even washed and stretched before, thinking about you. You always said to save myself for the one I love and you are the one I love the most, father." Conrad's tone was serious now even as his hand moved down to stretch his hole with two fingers to show where he wanted him to be. "I've loved you all my life and I'll love you forever. So please... make love to me."

Orlando wanted to fall to his knees and cry, this was more torture than anyone could manage. He couldn't look at Conrad's face as he dashed from the room and locked the door, his boy's shouting and banging on it coming a second later. It broke his heart, but he instructed the servants not to let Conrad out until the morning with the spare key. He took what was left of the whiskey and decided to sleep in one of the guest rooms for the night. No matter how close he sat to the fire or how much the alcohol burned down his throat, he felt unbelievably cold; he was too spoiled by Conrad's warm body. That body that he should be embracing now more than ever.

He awoke in the sofa next to the fireplace with an empty bottle by his feet and a splitting headache. The maids at the breakfast table reported that Conrad won't be eating with him and that he'd prefer to stay in bed for the day. Orlando dismissed them with a forced chuckle, saying how his boy must have had one too many like his old man, but he knew all the servants were suspicious of them spending the night in separate rooms. Conrad did remain in bed all day, wouldn't come out of the room although it has been unlocked, and ate even dinner separately. Once the night fell Orlando found the bed empty and Conrad in his own room, seeming out of place in his own bed, pretending to be asleep to avoid talking to his father. He avoided him for a whole week actually and it broke his heart terribly.

He has been trying to get Conrad to sleep alone for years now and it was now him unable to sleep without his son by his side, it was agony. Conrad tried to act normal after a week of the cold shoulder, but it felt strained and awkward, and he remained distant, far more distant than ever before and the maids whispered amongst each other, blaming his father, and it was driving him borderline insane. He didn't hurt his son, he prevented himself from hurting his son and this is the prize he gets for trying to do the right thing. Conrad will see, when he gets older, that he did the right thing. He must.

But then Rasputin happened.

The rhythmic sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, the Russian man's grunting, and his boy's moans muffled through the heavy door left him frozen for a minute. He instructed Conrad to seduce the man and poison him the moment he has the chance, that's true, but by seduce he meant for Conrad to bat his lashes, maybe caress his thigh, give one of those smiles that makes Orlando melt into a puddle and have men stray from their wives not... have Rasputin rut into him like a dog on the marble floor with his clothes torn to shreds. It shouldn't have been that shocking a sight, he's been listening to the noises for minutes now, but still. Still it was his baby Conrad on his elbows and knees, getting mounted by that beast, getting his virginity torn from him so savagely, and Orlando has never regretted not making love to Conrad the soft way he was supposed to lose his virginity a year ago more.

Stabbing the bastard wasn't enough he wanted to mutilate him and leave him as a rotting husk of a man when Rasputin had the nerve to keep on fucking his beloved son even harder when Orlando burst in. He held a blade to Conrad's throat, said, "Move a muscle and I'll cut your son's pretty neck and fuck the wound instead," knowing Orlando would do anything to keep him safe. He pulled out of Conrad, who fell to the ground like a ragdoll without the big hands' support on his hips, and whined when Rasputin spread his cheeks to show his pink used hole to Orlando, just to taunt him some more.

"Delicious, isn't it? Bringing me a little virgin sacrifice to deflower, what a generous and cruel father you are. But I do appreciate the gift." He licked into Conrad's hole, making his son give out a lewd moan and his legs tremble as he involuntarily pushed back against the intrusion before Rasputin pulled away and got up, drawing Conrad up to his knees by his hair. His whimpers of pain made Orlando's heart clench, his body exposed by his torn clothes even more and he felt shamefully useless as Rasputin forced his monstrous cock into his boy's beautiful mouth and began fucking his face with the same savagery he gave his ass, Conrad choking and sputtering and clawing at his trousers. One of Rasputin's hands was tightly gripping his boy's messed up golden locks, moving him back and forth like a sex doll, the other motioned with the knife in his hand casually as he spoke, as if this was just a regular conversation between the two of them, not an utter humiliation session.

"Tell you what, I enjoy your beautiful son greatly, his holes are very nice, warm and tight, I'd love to teach him a thing or two, how about you leave him here with me for a few days and I'll let you live? Maybe even throw in an extra Ballet ticket for you too, I'd love to fuck him over the balcony. You can watch again. I bet you like that."

Orlando hasn't noticed his hardening cock and it was simply absurd when he looked down to where Rasputin was pointing and realized he was indeed sporting a shameful erection while his son was gagging on this crazy Russian priest's cock not three meters away. Now he wanted to kill him even more.

"Or maybe you'd like to join? I made him nice and lose for you, come on, I saw the way you looked at him; bet you'd love to fuck your pretty son, if you haven't before."

"Shut up." Orlando growled but his cock twitched, making Rasputin laugh madly and rut into Conrad's convulsing throat harder.

"Can't even deny it, can you? Interesting, you must really love him for denying yourself for so long even as you reek of desire. You're not the first aristocrat I've seen lusting after their own kin, but certainly the most interesting. Did you hear that when I first pushed my cock inside your son's tight body the first thing he cried out was "Daddy"? I bet he would love for you to join too, make it a family event." Rasputin pulled back and out of Conrad's mouth, now gasping for air and sobbing as Rasputin rested his cock against hid tear-soaked cheek and smeared saliva and precum all over it while jacking himself furiously, purring down at Conrad. "Do you want your daddy to fuck you, Conrad? Are you that naughty a boy?"

Conrad sniffled, unable to face his father as he whimpered, "Y-yes," with a fucked out throat, drool dripping from his puffy lips, as he sobbed, "I wa-want my d-daddy to f-fuck me."

Rasputin growled like an animal as he came over Conrad's face, covering him with thick sticky ropes and making him flinch and gasp, Rasputin pressing his cock back in for the last few spurts to coat his tongue and have Conrad swallow what wasn't dripping from his lashes and jaw. Rasputin chuckled at Orlando's infuriated expression as his thumb rubbed his seed into Conrad's baby soft skin, making him into an utter mess before throwing Conrad at Orlando's feet like an unwanted toy.

"Go on, you heard your boy, give him what he craves. Amuse me."

Conrad blinked up at him, so broken and sweet and soiled, covered in another man's spent, red with shame he should never have had and Orlando pulled his sword from his cane before he could even think about it, stepping past Conrad with lightning speed and meeting Rasputin's blade head on. Rasputin was fast, not missing a moment, and gleefully reciprocated the fight but he underestimated how much Conrad's humiliation could turn him into an uncontrollable maniac, fighting dirty and roaring like an animal at every swing, chanting "die, die, die" in his head like a prayer. Rasputin laughed at first, but his amusement didn't last very long once Orlando's sword took a chunk out of his arm and impaled his torso. He was a remarkable opponent and at any other fight, Orlando would have given him credit for it, but his ears still rang with Conrad's choked wet noises, as this monster rutted down his throat like a dog, and all Orlando wanted was to tear the man to pieces. His stabs rained down on the man faster and faster, blood coating the floor and his face and not even Conrad's cries could hold him back until he had the bastard bleeding out in the ice cold fountain just on the balcony, until he stopped moving indefinitely and the clear water turned to a tainted red hue.

