#sit in the dark? shirtless? playing with fire??

[billiethepumpkin]

My Name: Dabi

Kinktober Day 2

Warning: Rated X. This content is intended for those aged 18 years or older. If you are a minor, please do not interact.

Contains: Alcohol/drunkenness. Minor injury. Grinding. Teasing. Hickeys. Nipple play. Fingering. Edging, both intentional and accidental. Vaginal sex. Unprotected sex. Creampie. Slightly aggressive sex. Birthdays. Feelings of self-hatred.

Author's Note: I know that Dabi is an adult, but I'm still an old fuck :)

Also, this is a repost! I wrote this a while, and I loved it. So here it is again.

It had been several days since you had been to Dabi’s apartment. He had asked you to get several things for him, seeing as he can’t be seen in public. He couldn’t put his freedom on the line, just for groceries. And you were happy to oblige, seeing as you’d be going to his house anyway at some point or another. You had been there dozens of times before, maybe even hundreds. It was dark. There was barely any furniture; just whatever Dabi could find in the dump at night, along with one singular small television that you managed to buy him for your most recent Christmas together.

When you got to his apartment, he cracked the door open slowly, carefully, until he saw that it was you. He was so drunk you could smell the alcohol as soon as the door to his apartment swung open. He was shirtless, his hair quite a bit messier than usual. If you hadn't been in love with him, you might've said he looked pathetic. You wondered how much he had drank, but the empty bottle of some sort of alcohol sitting on the coffee table was a dead giveaway. It was a surprise to you. Dabi knew you were coming over. You had this planned for a little over a week. You’d planned to bring him groceries right after you got your weekly paycheck, and that was today. “-ey there, pretty girl,” he slurred, leaning in the doorway for a moment. Worried, you pushed past him with your paper bags of groceries, almost completely ignoring his words.

As you put away the groceries, you take a minute to ponder. Why would he be like this? What had gotten into him? You knew Dabi was a drinker. After what hell he’s been through, he needed a vice, a coping mechanism. And you couldn’t argue that being drunk did help the pain sometimes. But why today, when he knew you’d be here?

Before Dabi had downed his second double shot of whiskey, he had been sulking. Sulking over the anniversary of his birth–today. He was reminiscing on the previous birthdays he had celebrated when he lived with the rest of his family. He remembered the way Natsuo always tried to make a big deal of it. But it never mattered. It never mattered because his father never even so much as glanced in Dabi’s direction–not even on his own son’s birthday. He never told anyone that his birthday was today. And even after almost a year of knowing each other, you still didn’t know Dabi’s birthday.

You put the groceries away, taking your time to organize them as best you could, before you turned to your boyfriend. He was leaning in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room, his head leaning completely against the wall. When you turned to him, he was actually pouting. Yes, Dabi, the man who had survived years of domestic abuse, an entire forest fire, and dozens of missions with the League of Villains, was pouting.

You huffed a small laugh before stepping towards him, his back now against the wall, looking down at you. “What’s wrong?” you cooed up at him with a soft smile.

“You hav’n’t giv’n me ‘ny att’ntion,” he slurred. “Doesn’ y’r boyfr’nd deserve s’me love on ‘is birthday?” He let it slip.

And he really didn’t even mean to. He didn’t realize he even said it out loud until your eyes widened with worry, and you asked, “It’s your birthday?!” Before Dabi could even answer, your shoulders sank with sadness. “I’m so sorry,” you said. “I had no idea. How can I make it up to you? You know what? How about I make you dinner, hm?”

Dabi slowly, tiredly shook his head. “Don’ w’rry about it,” he whined, his eyes drooping and his hands resting on your hips.

“Come on,” you said. “You have to eat something. It’ll help you sober up. How about I order something?” Before Dabi could even think of a response, you were already calling the takeout place you had shown him on your first date and ordering his favorite food for him. Fuck, why did you have to be so… sweet? And caring? Dabi was trying to pretend it wasn’t his birthday. He didn’t need you going and ruining it.

He didn’t know what to say. You looked so sad, feeling like you had failed as a girlfriend, forgetting his birthday and trying to make it up to him. He couldn’t tell you yet. Dabi needed you to feel better first. Damn, how did he end up comforting you? Oh well, he thought. He couldn't be angry at you for just caring so much. Even if it was ruining his plans of sulking.

Dinner came, and you ate together, watching a TV show on your Netflix account. When your food containers were discarded on the table in front of you, he started to get dizzy from the alcohol, and he laid his head on your shoulder.

“Why’d y’ do all that?” he slurred, his eyes threatening to fall closed.

Your eyebrows angled in worry and guilt. “Well… I just wanted…” you began, “to make your birthday special. I forgot all about it, and I didn’t even get you anything–”

“Stop,” he said, waving his hand. “I’s not y’r fault. I didn’ tell you.”

“Oh,” you sighed. “Why not?” You treaded carefully. You worried that too many questions might cross some boundaries, that he might have done it on purpose.

“I’s not a big deal, m’kay?” he mumbled.

You looked at the floor instead of at him. You waited for some kind of real answer, but after several minutes, it was clear you weren’t going to get one. You prodded further. “It’s just that–”

“I’s none ‘f y’r bus’ness,” he groaned, his brows pinching together. He lifted his head, the room spinning slightly. He stood up, refusing to talk about anything. But as soon as he was lifted to his feet, he lost his balance, falling face-first into the corner of the coffee table. You gasped, and you crouched next to your boyfriend, a small cut just above his eyebrow.

“You okay?” you asked, seeing the cut and brushing the dyed dark hair out of the way. He didn’t say anything back. You offered him your hand, and he reluctantly took it, slowly standing up and moving to the couch. You went to his bathroom and found the first-aid kit–the one you forced him to keep in his apartment for times when one of you was being an idiot. You brought back an alcohol wipe and a bandage. You sat straddling one of his legs with the flashlight of your phone illuminating the space. Once he was all patched up, his eyes remained closed as his head rested on the couch cushions behind him. “Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked in a whisper.

Dabi shook his head. “Jus’ don’ like my birthday,” he answered, looking down, his gaze refusing to meet yours. And suddenly it all clicked. He didn’t have to say anything else. You were being an idiot. Months ago, he told you all about his father, and you were just now putting all the pieces together. Dabi’s birthday was a not-so-gentle reminder of who he was supposed to be and who he was not. And for that he refused to forgive himself.

“I’m sorry,” you said, your hands resting on the space between his neck and his shoulders. “I’m so sorry,” you whispered, now gently lifting his chin so that his lips met yours. You kissed him over and over again, one turning into hundreds. The difference in feeling between his upper and lower lip was vast. The top was soft, smooth. The bottom would have felt chapped if you didn’t know any better. His rough hands, outlined with cold staples, slid under your dress and rested on your plush thighs. You inhaled sharply at the sensation of metal against your skin.

He pulled away, and you looked down at him with a longing in your eyes. “You okay?” he asked as your skin adjusted to him. You nodded, and you desperately pulled him back into your kiss. His hands ventured further up your legs, eventually coming to rest on your hips, where the lace waistband of your panties dipped into your flesh. Dabi’s fingers splayed against your skin, the different textures melting into your flesh and making you shiver. He fondled the waistband of your panties, making you involuntarily squirm against him. The friction of his clothed leg against you was enough to egg you on. You grinded your clothed sex against him one more time, and he grinned into your lips. His right hand trailed the outline of your panties against your thigh, and eventually rubbed his thumb against your clit on the outside of your underwear. You sighed into his lips, impatiently waiting for more, wondering what would be “too forward.”

You laced your fingers into his long black hair, gently caressing the back of his head. Dabi let his head fall back, leaving his neck open for you to take between your lips. You pulled away long enough for Dabi to pull his shirt over his head. Due to Dabi’s burns, his neck was much less sensitive than the rest of his body. He could barely even feel the contact your lips were making with his neck. You knew this. You moved to his chest, just below the staples, and Dabi sighed into your touch. He could barely even think straight. He had never remembered a time when someone treated him like you treated him, when someone was as thoughtful and as considerate as you. He could only sit back and watch as you gently sucked a piece of his flesh into your pretty mouth and swiped your tongue over it. He’d never been given a hickey before. Most people were too scared to touch his neck. But here you were, finding a way and making it enjoyable for him.

“Fuck~” he groaned as you let go of his flesh with a pop. “I love you so goddamn much.” He lifted your face and slotted your lips into his. His right hand remained on your still-clothed pussy, but his left hand moved to unhook your bra. He struggled for a moment, trying to concentrate on everything at once, but you helped out by pulling your dress over your head, unhooking it yourself, and tossing your bra to the floor. Dabi had seen you naked plenty of times before. Hell, you had fucked on the first date. But seeing you now through his drunken lens, an even mixture of love and lust behind your eyes, made his cock twitch. He wanted to show you exactly how much he loved you the best way he could.

He took your nipple, hardened against the cool air of his apartment, between his lips. You let your head fall back, hair ghosting against your back. You let out a whine as his tongue swiped over your breast, his thumb gently brushing against your sex through the lace of your panties. Soon, you felt his soft fingertips push your panties into a thin line to the left of your pussy. Now, his thumb brushed against your bare clit, pulling another whine from your lips, longer this time with enough desire to make a saint blush. Pleased, Dabi dipped two of his fingers between your folds and played in your arousal for a moment, thoroughly coating his fingers in your slick, relishing in your scent and desperate to pull more sighs and whines from your love-swollen lips.

Dabi’s lips pulled away from your tit to look up at you as two of his long fingers slipped past your entrance. Your mouth dropped into a pretty O shape, mimicking a moan as Dabi’s drunken gaze met your lustful one. You let the shaky moan escape your lungs as his palm rested against your clit and his fingers curled inside you. Dabi’s lips were just centimeters from your own. Dabi closed the gap, slotting his lips into yours and beginning to move his fingers inside you. Your lack of sounds, however, led Dabi to believe this wasn’t enough. He picked you up and switched spots with you, laying you down on the couch with your legs still spread. He quickly pushed his fingers back into you, curling them again to hear you moan, louder this time from the new position.

Dabi began to lazily pump his fingers in and out of you, the palm of his large hand pushing against your clit with each thrust of his wrist. He absent-mindedly palmed the growing bulge in his jeans, too focused on your pretty noises to realize that he could fully stroke himself. “Dabi~” you whined, “you’re gonna make me cum!” Dabi groaned at the name. He didn’t know it bothered him until right now. He’d have to think about it later, the way that name made him feel, especially coming from the lips of his girl, someone he was supposed to love. He’d think about it later.

“Tha’s th’ point,” he growled, pushing his thoughts to the back of his mind. “Cum f’ me, sweet girl.”

It was the nickname. The nickname had you flying over the edge, the rope of pleasure snapping in the pit of your stomach. Your orgasm gushed over Dabi’s fingers and dripped down your ass cheeks, your moans tumbling over your tongue like dice.

Without a moment to rest, Dabi unzipped his jeans, his dick aching to be set free from their denim and polyester prison, desperate to be buried inside you. He slapped the tip of his cock against you several times, sliding himself between your folds and coating himself in the liquid of your orgasm. When he rested his head against your entrance, your eyes widened. “Too much,” you whined. “D-dab-bi, I c-can’t–”

“Don’ call me that ‘nymore,” he commanded, looking you dead in the eyes. It wasn’t him being bratty or demanding or even the “dom.” The sentence came out of nowhere, without Dabi even thinking. The small amount of worry in your eyes made Dabi question his own words. He swallowed hard, the look in his eyes changing from fiery to soft in a matter of seconds, trying to silently assure you he wasn’t angry.

You were panting and shaking, not-so-patiently awaiting the stretch of his cock against your walls. “W-what do I call-all you the-en?” you stuttered, eyes flashing between his hips and his eyes.

“My name,” he answered, “is Touya.” With no time for you to respond, Dabi–rather, Touya–slammed his entire length inside your waiting cunt. You gasped as his hips collided with yours. Touya’s movements stopped to soothe you, as you whimpered and whined underneath him against the stretch of his member. He pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead, your thighs stretching to allow Touya as close to you as possible. He rested his forehead against yours as he pulled out of you slowly. His right hand came to caress your cheek. “‘M sorry,” he mumbled. “Di’n’t mean t’ scare you.”

You nodded, not quite able to come up with the words to respond. Slowly, methodically, he thrusted into you, his tip kissing your cervix as you let out a soft whine. Dabi let his eyes close as he listened, continuing to move his hips as slowly as possible, worried he might scare you again. “T-Touya,” you stammered. His icy blue eyes opened to find you, staring up at him with as much love as you could muster. Before that moment, Touya hated the person he was supposed to be. With every small reminder, he hated himself a little more for not living up to be that person. But when those syllables came from your lips, he felt loved. He felt wanted. He felt needed. He felt like he was the person he was always meant to be. “N-need more,” you pleaded.

He thrusted in and out of you again, with a little more force and slightly more speed. You let out a loud sigh. Touya’s sobriety was ruined–he got drunk on your moans, your scent, the way your pretty pussy gripped his dick like a vice. “R’lax, pretty girl,” he groaned, nearly through his teeth. “If y’ clamp d’wn on me like that, ‘m gonna cum already.” He slowed, almost to a stop, his cock resting inside you at the hilt, reaching deep inside you. With his left hand, Touya caressed your waist, your hips, anything he could reach. He wanted to be impossibly closer to you. He thrusted into you once again, once he was sure he wasn’t going to bust on the spot.

You did your best to relax, taking long breaths that exhaled in the form of moans and cries. “Oh, you pretty little thing,” Touya groaned, becoming restless. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“‘M yours, Touya,” you moaned in response. “I’m all yours.” The sound of his name–his true name–escaping your lips left him gasping for air.

“Promise?” he asked, looking you in the eyes with the same intensity as before. His thrusting slowed, pulling you away from another orgasm. You sighed, grieving the loss of the previously incoming pleasure. “Promise you’re mine?” At first you thought this was his way of dominating you, like maybe he was going to edge you until he got what he wanted. But when you looked deeper into his diamond eyes, you saw actual fear. Now that you’d said his name, he was terrified. Terrified that he’d lose you. Terrified that, after you, nobody would ever say his name the way you did. Not with pity. Not with disappointment. Not with anger. But with as much love as could be packed into one five-letter-word.

“I promise, Touya,” you whispered. Upon the promise, Touya began to thrust into you with such fury and passion that your body became overwhelmed. Your thoughts were no longer coherent. The only sensation you could feel was Touya entering and leaving your sex as quickly as he possibly could.

Within a minute, he felt your hole pulsing around him. Touya relished the feeling of you. The pressure of your pussy around his cock made him bust unexpectedly. All of the sudden, he was emptying himself into you, the ultimate sign that you were, in fact, his. He continued thrusting, his cock aching from the overstimulation. But he needed you to cum. He was desperate for you to cry out his name again, to be the one to make you feel oh-so-much. He stood up, thrusting into you at a new angle. His thumb swiped over your soaked clit, pulling more pleasure out of you. “Come on, pretty girl,” he groaned. “I wanna feel you cum on me, wanna make you feel s’good.”

Touya’s words washed over you, only adding to the pleasure. You played with your own pebbled nipples, desperate for the orgasm you’d been denied twice now. With every single thrust a moan came tumbling from your tongue. And with a few final thrusts, Touya was emptying himself into you again. The pressure of his cum filling you up made you fall over that final edge into bliss. You cried out, “Touya~!” as your cunt clenched around him with your orgasm.

Touya let out a sigh as you came down from your high. “Most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he whispered, his length staying inside of you for a moment. As he slowly slid out, you sighed at the loss of contact. He picked you up and switched spots with you, resting you on his lap one more time. Both of you were out of breath, your bare chests pressed against each other.

Touya’s fingers locked behind your back, his arms tightly wrapped around your waist. The soft fingers on his left hand ghosted over your back, creating goosebumps on your skin. You smiled into his neck. “I love you,” you said. “Do you know that?” You sat up to look at him, your hands resting on his face. “I love you so damn much.”

Touya smiled up at you gently, the sleep beginning to wash over his body. “I love you, too,” he whispered, your forehead resting against his before you pressed a long, loving kiss into his lips. He suddenly stood up, and you let out a gasp as he picked you up. “Let’s get to bed,” he said, carrying you all the way to his bed, the mattress and box spring on the floor. When he finally rested on the mattress next to you, he covered both of you with his blankets and pulled your head to rest on his chest. You pressed feather-light kisses onto his burnt skin every once in a while. “Y’really wanna be w’th me f’rever?” he slurred, his body still processing the alcohol.

You huffed in a small laugh. “As long as you want me to stay,” you answered, never even picking your head up. You draped your arm over him and rested your hand on the opposite side of his waist.

“So,” he said, “forever, then.” It was halfway a smartass joke, halfway a correction.

You laughed again. “Yeah,” you answered. “Forever.”

This work was written by Abigail "Billie" Rothenberger. Please do not copy this work on Tumblr or any other platform.

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[madebyrolo]

𝘐 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 ࿔

𝘫𝘫 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘴𝘩𝘦/𝘩𝘦𝘳

𝘚𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘣 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘦𝘴.

𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆

They were sitting on a blanket on the beach, the suns amber color slowly faded away creating the most beautiful sunset. The smell of the saltwater and jjs musky cologne filled the air. The sound of waves crashing and y/ma phone connected to their speaker playing their shared playlist. On the blanket, their legs tangled up on eachother. Y/n sat her with back on jj chest, hes sitting with his arms holding them up.

He moves one hand he reaches in his pant pocket and grabs a small mint box containing 2 pre-rolled joints and a blank lighter. Smiling to himself, jj takes out one, holding it between his lips and flicks his lighter firing up the end. He takes a big puff letting it the back of his throat. The feeling was too familiar to him, he’s second favorite feeling other than having you undone with just his simple touch.

Y/n smelling the cannabis gets up from his chest. She looks a the boy staring at him. Drugs weren’t her favorite thing he did but seeing him all relaxed, red eyes, face always plastered with a smirk from all the ecstasy. She knew it was wrong but she loved how he looked under the influence. He was hot. She took in every feature of the boys face acting like she doesn’t see him everyday. Jj turned to her feeling her daggers. Slowing turning his head meeting her gaze. When high it feels like his sense are heighten, he looked into her eyes also acting like he’s never seen her before. He feels like he’s fallen in love with all over again. The Weeknd playing in the background they just take in each other prender with the fiery tension.

Jj offers her a hit, she doesn’t really smoke as much as him but when she does she completely enters a state of euphoria, feeling ones as jj and completely loving it. She grabs the joint from his hands, and taking it between his lips. Her vanilla gloss got on the paper leaving a little print, jj 100% gonna keep the left over wrap.

She takes a deep breath in, the smoke tingling the back of her throat. the takes the 2nd hit for her to start feeling the effects, unlike jj it takes him 5 or more like the stoner he is. “Is this sativa?” she asked “you know it” jj replied taking the joint from her hands. Jj takes his hit keying the smoke longer in his mouth before grabbing y/n face and pulling her in for a kiss. As their lips part he exhales the smoke into her mouth, shotgunning it. They pull apart just staring at eachother in awe. Jj loved when y/n smoke with him, it’s a two in one for him.

Y/n feeling the strong effects she lays down on the blanket staring at sky. The sun was barely setting, the dark blue/purple ombré effect that was in the sky, the moon peaking up. She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. In her head she sees waves of pink colors, little small white flashes, almost like a volocity edit of pink and small shapes. The Tyler song “a boy is a gun” filling her ears making her bop her head and hum along. Shes in her own little world while Jjs in another.

He’s sitting in the same position, he doesn’t have the same extremely vivid allusion as y/n since he’s kinda paste that “rookie” phase. He just feels more at clam, relaxed, less angry at the world. He has those times where he can escape and see random visions but they’re with harder stuff that you have to get from a kook. He wouldn’t do it with or around y/n though. He wouldn’t want to bring her in that kinda of world so he sticks with his simple joints with y/n. He doesn’t hate it, although he would like something stronger right now but at least he can share this with you.

He let y/n take it in and enjoy the moments of bliss. Soon he drags her out of her visions and gets her off her beach floor and walk hand in hand to the water. He takes off his cargo pants leaving him in his boxers shirtless and slowly entering the water. Y/n taking her jean shorts off and shirtand soon joining him. Not caring they’re in their undergarments, theyre thankful they’re at a secret secluded area of the coast though.

As they’re almost fully emerged jj grabs her by the waist pulling her in for a kiss. Before it starts to turn into a very heated make out sesh y/n pulls away, putting her head under the water. She feels like she’s in jello, enjoying the weightless zone she’s in, at peace knowing there’s nothing sheJj keeping a good eye on her knowing she’s not at the most conscience state of mind. After a few seconds jj brings her back up helping her to remember to breath. Scared she’s gonna drown he brings them both back to shore.

Tangled up into eachother, and taking more hits they just lay together for the rest of the time. As the join finally finishes. As the moon takes place of the sun they decide to head to y/ns car and head back to John bs chateau. After a 10 minute commute they made it back with everyone in the backyard around the lighted fire pit. Jj sits on the only chair available pulling y/n onto his lap. He pulls out the same metal box and takes out the second joint. He lights up the roll and takes a hit, passing it along to John b beside him. They all sat talking together getting high as kytes. Y/n gets up heading to the car grabbing her speaker. She comes back letting Pope connect his phone, picking the song and playing “I smoked away my brain” by A$AP Rocky. They all sat telling small stories and soon Sarah ordering pizza.

The pouges didn’t really have the perfect built in family but at least they had eachother, and weed.

#outer banks #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank #jj mayback imagine #john b routledge #pope heyward #smoking #obx fanfiction #obx imagine #obx x reader

[duramaters]

All Mine // B.H.

Synopsis: Your friendship with Billy is forever changed when you see him playing basketball with Steve Harrington.

Word Count: 1k

Your friendship with Billy Hargrove had developed slowly but surely. Initially you were totally put off by his obnoxious bad boy attitude but after finding him smoking in the school parking lot one afternoon when you should have both been in lessons, you had started to realise that not only was Billy a total charmer, he also had the potential to be a genuinely decent human being. It was a shame that he hid that side of himself from the rest of the world but you felt lucky to catch glimpses of his secret self. It became a regular thing that you would slip out of lessons to meet Billy at his Camaro to share a cigarette under the haze of the Indiana sun and it wasn’t long before you found yourself growing inexplicably fond of the curly haired rogue.

You slipped into the gymnasium and settled yourself on the highest seat on the bleachers, content to watch the boys at their basketball practice while you waited for Billy so you could go for a smoke. They were already well into a game by the time you had taken your seat and your eyes bugged when you realised it was a shirts vs skins game. And Billy was not on the side of the shirts.  He was all over poor Steve Harrington and you had to avert your gaze to the ceiling to avoid starting at Billy’s very short shorts. You’d rarely seen the man in anything other than his double denim and seeing him completely shirtless and sweaty was resulting in all sorts of new sensations. The coach called for a water break and Billy bounded up the bleachers, sitting heavily beside you in all his sweat soaked glory, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Your gaze was fixed at a point on the basketball court because you knew that if you turned to face Billy you’d be hypnotised by his dark eyelashes and plump lips and who knew what you’d say.

“What’s got you all googly eyed, princess?” Billy leaned into your shoulder, perhaps attempting to see the court from your perspective but enveloping you in a cloud of his scent as his movement stirred the air. Unfortunately Steve Harrington was right in your line of sight as Billy’s hair brushed across your cheek. “Oh ho ho, Harrington? Really!?” He sneered at you and you kept your mouth shut, trying to ignore the burning blush forcing its way up your neck and onto your cheeks. You could feel Billy staring at you, trying to work out what it was about Steve that had you all flustered. The seconds felt like hours with his beautiful eyes boring into your pink tinged skin until all of a sudden he jerked your face towards him with a solid grip on your chin.

“Tell me.” There was a fire in his voice that almost sounded like anger, but you knew Billy well enough to know that he wasn’t angry at you. It was probably just disgust at the thought that you were attracted to Steve Harrington of all people. You shook your head limply in his grip, casting your eyes downwards and trying to avoid staring at the white blonde hairs sprouting from his heavenly sun-kissed thighs.

“No, Billy, it’s not Harrington.” You muttered lowly, hoping that he wouldn’t ask you to repeat yourself. You feared that if you looked him in the eyes he’d see straight through you, but you did it anyway because you needed to remove his thighs from your field of vision, they were too damn distracting. As you looked up at him you could pinpoint the exact moment he realised that your wide eyed stare and fierce blush were because of him. Shit. A wolfish grin lit up his features and he slid even closer to you on the bench.