"Father?" Conrad was shivering under Shola's coat when he turned back to him, his eyes terrified as he hid behind Shola that gave him a similarly confused and concerned look. Orlando shook it off and hurried back over to Conrad to wipe his face; it was still sticky with Rasputin's spoils, and now, with his blood as well.

"I'm so sorry, Conrad, I'm so sorry, darling, my angel, my sweetheart, I'm so sorry, son." Orlando cooed as he tried to clean at his boy with his torn clothes, kissing his forehead and hair, pulling him close and shedding a tear. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you, I'm so sorry, baby."

Conrad just clutched at him and sniffled against his neck, his hug as tight as it was a year ago when everything was still right, burying his face into his skin as he breathed shakily and whimpered "Daddy" over and over again. Conrad may have grown taller than him, but that did not stop Orlando from picking him up and carrying him away, kissing his cheek the whole time and whispering sweet promises as they could finally depart the palace. That night on the train back home Orlando spent his time cleaning Conrad thoroughly, wanting every trace of Rasputin gone, washing Conrad's hair just like old times and every inch of his body, being extremely careful and reassuring when it came to his tender hole, Conrad whimpering as he hugged him close during it. He even brushed Conrad's teeth, something he hasn't done since the boy was twelve, but he didn't care, and it at least made Conrad giggle. Once his boy was sufficiently cleaned and calmed he took him to his sleep cabin without even thinking about it and tucked both of them in, keeping Conrad close and instantly relaxing with a deep sigh once Conrad snuggled up to him just like before, safe and protected and alright.

"It's all going to be alright," Orlando whispered against his hair inbetween kisses. "Daddy's here now."

Conrad hummed and after a minute whispered back, "I'm fine, father. You don't have to worry."

"I can't not worry for you, son, it's my job." Orlando chuckled before swallowing a gulp of regret, "Forgive me."

"It's alright. You were just trying to protect me, you couldn't have done anything else." Conrad pet his bicep reassuringly.

"Still," Orlando kissed his forehead, taking a deep breath before speaking. "I shouldn't have denied you. On your birthday last year. I thought it was the right thing to do, but. It would have at least eased it just a little, hurt you less. I'm terribly sorry."

Conrad didn't speak for a long minute, just fidgeted with the button on Orlando's sleep shirt before turning his face to look up at his father with hopeful eyes. "You can still ease it, you know? Make me feel better? Please, Daddy?"

Orlando could only smile fondly as he rolled on top of Conrad, fitting himself between his automatically opening long legs, and kissed him tenderly, the lips he's been missing for so long melting against his perfectly as Conrad moaned into it, wrapping himself around his father, and this time Orlando's last thought was pulling away.

"I'd love nothing more," Orlando pulled back to put their foreheads together and just breathe as one with his beloved. "That, with him, that didn't count, you hear me? This will. Only this will."

Conrad nodded eagerly and bit his grinning lips as Orlando fumbled for the lube in between happy kisses and hungry touches. From the outside, the fogged up bedroom cabin shone with a golden light, the condensation concealing from the world what was the perfect first time that Conrad has dreamt of since he was small, just the two of them as one.

#this is basically a rough choppy version of a fic that i should definitely write god im hopeless. hope you like it tho #ask rambles #orlando x conrad #tw incest #the kings man #conrad oxford #orlando oxford #rasputin x conrad #grigori rasputin #kingsman

[thatonethimbo]

The World Gets Colder, Bit By Bit (PBB Route 14 fic) [GN!Reader]

Oh, winter comes Oh, winter crush all of the things that I once loved

Winter come Winter crush all of the things that I once had

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Contains spoilers for PBB, for those who somehow probably haven't seen this scene yet??

The cold always found a way into your bones.

Wind blew through the exit out of the cold cavern, where you stood, facing the three members of Team Eclipse. One was wearing a mask that covered most of their face.. except for their eyes. They seemed to be the most important out of the three.

Tess stood beside you, as always, hand on her belt in case something did happen that you weren't ready for.

But you had reassured her that there was enough medicine in your bag, and so she backed down, with a small nod of acknowledgement.

Facing the person you knew now as the admin, you stared them in the eyes.

Golden-yellow...

Blinking, not from the light emitted from the exit of the cavern, you take a long hard look at the person as they and Tess talk to each other.

You heard your name being called, but it wasn't by Tess.

''..and Tess, if you come with us, we can all be safe!'' The 'stranger' told the purple-haired girl, who furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. ''Professor Cypress is very close to discovering the secret to awakening Hoopa. When he does, this world will be left desolate.''

The stranger took a deep breath, before continuing:

''Can't you see that I'm only trying to protect you?"

Tess' eyebrows shot up as she realized something. ''Wait a second, how do you know my name?"

You were about to ask the same, but immediately retracted the thought of asking, there was no need for that now.

The stranger's lower part of the mask shifted a bit, as they seemed to grimace.

''..Tess, (Y/n), ..''

''..please forgive me.''

Their fingers went to the back of their hood, gripping it. Before pulling it off completely, revealing the dark blue hair in a quiff hairstyle.

Jake's golden-yellow eyes stared back at you and Tess, filled with every liquid drop of regret, as you narrowed your eyes you could see he was on the verge of tears. But he did not dare let them spill.

''No!'' Tess' horrified cry pierced the silence following the traitor's unveiling. ''No! It can't be!'' She paused for a moment in disbelief, staring at the boy's face. ''..Jake?"

Filled with shame, the boy spoke. "Yes, it's me.'' He briefly looked to the icy floor, then back up to you two.

Finally finding your voice, you clench your fists, glaring daggers at both the accompanying grunts, then to your 'friend'.

''How could you do this, Jake?!" Your voice struck the air, and the world seemed to grow colder, just a bit. You saw Jake visibly flinch, his arms remaining by his sides.

''You don't understand.'' He glanced at Tess, then to you. ''They are going to leave this world in ruins. My best option was join to them, come looking for you guys, then bring you back with me.''

''...I can save all of us.'' He added in a weak voice, subconsciously fidgeting with his own hands. ''Will you please just stop all this fighting and come back with me?"

''Do you hear what you're saying, Jake?" Tess questioned, worry evident in her voice. ''You're fine with what Cypress wants to do to the world as we know it?"

You chime in: ''He's going to destroy Roria, and with it, all of its inhabitants!''

''How can you be okay with that?" Tess asked again.

''I'm doing all I can in my power to help you right now, Tess and (Y/n). What else could I have done in my situation?''

''We were supposed to fight Team Eclipse together, remember?'' The purple-haired girl reminded him. ''The good team*- were going to stop them together. We were going to do whatever it took to stop this horrible tragedy from occurring.''

''Instead, you seem to have given up, and gone over to their side?" You asked him.

Jake shook his head solemnly. ''I'm sorry, I tried that and was beaten. I was not strong enough, and now I'm trying to do what I can to save you both.'' He locked his gaze with yours. ''This is my last offer, will you please give in and come with me?"

Tess' expression hardened into a frown. ''I'm sorry, Jake, we are on a mission and we are not about to give up.''

He sighed. ''Then I'm left with no other choice... (Y/n), we must battle.''

Your heart skipped a beat as you heard him say your name. Meanwhile, your emotions swirled like a hurricane within you, blurring some of your thoughts; you weren't able to think clearly.

Still, you glared back at him.

''If I win, I will be taking you back with me by force.'' His grip was now on his belt, as he went to grab his first Pokéball to throw out. ''It's for your own good.''

You grabbed a Pokéball from your belt as well, before throwing it.

The battle began, with you taking a strong start, easily healing up your Pokémon when they needed it, though you soon came to find you were starting to run out...

Jake's Pokémon started to get the upper hand, landing more critical hits than you needed them to. Desperately, you try to gain back ground, but his second-last team member landed yet another crit, fainting your second-last Pokémon.

Tess looked on anxiously, as the Team Eclipse grunts watched as well, one of the two even cheering the traitor on. You start healing up with each turn you have, though it only proved to be a waste as each time you did so, another hit landed and sent it back to square one.

You looked through your bag, double-checking and triple-checking to make sure it wasn't true. But it was.

Having wasted the potions, and healing items, you freeze for a moment. Shutting your eyes, you held back tears, before opening them, you order your Pokémon for what you hoped would be the finishing blow.

The attack connected with the Vaporeon's face, but the Bubble Jet Pokémon held on only just a sliver..

''Vaporeon, HYDRO PUMP!''

The tears started falling down your face as you turned your gaze to your Pokémon, seeing them on the ground, fainted. You were never going to forgive yourself for this. You were also sure your Pokémon would feel the same...

Tess stared at you in disbelief, not knowing what to do. One of her friends had just lost, the one who had defeated her so easily sometime before.

''You are both my best friends- you two and-'' Jake started.

''Don't- don't even say it.'' Tess cut in angrily, blinking back tears.

He looked behind him as the grunts came to your side, grabbing your arms and taking the Pokéballs off your belt roughly, making you grumble.

Jake lowered his head, as he turned to face the exit. ''We will leave now.'' He dejectedly announced.

The grunts nodded at this, beginning to make you walk out into the cold mountainous air, with Jake in front. He was silent.

As your anger seemed to start simmering, competing with the icy atmosphere...

The world got colder, bit by bit..

The good team*

changed that up because of slightly altered story reasons, let's just say you don't have the necklace looks over at eclipsed i mean what

above is some art i made sometime ago, but i modified it

#pokemon brick bronze #dimensionman #angst #no happy ending #okay maybe a part two with some fluff idk hdoorewoorjfk #pbbjake #traitor #i actually felt smth whilst writing this yippeee #anyways if there's some wanted romance i'd be fine to write it #for next part idk :p

[chronicallylatetotheparty]

(Written for Adrien August... I'm not sorry)

Bad Luck: Frozer

Summary: Adrien struggles to move on from his first crush so he confides in one of his friends. Or is she more than a friend?

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Chat Noir smiled sadly down at the red rose in his hands. Passion, romance, true love, he recalled in his head.

"Chat?"

Hiding the rose behind his back as he turned around, Chat Noir grinned at the question in Ladybug's eyes. "I have to say that rescuing civilians without a supervillain around is a nice change of pace. Don't you think, My Lady?"

"Not every day you see a hang glider delivery service," she agreed, smiling at the nickname.

Chest suddenly constricting Chat Noir's smile became a touch strained. "Love to stay and chat but this cat's gotta run!" Taking out his baton he extended it, launching himself away.

"Oh! See you la... ter..." Ladybug called to his retreating form.

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Landing in the empty locker room Adrien detransformed in a flash of green light. Plagg stretching as he came out of the ring.

Eyeing Adrien's downcast features, Plagg pried at his holder. "It's not like you to leave Ladybug so abruptly."

"Yeah..." Adrien absently offered a wedge of Camembert to his floating friend who promptly swallowed it whole. "Guess I just need some time to myself."

"So she turned you down. There's plenty of other kinds of cheese!"

Despite himself Adrien smiled. "You need better metaphors."

Plagg shrugged. "You could always take it literally. You can never have enough cheese!"

Adrien rolled his eyes as he changed into his fencing gear. Plagg wasn't as articulate as he thought but... he wasn't wrong...

These thoughts swirled in Adrien's head as he joined Kagami at practice.

A mistake he paid for when Kagami knocked him off his feet. Standing, Adrien parried as Kagami lunged. She always gave her all in beating her opponent. Scoring a point he smiled and they retook their positions.

But his heart still wasn't into the sparing session and her next lunge drove him off balance. Her foil poking into his chest.

"Predictable," Kagami chastised.

Eyes narrowing, Adrien's more competitive nature surged forward at her words. Heart beating faster, grip tightening on his foil and-

It was gone as soon as it came.

Leaving Adrien vulnerable to Kagami's strike...

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Adrien stared pensively at his fencing helmet. He knew Ladybug didn't like him the same way he liked her. That wasn't anything new. So why was he-

"What's wrong, Adrien? Usually I like beating you but it's no fun when you make it this easy." Kagami stood in front of him with an unreadable expression.

Adrien gave her a bittersweet smile. "You ever feel like you're stuck, Kagami? Like, no matter how much you try to move forward, nothing will ever, ever change?"

Kagami blinked in surprise as Adrien opened up to her. This wasn't what she was expecting... Sitting next to him Kagami took a moment to collect her thoughts. "Adrien. The biggest mistake a fencer can make isn't choosing the wrong technique. It's choosing the wrong target."

Oh. She liked metaphors too. Well, with his luck to was bound to-

Her hand gently cupped his cheek and turned his head to face her. "So, switch targets."

...Oh. A rose tint colored Adrien's cheeks. Kagami was always beautiful but for some reason... it was especially true just then.

Smiling in encouragement Kagami grabbed her things and walked out of the locker room. Leaving Adrien to his thoughts.

He stared after her for a moment... Launching to his feet Adrien raced after her in a moment of sheer panic and recklessness.

"Kagami!" Adrien practically shouted.

Not having gone far Kagami turned around, puzzled.

Taking a deep breath, heart pounding against his ribs, Adrien let out the thought that propelled him to his feet. "Would you like to go out some time!?"

Kagami's eyes went wide. "Out? As in a date?"

The color on Adrien's cheeks bloomed into scarlet. Suddenly even more self-conscious he rubbed the back of his neck- "Um," -and nodded. His mouth refusing to form words.

Half turning, Kagami gave him a small smile. "I'd like that."

Adrien felt his lips pull into a grin. Heart somersaulting in his chest for some reason.

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"What should I do, Plagg?" Adrien bemoaned. Head thunking onto his computer desk. "I've never been on a date before!"

"Wasn't this your idea?" Plagg flipped through his favorite cheese magazine. He swore this romance nonsense was the silliest invention humans had ever come up with. "If you ask me it's about time you expanded your palate."