“It’s me? Oh babe.” You thought he was going to eat you alive the way his eyes were alight with mirth and hunger. “Meet me at the car in ten.” He smirked at you, shooting an audacious wink in your direction before re-joining his teammates. Your heart was stuttering so violently in your chest you thought you were about to pass out and you could still feel his lingering heat where his fingers had gripped your chin.

~~~

Ten minutes had passed and just as you were beginning to lose your nerve, Billy emerged from the gymnasium doors and sauntered his way across the parking lot. You knew his slow strut was for your benefit alone and you felt the hot blush, that had only just died down, already recolouring your cheeks. At least he had shown your poor weakened heart enough consideration to put on a shirt. You didn’t know if you could handle seeing anymore of his golden skin right now. He nodded his head towards the Camaro, blond curls swaying across his shoulders, and you opened the passenger door wordlessly, hoping that the slight trembling of your legs wasn’t too obvious. Billy ducked into the drivers seat with a greedy smirk spreading across his lips. You stared down at your legs, twisting your hands together in your lap. You had never been nervous with Billy before, how had seeing him shirtless had such a massive effect on you? It was because he knew about the effect he had on you, you reasoned. It gave him power, and it was that that made you nervous. Billy’s thumb skimmed your cheek before falling down to grasp your chin, lightly tugging your face towards him in a much gentler move than the one he had performed on the bleachers. You watched his tongue dart out of his godly mouth and moisten his lips and you felt yourself inching towards his body like he was a magnet and you would burn if you didn’t touch him.

“You’re mine.” He whispered as his lips met yours in a devastatingly delicious kiss. You felt his lips pull up into a smug grin as you whimpered into his mouth. “All mine.”

#billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #x reader #billy hargrove x you #x you #stranger things #stranger things 2 #stranger things 3 #fanfiction #dacre montgomery #i'm not too happy with this but y'all thirsty for billy and i wanted to get something out there #pls let me know what u think #g writes

[beepersteeper]

Mirror -- Astarion x Tav Fluff

“I thought that vampires couldn't see their reflection?” Tav asked walking up to astarions tent from the side.

“What?" He instinctively asked, startled before actually answering her question. “They can't, but I was hoping that our new friend might have reversed that too." He taps the hand mirror on his temple before throwing it to the ground angry. “I haven't seen this face since it's eyes turned red and it grew fangs. Just another thing I've lost." 

“I could be your mirror." Tav shrugs 

"Okay… “ he pauses his half smirk creeping onto his face "I'll humor you, what do you see?” 

"Gorgeous eyes, that crease when you actually smile.”

"go on… " he drawls playfully rolling his eyes egging her to play into his petty vanity.

“The way your hair curls just around your ears, I know you try so hard to make it look effortless, it works."

“Anything else?" He spins around playfully.

“A beautiful man who feels like he's not worth more than petty vanity." She smiles and shoves her hands in her pockets.

"ugh” he grunts "just tell me I'm beautiful and let's call it a day.” He sighs as he feels the edges of his mind tugged to Tav's as she trys to connect their tadpoles. He reluctantly obliges. The visions he saw caused his chest to tighten and sent him reeling.

He saw a handsome, pale elf. With perfectly placed silver wavy hair to look like he just woke up that way. Creases around his eyes from smiling and from his nose to his mouth for the same reason. He sees beautiful red eyes that shine as he looks from side to side and rolling his eyes. He sees soft lips curing into a smirk undoubtedly saying something snarky, with straight white teeth peaking out slightly. He sees himself smiling wide, laughing as an unheard joke, letting his fangs appear from his lips. They aren't as off-putting as he imagined. 

Astarion joking with shadowheart about the owlbear bringing something fresher for dinner.

Him lying in the bright sun, shirtless basking like a cat on a warm day. The light flushing his skin slightly and making his form look ethereal.

Astarion walks cockily up to countless locks spinning his favorite lockpick between his fingers, then unlocking the locks with ease before putting the pick back into his boot where he has a special pocket for the pick.

He watched himself teaching Tav how to lock pick. “You don't need to call me for every single lock you find." He said putting his hands over hers and guiding her through the motions “not that I mind being needed, but you're more than capable darling." The way the word darling sounds like a song shocks him. 

Astarion sat around the fire with the rest of camp carefully sewing closed holes in articles of clothing that weren't his own.

Astarion doing slight of hand magic for the tiefling children to distract them from the commotion of the adults packing for the long trip to baldur's gate. Making coins and rings appear and disappear. Him beaming watching the children check his hands and pockets for the missing baubles.

He saw himself sneaking to Gale's foot locker with a hat in one hand and a glowing ring in the other. Smiling thinking no one saw him sneak over to stash away a few magic items for Gale to have, so he might not feel the hunger he's felt. He chuckles because the tadpole connection has taught him he's not as  careful as he thought he was. Or that Tav is looking for him when he's unaware. 

Astarions face soured first when he was hugged tightly by Karlach and then softening into a sigh and smile, welcoming the warm touch. Even if it was short lived because it burned a little more than anticipated. 

“That's enough," he says, severing the connection. Shaking his head. “I get it you think I'm a wonderful darling." 

"Give me two more.” She says reaching out for his hand.

He takes her hand and reconnects their minds humoring her

He sees himself sitting up through the night in the dying fire light. Eying the dark horizon keeping watch to make sure his new friends can sleep safely through the night.

He feels anxiety threatening to tear his chest into shreds. Bile creeping up his throat and a ringing in his ears. He also feels tender circles being rubbed on a back that wasn't his own. The vision's eyes turn to the side to see himself sitting next to the body he's in. He was nodding and saying "you don't have to be strong all of the time. Nobody here expects you to be perfect. You are doing so well keeping all of us alive as much as it seems like we're not helping our own cause. If you asked anybody here who they trust the most in this camp they would all say you. You're allowed to feel like you're being asked to do too much, because you are. But you can do hard things.” 

The connection is lost and their eyes meet both burning with the threat of tears.

“Is that really how you see me?" He asks, grabbing one of her hands with both of his like he was holding onto the last shreds of hope he had. 

“Those are all the real you.” she urges “The you that you try your best to hide for some reason. You can be stubborn, and selfish and sometimes frankly impossible to understand but through all of the shit you've been through there is still a good, caring person. And that's what I see when I look at you.”

"a stubborn man.” He scoffs covering his surprise with sarcasm. 

"A person who feels like he needs to hide just how good he can be.” She pushes him back slightly "your secret is safe with me.” She winks "we wouldn't want everyone to know that you're more than just a pretty face. they might expect decency from you.”

"I can't have that.” He puts his hand over his chest feigning offense but smiling. “Thanks Tav." He adds sincerely. "It has been 200 years. First you give me your blood, I thought that was the best gift someone would give me…  but this. You've given me my face back. My identity.”

She smiles and shrugs "I told you I'd be your mirror. What shitty kind of mirror wouldn't let you see your own face.”

#astarion #astarion fanfic #bg3 astarion #astarion fluff #astarion x tav #bg3

[fluffytriceratops]

❝𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀.❞ ⎯ 𝗸𝗮𝗶 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝘁𝗵

notes: just a reminder that requests are currently open. if you would like to make a request, please read the rules on the request section in the information chapter beforehand. thank you. also the ending is ass but idk how to end it so- deal with it hehe. <3 

warnings: mature language/swearing, mentions of nightmares, mentions of blood, 

(if you would like to be tagged in my future ninjago related work, feel free to lemme know and i'll happily tag you~!)

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Kai lurched forward with a sharp gasp. Eyes wide and hands clutching the sheets. His gaze zipped around the room frantically, and when he recognized it as his bedroom he slowly started to calm down. 

It was only a nightmare. 

He caught the sight of light flickering out of the corners of his eyes and he cursed when he realized he had accidentally lit his sheet on fire. "Ah fuck-" He smacked at the flames until they went out. Huffing before leaning against the bed frame. 

Sweat clung to his shirtless torso, glistening in the pale light of the moon peeking through his window. 

Kai ran a hand through his hair in clear agitation. Trying his best to still his racing heart. 

He knew it was just a dream. His mind playing sick jokes on him. But he couldn't help but worry. Her scream's lingered in the back of his mind, and he knew he couldn't just sit here. He had to see her. He had to know she was going to be okay. 

⎯ 

The window squeaked as he slid it open and Kai visibly winced at the sound. He slipped through the opening, feet landing soundlessly on the floor. He did his best to close the window more quietly but it still squawked irritably at him. Kai swore under his breath, clicking his tongue in annoyance. He shook his head to himself before turning around.

His gaze immediately softened at the sight of her. A soft lump in the middle of her mattress. Most of the blanket tangled around her legs. And her pillows strewn about on the floor.

Kai couldn't help but smile. He padded softly towards Y/n, grabbing the pillows and placing them back on the bed before slowly and carefully untangling the blanket. He draped it over her before removing his mask and gi, tossing it off to the side and changing into the spare clothes he left here. Which consisted of sweat pants. 

Kai slipped into the bed, snaking his arms around Y/n's waist and pulling her back flush against his bare chest. He held back a tired groan as he let his body sink into her plush mattress. Placing a few tender kisses to her shoulder.

Y/n stirred and he winced at the sight of her pretty e/c eyes squinting up at him. "Kai?" she was groggy and still half asleep, but she didn't hesitate to turn around so she was facing him.

"Hey princess, sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." He whispered, tucking a few strands of stray hair behind her ear.

Y/n hummed, "S'okay. I don't mind." She leaned up and pressed her face into the crook of his neck. Kai let out a shaky breath and pulled her closer towards him. Resting his chin atop her head. "You smell good." He laughed softly at her muffled comment, humming in appreciation.

"So do you.." he rubbed slow circles into her back and the two drifted off into silence for a few moments. Kai assumed Y/n had fallen back asleep, but he himself was wide awake. Allowing his thoughts to consume him.

He could still see the blood pooling around his feet. 

"Your heart is beating really fast." He almost jumped at the sound of her voice, surprised she was still conscious.

"It is?"

She hummed.

Y/n pulled back so she could look up at him, squinting in the darkness of her bedroom. "What's up?" Kai was silent for a moment, and she searched his gaze quietly. Awaiting his reply. Her eyes softened when realization struck her. "Are you having nightmares again?"

Kai's lips pulled down in a frown for the briefest of moments. He reached up to run a hand through his hair nervously. "Yeah.. But uh, don't worry about it. It's nothing."

Y/n shook her head, "It's not nothing, Kai.. It's okay to be scared." she leaned up and planted a kiss to his lips. She slipped her arm around his neck, fingers playing with the hairs on his nape. Kai's eyes slid close for a moment in content. 

"I know," he mumbled, peeking his eyes back open to catch the worry in her eyes.

"Do you?" She wet her lips with her tongue out of habit and his gaze followed the motion.

It felt like cotton had been shoved down his throat, and so he nodded to answer her question. Y/n didn't look convinced.

"You're welcome any time, Kai. No matter how late or early it is. And if you want to talk about it, we can. But if you'd rather we don't, that's okay too." She shrugged, running her fingers through his hair, nails gently dragging along his scalp.

Y/n knew just how to make him feel better. His heart squeezed at her words and he leaned down to press a tender kiss to her forehead.

"I just want to be here with you." He breathed, and she smiled. Sliding her hand up and cupping the side of his face. Her thumb slid along his cheekbone softly, and Kai couldn't help but lean into her touch. Letting out a heavy and content breath through his nose. Ruffling a few of her baby hairs tickling his skin. 

"I wouldn't have it any other way." She mumbled, leaning forward and pressing a tender and loving smooch to his chin.

Kai's heart swelled at the action and he planted his lips to the top of her head before pulling her even closer to him. They stayed like that for a long time, simply holding onto each other and listening to the sound of each other's breathing. 

Kai felt complete and utter bliss. Laying there with her head on his chest. Hearts beating in perfect sync. 

And he finally fell asleep, knowing Y/n was safe in his arms. 

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago masters of spinjitzu #ninjago kai #kai smith #kai smith x reader #ninjago imagine #ninjago oneshot #ninjago fanfic #ninjago fanfiction #ninjago kai x reader #lego ninjago kai #the lego ninjago movie #fluffytriceratops #ninjago reader insert #ninjago x reader #ninjago master of fire #lego ninjago x reader #lego ninjago kai x reader

[vikingstoner69]

Fandom: game of thrones

Pairing: sandor/reader

Summary: you have known sandor for years and have loved him for years now you finally give in.

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You looked out the window of your chambers and saw the water on fire and your heart dropped. You knew sandor was out there somewhere. 

"It's not a good night to be alone" you jump and spin around seeing sandor in the far corner of the room. He looked shaken but unharmed. 

"Sandor! What are you doing here?" You ask in a rush and he stands up and walks closer to you and looks out the window. 

"I'm getting out of here, I could take you with me" he says looking down at you and you bite your lip. You had feelings for Sandor you always had even before he became the king's guard dog. 

"Yes i'll go with you" you say grabbing things you would need and you both snuck off into the darkness. 

-5weeks later-

You grin and look around at the small room and the large bed as Sandor undoes his armor and you see the gash on his shoulder. 

"Get cleaned up and I'll take care of that so it won't get infected" you say leaving the room and going to the bar while he washed. After some time you go back up to the door and find him shirtless and clean. 

"There is water left," he says, not looking at you. Sandor takes a seat and you grab your bag and set it down next to him and step between his legs.

"I already took my bath while you were drinking, thank you by the way for bringing me with you" you smile looking at his brown eyes as you clean and stitch his wound. Sandors hand rubs lightly on your hip and you look down at his lips.

"I told ya I'd keep ya safe" he grunts and you have the urge to kiss him. you push that thought away and wipe the blood off his shoulder. 

"That you did, I know we used to fight back when we were kids but can you teach me? I don't want to be totally useless" you grin and he grunts looking up at you. 

"Fine we'll find you a blade" he says standing up and putting his shirt on and then his armor back and you watch his every move. 

"Alright well I'm off to bed" you tell him as you crawl in the big bed and close your eyes. 

-Later that night-

"SANDOR!" You scream sitting up straight in bed and coming face to face with sandor. 

"Your fine little tiger, just a bad dream" he says somewhat softly and you look in his brown eyes and you feel the tears run down your face. You bite your lip and hold back a sob and he sighs. Sandor moved you over and you clung to him your nightmare playing over and over again in your head. Sandor laid back on the bed and you curled into him. 

"They killed you" you say softly into the darkness. You feel his fingers lightly stroke your arm. You sniffle and wipe your eyes and cuddle closer to him. 

"It was just a dream, no one has killed me yet" he chuckles in the darkness, the full moon shining in through the window. 

"I don't think you understand sandor! I literally just watched you die! I literally just felt my heart rip open when I realized I couldn't save the man I love!" You snap in a rant not realizing what you said till it was too late the words were out now and there was no going back. 

"You don't love me girl you just think you do" he growls standing up and leaving you alone in the bed that now felt too big.

"Why is that so hard to believe! An don't you dare say anything about how you look?" You yell sitting up on your knees in the bed. Sandor looks back at you and before you blink he is back In front of you. 

"You're playing a dangerous game girl" he growls and you feel your body heat up, your heart sped up. 

"I don't care sandor! I don't care if you have killed and done awful shit! Guess what? So have I! I've loved you since we were teenagers!" You snap, losing your balance on your knees you start to fall forward into his chest but he catches you and you look up at him. Sandor looked tore, getting back your balance you bring yourself closer to him and he sighs. 

"What do you want? Huh? Want me to fuck you is that it? Make you mine? Trust me girl you don't want that" he growls his eyes have darkened and his body is tense and you bite your lip. 

"That's exactly what I want sandor clegane! I want you to fuck me! I want you to make me yours" you tell him honestly you feel his body vibrate as he growls and one hand goes into your hair brining your face closer to his. 

"Best be sure little tiger once I fuck you then your mine" he says gruffly. You bite your lip and try to calm your heart rate. 

"I want this sandor, please" you beg softly, he growls and crashes your mouth to his in a rough hard kiss making you moan. You take the time to run your hands on his chest and up his arms you could feel his body tense under your touch till finally your hands were in his hair. Sandor pulls back long enough to rip your top off exposing bare breasts. 

"I thought about doing this a thousand times" he growls, taking each breast in each hand and then rolling the nipple making you moan and your back to arch. Sometime after you went to sleep he had taken his armor back off leaving him in his shirt and pants. You tugged on his shirt and gave a growl when you couldn't get his shirt off making him chuckle. 

"You're not the only one who has thought of doing things" you smirk when he pulls his hands away from your breasts to take his shirt off and you lick your lips. You push him back a bit and stand up taking off your pants leaving you naked before him. 

"Minx" he growls, reaching out to touch you but you step back. You place a hand on his strong hard chest and you turn him to the bed. Sandor sits down on the bed and you straddle him. His hands go to your ass and hips and you grind down on the bulge and you moan. 

"I have thought about how good fucking you would feel so meny times" you moan before kissing him deeply. Your hands roam his body making him groan. Finally you pull back from the kiss as you undo his pants and you slowly pull his hard cock out. You slide down his hard body to the floor in front of him on your knees and you look up at him before sucking the head of his cock. 

"Seven hells!" He groans, his hand going into your hair and the other holding himself up as you suck him. You moan around his cock and take him as deep as you can, making yourself gag a bit before coming up for air. 

"I want you to cum down my throat" you tell him, sucking the tip and moaning at the taste of him. Your clit throbs so you use your hand and slowly rub your clit and grind down on your hand. Sandor grabs your hair and fucks your throat and mouth. 

"Fuck that mouth of yours, want me to fill it full? You gonna swallow what I give you?" He growls feeling so close to cumming in your hot wet mouth. You moan and suck hard you feel his body tense and then his cum is squirting down your throat. You moan and suck taking everything he had to to give you till he pulls you off your knees and back to straddling him. You show him your tongue and then swallow and then show him again. 

"Fuck me sandor, fuck me hard" you tell him grinding down on his hard cock. Sandor grabs your hip and flips you on your back. Sandor hovers over you and grinds up into you making you cry out. 

"Don't hold back any of those pretty sounds, I wanna hear what I do to you" he growls rubbing your clit making you moan and your hip thrusts up. 

"Don't tease me, fuck please don't tease" you beg at his light touch. Your body felt like it was on fire. You were so hot and wet for him. Sandor slowly pushes his thick finger deep inside you, making you moan.

"So tight an warm" he groans, you cling to his arm as he fucks you with his finger adding another finger making you feel so full. Sandor fucks you on his fingers as he rubs your clit making you moan and cry out as you cum hard on his fingers, his eyes never leaving your face. Slowly pulls his fingers out of you and you watch as he sucks them clean making your cunt clench. 

"Fuck me sandor please" you beg. Sandor spreads your legs wider so he could fit and you look up at him your hands running up his arms to his shoulders and down his back, making him growl and thrust frowned hard. His cock going deep inside you making you both moan at the feeling. 

"Fuck your so tight!" He groans feeling how tightly you felt around him, your nails digging into his back and shoulders.  

"You feel so good sandor more please!" You moan thrusting your hips up and his hips snaps into you hard and you cry out as he fucks you hard and deep. 

"You're mine" he growls sucking and biting your neck as he fucks you into the bed. You moan leaning up you kiss him deeply biting his lip and flipping him over so you are on top taking him even deeper than before.

"Oh fuck! You're so deep" you moan your head falling back as you slam down on his cock riding him roughly. Sandors hands touch every inch of you. 

"That it ride my cock" he groans as he watches you. You moan your nails leaving marks on his chest. You felt so close to cumming.  Sandor grunts and you're on your back once again with him taking you deeply. 

"I'm so close" you moan, clinging to him your nails leaving marks down his back making him groan and you tighten around him from the sounds he was making. 

"Come on then" he grunts pounding into you he leans down and kisses you sloply biting your lip. 

"Sandor!" You cry out as you cum hard around him. He grunts and his body tenses and he cums hard. 

"Seven hells" he pants resting his head on yours, you both trying to catch your breaths. Once sandor gets his breath he rolls off you laying on his back and you look over at him. 

"Did you mean it? You pant and he grunts and looks at you. 

"The hell you on about?" He asks, looking at you. You get on your knees so your looking down at him. 

"You said I'm yours, did you mean it?" You ask looking at his brown eyes and he leans up on his elbow and grabs the back of your head and crashes his mouth to yours kissing you deeply making you moan kissing him back just as deeply. 

"Aye your mine" he growls against your lips and you nip his. You push sandor down on his back and you straddle him. His hands going to your waist and ass. 

"An your mine" you grin and he runs his rough hands up your back making you shiver and your hips rock. You knew it would be a very long night. 

#smut #requests are still open btw #reader #please request #reader smut #request #requests #sandor smut #sandor clegane fanfiction #sandor clegane x reader #sandor clegane fanfic #sandor clegane smut #sandor clegane/reader

[linorachas]

#2 | bang chan & kim seungmin

tags: dirty talk, slight pet play, dom chan, service top seungmin, bottom reader, chan is MEAN, you and seungmin both like it, i like it

requested by @krishastumblernow :3

“Keep your eyes open. Look at me, sweet thing.”

With great effort, you open your eyes.

The sight that greets you sends a zap of arousal up your spine. Chan is kneeling on the bed, shirtless and sweaty. His pants are unbuttoned and hang low on his hips, hard on straining against the zipper.

His gaze, dark and hot, feels like liquid fire when it trails along your arched back.

Inside you, Seungmin's cock pulses.

You gasp, hand coming up to grip the back of Seungmin's head, which was buried in your neck. Seungmin's labored breathing rivals your own.

"You too, Seungminnie." Chan coos, looking a little evil when he adds, "Look at me too."

Seungmin jerks at Chan directly addressing him, and the action makes his cock drive deeper into you. You keen, legs tightening around Seungmin's waist.