"You're no help," Adrien grumbled. Lifting his head up Adrien swiveled around to look at Plagg. "What if I asked Father or Nathalie for advice?"

"Sure." Plagg stretched lazily. "If ya want them to know about you and sword girl."

Sighing, Adrien discounted that idea. "Oh! We can ask the Gorilla!"

"I don't know," Plagg mused, "doesn't seem like a good idea."

"You just don't like it 'cause he found your Camembert stash that time," Adrien teased, poking Plagg lightly.

"It was perfectly edible! How could he!?"

Chuckling at his antics, Adrien thought about who he could go to for advice...

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Adrien tried not to hurry ahead of Kagami into the ice rink proper. The chill making his arm hairs stand on end. His breath sharp in his throat. Heart beating with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Asking Marinette had been a great idea!

He turned back to see Alya and Nino slowly catch up. If only she could have made it. But that essay on periwinkle migration sounded important to her... Oh, Chloe's dad was here.

As they put on their skates Adrien glanced at Kagami out of the corner of his eye. Scooting closer to Nino he whispered: "Thanks for coming last minute, Nino."

"Hey, no problem dude! Anything for my bro." Nino's grin was a tad forced and his eyes drifted to something behind Adrien before snapping back.

"I don't know what to do with Kagami."Adrien admitted, leaning in. "Should I... offer to hold her hand?"

"Yes!" Nino snapped his fingers and held up finger guns at Adrien. His eyes flickered away again. "I mean, no! I mean- Why don't you take it slow?"

Adrien turned around to see what Nino was looking at but it was just Alya smiling politely, hands behind her back. Probably waiting patiently for him to finish with her boyfriend.

Straightening, Adrien smiled at her. "Thanks for coming, Alya."

"No big deal! Just a double date, right!" Alya smiled wide in an attempt to draw attention away from her accidental inflection.

"...Right." Adrien politely declined to comment on it.

"Anyway!" Alya grabbed Nino's hand and dragged him off. "We'll let you two get to it!"

Adrien turned back to Kagami, who was tying her skates. Hesitantly, he made his way over and stood beside her.

"Don't be scared," Kagami promised conspiratorially as she looked up, "I won't tell anyone."

"About what?" Adrien asked slowly.

"That you don't know how to tie your laces," she teased, kneeling down to do just that. Once done Kagami smiled at him, grabbed his hand and led him onto the ice.

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"I can't believe you agreed to this!" Alya stage whispered. Arm locked tightly around Nino's elbow as they skated on the opposite side of the rink.

"Aw, c'mon Als. Y'know I couldn't leave my bro hanging like that!" Nino widened his eyes and tried to sparkle them like Adrien had. "He gave me the look. How could I say no to that?"

"I know..." Alya sighed. The crease between her eyes softening from accusation to guilt. "I just..." Adrien and Kagami caught her eye as they skated hand in hand. "Feel like I'm betraying my girl just by being here."

Nino patted her hand and gave her a soft smile. "I'm sure the dudette will understand." His gaze drifted towards Adrien and Kagami. "Besides... I don't think she'd want to see this."

"Hey, young man! Have you ever thought about signing up for ice skating lessons!?"

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Kagami turned her head as Alya and Nino skated past them on their lap. "Did you invite them because you were scared of being alone with me?"

"Of course not!" Adrien lied, waving his hand to ward off her words. "It's just... that I asked Nino to help... me."

Her brow creased. "Help you with what?"

"Uh, to perfect my figure skating skills!" Adrien decided.

"But you don't need him for that." Suddenly, Kagami let go of his hand and launched into a short routine of spins and twirls.

Adrien blinked at her presentation before an appreciative smile graced his lips. Kagami has so many talents, Adrien thought as she talked with that man who had been discussing something with Mayor Bourgeois.

Seamlessly, Kagami interlaced their fingers as she took his hand again and pulled him forward with her momentum. Glancing at his smile through the corner of her eye.

"Adrien Agreste, I can see it now!" The skating instructor (that's what he was) was suddenly beside Adrien. "Grace and style model! And professional ice skating champion! If you take lessons with me I'll have you shining like the candles on a birthday cake!"

Skating? Adrien had never thought about it before. "Uh, may-beeee!"

Kagami switched their positions so she was closest to the instructor. "He already does fencing with me," she informed him. And sped up with Adrien in tow.

Adrien stared at the back of Kagami's head. She was very assertive in her desires, bold even. Kagami knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to go for it. He admired that about her, was drawn to it. Kagami would meet any challenge without backing down.

Just like Ladybug.

His fingers slipped from Kagami's grasp as he slowed to a stop. Staring at the floor as his cheeks burned not with embarrassment but shame.

"Adrien? What is it?" Kagami asked as she circled back.

Adrien smiled. "Nothing. I just have to use the restroom real quick." Turning, he let his smile fall as he left the rink.

Plagg poked his head out of his pocket once they were alone. "What's gotten into you, kid?"

Adrien stared at him. "I don't know."

Worry started to prick at Plagg's fur. "Adrien-"

"I don't know what I want, Plagg!" His heart hammered against his chest, pulse rising to his throat. "Kagami knows. Ladybug knows. Chat Noir thought he knew but... but I don't." Adrien wrapped his arms around himself, making himself smaller.

"... Listen, you're young right? Even by human standards? Like a freshly made wheel of Camembert."

Adrien frowned, turning away. "Plagg-"

"Hear me out!" Plagg zipped closer to Adrien's face, keeping in his line of sight. "But freshly made Camembert is terrible! It's got no flavor! No delicious scent! You need to let it age to bring out all the good stuff."

Adrien glanced at Plagg. Seeing his tail twitching in concern even if he wouldn't voice it. Strangely, Adrien understood what he was trying to say.

"All cheeses age differently. There's nothing wrong with taking your time." Plagg finished, not quite satisfied with how it came out.

Adrien smiled at him, reaching out to pet his head. "Thanks, Plagg."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Plagg let himself be petted. Not because he enjoyed it, of course. It just happened to make Adrien feel better.

Suddenly, ice started crawling up the walls. Magic coming from the ice rink. "Oh, no. Guess we have to go save the day," Plagg said, very disappointedly, yes.

Adrien grinned as he brought out the transformation cheese. "Uh-huh."

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Chat Noir's good humor lasted until he spotted Ladybug on a rooftop. Oh. He didn't... want to see her right now. Reluctantly, he landed beside her. Doing his best to keep the conflicting emotions wrestling in his chest off his face.

"Chat Noir! We need to set up a trap for whoever turned the city into a giant ice rink." Ladybug anchored her yo-yo onto a nearby building, ready to take off.

Say something. Say something! "My feline instincts prefer to track and observe before I attack." Ha! Nailed it! Chat Noir scooted closer to the roof's edge as he scanned the frozen city.

Ladybug gave him a puzzled look. "What? Since when?"

Chat Noir pouted. "Rude."

Shaking her head as she fought back a fond smile Ladybug inched towards him. "We have to work together on this."