Seungmin looks up with lidded eyes, breathless when he says, "Please."

Chan tilts his head, eyes glinting. "Please what? Use your words, puppy. Or do you only know how to whine like a dog?"

Seungmin gasps, hips stuttering against yours. He's barely holding himself back, only managing because of Chan's sharp eyes on him and the need to please him.

"Please, hyung. Let me... let me fuck Y/N."

You clench erratically around Seungmin's cock, nails now digging into his broad shoulders. Heat pools in your belly. They were talking to each other like you weren't even there, like you were just a hole for Seungmin to rut into like a dog in heat.

Like you were just a toy for the both of them to play with.

"You want to fuck my baby, Seungmin?"

Chan sits back on his knees and leisurely takes his cock out of his pants, but he never undresses. With his eyes lidded, he nods, and yours and Seungmin's breath hitch.

"If you wanna fuck Y/N so bad, you better do it good. Give me a show."

#bang chan x reader #bang chan smut #kim seungmin x reader #kim seungmin smut #stray kids smut #stray kids x reader #seablurbs #requested

[coleskingdom]

It’s Done

Adam Page x reader

Warnings Language implied smut

A Saturday night after SurvivorSeries at home got a lot more interesting.

I was laying on the couch with my head in Adam’s lap, there was a fire going, and a vinyl record playing softly. It was nice Adam’s playing with my hair stroking my forehead and I’m nearly asleep. It was nice just to have this time with him the comfortable quiet. He seemed peaceful and content, and to me he felt safe and like home.

Adam’s phone rang he looked to see who it would be that late. It was Matt, “Darlin I’ve got to take this, it might be important “ he said. He sat me up on the couch as he stands beginning to pace the living room. He's shirtless with his pajama pants sitting low on his hips as he runs his fingers through his dark blonde curls. I only hear Adam’s side of the conversation “Holy shit”, “Seriously”, I stand up beside him desperately wanting to know what’s going on. “Fuck it’s finally over, like for good over.” “ Yeah man, no it’s no problem, I’ll tell them .” I’m looking at him impatiently dying to know what’s going on. “Alright man I’ll talk to you tomorrow “

Adam hangs up the phone a new light in his eyes. “What’s going on?” I ask “He signed with WWE” he said. “ it’s over for good this time”. The only he that had loomed over him for the past two years had been Phil. “Seriously” I said so much emotion in that one word. Adam had bared so much of the brunt of the fall out, he chose to be silent to put his head down and go to work. We knew he had been fired, and had been assured that he wasn’t coming back but it still loomed that it could be a red button Tony hit. I didn’t know how he would’ve survived if Phil came bac

“Adam, I’m so happy …” he cut my words off with a kiss. A kiss that was deep, with all of the emotions that had been pent up. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck he stalked towards our bedroom.

#hangman adam page #adam page x reader #adam page #aew #its over

[martyrbat]

red hood: the lost days

(id's and links to the individuals below)

IMAGE ONE: Jason Todd sitting on a motorcycle that has its headlights on as he's in the rain. Jason is wearing a leather jacket and is holding the Red Hood helmet in front of his chest with two gloved hands on either side of it. His chin is dipped down slightly as he glares straight ahead with a dour expression, red eyeshadow smudged around his eyes in the shape of his Robin mask. The background is blood red with the Bat-Signal shining on it. Jason is in front of the Batman symbol, blocking the center of it. The wings are visible behind him as they flare out on the sides of his head and the ears are poking out slightly above him.

IMAGE TWO: Jason Todd with his Red Hood pill helmet on. He's holding a handgun with his finger on the trigger and has it pointed up while smoke wisps come from the barrel of it. He's holding a giant playing card in his other gloved hand and presents it to the viewer, blocking most of his helmet in doing so. Batman is on the top of it, angrily snarling his teeth as the Joker is mirrored underneath him and is smiling with all his teeth showing. On the top, there's a red letter J in the corner and on the bottom there's the black bat symbol. There's six scattered bullet holes in the card.

IMAGE THREE: Talia Al Ghul holding Jason Todd as she submerges him in the Lazarus Pit. Her hand is cradling the back of his head as her other hand gently holds his bandaged side. Her long hair is down and flowing slightly as she's in a pink robe, the excess sleeve fabric floating. She looks down at Jason with a somber, caring expression. Jason is shirtless and has scars littering his chest and biceps. There's red around his closed eyes in the shape of his Robin mask and he has dried blood coming from his open mouth. In front of them is the red pill helmet that Jason will later wear. The chemical liquid is a blend of green and yellow as there's soft orange flames that rises from around Jason and behind Talia. The background is soft pink and white with dark pink, halfwilted trumpet shaped flowers curling behind them.

IMAGE FOUR: Jason Todd with his Red Hood pill helmet on and duel wielding two handguns. He has a fitted high necked, black tanktop on that exposes his muscular arms. He also has red gloves, green cargo pants and brown military boots on. He has an open chest rig for the gun magazines and gun holsters strapped to his thighs. They're connecting to an utility belt that attaches him to a cable line that's wrapped around his ankles. He hangs upside down in front of a giant explosion, behind it is the Union Jack cross.

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Ice & Fire - Chapter 4

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Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Yuuta Okkotsu

Genre: Fantasy AU, romance, smut, angst, fluff, a crossover between Attack On Titan and Jujutsu Kaisen, loosely based on Game of Thrones and Eragon

Series Summary: Yuuta Okkotsu, the kind-hearted firstborn prince of the kingdom of Nymeria, finds himself stranded on an island that had been thought to only exist in legend. It is there he meets the last of the Valyrians, a dragon-blood named Eren Jaeger. While their days on the island are happy, they can’t last forever. Yuuta has a duty as prince to his kingdom that he must fulfill, and it is this duty that ultimately tears them apart.

Content Warnings: BL/Yaoi, hybrids/monsters, magic/fantasy, infidelity, power imbalances, graphic depictions of violence and death, explicit sexual content (blow job, anal sex, rimming, cunnilingus, exhibitionism, monsterfucking, 69, cum-eating, spit play, deep-throating, double penetration, sadism, masochism, blood play/consumption, choking/asphyxiation kink, handjob, drunk sex, orgy), dub-con, non-con, virginity loss, drugs (alcohol), traumatic backstories, unrequited love, drowning, murder, suicide, yandere tropes, corruption arc, major character death

Written by Aleks from @erenergic / @princess-jaeger and Kana from @ficsforeren / @sundaysundaes

Poster art by @/kisstilludrop on Twitter, commissioned by Aleks ❤️

THE BLACK DREAD

“Don’t you remember anything about Valyrian magic?” 

Yuuta stares at the marking on his palm, brows furrowed in annoyance. It’s been carved into his hand for the better part of four years and still he is nowhere near closer to understanding its purpose. Eren had told him that it glowed the day they met, but it’s never glowed since. 

“I told you I was a hunter. I barely ever used magic,” Eren shrugs.

Yuuta sits against the cave wall, taller and sharper than his younger days, a linen shirt loosely clinging to his chest and his dark raven hair pulled back to his nape with ribbon. Eren sits beside him, shirtless as always, confused as to why Yuuta suddenly cares so much about dragon magic.

“But you can breathe fire and make it come out of your hands, so you must know something.”

“It just comes naturally to me, Yuu. Like breathing. I don’t think about it. I just do it.”

Yuuta sighs impatiently. He desperately wants to understand the magic that connects their minds–if only because he wishes to stop it. Sure, it is nice to be able to communicate across the island or to coordinate chores and hunting maneuvers without needing to speak. It helps when they need to understand each other.

But Yuuta has plenty of reasons why he wants it to stop, all of them being the brunette beside him. As the years have gone by, his feelings for Eren have become… well… confusing, to say the least. He desperately wants to sever their mind connection before Eren finds out the depth of his feelings for him.

“I just want to understand it,” Yuuta says. “Ever since I got on this island, I’ve been healing faster. I can hear your thoughts. I feel so–so different.”

“Maybe it’s just the dragon magic on the island,” Eren replies.

Yuuta looks at him with eyes wide. “What do you mean dragon magic?”

“Well, it’s always been said among the Valyrians that there’s dragon magic on the island. That’s why it never gets cold–we only get rainy and dry seasons. And probably why outsiders left us alone for so many centuries. The magic protects the island from the outside. Maybe that’s what’s given you those powers.”

“Well, there must be a way to stop it. I want to stop the connection.” Yuuta clenches his hands into fists. Eren doesn’t understand Yuuta’s desperation, confusion painting his features.

“Why do you want to hide your thoughts from me?” Eren’s voice sounds hurt, and the tone stings and pulls Yuuta’s lips into a frown. He doesn’t want to tell Eren the truth, too embarrassed to admit the feelings that nag in his heart. Quickly, before Eren can sense his feelings, Yuuta dons his mask.

“I just do!” Yuuta says in frustration. Eren is taken aback and looks at Yuuta in surprise. Yuuta continues, “Maybe if you try really hard–you’re the dragon here, maybe you can control this?”

“I–I don’t know how.”

“Try something. Anything.”

Eren crosses his legs on the ground and places his palms on his knees. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, clearing his mind. End the connection, he repeats in his mind. But it does nothing, Yuuta can still hear his thoughts loud and clear. Yuuta sighs in frustration.

Eren looks at him with a pout on his lips. “Okay, so why don’t you try if you think it’s so easy.”

“Maybe you’re doing it wrong,” Yuuta says, getting up from the ground to stand tall. “Maybe there’s a certain magic pose or something, like how mages do when they cast spells with their wands.”

“We aren’t mages, don’t be an idiot,” Eren says, rolling his eyes.

“Shut up, it’s worth a try.”

Eren chuckles as Yuuta stands straight, shrugging his shoulders. He extends an arm out in Eren’s direction and closes his eyes, concentrating on the task he wants to do: severing the connection between his and Eren’s minds. For a minute, nothing happens. But he keeps his focus clear and tries his hardest to envision what it is that he wants.

“Yuu…”

“Shhh, I’m trying to focus here,” Yuuta says, his arm still outstretched and his hand still pointed out towards Eren.

“Yuuta.”

“Eren, I said I’m–”

“Yuu, look at your hand. It’s–”

Yuuta opens his eyes and just as he’s about to say something else, his mouth hangs agape. His palm is glowing, casting a bright white light throughout the cave. And then he realizes that, in fact, he can’t hear a single one of Eren’s thoughts.

“Yuuta, I feel weird.”

“I know. I can’t hear you either, Ren. It’s–It’s–”

Yuuta brings his glowing palm back to his face, staring at it in wonder. Neither he nor Eren understands the source of Yuuta’s power nor do they understand why Yuuta has such power. But Yuuta, so stuck in his disbelief, starts to babble. “I did it, Ren! I severed the connection! Maybe I can control the magic somehow. Maybe–” he turns towards Eren, hoping to share his excitement, and is instead silenced immediately. All of his excited thoughts instantly turn to panicked ones.

“Eren?!” Yuuta gets down to his knees in front of the dragon. Eren, who was just a moment ago quite lively and well, lies on the ground on his side, blood dripping from his nose, breathing and limp but otherwise alive. 

Eren fainted, Yuuta realizes with horror. Was this because of me?!

Yuuta gently taps at his companion’s face. He shakes his shoulders, muttering, “Get up, Ren. I’m sorry–just–just wake up. Please.”

It takes a few minutes of Yuuta’s panicked shaking and slapping at the dragon before Eren begins to open his eyes, his pupils unfocused as he rises. He looks around the cave for a moment before his eyes quickly shutter open in surprise.

“What just happened, Yuu?” Eren asks, sitting up and rubbing his head with his hand. He had fallen on his side and admittedly, it felt a little sore.

Yuuta takes one of his linen sleeves and wipes at the blood on Eren’s face, murmuring, “I think using the magic made you faint.”

“But it worked, Yuu!” Eren says suddenly, his voice becoming animated at the thought. “You used magic! That was–that was amazing.”

“I’m not sure why, but… It hurt you, didn’t it? Maybe I shouldn’t do that again,” Yuuta replies solemnly, looking dejected as he looks down at the carving in his palm once more.

“Maybe you just have to practice.” Eren takes Yuuta’s palms into his own hands, and Yuuta tries his best not to jolt in response. “Maybe it’s like hunting. You just have to get better at it, Yuu.”

Yuuta notices that Eren’s nose still trickles blood as he speaks. Perhaps the magic had taken a bigger toll on Eren than he lets it seem.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Don’t worry about me,” Eren replies. “I’ll be fine, Yuu. I’m a dragonblood. We’re strong.”

“I don’t know, Eren…”

Eren squeezes Yuuta’s hands, peering at him with those big green eyes of his. They are earnest and plead for Yuuta to try, just as his thoughts do.

“Promise me you’ll try. I don’t care what it does to me. I want to understand this as much as you do.“ He holds the back of Yuuta’s palm, the mark upturned and facing them both. “If you can use this power… We can get closer to understanding it.”

“You might not care, but I care, Ren. I don’t want to hurt you. I can’t do this–not if it causes you to get hurt.” 

“I want you to use my magic,” Eren says. “If there’s anything we can do to better survive on this island we should. I’ll try too, right alongside you. We’ll both try to use our magic, okay?”

Hesitantly, Yuuta nods. He tries to think of an explanation for his question: Why would I using magic hurt Eren? He uses magic all the time and it never hurts me.

But it would be some time before Yuuta finds his answer.

***

For the next few months, Yuuta and Eren practice controlling their magic. They find that Yuuta somehow is better at it. Yuuta can break their connection for what was several minutes at first, and now months later, it is several hours. He’s learned how to heal, albeit just enough to heal cuts and scratches. Yuuta even, on a few occasions, managed to get a burst of flames from his palms but was met with Eren’s fainting spells if he pushed it too far. Meanwhile, Eren can barely do anything besides controlling fire for a few minutes at a time. They have no explanation for it, but Yuuta seems to get better at dragon magic with each coming day. 

Yuuta finds that the few hours where he can sever their mind connection are a relief to him. For one, now that they are quickly reaching the age of adulthood… Well, boys are boys, and sometimes boys need their privacy. But this applies mainly to Eren, who, reaching this age has learned that the heat cycles his mother told him about are very real. It started one night where he, as he had become accustomed to, held Yuuta in his arms for warmth. Himself being pressed close against the prince’s backside like that… It had never garnered that reaction before, but Eren’s practically a man now–it couldn’t be helped.

After an awkward conversation with Yuuta about it, filled with bright red faces and stammering voices, Yuuta simply nodded and told Eren he’d give him his privacy. Eren left for a moment, and as both boys harbored thoughts about one another (because, well, Yuuta wasn’t immune to such feelings either), Yuuta severed their mind connection. For once Eren was grateful for such an ability because what he proceeded to do during his alone time would have made their friendship quite painful, frankly. Not that it doesn’t stop Yuuta from teasing him about it–but that part can’t be helped, mind connection or not.

Despite the embarrassing twinge of scarlet that paints their faces each time Eren asks for privacy, Yuuta doesn’t mind giving it. Yuuta’s thankful for it, even, because those breaks from each other give Yuuta the chance to stop guarding his thoughts. Eren only grew taller, more built and strong, more handsome and much more attractive with age and Yuuta hated that he noticed such things. Seeing Eren shirtless all the time became less something that he could ignore and more something that he had to purposefully block out–and he couldn’t understand why he felt that way but he felt embarrassed nonetheless. Those hours that they spent apart with their connection severed felt like a relief because he no longer had to pretend that those thoughts weren’t on his mind.

Those thoughts still threaten to plague him though, especially on an abysmally hot day such as today. He follows Eren along on a hunt, trying his absolute best not to let his thoughts wander. Though it proves difficult with his sweaty, shirtless companion in tow.

“Eren, look.” Yuuta steps ahead of the pair, pointing towards the shoreline. Sweat beads down his face, his skin flushed pink with the blistering heat. The boys return from a successful hunt, this time Eren carrying two rabbits–each of the boys having killed one–and Yuuta returning with his favorite berries in his cloth sack. It’s their fourth summer together, yet Yuuta still can’t believe how hot it gets on the island during the dry season. It’s a miracle the lakes and rivers still have water to quench their thirst, because with this sweltering heat, Yuuta swears the ocean should be bone dry.

Eren lifts his tanned hand to his brow, casting a shadow over his eyes to look out into the horizon without the sun blaring into his pupils. He squints his eyes in an effort to try and see what Yuuta sees. 

“It’s another chest. Can you see it?” Yuuta asks.

Eren smiles as soon as his eyes land on it: a dark wooden chest cast along their sandy shore. Eren loves finding chests, always without fail taken by the gifts held within them. Yuuta is indifferent to the gifts from the six kingdoms. They remind him that there is still a world out there, moving on without him.

“I’m gonna go check it out,” Eren tells him, making a sprint for the chest. Yuuta follows closely behind, though he’s forced again into the thoughts that he hates thinking: If we are close enough for chests to drift ashore, why haven’t we seen any ships? Will no one ever come for us?

Eren either ignores his thoughts or hears them but is too excited to respond. It isn’t until he bends towards the chest and pulls it up onto the beach that he remembers his companion’s presence.

“What do you think is inside, Yuu?” Eren wonders, his fingers slowly tracing the lip of the chest before settling over the lock. He quickly pulls out his knife and makes work of the clasps.

“Probably clothes. It’s always clothes.” Yuuta shrugs. Even if the contents of the chests are usually clothes, he can’t complain. He and Eren have grown much taller and stronger than the days when they were twelve years old, and without these chests, Yuuta is sure they would still be wearing the same linens they wore four years ago. 

“I hope it’s something shiny,” Eren grins, the excitement palpable just from his tone of voice.

But when they open the chest, it’s just as Yuuta expected–clothes. Eren groans, already deciding that this chest is boring, and stands up to abandon it. Yuuta gets down on his knees as Eren walks away and rummages through the contents of the box. There are several sets of clothes inside, but what surprises him is the quality of the clothes. Usually the chests that wash ashore seem to belong to sailors–clothing of poor quality filling the chests barely halfway, the markings of a man living with just a couple of sets of tattered clothing. But this chest has expensive linens and silken pants, and even some clothing for women–a soft cotton dress in the royal color purple. 

This must belong to nobility, Yuuta thinks. This perks up Eren’s interest again.

“What makes you say that?” Eren asks, turning back around to crouch down next to Yuuta. 

“These clothes are better than the clothes that we usually get.” He pulls out one shirt, a pale colored one with a v-neck and tassels, its sleeves most likely long enough to brush over a man’s elbows. “The quality is quite good.”

“Alright, we can bring it back with us,” Eren says, pushing up on his knees until he stands tall above Yuuta. “Maybe we can replace our torn clothes with these nice ones.”

Yuuta rummages a little more in the chest, until his fingers brush over something that doesn’t feel like clothes. His brows furrow as his fingers drag down a flat surface, until they curl around the edge. He feels sheets of paper, and a hard cover surface.

A book?

Yuuta has never come across a book in any of the chests he and Eren have recovered. He’s not sure what kind of book to expect, but still he is surprised when he pulls it out and looks at the cover. Judging by the colorful pictures, it’s a prayer book for children, complete with different drawings on the cover to represent different gods–the sun, the moon, the harvest, the ocean, and others, all displayed for children to visualize. Eren’s eyes widen in surprise: he’s never seen a book before, and he looks over Yuuta’s shoulder in wonder.

What is that?

“Did your family not have books?” Yuuta wonders aloud. He thinks that perhaps being a hunter, the Jaeger clan had no use for such things. Perhaps it is endemic to the hunters.

“Books?” Eren blinks down at Yuuta as Yuuta turns back to stare up at him.

“You know,” Yuuta opens the book to a page in the middle, where an illustration of the rain is on the left, and some writing about the rain god is featured on the right. “It’s like speaking, but markings on paper for other people to understand.”

“Valyria had no use for such things,” Eren says, not understanding the purpose. “We simply speak to each other.”

“Well, sometimes you need to speak to someone who can’t hear you,” Yuuta says, his eyes turning back down to the book. “Like this book, it’s telling us something from somewhere far away.”

Eren sits down in front of Yuuta, and despite the blistering sun, the nearby ocean waves cool them down. The push and pull of the waves in the nearby sand send water spraying in their direction, misting their skin enough to allow them to sit in the hot sun. The boys sit in nothing but their cut-off trousers, the book settled between them. Yuuta finally allows himself to look at the words on the page.

Yuuta begins to read the words and Eren looks at him in shock. “You can understand the markings?”

“It is the common language of the six kingdoms,” Yuuta says. Even after many years, he hasn’t forgotten how to read and write–he’s a prince. It was taught to him as a child, one of the many requirements of diplomacy.

“You have to teach me,” Eren says, placing his larger hands above Yuuta’s. Yuuta’s face flushes pink but perhaps it is just an effect of the heat, at least that is what he hopes.

“Yeah, I’ll teach you one day, Ren.” Yuuta nods with a grin, and Eren returns it with a satisfied smile as he pulls his hands away, placing them on his own lap.

“Tell me, what does this book say?” Eren asks, pointing to the page. “It must be talking about the rain.”

“Yes, it speaks of the rain god,” Yuuta tells him. “It just tells children how to pray if they wish to see rain.”

Eren nods, his eyes scanning the page. After a short silence, he says, “We never really used to pray to gods like that in Valyria, at least not that often. We just had the legend of our origin.”

“Really? You’ve never told me.” Yuuta sits up straight, curious about this origin story. “Valyria has an origin story?”

“Well, it’s just a myth. A legend about the Ancient Dragon. His name was Balerion. My mother told it to me and my brother.” Eren has a faraway look as he looks out into the ocean, his face unreadable. His thoughts turn to his mother, whom Yuuta knows he misses deeply.

Yuuta distracts him with a question. “Can you tell me about Balerion? Who is he?”

Eren perks up a bit, the corner of his lips turning up at the memory of how dramatically his mother had told the story, arms flailing and eyes as wide as saucers. “Balerion is the first of the dragons. He was so large that it was said his shadow could swallow an entire town when he took flight. His jaws were large enough to eat a mammoth in one bite like it was a kasta berry. They called him The Black Dread, as frightening as the storm, and his fire breath was said to be pitch black just like his scales. His flames could melt steel and stone, and fuse sand into glass.”

Eren picked up a handful of sand, letting it filter through the cracks between his fingers to pool onto the beach once more. 

Yuuta, distracted by the way the sun bounces off of Eren’s glistening skin, opts for a short response. “Was he a full dragon, or partly human as you are?”

“The legend says that Balerion was the founder of Valyria, but back then he wasn’t a dragon. Balerion was simply his dragon name. At the start, he was human. A king, with Valyria as his kingdom. His name was Aegon. He had silver-golden hair and bright purple eyes. Valyria was a powerful kingdom back then, one that the other kingdoms were scared of. One of the stronger kingdoms waged war against Valyria. Aegon was favored by the Gods and easily won all of his battles. But at the very last one, his wife Queen Rhaenys was captured.”