His hand rubbed the back of his neck, catching her eye. "I don't know. We don't have to do everything together. If we split up we'll have a better chance of finding him." Chat Noir jumped. "Race you!"

"Chat Noir, be careful!" Ladybug called out as he sped away. "... Okay, so he's acting weird. Not the first time he's acted weird. It'll be fine!" She cast her yo-yo and swung off. I hope.

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Being by himself helped Adrien order his thoughts. His feelings were all over the place so he focused on doing what he told Ladybug he was gonna do. It was child's play to follow the only imperfection on otherwise smooth ice. Leading him to the Eiffel Tower where the akuma victim was hiding.

Okay. Now I just need to-

Frozer launched himself at Ladybug!

Acting quickly Chat Noir tackled Ladybug out of the way. Grabbing her hand and leading her onto the frozen Seine. Skating away at top speed to put some distance between them and Frozer.

"Thanks, kitty!" Ladybug smiled.

And Adrien smiled back. Confusing questions forgotten for the moment. Then Frozer launched shards of ice; Chat Noir letting go of Ladybug's hand so they could dodge it. Only then realizing that he'd been holding it at all.

"He's too fast!"

She was right. Frozer easily kept pace with them. Leaping into the air to launch more ice shards. Rounding a bend in the river they were out of sight for a second. Taking advantage of it to hide.

"I'm positive the akuma's in his skates," Ladybug stated once Frozer passed them.

"My Cataclysm could destroy them but he'd have to be up in the air... You were right My Lady. We're going to have to set a trap."

"You were right, too. We observed and now we know enough."

Chat Noir smiled. "Seems we're just missing a little push of luck to get the edge on him."

Ladybug nodded. "Lucky Charm!"

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Adrien raced back to the ice rink. In the end the plan had been pretty straightforward. Ladybug baited Frozer into following her while Chat Noir laid in wait.

Business as usual. Except...

'Are you sure you're okay? You've been off since yesterday.'

'...I'm just figuring some things out. Might take me a while but that's okay... Thanks for worrying about me.'

Being around Ladybug didn't make him feel quite so sad anymore. Chat Noir meant it when he said her friendship was important to him, after all. And... Adrien was happy. That he could be normal around her.

He spotted Alya and Nino discussing something, waving at them as he looked for... There. Kagami was returning her skates. Adrien walked up to her, fidgeting with his ring. "Uh, hey, Kagami. Sorry I ran off like that."

"It is fine. We were interrupted anyway."

Adrien couldn't tell how she meant that but he took a deep breath and forged ahead. "So, I know I'm the one who asked you out and all. But..."

Kagami frowned. "Are you saying you do not wish to date me?"

"No!" Adrien waved both hands emphatically in the negative. "No, no, no! I just... wanted to say that I think we should take it slow."

She raised an eyebrow. "We go any slower and our pace will be glacial."

Adrien was 90 percent sure that was a joke... 80 percent. "W-well if you think it's too much of a challenge..."

Kagami's eyes widened at Adrien's audacity. She poked him in the chest. "Don't flatter yourself, Agreste."

Without thinking, Adrien grabbed her hand and kissed the back of her palm. Kagami's answering blush nowhere near as radiant as Adrien's. Why did I do that!? Who froze for a moment before turning around. "W-wouldn't dream of it... Ryuko."

"Ryuko?" Kagami raised a brow at the nickname.

Adrien's hand went back to rubbing his neck. "I can call you something else if you don't like it."

"No," Kagami decided, a small smile on her lips as she passed Adrien on her way to the exit. "Ryuko will do just fine."

"... So, that's a yes?" Adrien sprinted to catch up.

"Mm, perhaps if you define what you think 'taking it slow' is."

Adrien leapt in front of her and held out his hand. "Let us drive you home?"

Kagami blinked at the offered hand. Slowly reaching out for it. His palm was warm in hers. "Going slow is not too bad. I suppose," she relented.

Adrien beamed. "Oh! Just one last thing!"

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Kagami entered the Agreste car as Adrien held the door open, sliding in behind her. "You're still doing what other people want."

"No, I just want him to be happy," Adrien countered. Giving the skating instructor free advertising didn't cost him anything. "Besides, how're we supposed to come back if it's a Chloe catered gym?"

"Back?" That sounded promising.

Adrien rubbed the back of his neck and couldn't quite look at her but he smiled. "Since our first date was cut short I was hoping we could try again."

Kagami gazed at Adrien as he fidgeted. "Just the two of us?"

"Y-yup!" Adrien's face burned.

"Good. You're crush on Nino was distracting."

"Wh-what!?" Adrien spluttered.

"... You're crush on Nino? I thought everyone knew. Personally, I prefer Alya but-"

"I don't- That is- I..." Adrien's shoulders slumped. "His eyes are so beautiful, it's like he stares into your soul."

Kagami's hands hovered awkwardly. "I am sorry. I thought you knew."

Adrien buried his face in his hands to muffle his yelling. "I thought I only had the one thing! This is... I don't even know how many things this is!"

Reaching for his hand again, Kagami squeezed it reassuringly. Back straightening as his grip turned out stronger than she expected.

He peeked at her through the splayed fingers covering his red face. Breath speeding up. "I... I don't..."

"You don't have to say anything. I know it is not easy to come to terms with."

Nodding gratefully, Adrien slowly took his hand away from his face. Taking deep breaths.

Kagami relaxed as Adrien did the same. This wasn't what she was expecting. But that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Turns out, Kagami had been aiming at the wrong target too.

Adrien's grip eased as he looked up at Kagami. That was... certainly a lot. But Kagami hadn't turned away from him. Only a handful of people had ever seen him so vulnerable. And two of them preferred to pretend otherwise. But Kagami didn't pretend. And Adrien admired her for it. He smiled, wobbly and honest.

"Thanks... Ryuko."

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In case it's unclear the two people Adrien's talking about are Gabriel and Nathalie.

*Rewatches Frozer (again) for this fic* ... If my friend fell and they said they didn't feel well I'd check up on them too. IDK why the the fandom- I mean, Plagg, is so hung up on that part.

I have taken liberties with the production of Camembert for this fic. Please, forgive my transgressions cheese enthusiasts.

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[butterfliesinmyguts]

A helping hand

read part one here!

summary: y/n is confused on rather levi has feeling for her or not

warning: angst and kinda short :/

the rough pads of his thumbs soothe your cheeks, just by a touch your in a completely daze. falling like dough into his hand you closing your eyes and hummed “tch, silly girl..” 