Yuuta nods along to every word with keen interest. Something about the story sounds familiar to him, but he can’t put his finger on what it is.

Eren continues, “Aegon’s enemies held the queen hostage, and would only release her if he surrendered and gave up his lands and armies. Aegon told his armies to stand down, but as soon as they dropped their weapons the enemy kingdom murdered them all. Aegon was left alone and told to slit his throat, and only then his enemies would release his queen. Aegon couldn’t trust their words, so he turned to the Gods and prayed for the power to save Rhaenys. He prayed, ‘Let my kingdom be destroyed, I don’t care. Just return my wife safely to me.’”

Yuuta looks at Eren perplexed, how brows furrowed in confusion. “‘Let my kingdom be destroyed?’ A king would never say that.”

Eren idly plays with the hem of his shorts at his thighs, shrugging. “Well, maybe when he made that prayer he wasn’t being a king. Maybe he was a husband, desperate to save his wife. The legends say that she was with child, too.”

“But to put one woman over the whole kingdom…”

Eren looks up at Yuuta then, meeting Yuuta’s questioning gaze with an accusatory one of his own. “You’re telling me you wouldn’t have done the same? Would you save your lover and watch the kingdom burn, or would you rather save the kingdom but live in regret over your lost love?”

Yuuta takes a moment to ponder the dilemma. He knows what a king should do–to put his people above all else. But he knows his heart, he knows what choice he would have made.

“I would have done what Aegon did.”

Eren smiles then, a full smile that reveals a dimple in his cheek and a glimmer in his soft green eyes. “Me too, Yuu.”

Yuuta clears his throat and looks towards the sand, hoping the heat that he feels on his face is no match for the heat of the summer sun. He stutters out his question, “S-So, what happened after Aegon’s prayer?”

“The Gods granted his wish. He was given the power to turn into a dragon. Balerion was its name, meaning ‘hope behind the flames.’ He was as tall as a mountain with teeth as long and sharp as swords. But there was a catch–the Gods didn’t give him this power for free.”

“What do you mean, Ren?”

“Aegon asked for the power to save his wife, not the kingdom. So the Gods bound them together with a bond. His wife was marked with a dragon marking–the zaldrīzes–right over her heart.”

Yuuta looks down at his palms and sees the dragon marking on his own hand. He shows it to Eren, asking, “You mean like this?”

Eren nods, “Probably.”

Yuuta brushes his thumb over the marking, curious now more than ever about its origins. “Well, why didn’t it appear on my chest?”

Eren shrugs. “I’m not sure. I know it appeared from the moment I touched your hand that day that you came to the island. When it happened, it felt like I was struck by lightning. I didn’t understand it.”

“Maybe it means that we have the same bond as Aegon and Rhaenys?”

Eren chokes, eyes going wide as he stares at Yuuta. Yuuta swears the tips of Eren’s ears are red, but perhaps it’s the heat making them both so warm. Eren realizes that he misunderstood and stammers out, “Y-Yeah, probably. Not–Not romantically. Like the rider and dragon bond. Not, uh… Not the bond between husband and wife.”

Eren’s words paint Yuuta’s face scarlet, and for sure he knows it’s not the summer heat this time. “I-I knew that! That’s not what I was thinking about.” He pauses to clear his throat and trains his eyes on the book in the sand, focusing on anything but the boy in front of him. “Anyways. So, Aegon became a dragon, and Rhaenys was his rider?”

“Yes,” Eren nods. “The legend says that Rhaenys could control Aegon’s dragon better than he could, so much so he couldn’t resist her commands. When they went to war again, Rhaenys only had to say one word–dracarys–and Aegon–I mean, Balerion–would burn their enemies to ashes. If she wanted to stop him, all she had to do was whisper ziragon. Her dragon marking would glow, Balerion would return to his human form, and he would bend down to his knees before his queen, unable to control his own body.”

“That’s amazing,” Yuuta marvels.

“Yeah. Maybe the Gods trusted Rhaenys with their power more than they trusted Aegon. She was a kind queen and merciful to her people and even her enemies. But Aegon–he was a good king, but only to those who bent down to him. Those who did not bow to him were faced with his wrath. The bond between them was both a gift and a curse. Aegon’s life was tied to his queen–if she died, in the eyes of the Gods, he no longer had a reason to live. He was cursed to die by her side. The queen, though–she wasn’t tied to Aegon. Even if the dragon died, she would continue living.”

Yuuta looks down at his palm once more, eyes focused on the zaldrīzes etched into his skin. He doesn’t want to think of what this bond means for him and Eren.

Eren continues, “Aegon agreed to this cursed bond. He didn’t want to live in a world without his wife in it, but he didn’t want to drag his wife to the afterlife with him. He wanted her to live a long and happy life. With his will, the Gods made it so–the dragon’s life was bound to his rider’s.”

Yuuta, with his voice small and pensive, asks, “Did Valyria win the war after that?”

“They did, but they lost so many Valyrians in the war. To prevent the fighting from happening again, Aegon and Rhaenys united all the kingdoms under one rule. They hoped it would bring peace to the world. Aegon the Conqueror and his wife Rhaenys were unstoppable, and in the end they brought prosperity and justice to the land.”

“So, it all worked out in the end,” Yuuta says.

“Well, not exactly. Valyria only held power over the realm for a short while. During those few decades, Queen Rhaenys had three children, all three of them with dragon blood in their veins–our ancestors. They were brave like Aegon but kind and graceful like Rhaenys. Many years after Valyria took over, Aegon grew old and weak. Valyria was invaded from within by traitors trying to take the throne from him, and they gravely injured him, putting him right at death’s door. He was satisfied with his ending. At least, he protected the queen and his kingdom. 

“He returned to his human form, hoping to die in the arms of his wife. He told her, ‘I’ll see you in another life, my queen.’ But Rhaenys didn’t kiss him goodbye. She wanted him to live. Just as he did before, she prayed to the Gods to cut their bond, offering up her life in exchange. The Gods shed tears over such pure love, and with the marking on her chest glowing bright, they severed the bond. The marking faded to black, like ashes on her skin, and Aegon was instantly healed. Just as he lived, his wife drew her last breath. Aegon lived on without his queen, their bond severed with her death.”

Yuuta sits for a moment in silence, ruminating over the story. Softly he questions, “So, the queen gave up her life for the dragon to live?”

“She did. Aegon grieved her death every single day until his last. His body grew thin and frail. The enemies of Valyria rose up, afraid that he would turn into a dragon again and bring ruin to their lands. Aegon told them that he could murder them all if he wanted to, but the truth was, he could no longer turn into a dragon as he no longer had a Rider, leaving him nothing but an old man. Even if he could, he no longer wanted to fight. He no longer wanted to live, but he had to for his children. So, he chose to leave his castle instead of fighting, retreating to an island with his children. 

“He left a message before his departure, saying that The Black Dread will rise again if they lay a hand on his people. The kingdom was divided into seven, and they remained harmonious as there was a balance of power in the continent. Aegon created his own paradise on his land, and he cast his last spell, shrouding the island with his dragon magic that worked like an invisible cloak, hiding it from the eyes of the outsiders, so his people could live in peace.”

“That island he retreated to… That’s Valyria now, isn’t it?”

“Yep. The outsiders killed all of the Valyrians once they found us, even when we had left to live in peace.”

So, that must be why no one comes here, Yuuta realizes. We’re invisible.

“It’s all just a myth, Yuu,” Eren says, standing back up on his two feet and stretching his arms up towards the sky. “My mother used to tell us this story at bedtime. It’s how the story gets passed on. Each parent tells their children the legend of Valyria until the end of time. It does make for a good bedtime story, though.”

As Eren yawns and stretches, Yuuta frowns, looking at the zaldrīzes etched into his palm. “Was that story really just a myth?”

“What are you on about?” 

“It sounds familiar to me, your story,” Yuuta remarks, thinking hard about where he’d heard it before. “I think it was told to me by my grandmother, though nowhere near as detailed as yours. She told us a story about a king who could turn into a dragon. He united the seven kingdoms and then disappeared after his wife died. It sounds so similar to your story, Ren. What if it’s not a legend? What if it’s real? How would my grandmother know about this if your people really have never interacted with the outsiders?”

Eren snorts, pointing to the hide sack at Yuuta’s side. “You’ve had too many berries again, Yuu. Don’t tell me you believe in that stuff–that a man could turn into a dragon?”

Yuuta rises to his feet and gestures to Eren’s body with his hands, “But you’re proof that dragons existed. You aren’t human!”

Eren crosses his arms over his bare chest. “Yeah, I’m proof that monsters exist.”

“Don’t say that, Eren.”

The harshness with which Yuuta speaks his warning startles Eren, and he swiftly apologizes. “I’m sorry. But look, if it was real, how come none of us ever turned into dragons? Aegon was the only one who could ever turn into a dragon, and we don’t even know if he was real. We just know him by name.”

Yuuta brings his hand to his chin in thought, musing, “Maybe the dragons just hadn’t met their riders? They never left the island, did they? So, they’ve never interacted with any humans from the outside world. None of the Valyrian people had dragon marks, right?”

Eren, lost in thought, answers, “No, no one ever did… Okay, fine. Let’s pretend that the legend of Aegon and Rhaenys is real. You have the mark that she did. And you can read my mind. You can use my magic, but you can’t command me as Queen Rhaenys did to Aegon–”

“Well, I’ve never tried.”

Eren uncrosses his arms and stands before Yuuta, saying, “Okay, then try it now. Command me.”

“C-Command you to do what?” Yuuta’s voice takes a higher pitch, though Eren doesn’t notice.

Instead, Eren’s eyes drift down to Yuuta’s body shining in the sweltering sun with sweat. Before he can even let himself think such thoughts he casts his eyes down to the sand. “I-I don’t know… M-Make me eat sand, or drink seawater, or something!”

Yuuta frowns. “Why would I want you to do such things?”

“To prove that you can force me to do things, idiot. Just do it.”

Yuuta sighs, complete with a dramatic roll of his eyes, before he extends his arm in Eren’s direction. He closes his eyes as he concentrates the magic that flows through his body into his fingertips.

Eren chortles. “You’re doing that silly pose again, Yuu.”

“S-Shut up,” Yuuta retorts, peering one eye open at Eren. His face blushes furiously the color of roses.

“You know you can perform magic without posing, right?” Eren giggles. “You don’t have to–”

Having had enough of the teasing, Yuuta interjects with his command. “Eat sand!”

Eren’s eyes widen as he stops all his movement and sinks to his knees. He grabs a handful of sand and looks up to Yuuta as he brings it to his lips. Yuuta’s own face falls into shock, lips parted and eyebrows raised, eyes the size of saucers. Eren opens his mouth as if to eat the sand when suddenly he stops, a smile painting his face.

“I’m kidding,” he laughs, allowing the grains of sand to fall to the ground.

“You were just messing with me?!”

“A little,” he continues to laugh at Yuuta’s flustered face.

“That’s–that’s not funny Eren! That’s just mean.”

“I’m mean? You didn’t even try to stop me when I was about to eat sand!”

“I didn’t know how to stop it!”

“Just command me again! I thought you were the smart one, Yuu.”

Yuuta groans in defeat. “Okay, fine. Commands don’t work. Plus, you can’t transform into a dragon like Aegon. But that doesn’t mean it’s all a myth. You said Valyria was divided into seven kingdoms–just like there are seven in the realm. Well, were. Before Drican fell.”

“That could just be a coincidence,” Eren shrugs, a yawn escaping his lips. He finally decides they have stood around talking for too long, and bends down to pick up the book they had left in the sand. He places it back in the chest and closes the lid, moving to bring the chest in land towards their cave. He picks it up and places it over his broad shoulders and begins to walk down the shore. Yuuta is still overthinking the Valyrian myth as he follows closely behind Eren.

“If it’s a coincidence, then how do you explain the scales on your body?” Yuuta asks. 

“Maybe I’m part snake,” Eren sneers playfully.

“Okay, well, the horns?”

“I could be part antelope, too.”

“Fine, then explain the fire! No animals breathe fire, Ren,” Yuuta tells him.

Eren drops the chest into the sand once more, stopping in his tracks. “You’re one stubborn prince, you know that?”

Yuuta pouts, crossing his arms over his chest. “I just want to know if the dragon-rider bond is real. If it is real then it means that your life is bound to me.”

Eren has an inkling of what it is that Yuuta fears, but he chooses to ignore it. “And?”

“And if I die… That means you’ll die with me.”

Eren sighs, sitting down on top of the wooden chest. He looks up at Yuuta with slight annoyance on his features. “Don’t be dramatic, Yuu. You’re not going to die.”

“Everyone dies eventually, Ren.”

“Yeah, everyone does. A rabbit, a bird, a human, a dragon–we all die eventually. That’s why it doesn’t matter whether or not the dragon-rider bond is true. It doesn’t change the facts.”

Yuuta’s eyes begin to swim with doubt as he looks to the sand, searching for an answer. “Ren… What if I die before you? The Valyrians, the dragonblooded–they can live for centuries. But humans can’t. What if your life gets shortened because of me? What if I die young? What if I get sick–”

Eren shrugs, “I can just heal you.”

“What if I drown at sea?”

“I’ve saved you from that before, haven’t I?” Eren asks with a cocky grin.

“Eren, you’re not listening to what I’m trying to say–”

Eren stands up once more from the crate, pinning his arms down at his sides in frustration. “No, you’re not listening to me. I don’t want to talk about you dying, okay? You’re not going to die, not on my watch.”

Yuuta ruminates in silence, unsatisfied by Eren’s words. They aren’t promises, and Yuuta needs a promise that Eren will outlive him. He refuses to be the reason for Eren’s death. Eren turns towards the ocean, unable to meet Yuuta’s frowning face because he knows the source of that frown. He doesn’t want to think of what would happen if Yuuta dies–and especially not if Yuuta dies and leaves him behind.

Yuuta tries one last time to supplicate Eren for a way out of the bond. “Eren, please teach me how to pray to your Gods. I need to know if there’s a way to sever the bond. Then maybe, when my time comes at those last moments I can–”

Eren picks up the crate again, placing it on his shoulders without even looking in Yuuta’s direction. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” Eren says. “Let’s go prepare those rabbits we caught. I’m starving.”

To Yuuta, Eren’s voice sounded garbled and strained. He watches in silence as Eren walks away, both hands holding onto the chest on his shoulder for stability. Yuuta hears nothing but complete silence and realizes with surprise that Eren had cut their mental bond as he walked away.

It is only for a moment, because Eren doesn’t have the ability to keep that veil up between them for very long, but it gives Eren the space to have his honest thoughts cloud his mind: You won’t die, Yuu. I won’t let you. You can’t leave me alone here–not again.

Yuuta doesn’t need to hear his thoughts to know that whatever he’s thinking, it’s all the more reason to cut their bond. He’ll find a way. That, he’s sure of.

***

Two years have passed since the days when Yuuta had learned of his ability to use dragon magic. In that time, Yuuta has grown stronger, pushing the limits of his dragon magic to further his ability to heal and to sever their mind connection. The ability to make fire is still difficult for him–it still knocks Eren unconscious, taking a heavy toll on the dragon’s body. Yuuta has agreed to leave such an ability for an emergency; not that it would ever be needed, because Eren can still cast fire, and when will Yuuta need to cast fire when he has his dragon by his side?

What Yuuta has gained in magical ability over the last two years, Eren has gained in physical abilities. He’s reached adulthood now, a full head taller than Yuuta, with broad shoulders and a toughened body to match. He still does the bulk of the hunting, even if Yuuta comes along, but no longer is his reasoning that Yuuta holds him back–now it is simply his protectiveness, his wish to keep Yuuta safe. 

Yet despite his smaller frame, Yuuta has become an able hunting companion. He and Eren have ventured out further into the island during their hunts, now more confident in their abilities with the help of Yuuta’s improved magic, exploring the vast forested land that makes up the inner parts of the island. Yuuta finds that the island is as strange as the magic that courses through it: while the island is hot, flora still thrives. The trees reach heights he couldn’t dream of climbing, thin vine-like trunks littering the forest floors surrounded by shorter fruit-bearing plants. In the rainy season, these trees flourish, creating canopies with their broad green leaves to shield the forest from the rain. In the dry season they shed these leaves, conserving water. Yuuta wishes it were the opposite–only because the canopy of leaves makes the earth cold during the rainy season and he feels he’s already suffered enough.

This rainy season marks their sixth one together, still surviving each day as a pair, still with no way off the island. It pours and pours over their heads as they walk through the forest, the crashing of rain droplets against the green canopy above them loud enough to stifle their footsteps. The chirping of birds and the trilling of insects play the symphony to their trek through the woods. The ground is soaked, the earth difficult to navigate as they trod through slippery grass and drag their sopping feet through caked mud trails. The trees bare markings, deep wounds cut into the bark from the times Eren and Yuuta have traveled through the forest, leaving evidence of their hunts and the trails they walked through. They follow these markings today, as they always do–it’s raining too hard to explore, Eren had said in the morning. They were journeying out now only for the hunt–maybe something large, like a boar or an elk, they hoped. That way they could conserve energy and not have to hunt for a few days at a time. Yuuta agreed to such a proposition–the rain is so cold. The less time out hunting in it, the better.

Eren and Yuuta both hold a bow over each of their chests and a spear at their sides. As they walk, Eren in the front, and Yuuta following closely at his side, Eren sees a familiar marking on a tree to his left. He recognizes where they are now–they are close to the cliff sides. It’s at one of the far sides of the island, where the forest suddenly opens up to a jagged edge that overlooks a steep drop into the ocean. The change in elevation from their sandy cove to this cliffside is gradual, so much so that you wouldn’t notice it if you weren’t careful. The first time the pair had ever come to this side of the island, Eren had almost stumbled over the edge, unaware that they had climbed to such a height. Eren shoots a look at Yuuta now, nodding.

I’m gonna go left, you go right, Yuu.

Right, okay. Good luck.

Be careful with the cliffs.

I will, Ren. Don’t worry.

With their mental connection, it doesn’t matter how far apart they walk from each other as they look for their next meal, they can hear each other’s thoughts as loud as if they were spoken right into each other’s ear. 

Eren turns to the left, towards a small clearing in the forest. His feet make plopping, sticky noises as he peels them out of the mud with each step. He curses to himself–being so noisy will scare away the animals. He tries his best to lessen the blow, slowly moving his legs with each step. He hides behind a thick bush once he sees them in the corner of his vision: a group of boars, running towards a canopy and squealing as they quake under the rain.

Found a pack of boars, he silently announces to Yuuta, knowing he can hear him.

Yuuta decides he’ll wait to hear of Eren’s success. He walks a bit through the forest, so distracted by the cold rain that chills his bones, that he forgets to check the markings on the trees. Instead, his eyes scan the forest floor and land upon his favorites–kasta berries.

I’ll pick some berries while I wait, Ren. Yuuta says as he crouches down towards the bushes.

Eren, as he lays his spear on the ground and readies his bow and arrow, focuses on the boars. He draws his bow, squinting an eye as he sets his sights on a straggling boar, and fires, knocking the boar back with an arrow straight between the eyes. Eren grins. His aim gets better with each passing day. 

Got him!

As Eren retrieves the body, Yuuta spends his time humming his tune and picking his lovely blue-green berries. Over the years he’s become almost addicted to them even, their taste sweet and refreshing. He places two fistfuls in his hide pack before rising to his feet. He can hear from Eren’s thoughts that Eren is returning with their spoils, and agrees to meet Eren back at the spot where they had split up.

As Yuuta ventures back he realizes that, indeed, he has lost sight of the tree markings. He walks in the direction he thinks he came in, his eyes searching through the dense trees for any signs of familiarity. Yet, all he hears is the sounds of water, growing louder, louder, almost like a distant roaring sound. It’s much louder than the steady patter of rain.

I must be close to the cliffs.

At this, Eren drops the boar by a tree with a marking, not far from the clearing, and decides to go find Yuuta.

Why are you by the cliffs, Yuu?

Eren can practically hear Yuuta’s chuckle in his voice when he replies, I guess I got a little lost.

Yuuta turns left and right but still doesn’t see any hint of a trail or marking. He turns to his right, and just at the edge of the trees in his vision seems to be the cliffs. He knows he and Eren have been there before, so if he goes to the cliffs and follows the edge, he figures may be able to find a marking to follow–so he turns to walk towards the boundary that separates land from the sea.

Just at the edge of the forest, Yuuta hears what sounds like a bird, but it isn’t a calm chirp. It’s frantic, screeching even. When he looks up, it’s a nest, seemingly close to falling off the tree. There’s one bird inside, a baby, and Yuuta fears that the drop will kill it. He thinks a baby bird can’t fly.

Reason tells him not to but he can’t fight instinct. He climbs the trunk of the tree, his strong arms pulling him up a couple of layers of branches, his feet following him. He manages to catch the nest before it falls and heaves a sigh of relief, smiling down at the chick that chirps happily in his hands.

And then the next thing he knows, he’s falling. It happens so fast that it takes him a moment to even register what had happened. 

The rainy season makes everything in the forest wet and fragile–from the soggy and muddy earth to the weak and thin tree limbs that snap with the lightest of weight. Yuuta hadn’t planned for such a scenario, thinking solely of saving the crying animal. His vision blurs as he’s hurled off the cliff’s edge, eyes stinging with tears. The crashing of the ocean waves is loud in his ears, the sea as violent as the day he almost drowned six years ago. The dark waters menacingly invite him into their depths from below, and Yuuta panics.

I don’t want to die yet. 

As he falls, pelted with rain and assaulted by wind, he screams. It’s loud, it’s frantic, and it’s Eren’s name. As he faces death once more, it’s all he can think about: I don’t want to leave Eren. I want to stay longer with him.

Yuuta sees a bright light, white in his vision, and he thinks perhaps it is death approaching. But the light source is his palm. Is there magic that can get him out of this? But he doesn’t understand–fire, healing, the mind connection… None of it can save him from falling off a cliff. He squeezes his eyes shut as he gets closer and closer to the bottom, absolutely terrified to meet his end.

Then, he hears something so loud the air trembles around him: a roar.

As quickly as he begins to fall, to Yuuta’s surprise, he is no longer plummeting towards the earth. Instead, he feels something–he’s not sure what it is, it all happens so fast–wrap around him. Just before his body meets the earth he feels a hefty gust of wind and his body lurches within the cage around him. Then he’s released from whatever had grabbed him out of the sky. He rolls in the sand, a harsh landing but otherwise still living.

Dazed and confused, Yuuta lays in the sand and wonders: What just happened?