“y/n!” blinking you saw sasha above you, “ we’re going to late for training!” shooting up , I started to put on my gear “ said five minutes not an hour, you missed breakfast I had to cover for you.” rolling my eyes, grabbing a cloth to wash my face, I’m sure she enjoyed it too.

was yesterday real? was I just in a deep daydream? rubbing the back of my head I felt the bump on my head from Levi’s book case. Sighing, all the memories flash back. Levi asked me to kiss him, then just said it was a helping hand.

turning to sasha, she patted her belly as I giggling at her. “ lucky you..” we laughed together advancing to the fields. I quickly found out we were sparring today, with our heavy gear on. miskasa turned to me, nodding at me giving me the “ you have nothing to worry about” stare. smiling back I quickly nodding as Levi explained that losers would run until they he felt tried. no one wanted to be running, seeing that Levi never gets tired. I avoid his eyes as much as I could, don’t think about him y/n- it was just you helping out your captain.

convening yourself that hurt, wanting to think that Levi had feelings for you and felt the same way. maybe he just wanted to relieve some pressure, levi was probably stressed. or maybe he was just tired.

ducking his punch, I felt the force of it breeze through the top of my head. if one of those lands, I’d be out before this even starts.

I tried my best to play defense, but my body was getting tired if the constant motion. floch watched me, he knew what he was doing. thinking quick, after his thirteenth punch missed- my knee connected with his chest knocking the wind out of him.

charging towards me and aiming to punch him hard- but floch shove me to my feet. trying to get him off me, we wrestling on that ground for a good thirty seconds.

until floch elbow dug into my neck, “ ahh!” shouting out in pain, I lost my balance falling. watching him from the corner of eyes, a smirk was written all over his face. I couldn’t go down like this, I can’t be putty. floch knee kicked my side- a yell left my mouth. I can’t let myself fall for this, i had to help myself.

relaxing under him, waiting for him to soft his weight- just like miskasa taught me i quickly crossed my legs and threw him with all my weight over my back to the ground. slapping the ground floch let out a huff, before he could get up, I pull his arm toward me exposing his shoulder and repeated his action. “fuck stop!” he scearmed, everyone watched enjoyment. floch wasn’t really everyone favorite- he played dirty and got even in cowardly ways.

“ doesn’t feel good huh?” fighting floch found my thigh digging his nails trying to hurt me back I kicked him off and pushing my boot into his hand digging it into the ground.

I didn't care if I actually hurt him, I have a burise on my neck and he kicked me while I was down,“ stop.” i quickly lifted up getting off of floch, looking up towards to see levi. It was like he was looking right threw me, dead like I was nothing. “ how weak of you..”his words echoed through my head, as my heart fall. 

 I felt disgusted in myself, he was right-why would I go that far? i helped floch up and he shoved me off looking at me “ you're such a stupid bitch.” 

i  turning away in guilt my arms in wrapped around my body trying to accept his words. i so disappointed in myself, as i had turned away, a harsh crack sound was made whip back i watch everyone stunned- as floch had the brightest hand print stinging red on his cheek and levi hand raised in the air. did he just back hand him. “ get up and run until i tell you to stop” floch stumbled towards the field.

while levi wiped of the back of his hand he started, “this is training not a death match, we need you dying out on the field not here...” everyone was slient,  “ finish up training and get a head start of your duties” pushing on  i went towards sasha, levi cleared his throat and spoke more“ sasha , mikasa, and y/n cover his stable duty tonight.” 

nodding not looking up towards the man, i felt so shameful. i knew i was going to hear it later on from everyone at dinner, i knew floch was never going to respect me and now in levi terms im classified as weak. “ y/n a word in my office”

cleaning myself up i headed towards levi office, knocking “ come in” stepping in his office levi eyes didn’t even look up. taking a deep inhale he rolled his eyes at me. “ what you did today was stupid..”

“ don't ever go as low as he did, i understand you were defending yourself but your character was tested in that moment and you failed horribly..”

i nodded, “ im so sorry, i promise i won't fail you again..” his eyes darted back down, acting as you weren’t even there. What did I do, yesterday had me on cloud nine because of him and now it’s like nothing ever happened.

setting down the tea cups, i watched his eye brows raise towards me. his hand reached for one and i moved it out of his reach. rolling his eyes he finally looked up at me. “ what's your problem?”

“you hurt my feelings today..” cutting me off “tch, and?”

a tear fall from my eye, “and?” i mocked him. my head felt like it was going to explode, how could he- how could he make me feel like he cared so much just to act like this? watching him continue to focus on his papers- he didn’t even flinch.

“ I’m not going to deal with your annoying hissy fit y/n, leave.” I trembled, my face covered in tears. uncertain what I should do I lifted my chin up and faced him.

“ levi I have feelings for you..” his eyes angled up towards me, finally something. “ I adore you levi, everything about you- every moment in this room together we’ve had I always replay them in my head because you make me the happiest “ Levi searched for doubt in my eyes, and he found no one bit of it, his head ached as he reflected on how much he pulled you away. the stares, not talking, and even removing his hand from his. slowly I paced back turning away to the door. “ I understand if you don’t feel that way, but at least respect me..” and with that I left.

after finishing training for the rest of day I started my part of duty Sasha and mikasa asked if they could help me, they talked about eren and even sasha crush on the cook. “ you can leave, i just need to clear my head” both nodding towards me sasha squeezed my shoulder before heading towards the shower. 

dumping my bucket, I planted my ass on the fence. sighing I hung my head between my shoulders shutting my brain off. but my head buzzed with actions of today. almost broke floch arm and I got embarrassing rejection from levi. I wonder if we’re still going to have our tea time, or even get over this.

“ where are your comrades?” my eyes darted up to levi, standing there looking down on me. the sun made his body glow and his eyes were plain. he kneed down so he could face me.

“ levi sasha and mikasa lef-“ levi pushed his lips against mine as my thighs squeeze against the wood I was sitting on- it was a slow and careful, his mint and fresh scent fulled my nostrils while his thumb softly pinched my chin.

“ I’m quite fond of you too y/n”

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[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS I A THIRSTY INTERLUDE

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Bun Bun at 2:30 AM posting: This is 110% pornography. I wrote that when I was feeling extra thirsty over Tony and his Nano suit so yeah... A bit of choking a bit of mild suit bondage. Daddy kink 👉🏻👈🏻🥺 BDSM themes. Humor & porn. Has minimal correlation with the story and can be read as standalone smut-shot. Inspired by this NSFW tik tok audio (headphones!).

"OH MY GOD, NO! NO, NO, SHIT, FUCK, NO!"

"Princess, what's wrong?" Steve's worried voice rang high in the kitchen, followed by an alarming clattering of the dishes against the sink. "Are you hurt?" He didn't even remark on my use of profanity, which meant I'd startled the Captain for sure. He appeared in the doorway ready to fight, run; his eyes immediately drawn to his shield in the corner.

"Only what's left of my dignity," I sighed.

"Oh, okay," He visibly sagged, tension leaving his voice and his body. "What happened?"

I inhaled several times, feeling heat creep up my neck and blossom on my cheeks. It took a lot, and I mean A LOT, to make me feel embarrassed enough to fumble my words and palm my face but that was exactly what I did. "Well, umm... Tony found a couple of thirst tweets. Mine, from my sophomore year. And uh, retweeted them." I thought I'd cleaned up my social media quite well, actually. My fingers twitched remembering manually sorting through thousands of posts. Apparently, my fingers weren't clever enough.

Steve snorted, evidently having had someone tell him what a thirst tweet was. He, however, did not understand the sheer mortification that I would be subjected to at the hands of Tony. And my classmates. And Peter, oh my God. Natasha and Wanda too, probably. And Loki.

I. Was. Toast.

"How bad was it?" Bucky piped up, finally having dealt with the mini laughter fit.

"Not worse than what you two get up to in the gym when you think nobody is home," I immediately retorted in hopes of avoiding teasing from the metal-armed man. He would take the chance, of course, he would.

"Oof, I'm sorry, doll," Bucky whistled sympathetically. And promptly pulled out his phone, to, what I assumed, see the offending social media posts for himself. I assumed correctly. Bucky was bent over laughing in no time - was it my doing or did Tony's own commentary on them that made the whole situation so hilarious to the gramps on steroids?

"I will light you on fire," I seethed but remained where I was standing. There was no point in doing anything about them now. Screenshots were probably already being saved on everybody's devices.

Steve peeped over his boyfriend's shoulder, chuckling. "You had a crush on Tony? That's embarrassing, doll." He had the audacity to give me an innocent smile before returning to his dishwashing.

"Punk, I don't know if - and I quote: Not to be That Girl™ - it's trademarked, by the way - but Tony Stark could hit it and quit it and I wouldn't even be mad - qualifies as a crush." Bucky pointed out, the sound of his voice being drowned out by Steve's guffaws. "And this one definitely does not qualify for it to be a romantic setting. Listen: I'm not a fucking bottom, okay?.. there are seventeen question marks. But, like, can Tony Stark choke me in one of his Iron Man suits - nine more question marks." Bucky joined his partner's laughter, unable to continue.

I was literally on fire. My face burned, my hands shook. I had the strongest urge to stick my index fingers in my ears and loudly yell "la-la-la" until both fossils ceased to roast me like I was some sort of holiday brisket. "I hate you. I will burn... The heart... Out of you," I seethed.

"O-oh, honey bu-un, da-arling..." I heard Tony's sing-song voice happily calling for me. Too happily. Not good.

I had literal seconds to get myself scarce out of this situation. I'd already avoided the dozen text messages, two calls in hopes the engineer would drop the topic and go back to his Big Bad Science Project. I had underestimated his persistent desire to cause chaos and his terrible, no-good sense of humor.

It was fun and games when we teamed up to prank our friends. I just never expected for the tables to be turned this way, y'know? Betrayal of the highest quality. The turntables had been turned - decidedly NOT in my favor.

In a brief moment of panicked clarity, I opened one of the empty bottom cabinets in the kitchen. It took some uncomfortable folding and maneuvering but I got myself inside and pressed the door shut seconds before his footsteps made the distinctive noise of sneakers on tile.

"Capsicle, Terminator," I heard Tony greet the two laughing supersoldiers. "Have you seen my Princess?"

I melted a little bit at the way Tony called me his, I won't lie.

"Nope," Bucky lied shamelessly.

"She's in the empty cabinet," Steve chuckled at the same time. Top 10 anime betrayals, right there.

"Wow - and I thought we were friends," Tony scoffed, I assumed at Bucky. My body tensed and I prepared to dial-up my puppy eyes to eleven. My hiding spot was wack.

The door was roughly tossed open, my eyes landing on Tony's oil-stained jeans. He crouched down, his brown eyes positively sparkling. The engineer's body radiated smug mischief, fingers twitching in anticipation.

"Sorry, Princess is unavailable right now. May I take a message?" I said, pulling on the cabinet door and fully prepared to slam it shut in his face. I was NOT ready for any more mortification.

Tony's chuckle shook me to the core, louder and ten times more expressive in the cramped, dark space of my temporary lair. "Come on out, baby girl. I didn't peg you for a wallflower."

"Duly noted," I said warily, having been expecting for him to drag me out and carry me to his bedroom, caveman style. I had noticed that my dorky self revved up his gears faster than any stereotypical seductive shit. It was no secret, at least not for us 'vengers, that Tony was a huge dork himself but I guess it takes one to know one.

"So, my suits, huh?" He smirked after a brief moment and just like that, I Did Not Like Where This Was Going. The receding footsteps and quiet snickering only confirmed my suspicions. Tony's form blocked the opening of the cabinet, crowding me even further into the already cramped space.

"Um," I found myself pretty much speechless. Part of me was excited and yearning - of fucking course I was curious if Tony Stark, genius and former playboy, had found a way to incorporate his suits of armor into the bedroom. Daresay, it was the question of the decade, according to Cosmopolitan, GQ, and a whole lot of other large media outlets.

The more sensible part of me screamed shame for that, playing with an essentially massive, powerful destruction machine. Something meant to protect millions of people from bad guys and aliens. It seemed blasphemous to waste such an important thing on scratching a curious itch.

I blinked owlishly, squirming.

"Okay, out you go." Tony's patience had run out and he withdrew himself, promptly standing up.

I heard the tapping of his fingers as I ungracefully stumbled out. He was occupied with his tablet so I turned around to adjust myself and the things on the countertop I had accidentally jostled in my rush to preserve some dignity.

An arm snaked around my waist, cold and unyielding, brushing against my exposed midriff with metal fingertips. Goosebumps followed the touch as I shivered involuntarily, stuttering in my breathing. "Fuck." The sound came out as if it was punched out of my throat with force, breathy.

"What's your safeword?" Tony's neatly groomed beard scratched against my ear. His voice was heavy and his lips were moist.

"Banana," I blurted the first thing that came into my mind. My body was hot and yet, I froze in place. The sheer power that the man behind me contained demanded unyielding obedience. I had no choice but to comply.

"Friday, lock the door. Nobody but me, in and out." Tony growled, pulling my hips into his metal-covered form.

Were we really doing this in the communal kitchen? With Steve and Bucky probably fully aware of what exactly was going on in here? Tony seemed to have zero reservations about that; in fact, I was almost sure he'd orchestrated the whole thing somehow. Steve owed like a dozen favors to the engineer.

The thick of Tony's leg firmly wedged itself between my thighs, spreading them open just enough so I was forced to put a slight arch in my back to keep still, my ass and shoulders firmly pressing against his Iron Man suit. I felt the coldness of the metal through my clothes, heard the hum of the nanobots in my ears.

My blood responded, heartbeat pulsing in my ears in sync with the electrical currents supplying the man behind me with the immense physical power to match his mental one. "Shit," The sound of my voice was faint. His other arm began creeping up my side to my shoulders, making an unmistakable beeline for my neck.

Tony applied firm pressure on it, wrapping the gauntlet carefully - not restricting the airflow, just steering me as he wished. And apparently, he had some very strong ideas about my current predicament: "Got me right where you wanted me?" He asked, low and breathy.

As I attempted to make noise, his hand tightened on my throat. Eyelids involuntarily sliding closed, my lips shook with the force it took me to muster up enough oxygen to hum a sloppy. "Mhm..."

"Can't hear you, baby girl," His cheek rested against mine, scratchy and hot and smelling like iron and gasoline and Tony.