Surely a fall from such a height would have killed him, he knows this, and yet he’s alive. He doesn’t understand what it was that had wrapped around his body and saved him from his fall until he blinks and turns his head, looking off to the beach beside him. His eyes focus on what looks to be a beast lying in the sand, one with tough black skin and a spine lined with jagged spikes from the crown of its head to the end of its tail. The rain that had pelted down on the boys earlier has become a gentle mist and it almost seems to steam off of its leathery skin. Its wings splay out behind its back and lie against the earth, its snout hanging open revealing teeth sharper than knives. At its feet lie sharp ivory claws–talons. Those must have been what the beast used to capture Yuuta from his freefall, he realizes. Yuuta stares at this creature in stunned silence: it’s a dragon.

Not long after Yuuta sets his sights on the creature, it changes as if by magic: gone is the massive fearsome creature and in its place lies… A man?

As Yuuta squints he realizes it’s not just any man that has replaced the dragon. It’s Eren.

Yuuta quickly gets up from the ground, ignoring the slight ache in his body from tumbling across the sand, and crosses the distance to Eren’s body. He kneels down beside him and frantically looks over the brunette. Are you hurt? What’s going on, Eren?

Meanwhile, Eren lies unconscious, his face as peaceful as if he were asleep. Yuuta whisks Eren’s hair away from his face, clamps his hands down on Eren’s shoulders, and shakes them, panicking as he fears the absolute worst.

“Ren, wake up, wake up,” he pleads. Eren’s head rolls on his shoulders as Yuuta shakes him, but then finally Yuuta can breathe a sigh of relief–Eren begins to open his eyes, blinking them slowly as consciousness returns to his body.

Thank the Gods, Yuuta thinks as Eren’s groggy eyes finally focus on Yuuta.

“Ren, are you okay?” Yuuta asks him, his eyes frantically searching Eren’s face. Eren sits up wearily, placing his palms into the sand to support his torso. Yuuta brushes away the tendrils of hair that cover Eren’s cheeks before holding his face in his hands. Eren stares back at him with a mixture of confusion and shock in his viridian eyes, just as surprised by what had just happened.

“I… I’m okay.” 

Eren then registers the feeling of something soft against his lips. It takes a moment for him to realize what’s happening, and his eyes simply widen in surprise.

It’s Yuuta. Yuuta, relieved that Eren is safe, is no longer able to hold back his feelings; as he and Eren danced with death, he realized that what he wanted more than anything was to be with Eren. He quickly crosses the short distance between them and captures the dragon’s lips with his own. His hands are gentle as they cradle Eren’s face but his lips aren’t–he crashes them against Eren’s in his act of desperation, and it’s almost a relief when they kiss, like Yuuta had been holding himself back for years and now finally he has had a taste of what he craved. 

Eren shuts his eyes and sighs, hell he smiles even. It’s what he’s wanted for so long, to feel the softness of his prince’s rosy lips against his own. Eren parts his lips and swipes his tongue against Yuuta’s mouth. It’s a surprise to him, but it’s pleasant–a welcome warmth. A soft moan, nothing more than a whimper, slips past Yuuta’s lips and immediately he pulls away as if stung by the sound, flustered by his own noise.

“Was… Was that okay?” Yuuta asks him. Eren takes a hand off the ground and brings it to Yuuta’s jaw, keeping him close.

“Yeah, I liked that. Kiss me again.”

It’s a set of first kisses that are clumsy and sloppy, Yuuta’s lips barely going unscathed when they graze against Eren’s fangs. Yet they are sweeter than any berry and hotter than even the hottest days in Valyria. They kiss like they need each other’s air to breathe, until they can’t anymore, Yuuta pulling away and hovering over Eren’s lips as he catches his breath. 

“You’re a dragon,” Yuuta says with disbelief before Eren pulls him in for another kiss. 

“Yeah… I guess I am,” Eren mumbles incredulously when he pulls away. As quickly as he does, Yuuta pulls him back in again, melting against his lips.

And as if they were synchronized, both their minds say: I’m just glad you’re alive.

“I’m glad you’re safe, Yuu,” Eren says, a fondness in his voice as his fingers push Yuuta’s hair away from his face. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you–

Yuuta kisses him once more, and his kiss answers Eren’s thoughts with a simple I know. 

The kiss doesn’t last nearly as long as he wishes it would. Yuuta pulls away, and even damp with the mist of rain that softly pours, he looks so beautiful with his tinted cheeks and his shy smile. Yuuta’s eyes search Eren’s face and see that, for once, Eren is flustered too. It calms the heart that races in his chest; at least Eren is feeling the same way he does.

“T-Thank you,” Yuuta stutters, his face close enough to taste Eren’s breath on his lips. “I thought I was going to die and I was afraid–afraid because I didn’t want to leave you, Ren. Thank you for saving my life again.”

“Yuu,” Eren’s hands bring Yuuta’s body closer to his chest. Eren is so hot, even under the drizzling rain, and it feels nice against Yuuta’s cold skin. Sapphire meets emerald as they lock gazes. “I’d do anything for you. Even turning into a dragon,” he adds with an uptick of his lips. Eren’s arms are tight around the smaller male as he embraces him. “You said we’re fated to be together, remember? So we’ll never be apart, even if death tries it, I’ll fight him for you.”

Yuuta chuckles at Eren’s earnest words. “No need to go that far.”

“I would. I’d do it for you, Yuuta.”

Yuuta squirms in Eren’s arms, just enough to tilt his head and pull his dragon down for another kiss. This one is gentler, softer as he clings to Eren with an arm thrown around his neck. Eren reciprocates, his hand splayed across Yuuta’s back as he kisses him in return with a tenderness uncharacteristic of the brash person that he is. But that’s how he is with Yuuta–his heart always melts into a puddle at the simple thought of his prince, much more so when Yuuta shows him affection. They don’t seem to care for the rain in the slightest, simply wiping away the droplets that land on each other’s faces as they giggle under the rain. 

“That was pretty intense for a Valyrian thank you,” Eren teases playfully. His thumb brushes over Yuuta’s lips before wiping away more of the water that runs down his cheeks.

Yuuta flushes scarlet, stammering, “I-that wasn’t–”

This time Eren cuts him off with a kiss as he laughs against Yuuta’s lips. His heart soars in his chest and he knows there’s no coming back from this feeling. He wants to be like this with Yuuta forever, he knows it in his heart. He holds onto Yuuta tighter, wishing to never let him go. And he won’t. He’ll do anything to keep the prince who holds his heart beside him. Even if it means becoming a beast that was once just a legend. He’d do it a thousand times over if it meant staying by his side.

This is better than a Valyrian thank you, Yuuta. Thank you.

“How did you do that? Becoming a dragon, I mean,” Yuuta asks when he pulls away, ignoring the tingling feeling that sears his lips. 

“I just jumped after you. I didn’t even think about it. Next thing I knew I was flying.”

Yuuta shivers–being doused by the rain makes him cold. Eren takes Yuuta into his chest, hunching his shoulders to protect the smaller male from the rain. It isn’t until now, pressed firmly into Eren’s body, that he realizes: Eren’s naked.

“I–uh–” Yuuta stammers, his face turning pink once more with his shyness.

“I seem to have lost my clothes during the whole dragon thing,” Eren chuckles. “Sorry, Yuu.”

“Do-Do you think you can turn back?” Yuuta asks.

Eren scoffs, “Am I that repulsive when I’m naked that you–”

“No, that’s not it!” Yuuta interjects, a little too animatedly, admittedly. He stands, untangling himself from Eren’s grasp, and points towards the top of the cliff that they had just fallen from. “I meant, how will we get back?”

Eren stands as well, dusting the wet sand off his skin. He grimaces at the uncomfortable, gritty feeling. “Should I try and change back again?”

“Do you even know how?”

“No, but I can try…”

Yuuta looks up to the top of the cliffs. It’s all forested land, with no clearings in sight. “There’s nowhere to land.”

“There’s a clearing back where I hunted that boar. I can go up there and–”

“Let me come with you,” Yuuta pleads.

“No, I’ll go alone.” Yuuta looks as if he’s about to protest, and Eren adds, “I don’t even know how to fly. It’s safer if you stay down here.” 

Yuuta can’t argue with that. After the way he crash landed, he’s sure that Eren needs some practice before he can take on a passenger. 

“Alright, how about you get the boar and we just stay here for the night?” Yuuta looks up towards the cloudy sky, darker now than when they had set out on their hunt. “It’s late and the cave is far away. We wouldn’t be back before nightfall.”

“Okay.” 

“Be careful,” Yuuta says. “If you fall unconscious again I won’t be able to go up there after you.”

Eren leans down to Yuuta’s height and bestows the softest of kisses against his prince’s lips. Yuuta thinks his heart may just explode from beneath his ribs.

“I will return to you,” Eren replies. Yuuta simply nods, captivated as he looks up and meets Eren’s gaze.

Yuuta averts his gaze as Eren makes some space between them–Eren’s naked and Yuuta’s currently too weak-hearted from their kisses to stand such a sight. Eren stares down at his palms. He’s not sure exactly what it was that made him change into a dragon; all he knows is that he jumped to save Yuuta and an instant later he was no longer himself, taking the form of a dragon.

Change into a dragon, he repeats to himself like a mantra, but it doesn’t work. He stands still, frustrated with his body. Why did he change before but not now? What was different then?

Eren hears Yuuta’s voice in his head: What did you do last time before you changed?

“I only wanted to save you,” Eren says as he turns to look at the young prince. “That was my only thought–to rescue you.”

“Maybe you need to command yourself to do something,” Yuuta muses aloud. “Like how you asked your body to catch me.”

“Command myself…” Eren repeats, his voice barely but a whisper as he ponders Yuuta’s suggestion. Okay… Fly to the top of the cliff.

The magic that courses through their veins activates once again. Yuuta’s palm glows bright enough to cast shadows, the oval marking on his palm a bright silver with its brilliance. But it is Eren whose entire body transforms: no longer is he mostly human in his hybrid form–with a great bellowing roar he becomes a dragon once more, a beast towering over Yuuta and covered in dark, fearsome scales. Yuuta gets a better view this time, standing right across from the dragon on the beach, and deep in his belly swirls feelings of fear but also awe. Up close Eren is fearsome, he is dangerous, but he is magnificent. The dragon’s eyes glow like emeralds, shining brightly even in the dim lighting that surrounds them. Nothing about Eren’s body looks like himself anymore, except those eyes. Yuuta can still see Eren reflected clearly in them as he glances in Yuuta’s direction.

Yuuta watches with his breath caught in his throat as Eren begins to beat his wings. It’s clumsy, with Eren struggling to lift himself off the ground as he backtracks his movements with curses and annoyed epithets in his mind. Yuuta can’t help but giggle a little as he listens to Eren’s mental cursing and grumbling–earning him a don’t laugh or I’ll come over there and breathe dragonfire on you.

We both know we’re resistant to fire, Ren.

Yeah, but your clothes aren’t. That would be funny, wouldn’t it?

Shut up and focus on flying, gundja.

Eren’s dragon turns to Yuuta and Yuuta swears he can see the disbelief on his face. Yuuta had just called him an ass. When did you learn words like that?

Yuuta snickers. Get to flying, Ren.

Perhaps it’s because of this distraction, but focusing on Yuuta’s words eases him enough to where he is no longer overthinking his movements, too busy laughing alongside his prince. He beats his wings steadily and takes off from the ground. The distance looked to be a long drop, but with Eren’s massive body it takes but a few beats of his wings to get him to the top. His landing isn’t graceful by any means, crashing into a tree here and there on his way to the clearing, sending flocks of birds shrieking from their nests with the disturbances. Yuuta loses sight of his dragon but the birds flying away give him some idea of where his clumsy companion has landed.

You okay, Eren? Yuuta wordlessly calls out for him. 

As clearly as if he were standing beside him, Eren answers: Yes, I’m okay. Found the boar.

It takes only but a few minutes for Eren to soar into the sky once more, his wings suspending his body in the air above the trees. Yuuta catches sight of him again and sees the boar that lies captive within Eren’s talons. Yuuta still holds a bit of fear, hoping for Eren’s safety, but hearing Eren’s voice in his head gives him a sense of comfort. As long as Eren’s talking to himself and working on flying, it means he hasn’t lost control. It means he isn’t hurt.

When Eren approaches the beach his movements are wobbly at best, frantically flapping his wings to slow down his flying as he descends upon the shore. His movements fling sand and water into the air but Yuuta pays it no mind because at least Eren isn’t crash landing on the beach again. 

But turning into a dragon takes its toll on Eren’s body, and once again after landing Eren changes back to his hybrid form and falls unconscious. Perhaps it is like dragon magic, Yuuta wonders. It took some time for Eren to build up resistance to its use. Two years ago, Yuuta could barely block their connection for an hour, and now he can heal better and use magic for much longer than before. 

Maybe with practice Eren can fly for longer than just a few minutes.

Eren can’t respond to Yuuta’s train of thought, his body limp in the sand. Yuuta comes up to him again, checking his body for vitals. When he determines that Eren’s okay, he sits down beside him, watching Eren’s chest rise and fall and he waits for Eren to wake again. He sits close enough to reach out his hand, brush Eren’s hair away, and trace the iridescent scales on his face with his fingertips. 

This time it takes a bit longer for Eren to awaken. In the time that he rests, Yuuta simply stares. At least, until he feels a bird land on his shoulder. Curiously, he turns his face and sees that the bird is indeed the one he tried to rescue before his fall. It chirps and cranes its head curiously at Yuuta, and Yuuta uses both his hands to gently scoop the bird off his shoulder. He holds it in his palm and with a heavy sigh, he simply thinks: Guess you could fly after all.

Eren awakens to the sounds of a bird chirping, yet it’s almost nightfall, the sky losing its soft gray rainy palor for dark indigo, striped with the faintest of orange and purples. He sits up on the ground and looks at Yuuta beside him, who’s for some reason holding a baby bird.

“What happened?” Eren murmurs, his voice thick and heavy.

“Are you feeling okay? You fainted again after your flight.”

“I’m okay…” Eren raises a finger and points at the baby bird. “And who’s that?”

Yuuta scratches the back of his nape, laughing exasperatedly. “Uh… The reason I fell off the cliff.”

Eren snaps awake immediately, surprised. “You almost fell to your death because of a bird?”

Yuuta shrinks under Eren’s tone, laced with sarcasm. “In my defense–”

“Birds can fly, Yuuta.”

“I know that. But–”

“I’m eating him for dinner,” Eren says with total certainty. “Payback for all this mess.”

Yuuta gasps, “No, it’s just a baby.” Yuuta takes the bird into his two closed hands as if to shield it from the caveman beside him. “Don’t kill Vhagar, Ren.”

“Since when does it have a name?” Eren asked.

“Since now.”

“’Vhagar?��”

“It sounds cool, right? Like a dragon’s name,” Yuuta looks at Eren with excitement, bringing the bird just a bit closer to Eren’s chest.

Eren peels his eyes off the bird and crosses his arms, huffing into the chilly air. 

A dragon’s name, pft.

“That fall must’ve messed with your head.”

Yuuta giggles, hearing the childish tone of Eren’s voice. The bird chirps again, quickly shaking its head of the raindrops that fall on it before Yuuta covers the bird with his palm again.

“Are you jealous of Vhagar, Ren?”

“Shut up,” Eren says. His eyes tilt towards the bird poking out of Yuuta’s hands and he adds, “You too.”

Yuuta simply laughs again at Eren’s antics. Never is a day spent with Eren dull, and he knows he never wants to feel a dull day in his life. 

“The boar–”

Yuuta points to a spot nearby in the sand. “It’s there. We just need to start a fire.”

Eren starts to shift as if to stand up but Yuuta places a palm on his chest. “Stay here and rest. I’ll look for something to start a fire.”

Eren does feel a bit weak, so he relents to the determined look in Yuuta’s gaze. Yuuta takes Eren’s palm and places the bird within it. 

“Take care of Vhagar while I’m gone.” Eren parts his lips to speak, but Yuuta leans forward and kisses him before he can protest. “Don’t eat him.”

A dusting of pink paints Eren’s face, surprised by Yuuta’s antics, but Yuuta’s always been one to keep Eren on his toes, especially today. Feigning nonchalance, as Yuuta rises to his feet, Eren replies, “Can’t make any promises.”

***

The night begins after Yuuta’s successful venture down the beach to look for tinder. He returns to Eren sitting ashore beside the boar, the rain having stopped and Vhagar sitting on a rock some distance away. Yuuta’s hide bag contains a makeshift hunting knife, and while Eren sets up the fire and lights it with his dragon fire, Yuuta begins the task of carving the boar. Once the fire is set, Yuuta is grateful for its warmth. The nights during the rainy season are cold and much more so when they aren’t in the shelter of their cave. It’s a miracle to him that Eren, who is still nude, is so comfortable being so, but the searing warmth of his body is just one of the perks of being dragonblood.

Just as any other hunt, the boys carve out their spoils and spear them over the fire, cleaning off the blood that stains their hands in the salted water of the ocean. It’s routine now, the ways of survival. Eren doesn’t doubt Yuuta’s abilities anymore just as Yuuta has never doubted Eren’s. They work as a team, an extension of the same soul, until they’ve cooked their meats and eaten their fill, the island quiet save for the sounds of their soft conversations and their laughter. Eren and Yuuta find comfort in each other’s company, even on days like today that are filled with surprises and uncertainty. They agree to spend the night ashore, and to travel back on foot to the cave in the morning–and then after that, perhaps Eren can attempt to turn into a dragon once more.

Later that night, Yuuta finds himself watching the stars again, laying down against the beach beside the fire with his palms placed idly over his abdomen. Eren lays next to him but he doesn’t watch the stars, not tonight. Tonight he only wishes to see his prince, whom he finds more captivating than any of the lights that adorn the night sky. Yuuta’s lost in thought, thoughts that Eren can’t hear. He doesn’t know why Yuuta decided to guard his thoughts for the night, a pensive expression on his face. Was he not happy with the day they had today? Was it the revelation that Eren could indeed become a dragon? Was it perhaps that they had narrowly avoided death or… Was it the affection they had shared? 

Eren rests his head on his palm, his elbow digging into the sand. With his free hand, he reaches out to Yuuta. Yuuta’s staring contest with the sky is broken and he quickly tries to fix the frown on his lips, but Eren sees it. They’ve lived together for so many years now. Surely, Yuuta knows how well Eren can read his feelings by now, even without the ability to feel each other’s aura?

“Yuu, talk to me,” Eren says, his fingers skimming along Yuuta’s cheek. 

Yuuta finds it difficult to put up a front before Eren, especially when faced with those green eyes that are so open and honest. Every emotion that Eren feels can be seen through those windows that stare back at him now, pleading with him to reveal the secret he hides behind the veil of magic that breaks their mental bond. 

Yuuta’s eyes flicker back up to the sky, his sapphires no longer a crystal blue but murky with the darkness, speckled with the reflections of the stars. He asks aloud, “What was it like in Valyria, having relationships with others?”

“You mean, like lovers?” Eren asks the question so innocently, but Yuuta’s cheeks burn like scalding water had been poured upon him. He didn’t have the fortitude to outright say it, but Eren is never one for having shame.

Yuuta answers with a meek, “Yes.”

“In Valyria, there was no reason to be ashamed for who you loved. There were men who married women, men who married men, and women who married women–and even people who had multiple lovers could marry each other. It was purely just for love. The people of Valyria, with their dragonblood, lived for centuries. It was common to take a lover, or more than one, over one’s lifetime.”

Something of a smile tugs at Yuuta’s lips but he keeps it at bay. He wishes life in the six kingdoms was so easy. If only he could have lived in a world such as Eren’s, where only love matters, and not politics, not alliances, not royalty. The thought pulls back Yuuta’s frown to his lips, his brows furrowed in brooding.

“Is it not the same in the six kingdoms?” Eren asks upon seeing Yuuta’s frown.

“It’s much more… complicated,” Yuuta says. 

“What could be complicated about love?”

“Sometimes people don’t marry for love, but for power,” Yuuta replies. He takes his eyes off the starry sky to meet Eren’s gaze. His eyes flit to Eren’s lips as he speaks in a softer voice, “And sometimes people just can’t marry those they love. Many things get in the way: status, money, politics. And only one man marries one woman–everything else is forbidden before the gods.” At this, Eren’s gaze tilts down. He understands the weight of Yuuta’s words but wants to choose to ignore them.

“Is that what’s bothering you? That us being close like this is forbidden?” Eren’s fingers hesitate as they warm the softness of Yuuta’s cheek, his movements growing timid. He fears his own heart may just break if Yuuta rejects him, and hangs off his every word.

“I’ve known since I was a child that I was set to be the next king of Nymeria. And a king must take a queen as his wife. One day, I’ll have to marry a woman and…”

“Yuuta.” The way with which Eren says his name, as if poised for impending heartbreak, silences his words. He blinks back at Eren with eyes that look glassy in the moonlight. “Is that what you want? To marry a woman?”

Yuuta’s voice trembles, “No, I don’t… I don’t want that.”

“Is it because I’m not a woman… Or is it because I am Valyrian? Is this why you guard your thoughts from me, because I’m not what you want?”

“No, that’s not it at all.” This time, Yuuta’s sapphires blaze as they stare back at Eren. Nothing is wrong with Eren at all, and even the thought brings a sting to Yuuta’s chest. “It is because I want to be with you that I’m afraid… Afraid that what we have will just cause us pain.”

Eren shakes his head in disbelief. “I’m happy beside you, Yuu. Happier than anything else could possibly make me. Even if one day we couldn’t be together, I’ll find a way to always be by your side. Valyria, Nymeria, or anywhere else you wish to go. I don’t care if it hurts. You’re the only reason I still wish to be in this world, to be alongside you.”

Yuuta can already feel his heart racing in his chest, how his dragon’s words make his heart grow faint. Has he ever felt anything like this for anyone before? Never. And he knows he never will. He feels Eren’s thumb stroke his cheek as he leans down closer to him.

Eren adds, “Maybe things were different for you back home, Yuu. But we’re not in Nymeria. We’re in Valyria now. And you know what’s so special about Valyria?”

Eren’s lips are but a hair’s breadth away as their eyes meet. Yuuta responds with a whisper, “What?”

“In Valyria no one gives a damn who you choose to love.”

Eren’s words were spoken like a declaration, but the kiss that follows contradicts his convictions, soft and hesitant with his uncertainty. His thoughts are unintelligible, as chaotic as his feelings, though Yuuta can’t hear them with their connection broken. It is only through the feeling of his trembling touch that Yuuta realizes how nervous Eren is behind his words.

Yuuta moves his hands to cradle his dragon’s face, thumbing over his scales that gleam so beautifully in the moonlight, returning his kiss. He wishes he could tell Eren the depths of his feelings, but he’s afraid. One day he will have to be king, and Eren can’t take the place of his queen. The ardent flames that were his kiss die down to nothing but a flicker as the thoughts plague his mind.

“While we’re here in Valyria, we’re free. As long as we’re here, we can be like this,” Eren says once they pull apart. “At least, if that’s what you want,” Eren adds in a smaller voice, as if he’s sure that Yuuta really might still say no to him.

The only sources of light tonight are the moonlight, and the dimming fire beside them, yet even with such little light Yuuta can see the dusting of pink that paints his dragon’s face. Eren speaks confidently but deep down he’s flustered having to admit his feelings so openly for the first time. Yet Yuuta’s enamored, seeing Eren’s desires projected so earnestly through his warmed skin and his soft kiss. He feels the same, with his heart thundering loud and his lips asking for more, that he can’t deny his own desire. He fights the voice in his head that tells him that he’s a prince, that he must one day take a princess as his lover because here in Valyria that’s not what he is. Eren’s words ring true. In Valyria, he’s free to do as he pleases. 

Yuuta meets Eren’s gaze. Eren sees everything: Yuuta’s heart, the dark blues that swirl with his feelings, and the stars that speckle his vision. He thinks his prince is beautiful, captivatingly so. Then Yuuta’s features become soft, a small smile on his lips as he says, “It’s what I want, Ren. To be with you.”

The kisses that follow are softer than the touch of a feather, but still, Yuuta feels the searing heat down to his bones. Their closeness and their affections quite easily warm him. The chill of the night means nothing when he’s alongside his dragon. Yuuta feels his warmth even when they part and he settles alongside him for the night, an arm wrapped around him as he leans into Eren’s broad chest.

“Ren?”

“Yeah?”

Eren turns down towards Yuuta but Yuuta doesn’t move his face, simply pressing his cheek against Eren’s chest. “I want you to know that I’m happy beside you too. Doesn’t matter if you’re a man or dragonblood. You’re you and I want to be beside you.”

Yuuta, with his ear pressed to Eren’s chest, can feel the way his heart thunders below his skin. Eren pulls him in tighter, trapping him between his arms.

“Eren.” Eren feels Yuuta press his palms to his chest. “Um–not so–not so close,” Yuuta stammers.

“How can I not when you say things like that, Yuu?”

Because you’re still not wearing pants, Yuuta says in his mind, and Eren realizes that finally their minds are connected once more.

Eren’s deep laughter rings through the night air as Yuuta turns a deep scarlet. He loosens his hold on his prince, opting to simply lay beside him.

“Alright, I’ll let you go,” Eren says, brushing Yuuta’s hair back from his face with the back of his hand. He pinches his jaw with two fingers, lowering his face to speak directly at him. “But once I get some clothes on you won’t be able to keep me away.”

Yuuta and Eren share a laugh as the corners of Eren’s lips turn up into a smile.

“Deal.”

***

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Oh wow, that's awesome!! If you want to write smut, they could start up a secret relationship even though they are enemies. I love Loss of Virginity fics even when it isn't super realistic lol (although I guess in that time period, maybe slightly more believable?) but adding that in is totally up to you. If you'd rather write fluff, maybe a shy/awkward first date with some cuddling--although they'd probably have to be away from Guarma for that haha. I'd be so grateful for whatever you choose :)

A Deal

Pairing: Levi Simon/Hercule Fontaine

Fandom: Red Dead Redemption II

Tags: Period typical racism (I’m sorry :( levi in my mind is just that kind of guy), Brief: Homophobic slur, Friends with Benefits, Enemies to Lovers, pain kink, wall sex, first time bottoming, loss of virginity

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2860

Comments: Well, it took me a while, but I finished it! Now, I hope this is to your liking. I’m not super familiar with the Guarma chapter as a whole. (My first playthrough I plowed through it and I haven’t reached it in my second playthrough yet) I really enjoyed trying to analyze their characters though! And I think they make a great pairing. :)

Levi Simon had ordered that Hercule Fontaine be captured alive if he was seen. The rat had been a thorn in his and Colonel Fussar’s side since he and his rebels had gained traction. Levi had seen him from afar a handful of times and the muscular, shirtless man lit a fire in his belly. He knew these feelings weren’t normal. It was a thing being attracted to a man, but a man that was inferior to himself was just ridiculous. But he had given his men the order anyway. 

When one of the lieutenants approached him in his office and said in a hushed whisper that Hercule was restrained in one of the worker's houses, Levi jumped from his chair and told the lieutenant for no one to bother him for the rest of the day. Unless of course, it was Colonel Fussar himself. 

Levi knew he looked much too giddy as he briskly walked towards the workers' house his lieutenant had told him. Two guards stood at the door, their rifles clutched close to their chests. He shooed them away saying he could handle himself and puffed his chest out, schooling his expression. He pushed the door open and stood in the doorway as his eyes adjusted to the darkness in the house. If you could call it a house. It was more a shed than anything. 

Hercule, who had been hanging his head, looked up and if looks could kill Levi would be a puddle on the floor. The dark-skinned man had a bloody nose that dripped into his facial hair and the beginnings of a black eye that tinted his skin a purple color. Levi’s mouth went dry as he saw Hercule flex his bound arms and straighten how he was sitting in the chair he was tied to. 

“Well, well, well, the mighty Mr. Fontaine finally in my presence. I’d say it's an honor, but I think it’s more of an honor for you.” Levi stepped into the house, letting the door swing shut behind him. Hercule spit a bloody glob onto the floorboards at Levi’s boots. Chewing on his tongue, Levi smiled unkindly. “Now, that wasn’t very nice. I’ve shown you mercy in not having you slaughtered yet.” 

“That is what I would like to know. Why did your men not kill me on the spot?” 

Levi stumbled as that thick accented voice rumbled throughout the room. He needed to compose himself quickly or this would not go the way he had planned. A soft laugh left Levi’s throat as he circled the bound man. 

“That is a good question, isn’t it? Maybe there is something I want from you.” Levi nearly cooed as Hercule followed him with his dark and intelligent eyes. 

“I find that hard to believe.” Hercule huffed his shoulders rolling, trying to ease the tension from his arms being tied behind him. “Your ‘Colonel’ wants me and the rebels dead. I don’t think he would be much happy that I'm not dead.” 

Levi paused behind Hercule, his fingers nervously playing with his gun belt. Fussar would definitely throw a fit if he found out about this, but that’s why he didn’t know. “Fussar does not need to be involved in this.” 

Hercule tilted his head and glanced over his broad shoulder at Levi. The cogs in his brain spun while Levi’s eyes traced over the smooth muscle of Hercule’s back. God, he wanted to touch that warm skin. He really wanted Hercule to push him against a wall and fuck him too, but starting small would have to be key for this to work. 

“Listen, Mr. Fontaine, I didn’t have you killed because I want something from you, and in turn, I can help you with something.” Levi walked around to face Hercule’s front, standing much too close to be comfortable for Hercule who definitely puffed his chest out and leveled a heated glare at Levi. 

“What could you possibly help me with?” 

“I’m glad you asked.” Levi settled his hands on his hips, mouth watering at the way Hercule’s pecs moved with each breath. “I can turn a blind eye to some of you and your rebels’ activities. I can’t guarantee it will make your job easier, but when Fussar is off to the mainland, I’m the main man on this island.”

“Why would you go behind your master’s back like that? Isn’t that treason of some kind?” Hercule spat and rolled his eyes, not falling for Levi’s deception. 

Levi mulled over his thoughts, swaying his head back and forth. “Because what I want isn’t necessarily something I want anyone else to know about either. And let's say it could very well get me killed, just as your attempts at revolution could get you killed.” Levi risked taking a half step forward, crowding Hercule. 

Hercule leaned back, his eyes narrowed in mistrust. “What is it you want then Simon?” 

Levi worked his jaw, the words he had been practicing failed him. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. Before Hercule could react he dabbed away the line of blood coming from Hercule’s nose. “I have found I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Hercule recoiled, his eyes flying wide and mouth hanging open. “What the hell do you mean, you sick pervert.” 

“I-” Levi pulled the handkerchief away and half turned away, “I’ve only seen you a few times from afar, but I have grown infatuated.” 

“I don’t care what kind of invert you are, but I’m not letting you anywhere near me! I would rather be gutted and strung up for the birds to feed off of.” Hercule barked, his jaw jutting out in rage. 

Levi sighed and fiddled with his unbuttoned vest, tipping his hat down to cover his eyes. “I didn’t plan on fucking you… per-se,” he whispered. 

That gave Hercule pause, his face softening slightly. It took him a moment to connect the dots and he looked away. Levi didn’t dare look at the captive and decided to get a cigarette from his vest pocket and light it. He knew this had been a horrible idea. 

“I’ll let you go without any issues come nightfall. I apologize for making you uncomfortable.” Levi stated, inhaling on his cigarette while walking to the door. Hercule made a noise like he was about to say something, but Levi had already shut the door and marched back towards his office. A passing lieutenant blinked in confusion before Levi asked him what he was looking at with a shout. 

Levi buried himself in his work, going over sugar cane exports and then double checking them. When the sun had set over the tropical paradise, Levi pulled himself from his desk and leisurely strolled across the gravel roads of Aguasdulces. He made it appear as though he was inspecting the grounds, but his focus was solely on the workers' hut that Hercule was still restrained in. 

Upon reaching the door he looked around in the darkness for any soldiers close by before entering. Hercule’s head snapped up, but his body relaxed slightly when he saw it was Levi. 

A crooked grin crossed Levi’s face. “What didn’t think I was actually going to come and let you go did you?” Levi approached the other man, his fingers wrapping around his knife handle. Hercule rolled his eyes, muttering about how he couldn’t trust a white man. 

Levi’s blade cut through the cords around Hercule’s wrists like butter. Hercule instantly pulled his arms around and rubbed at the raw, scabbed skin. Levi licked his lips before sheathing his knife and walking toward the door. He opened it a sliver and peeked outside, the road in front of the house was empty and silent. Only a few lanterns in the distance glowed warmly. 

“Well, Mr. Fontaine, there isn’t anyone about at the moment. So if you want to leave, now's the time.” Levi said in a whisper, motioning for Hercule to get up. 

Instead of Hercule taking his leave as swiftly as he could, he grabbed Levi by the back of his vest and flung him into the wall. Levi’s head swam for a moment as Hercule pinned him against the wall, his hot breath hitting Levi in the face. He had a fleeting fear that Hercule was about to kill him for his earlier offer, but remained silent as Hercule stared into his eyes. 

“You promise to keep your end of the bargain?” 

Levi’s jaw worked in shock before he nodded quickly. “Of course.”

Hercule nodded before spinning Levi around and slamming his front into the wall. Levi groaned when rough hands grabbed his hips, kneading the flesh without mercy. His hands trembled against the wall as all of his desires surfaced and overwhelmed his senses. 

This was really happening. 

Hercule reached around to undo Levi’s pants letting them fall to his knees. “Ah, shit…” Levi moaned and pushed his ass backward towards Hercule. 

The small chuckle that emitted from Hercule’s throat felt like a cascade of lava flowing down Levi’s body to his dick. Levi bit into his own lip to keep himself quiet as Hercule spread his cheeks and rubbed a dry thumb pad over his entrance. He almost wanted Hercule to just shove in with no preparation, but he hoped Hercule had at least some sense do some preperation. 

“I didn’t realize you were so much of a wanton whore, Simon.” Hercule breathed against Levi’s neck before bringing one of his hands up to probe two fingers at Levi’s mouth. Levi obediently opened his mouth letting calloused fingers glide over his tongue, collecting a generous amount of saliva. 

Levi sucked on his fingers before Hercule pulled them free with a wet pop. Loud pants echoed from Levi’s mouth as Hercule pressed his wet finger against his entrance. “Just fuck me already, I’m not a fragile lady,” Levi hissed through clenched teeth. 

Hercule snorted and sharply pushed one of his fingers into Levi making the older man yelp and arch his back. The digit moved slowly in and out, curling along the inner walls as if searching for something. He pulled his finger out, making Levi feel oddly empty and sore already. Two fingertips returned to his puckered hole and pushed in without mercy. 

Levi’s body tensed up as pain lit up his senses and the burning stretch pulled him apart. It wasn’t as good as he thought it was going to be, and he almost asked Hercule to stop. But then those fingers curled just so and brushed up against something inside of him that made his knees wobble and his dick jump to attention. 

“Oh sh-shit,” Levi whimpered and clawed at the wooden planks that made up the walling of the house. Hercule huffed a laugh and began to rub the spot inside of him with vigor. Blunt teeth grazed his neck and caused him to nearly shout out in bliss, but he bit his tongue and settled for looking at Hercule over his shoulder. 

Hercule had a teasing smirk on his lips and he gave his fingers a shove that made Levi grunt and his eyes roll. “Hmmm, I n-need you in me now.” Levi rasped and reached behind him to feel at Hercule’s pants.  

“Be patient,” Hercule mumbled and pulled back altogether to slip his suspenders from his shoulders and unbutton his pants. Levi braced his hands against the wall, his knees shaking like a newborn foal’s first time standing up. He couldn’t even focus on his erect shaft when Hercule spit into his hand and the head of his dick settled at Levi's entrance. 

Levi bit down on his lip until it began to bleed as Hercule pushed into him. God, it hurt. Pain seared through his body like a wildfire and tears pricked at his eyes. His dick flagged slightly as Hercule torturously slowly entered into him. It felt like Levi’s body was being ripped apart, and the thought alone made Levi laugh nervously. Hercule’s chest pressed flush against his back, his two muscular arms coming around to press against the wall, efficiently trapping Levi. 

He thankfully paused in his conquest to let Levi rest. Levi’s brow had accumulated sweat that dripped down the side of his face. Hercule’s own sweaty brow rested against Levi’s back as he mumbled about how tight Levi was.

His chest swelled proudly that he could reduce Hercule to a panting mess even though he was still in immense pain. Hercule slowly pulled his hips back and spit again before trying to spear himself further. This time he slid in more smoothly, but he still did not bottom out. Levi felt like he was going to fall to the ground or faint. 

One of Hercule’s arms wrapped around his midsection, holding him close. The closeness of the other to him, caused a warmth to settle over Levi’s stomach. His dick twitched and a glob of precum slowly drizzled from the tip. 

“I’m sorry, but this will hurt for a moment,” Hercule said softly and shifted his stance a little. 

“R-really? You don’t say-AH!” Before Levi could stop himself, a loud yelp left his throat as Hercule rolled his hips sharply, embedding himself to the hilt. Levi squirmed in Hercule’s hold and grasped onto Hercule’s arm tightly. Swearin quietly his head tipped back to lean against Hercule’s shoulder the scratchy feeling of Hercule’s pubic hairs only solidifying how stuffed he was. 

Levi expected Hercule to start viciously thrusting into him, but he remained still to let Levi adjust and even reached down to curl his fist around Levi’s half-hard dick. Gasping, Levi moved his hips forward into Hercule’s warm hand. 

“I’m going to move now.” Hercule slowly pulled back, the drag of his shaft along Levi’s insides chafing rather than sliding. But when Levi relaxed he could almost register pleasure as the cluster of nerves inside of him were rubbed against. 

He tried to focus on the pinpricks of pleasure as Hercule started a slow pace of gentle rocking. With Hercule’s hand teasing his dick, Levi began to moan softly. The pain was still overwhelmingly there, but bliss started to shine through in small bursts. 

Hercule grunted like an animal behind him, seeming to be holding himself back from plowing into Levi. He found it admirable that the man would do so, but he was ready for Hercule to fuck him. 

“Hah-ah, Fontaine, don’t you dare hold back.” Levi swallowed hard as Hercule paused and cupped his balls. Levi whimpered and rutted into Hercule’s hand. 

“As you wish, Simon.” Hercule huffed against Levi’s ear and shoved Levi’s front against the wall. His body pressed fully against Levi, nearly suffocating him into the wall, before grabbing his hips with both of his hands. 

The first jarring stab made Levi choke, and the second made him wrap a feverish hand around his abandoned, throbbing length. Hercule’s hands were bruising as they jerked Levi into his thrusts, but the roughness only added to his pleasure. The spot inside him was hit with each in thrust, and the pressure of Hercule’s lengthy cock driving into him was enough to draw Levi close to orgasm. 

“Ah-ah! Hercule, goddamn.” Levi hissed through his teeth as the thrusts changed, more focused on Hercule chasing his own climax. Each thrust made Levi’s teeth clack together and his dick pulse precum over his knuckles. He didn’t realize how powerful orgasm from being fucked would be until it washed over him. His body snapped and euphoria eclipsed through his body. He absently registered Hercule still thrusting into him and his head hitting the wall when Hercule pushed against him, but he could hardly care as drool dripped from his mouth into his facial hair. 

He didn’t know how long he remained pressed against the wall trying to recover, but Hercule’s hand rubbing down his back pulled him out of the blissful haze. With the climax fading, Levi realized how much his hips and his ass hurt. He straightened but would have fallen down if Hercule didn’t catch him. 

“Well, I’ll be damned-,” Levi wheezed and used Hercule to keep himself upright, his fingers greedily cupping one of his pecs. “I-I have no words. I-” 

“It was… enjoyable, contrary to my first thoughts. And while I wouldn’t mind dwelling on this, I must leave before I can not leave,” Hercule said shortly, much to Levi’s disappointment, but as is the world they inhabited. 

Levi nodded and managed to get his pants up without much of an issue, even though the rapidly cooling cum made him shutter. “I’ll make sure no one is around, and then give you a signal.” Levi walked to the door, but Hercule stopped him by curling his fingers around his chin. 

“I assume this means we have a deal?” 

Levi gulped as he stared into Hercule’s dark eyes. “Yes, we do. As long as you keep your end of it.” 

Hercule smirked and nodded to the door. “Just go make sure none of your dogs are prowling around, Simon.”

#rarepair asks #rdr2 #my writing #smut #hercule fontaine #levi simon #guarma #I promise I have everyone else's in the works too

[midnightmarius]

h word thought of the day: strip chess with akaashi cw: alcohol, suggestive

the wind howls outside the doors of your newly purchased home, powdery snow blowing through the dark wintry skies in huge gusts.

you and akaashi are safe inside though, kept warm by the crackling flames he'd stoked in the fireplace and the soft lick of heat of wine and liquor.

but the warmth from the fire isn't the reason your cheeks are blooming with heat, the sensation steadily bleeding down your neck.

“are you sure that’s your move?” akaashi asks, eyeing your precariously placed pieces.

his question makes you second guess yourself, naturally. you scan the board, but your wine-blurred mind is unable to find any flaws in your play. knight to c3.

it’s also kind of hard to concentrate when your boyfriend is sitting across from you, shirtless. you’re almost sure he let you take a few of his pawns just so he could distract you like this. your boyfriend isn't especially brawny or towering over others, but the smooth planes of his torso are crafted with lean, attractive muscle, his strong shoulders tapering down to a trim waist.

but it's not just his body that's throwing you. it’s also hard to think straight when you can feel his eyes drag over your figure every so often. alcohol makes him less shy, his shameless gaze wandering up your bare legs, lingering on the lace trim of your underwear peeking out from under the hem of your shirt.

he sends you a wry smile over his sip of cognac when you nod slowly.

akaashi sets his glass down, and now you're distracted by the way the tip of his tongue sweeps across his bottom lip. "alright then."

you can tell by the self-satisfied smirk on his face that he's dragging this out, pretending to contemplate the pieces, oblivious of the mounting tension in the living room (and the heat that isn't from the fire).

it's with a soft tap of the wooden piece against the board that akaashi moves his queen to h4.

...which put him right in line with your king.

he leans back on the palms of his hands, blue eyes sparkling with victory as he murmurs, "checkmate."

if you weren't tipsy, you definitely could have found a way to avoid this, but you weren't. your mind is a mess of alcohol and akaashi and akaashi's abs.

and maybe...maybe you don't really try because losing in this situation technically means winning.

because the next words that come out of akaashi's mouth are,

"take off your clothes, love."

#intellectual sexiness with akaashi #akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi keiji #haikyuu!! #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu smut

[pennylanefics]

drive - jacob black

a/n: this is completely inspired by ‘fictional soundscapes’ on youtube, and their video “jacob driving” IT GIVES ME SO MANY FEELS AND IT’S SUCH A PEACEFUL AUDIO AND BROUGHT THIS ON AND YOU SHOULD DEFINITELY GO LISTEN. okay. :)

*gif is not mine, credit goes to the owner*

•••

you and jacob had gotten in a fight while taking a walk on the beach. you hated how much time he was spending with bella instead of you, seeing as he is your boyfriend and not hers.

what you thought would be a peaceful walk turned into jacob bringing up a story about his and bella’s recent hang out, on a day that he promised to spend with you instead, and you lost it.

you didn’t mind his friendship with her, after he told you that she had fallen into a depression when edward left, you were glad she had someone to turn to. what you didn’t like was him ditching you to spend countless hours with her and leaving you in the dust.

“jake, you know i don’t care about you hanging out with her, but once in a while, i’d like to spend time with you as well! we were supposed to go to the zoo the other day and you just so happened to forget that and went off with her instead. i don’t think you understand that you’re my boyfriend, yet you don’t act like one!”

this changes something in jacob. he hears the pain in your voice and he can sense your anger and heartbreak. he doesn’t say a word, instead gazing at the ground, disappointed in himself, knowing everything you said is true.

“just take me home,” you mumble, walking off the beach and to jacob’s truck. he stands there for a moment, watching you walk away, giving you some space before following your footsteps.

by the time he reaches his car, you are already inside, wanting to be out of the cold air that was taking over. but seeing as the heating in jacob’s car wasn’t working, you knew it was going to be a long drive back.

jacob starts the car up and pulls away from the side of the road into the lane. you stare out the window, trying to wrap your jacket around you tighter, but it was no use. jacob sees your shivering figure, but decides against saying anything just yet, knowing he really hurt you.

after a while of driving, jacob turns the radio on, hating the deafening silence. satellite heart by anya marina starts playing. your eyes widen and you want to look over at jacob, but you don’t. he wants to look at you as well, but doesn’t, keeping his eyes on the road.

it’s the song that you and jacob slow-danced to at his cousin’s wedding. when he admitted his feelings for you. when you shared your first kiss.

it was the moment you fell in love with him. the things he said, the things he described, the way he looked in the dim light, his long hair framing his face perfectly. it’s a moment you’ll never forget. ever since then it’s been your song.

by now, it was growing dark as you entered forks, only a couple minutes away from your house. there still wasn’t a single word spoken, and when jacob puts the truck in park in front of your house, neither of you move.

the song was still playing and as soon as it ended, jacob turned the radio off, figuring now would be a good time to talk.

“i’m sorry for not acting like your boyfriend,” he begins, staring straight forward. “i never wanted you to feel neglected or left behind.”

“then why have you ditched me so much to see bella?”

“because i…” he doesn’t really know the true reason. he loves you so much, he hates that he’s abandoned you like this.

“jake, i don’t want to fight, and i definitely don’t want another girl coming between us. so please. just tell me now if you don’t want to be with me anymore and you c-can go run off with b-”

“no, no no!” he stops you from finishing your sentence, finally reaching over and bringing you into his arms. hearing your voice waver and a sniffle broke him. “i don’t want to leave you for her.”

“then what’s going on? because it certainly feels like you do.”

“i guess i just got caught up in having a childhood friend back again. and i also promised charlie i would offer some sort of friendship and distraction for her because her boyfriend recently left her. i promise i have no feelings for her whatsoever.”

“you don’t?” jacob shakes his head in response, a serious and stern look on his face.

“no. i meant it when i said you’re the only one for me, and like our song says, i’ll be true to you. i’m yours forever, baby.”

“but what if you find an imprint?” he can’t help but chuckle, completely forgetting to tell you.