Another shaky breath, I attempted to force the words out - for some reason, Tony's presence commanded me to obey him like never before. I nearly shivered from the sheer aura of power surrounding my man and it was his cue to lessen the careful pressure on my throat - just enough for blood to rapidly rush to my ears, making the world even hazier. "Yeah, Tony," It didn't take me much time to give him the enthusiastic consent he was looking for.

"Uh-uh," Tony tutted cheerfully. His other arm snaked around my waist, dipping lower to play with the hem of my skirt. God bless me for wearing a skirt! The rough pads of his fingertips scratched against the soft, sensitive flesh of my inner thighs. "I think we're past first name basis, baby," The suit retracted, mostly. The nanotech allowed for different parts of it to cover Tony's body in odd places: I felt the gauntlets and the arm braces, as well as part of a chest plate, but waist down my man was wearing simple jeans and tee.

"Uh," My brain supplied unhelpfully, feeling the bulge pressing against my ass. "Daddy?"

"That's my girl," I was rewarded with a groan, so sinful and delicious, falling from his lips straight into my ear. The hand that had gone down south cupped the mound of my pussy with a tender gesture. "Or Iron Man's?" He teased, grinding into me from behind.

"Yours," I keened obediently, my body seeming to find it impossible to decide between rubbing myself on his hand and his cock. It was a hard choice - pun absolutely intended. I was long uncomfortable in my panties and Tony's clever digits surely felt it, yet he made no further moves. "Daddy," I tried to put how much I ached for him into words.

Tony hummed, placing his wet mouth on the juncture of my neck for a moment. His hot breath seared my skin. The curious fingers finally, finally, reached the apex of my thighs. "Fuckin' shit, baby, you're..." He didn't bother finishing the sentence, speaking with his actions instead, scissoring his fingers between my labia, running the knuckles over my clit.

Just to feel me pant and shiver. I was sensitive and so aroused it was nearly unbearable. Tony always made me feel some type of way and, once again, my man had outdone himself. There was no shame left in me as I shifted my hips to the rhythm of his hand.

"Please?" I asked him prettily, knowingly that one little word would get me everything I wanted. A hard fucking, a new dress, a car, or, Hell, my own private island. My eyes were pretty when I begged, he had said. I would move the world for you, he had meant.

"Baby," The whisper was rushed as Tony turned me around and claimed my lips, hoisting my ass onto the marble countertop of the common kitchens. My legs wrapped around his hips, seeking the warmth and relief of his skin on mine. I wanted him inside of me, inconvenient location and two layers of clothing be damned. I wanted to bury myself in him until either of us couldn't tell who started and ended where.

"Daddy," I whispered into the thin line of his mouth, conveying my all-consuming need in a single word.

My skirt was hiked up in a second, the gauntlets of his suit still on his hands tearing my pants in a single clean motion. Eagerly, I scooted forward to pop the button on his jeans; grateful for the fact more often than not, Tony choose to forgo the belt whatsoever when working in the lab. Today was my lucky day.

His cock, red and thick and hard enough to pound nails with, weighed my hand down for barely a second beforehand Tony's gauntlets closed around both of my wrists, securing them to my chest. His other arm swiftly wrapped around me, pulling me close to him, as close as we could be together without sharing a single body. The blunt tip of his manhood stood at my entrance - not just teasing it but seeking permission.

One keen that seemed to come from deep insight my chest and I felt Tony's breath hitch as our sensitive flesh met; he filled me up at least as superbly as I hugged him. We shared a moan and a breath, just feeling each other, feeling the moment.

We were short on patience. Tony's hand slid onto the small of my back, urging our hips to meet each other, setting a punishing pace from the very start.

"Fuck, Daddy, oh God," I panted. I wasn't used to getting things started with so little prep.

"Baby," Tony rumbled, trying for stern, having it come out as breathless as I felt. "Shit, so fuckin' tight," His words garbled.

The sound of flesh slapping flesh was loud, perhaps, loud enough for certain enhanced folk to hear should they happen to pass the kitchen doors - and if that didn't make my insides clench in the most delectable ways.

Tony grunted in response, a lewd noise adding to the cacophony. "Gonna come?" His teeth caught my bottom lip, pulling it slightly. "For Daddy?" He asked, all traces of his usual cockiness gone, as he pulled away slightly to stare right in my wide eyes with his baby doe browns, equally blown with lust and longing.

Neither of us would last. "Yes, fuck, Daddy, please," I begged.

His hips angled just right, Tony continued mercilessly railing me, holding up my weak body between his arms. I felt the cold metal of the gauntlets through my shirt. The shivers ran across my skin in heaps, like busy little ants.

"Come for Daddy," Tony ordered, yanking me closer to hit that sweet spot deep inside of me. I couldn't resist the command, feeling the waves build up with every brutal stroke, clenching, muffling the screaming of my release in the crook of his neck, relishing in the growl that left his lips as he followed me, releasing my arms and folding his torso over mine. "Fuck," Was the only coherent word that left Tony's mouth, his seed creating a sticky mess between our legs.

"Yeah," I moaned, unwilling to part from him. It was intense. My world was spinning on its axis and my Tony was the center of it. He said something again, something soft and quiet, and my only concern was to rub my nose on his pulse point, to savor and remember the smell of our shared pleasure.

"Baby..." Tony sounded... Concerned. He withdrew slowly, frowning at my sleepy state. His frown only intensified when I absentmindedly rubbed my wrists - there were bound to be some marks left from the force of his grip. It was hot and it was... A surefire way to tell the suits weren't really adapted for bedroom games. Kitchen games.

"Daddy," I mumbled, sounding sad and pathetic to my own ears. I kind of wanted to cuddle and watch a movie but it seemed weird asking that from Tony since we've done crazier things and I had never felt like this, never got this greedy.

"Oh, baby, c'mere," He had come to some sort of conclusion. After re-doing his pants and picking up the scraps of fabric that used to be my panties, his arms made a comfortable nest. I was picked up without any troubles; the gauntlets had disappeared, too, into the thin golden bracelets around his wrists. I allowed myself to play with them, the shiny colors doing a good job of distracting me all throughout the brisk walk through the main living room and the swift elevator ride.

Tony's bed was messy, unmade and smelled like us - just the way I had left it that morning. Tony's hands were gentle as he stripped me and then swiftly chucked his own clothes.

"Watcha' doin'?" I asked as he wrapped his body around mine.

"Shh, we'll talk later," He murmured, looking slightly dazed himself. "Friday, put Stardust on the TV. 25% volume," As soon as the command was spoken, one of my comfort movies began playing on the large screen. Tony's hand kept stroking my hair and I didn't resist the temptation to close my eyes, settling into a peaceful lull atop the glowing white-blue of Tony's arc reactor.

My favorite color in the world, to be honest. It felt like I'd slept for ages when I opened my eyes to see the color again. "Um, hi," I supplied meekly, feeling way out of my depths from my own strange behavior.

"Mornin', Princess," Tony seemed joyful, the bags under his eyes a little less prominent than before.

I made moves to get out of the bed but he wrapped an arm around me, tugging me closer. "What do you know about sub drop?" He questioned me, in response to my vaguely confused noises.

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