“i imprinted on you already. earlier today, at the beach, right before we got into the fight. and that’s probably what brought it on. you could feel the connection and your jealousy got fired up because you were feeling somewhat protective over me as well.”

“isn’t that you who’s supposed to feel protective?”

“well yeah. but you will feel some sense of it as well. not as strong as i will, but it’s there. bella being too close to me triggered it.”

“oh.”

“hey, look at me,” he whispers, tilting your chin up to look at him. “i love you and only you. i truly am sorry for not being a good boyfriend. i think the imprint is going to change this. i definitely won’t be spending as much time with her, because i want to spend time with you. i need to spend time with you to make up for what i’ve done.” his voice is filled with love and care for you. you can feel how much he means it.

“i love you too, jake.” he leans in, wanting nothing more than to kiss you to prove his love for you.

you don’t pull away, allowing him to press his lips to yours in a sweet yet soft kiss.

“can we go on a little drive?” you ask, pulling away. “i’m not ready to leave you yet and we didn’t exactly get to enjoy our song.”

“of course, hun. stay cuddled up with me because i can still feel you shivering.” you giggle and allow him to move back to the driver’s seat. once he starts the car again, you snuggle up to his side, circling your arms around his right one, which rests on your legs.

he clicks the radio off and instead hooks his phone up, playing the same song that sits in a playlist filled with other songs you two enjoy.

jacob drives around your neighborhood, seeing as it was getting late and he didn’t want to keep you for too long. when the song ends for the second time, he heads back to your house, but still, you don’t want to leave him.

“why don’t you stay over for the night?” you offer. “my mom’s gone with her boyfriend for the weekend, and she won’t be home until monday.”

“okay,” he agrees immediately, getting out of the car and following you inside.

soon, you two are cuddled up under your covers, jacob shirtless of course, and you in an old t-shirt of his and a pair of shorts.

“i’m sorry for starting a fight today. i just don’t want to lose you to someone else,” you whisper, avoiding eye contact by drawing random shapes on his chest. it rumbles beneath your touch.

“i already checked in with sam and he says it’s normal. no need to apologize, babe.”

silence falls between the two of you as you enjoy his presence for the first time in days.

“you’re my girl, and you always will be, okay?” he whispers against your forehead. you nod and snuggle closer to him. “no matter what.”

#jacob black #jacob black imagines #jacob black imagine #jacob black x reader #twilight #twilight new moon #twilight eclipse #the twilight saga #twilight trilogy #imagines #fanfiction #fanfic

[shorkbrian]

Oohh how would shouta and hizashi take their submissive readers virginity?

(What to expect - virginity, NSFW, dubcon, noncon. If you’re wondering the type of piercings Hizashi has, they’re dydoes (or kings head) and a pubic piercing. MxM penetration, anal plugs (Hizashi’s wearing one while he diddles u hehe))

Gently, I imagine.

If their darling is submissive, too afraid to run or fight, then there’s no need for them to be harsh.

They can take their time, be sweet and loving.

"Shhhh, you're getting loud." Hizashi holds a fingers to your lips as you lay there, panicked whimpers, distressed whines tumbling out of you.

Shouta huffs at the irony, his fingers working at the button on your jeans, then the zipper, then hooking into your belt loops, tugging the pants down easily as you begin to hyperventilate.

“Hey, hey, breathe with me, you’re alright.” Hizashi places a a hand against your chest, pressing you back against his warmth as he begin to take deep, steady breaths, encouraging you to do the same.

You can’t calm yourself though, eyes wide and fixed on the man in front of you, drawing your legs up and away from him as he rids you of your jeans, trying to keep your panties from his view.

If your wrists weren’t tied together, lashed to each other with soft, black ribbon, you’d be clutching at Shouta’s fingers as they ghost over your calves, up to your knees.

“P-please-” Is all you can whisper, fear settled so thoroughly in your body that you’re almost frozen.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to be gentle. ‘Zashi’s just holding you so you don’t wiggle too much and hurt yourself.” Shouta’s words are measured, steady even when he slips a hand between your knees and forces them apart.

You want to sob, but you can’t. Shouta breathes out a quiet “fuck” as he looks at your panties, running a finger across the waistband.

“She’s shaking like hell Sho.”

“It’ll be fine. It’s just nerves. Everyone’s nervous their first time.”

It’s nerves, it’s fear, it’s terror and dread. You’re horrified, and scared, and you’re shivering as if the room is freezing, even though it’s warm, cozy.

Hizashi dips down, brushes his lips against your neck, and you flinch, your shoulder rising to push his head away, his mustache tickling your flesh.

“Hah, you ticklish? That’s so cute.” The blonde coos, his arms circling around your stomach as his husband begins to tug down your panties. You’re sitting in Hizashi’s lap as Shouta strips you, the two men working together.

The blonde is already shirtless, pants-less, in nothing but boxers. You can feel his warm flesh through your hoodie, pressed against your back.

“My first time, I came in my pants.” Hizashi chuckled, thumbs rubbing at your sides. “Embarrassed myself to tears. The other dude thought it was hot, dropped right to his knees and pulled out my dick and got to suckin’. It kinda hurt, but he was fingerin’ himself at the same time and well, teenage-me was able to get it up immediately.”

You suppose he’s trying to ease your nerves.

Shouta gets your panties off, tosses them to the side as a hand grips each of your ankles, and then you’re spread wide.

A cry gets caught in your throat at the humiliation, Shouta and Hizashi both pausing to peer at your pussy, Hizashi letting out a low whistle.

“Damn, you’re a fuckin’ snack!”

Shouta lets go of your legs, and you snap them shut, closing your eyes as your cheeks burn.

“When I first had sex, I was a one-pump-chump. The girl I was with at the time said it was fine, but I didn’t know how to get her off. I’ve learned a lot since then.” The dark haired man offered his own story, hand slipping between your legs no matter how you twisted or clenched your thighs.

“Wooo! Imagine that, little ole Sho losin’ it after one stroke!”

“That’s what happens when you lose your virginity when you’re thirteen, ‘Zashi.” But Shouta has a gentle grin on his face, and his words held no malice towards his husband. Just two men in love recounting stories.

The dark-haired man leaned towards you, one of his fingers petting slowly over your folds as he did. Shouta wasn’t shy about kissing you, his lips warm, soft, stubble prickly against your skin.

He pulled back, breathing hotly against your lips. “How do you touch yourself? What feels good? I don’t want to overwhelm you, it’s easy to see that you’re sensitive.”

You trembled even harder, sniffling, closing your eyes as his finger still ran softly over your folds, barely touching.

“Sweetie-pop, can you show us? Show us how you want us to touch you down there.” Hizashi’s hands were playing with the edge of your hoodie, easing it up, his warm digits skimming against your skin.

Both men are waiting on your answer, watching you with lust-filled gazes as they run their hands over your skin. They’re already touching you, burning your skin, and you want to scream. All that comes out is a pathetic whimper.

“How do you masturabate? Do you like touching here-?” Aizawa presses his thumb to your clit, wiggles the digit and you tense, shaking your head. 

“-Here?” His fingers trail down to your entrance, one slowly beginning to push inside. You whimper again desperately, shaking your head side to side while looking at the man in front of you with pleading eyes.

“’K, this is gettin’ old-” Hizashi interjected. “I’ll ask one last time, and then Sho’ and I get to touch you however we want to, got it? How do you want us to touch your cute lil’ pussy?”

“I don’t know!” You wail, tears rolling down your cheeks. You’re so overwhelmed, and scared, and you just want to go home.

Neither man moves for a second, but then Hizashi is letting out a an excited sigh, hunching his back so he can kiss at your shoulder before questioning. “You don’t know?”

“I’ve never-never touched my-myself down there.” You manage to hiccup, and Shouta rubs your knee soothingly, his grey eyes trained on your face. 

“That’s alright, there’s no need to cry.” One of his hands cups your cheek, thumb brushing away salty tears. “We just want to make you feel good.”

You’d feel good if they took their hands off of you.

The hand that’s been rubbing over your folds becomes bolder, parting the lips of your cunt even as you try to squeeze your thighs shut. All that does is trap Shouta’s hand against you, his fingers sending little jolts of unsteady fire burning through your tummy.

“Mm, wait, please-” You whimper, desperate to escape this sensation.

Aizawa doesn’t wait.

Hizashi slips his nimble fingers underneath your hoodie, rucks it up over your chest and you burn with embarrassment at being exposed like this. You want to hide your face, but with your wrists bound, all you can do is cover your eyes with shaky fingers.

“Look at ‘er, god, you’re delicious. Just wanna eat you up! Sho, after you finger her, think I could eat her out? I wanna taste.”

His lewd words make you cringe, and you can’t even think about how it would feel, the blonde pressed between your thighs, tongue laving against you over and over-

“One thing at a time, she’s already a bit dazed. Maybe another time.” Shouta’s gently stimulating your clit, brushing his knuckles over it, watching you twitch with each pass of his fingers against the sensitive little organ.

“Alright, relax now, okay? Breath out for me.” The man instructs, and you could almost laugh; if the man thinks you could relax, he’s an idiot-

A wet finger pushes inside of you slowly, and you gasp brokenly, mouth falling open. There’s so much pressure, you feel stretched and it almost burns, but he’s not stopping.

There’s a squelch, and cool liquid rushes over your hole, slips inside as the finger slightly retracts, and you shudder at the feeling. It’s weird and you feel like you can’t breath.

The finger inside rubs at your walls, and your muscles clench at the foreign sensation, unsure whether it feels good or bad.

“Calm down, you’re okay. I’m just stretching you out. Tell me if something feels really good, alright?” Shouta is acting as if he’s speaking to a child, a spooked rabbit, a baby. His eyes keep flicking between your flushed face and your pussy, enamored by the way you suck his finger inside, at the feel of your velvety walls, the slick feeling that he can’t wait to experience hugging his cock.

“I can’t, I can’t, please-” 

“You can, doin’ so good for us sweetie.” Hizashi chirps, and you realize his hands are resting against your bare chest, idly squeezing at your breasts. You had been so focused on his partner’s actions that you had missed his coy advancement. 

One finger turns to two, and two fingers turns to three, and you’re quickly reduced to a sweaty, blubbering mess, begging the men to wait, to slow down, writhing in Hizashi’s lap while his husband violates you.

The pressure fades away to a comfortable stretch, and by the time Shouta begins to move his fingers with intent, you’re already close to your limit. Your thighs are still clenched together tightly, but the dark-haired man has plenty of room to maneuver his hand, moving his fingers in and out, letting his thumb tickle your clit.

You can’t stop your legs from shaking, abs clenching in pleasure, little noises that fall from your mouth without your permission. It feels good now, and Aizawa and Hizashi seem to know it, speeding up their movements, manipulating your body as a team.

The orgasm that washes over you is gentle, the build up to it steady and measured. The pleasure is expected, and yet it still hits you like a train, hips jerking against Shouta’s hand as he continues to finger you through it, a smile on his face as you drench his hand, pussy drooling.

“I’m sorry, oh no-oh no I made a-a m-mess.” You sob, mortified at your body, at your reaction, feeling gross and disgusting and a sweaty mess while both men watch you fall apart.

But Shouta just slips his hand from between your thighs, holds it out towards you expectantly. You’re confused, still trying to hide your face behind your bound hands, but then the man behind you is leaning forward, sucking Shouta’s fingers into his mouth, right next to your face.

You can hear him sucking your juices off his husband’s fingers, feel the shame coloring your cheeks deepen and spread. He’s so noisy about it, licking the digits, running his fingers between them, and your pussy clenches when you catch sight of a piercing nestled in the middle of his tongue.

You feel dizzy.

“Mmm, just like I though-” Hizashi purrs as he cleans his husband’s hand. He pulls back, growls in your ear “-Delicious.”

Then the two men are switching positions, Hizashi handing you off to Aizawa who settles you easily onto your back, head in his lap. Hizashi pulls at your hips, lifting them up to stuff a folded pillow underneath them, and you begin to realize what’s happening.

“Wait! Please! Hold on, I-I-just wait, oh god, please wait!” The fear is evident as your voice cracks pathetically, but you aren’t above begging.

“’Zashi’s a bit smaller than I am, figured that he’ll be nicer to ease you into it. If-” He shoots his husband a glare “-He keeps his cool.”

Hizashi was grinning as he shucked of his boxers, completely shameless as he revealed himself to you. “Hey, can’t blame a man for bein’ a bit excited. I mean, look at this little sweetie, all laid out like this.”

You felt exposed, afraid. Hizashi’s length bobbed against his stomach as he moved forward, grabbing your legs and settling them on either side of his hips.

There was a piercing in his cock, several piercings.

He was circumcised, with a prominent mushroom tip that held three prominent barbells along the edge. Another barbell glinted ominously behind the curve of his dick, settled right at the base on the top, blonde pubic hair trimmed neatly to showcase the piercing. 

“No, no please don’t. I’ll do anything, please, just not this! Please, please-”

“The piercings feel really good.” Shouta murmured, one hand cradling your head, the other pressed to your chest underneath your hoodie, keeping you anchored to the bed as you squirmed.

“I got this one ‘specially for you sweetie!” Hizashi took hold of his dick, pointed it down to show off the barbell in his pubic area, displaying it to you proudly. “It’s supposed to hit your cute lil’ clit when we’re going at it.”

The words washed over you, and the severity of your situation hit you. The planning required to get a piercing, have it heal-plus the idea that he expected to be actively using it with you again and again....

You started bawling.

“P-please! Don’t do this, please don’t! No no no no, no, no-” Your words were garbled, practically nonsensical, but that’s what you were trying to say. Whether or not they could understand you was out of your control.

“Hey, shh, shh. You’re okay sweetie.” The blonde placed a hand on your thigh, but that only served to make you sob harder.

“Calm down, we aren’t going to hurt you. It’ll feel good (Y/N).”

“No-oo! ‘M scared!!” You cried, and if your vision wasn’t blurry from tears, you’d have seen Hizashi’s green eyes soften, his lips twitch downward into a concerned frown. 

The married couple looked at each other, Hizashi hesitant and moved by your teary display, but Shouta was firm.

“You’ll be okay. It’s normal to be a bit frightened during your first time. But ‘Zashi and I have a lot of experience, we’re going to take good care of you.”

You don’t have time to protest, Hizashi settling between your thighs again, those long hands of his guiding his cock to your drooling entrance.

Shouta’s kissing you then, insist, his tongue pressing against your lips, distracting you.

Hizashi pushes inside, you gasp, and Shouta plunges his tongue into your mouth. There’s too much sensation, between the warm rod settling into you and the slimy tongue slipping around your own, and you can’t do anything but cry.

You cry when Shouta pulls back, when he places a soft, uncharacteristic kiss to your nose, brushes your tears away with his hand.

You cry when Hizashi groans, finally seating himself balls-deep in your cunt.

You cry when he pulls out, thrust back in with a smooth roll of his hips, swearing underneath his breath.

Shouta leans over you, grabs his husband by the back of the head and pulls him in for a passionate kiss. Long blond hair slips over Hizashi’s shoulders, tickles against your skin but it’s just another sensation that you can barely register, overwhelmed and already too fucked-out to focus.

The piercing at the base of Hizashi’s cock does stimulate your clit, especially when the man presses himself flush against you, circling his hips in a quick grinding motion. The metal rubs against your folds and you feel like screaming, it feels good but you don’t want it to.

The metal through the flared mushroom tip keeps brushing against a spot inside you that has you seeing sparks, but you still feel uncomfortable, too full, too stretched.

Hizashi fucks you slow, his husband petting awkwardly at your face.

Minutes pass, you’re not sure how long, but then Hizashi is going a bit faster, then faster again, Shouta’s telling him to slow down, but the blonde pants out “Can’t Sho’, she feels so damn good-”

The metal keeps grinding across your clit, and then you’re shrieking as an orgasm slams into you full-force out of nowhere.

It had been feeling good, but the combination of the tip of Hizashi’s cock hitting your sweet spot, plus the barbell along his pubic bone rubbing your little nub as he humped your cunt had you spasming, mouth dropping open and your eyes rolling back.

The next few moments are hazy, but you know Hizashi pulls out, lets out a low groan and then there's a bit of warmth striping across your stomach. Aizawa is saying something in that low baritone of his, but you don’t know what.

Your limbs feel like jelly, you feel too hot but chilled at the same time, feverish, sweaty. Shouta pats your cheek “Still with us?”

“Uhnh....” 

Aizawa laughed then, a full, throaty sound that made his stomach quake, and both you and Hizashi looked at him in surprise.

It was rare for the man to make such a noise.

“You good Sho’?” Hizashi asked, a puzzled smile on his face. Aizawa nodded, calming himself down a bit to respond, a broad grin still plastered across his features.

“I’m more than good, this is.... you were perfect.” The last bit is directed at you, and Aizawa leans down to kiss you, even though it’s clumsy and awkward. Still, he persists.

When he breaks away, he reaches for his husband, and pecks him on the lips, before shuffling backwards on the bed, your head sliding off his lap.

“Do’ya wanna lay down sweetie-pop? Or sit in the chair and watch?”

“Wha-?” You blink at the blonde, a hand rubbing at your puffy eyes. You’re thirsty.

“She’s exhausted, have her lay down. Plus, you can kiss her when you start getting too loud.” Aizawa prompts his husband, and Hizashi swats playfully at the dark-haired man, but heeds his advice.

You’re maneuvered up the bed, until your head rests on the pillows. Your wrists stay tied though, and your brows knit in confusion. Are they leaving?

No, Aizawa’s removing his boxers, Hizashi’s on his knees, his face by yours scrunched up as he reaches back to his rear.

A glimpse of Shouta’s cock, and you’re suddenly extremely grateful that you had been under his husband, and not taking the monster Shouta had been hiding behind his boxers.

But your attention is torn away by Hizashi, who’s holding up.... a plug, shiny with lube.

Shouta shuffles behind him, grabs his husband’s hips, and then Hizashi is kissing you, whimpering into your mouth as Shouta enters him.

You can’t find it in yourself to feel sorry for Hizashi. At least he’s going to enjoy himself, sharing that part of himself with someone he loves.

Bitterness rises within you as you realize; you aren’t able to say the same.

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[banqdanfnfic]

which, as they kiss, consume | jjk

you just wanted to get a tattoo from your boyfriend

pairing: tattoo artist!jk x reader

genre: established relationships au, tattoo artist au, smut

word count: 4k

warnings: unprotected sex, biting, making out, grinding, licking, nipple play, jk has a lip ring, oral (f receiving), fingering, shy jk and oc, sexual tension, slight choking, slight aftercare

♫ : Streets by Doja Cat, Candy by Doja Cat

♡ Aesthetics: Playlist | Moodboard

He visibly chokes on his glass of beer as he almost snaps his neck to meet your gaze. He could say that you were awfully drunk and hence the sudden confession out of the blue, but behind your heavy lidded eyes, Jungkook could sense that you were serious.

“You what?”, he gulps abruptly, moving closer to your face, doe eyes pleading to repeat yourself.

“Yes Kook. I want that tattoo on my breasts. I’ve decided”.

It’s not that Jungkook didn’t have experience in his career with inking on different parts of a human body. He just had never given a tattoo to someone who is romantically associated with him and the thought of seeing you half naked made him chuck down the rest of his drink in one go.

The most physical he had ever gotten with you was a kiss shared occasionally since it’s only been over two weeks you had started dating. Okay maybe you made out once in his car but that’s it. It never got to the point of shedding clothes or anything intense.

“Are you sure?”

You giggle at the sudden hoarseness in his voice and nod positive. Ironic how his aura never matched his personality. His inked skin, athletic body proportions covered in black monochrome bad boy outfits gave out default energy that he is a local heartthrob with multiple chicks wrapped around his finger each night and a heavy demeanor to carry in his smirk.

You were one of those believers until Jungkook asked you out in the most hopeless romantic way possible after constantly visiting the café you work in, a few shops besides his parlor. He was a gentleman with respectful boundaries, warm hands to hold yours and sweet sensual kisses though you are pretty sure he probably has a good game.

For any outsider it looked like those cliché bad boy and shy girl love stories, but for real both of you were a good percentage of introverts.

Jungkook runs his tongue around his lip ring while he is stressfully ruffling his dark locks into a mess. He is trying to explain his reasons to postpone your decision considering how shy he got at this point. But then that’s exactly why you were requesting him with soft eyes, it would be so uncomfortable to be shirtless in front of anybody else. Or maybe it’s your way of saying the relationship is open for higher levels of physical affection.

After debating around in vain, he finally hums and clears one of his slots for his beloved client.

Friday approaches way quicker than you assumed and now your heart is beating in your throat. Right after you are done cleaning the tables, you have to make it to Jungkook’s parlor for your appointment.

Running on three hours of sleep, black under eyes even after a decent amount of makeup, you groan as you check yourself out in the mirror. You opted for a simple shirt and skirt (also known as the outfit you bought for occasions with Jungkook), light beach waves resting on your shoulders. Hoping that a few cups of coffee will save you, you stride across the street to stop before the infamous parlor he worked in. Hopefully the full body shave and chocolate body butter has kept its excellence on your skin below the clothing.

The door chimes as it opens with a dragged creak on the musky wooden flooring. It felt like an otherworld where air smelled like men’s perfume and faint tint of cigarettes. In other words, intoxicating.

You ask the first person you meet at the reception, one of Jungkook’s companions at the shop and he assists you to his cabin located at a comfortably remote location.

His space is hidden with a simple black curtain. You are met with Jungkook’s back facing you, working determinately on a client’s arm and cares to spare a glance only when the guy with you is informing him about your presence.

“This will be over in a few”, he grins to your face and goes back to focusing his coil on the skin of a woman in her late twenties laying down his chair. The vibration from his inking machine fills in the silence and you excuse yourself to sit on a small black couch beside them.

This was the first time watching him at work and now you can understand why people rumored so much about his attitude because damn it is intimidating.

Brows knit together and inked muscles flex as he drags the needles around for finishing touches. Meanwhile you can pretty much smell the drool from the woman who is shamelessly checking out your boyfriend. Though you are pretty sure Jungkook gets such glances more than he can count every day, you can’t help but feel jealous. Partly because of the childish possessiveness and partly because you want to be the reason behind his dark eyes and intricate concentration, in profession or not.

To stop from mentally throwing daggers on the client’s way, you grab a random fashion magazine from the side table and flip through pages, though other four senses are inclined on your man. With a close attention to his low sigh you conclude that he is done.

The customer with now a fresh tattoo on her arm is discussing random useless topics to get him to talk, a very vain job realizing how Jungkook doesn’t bat a friendly lash at anybody, especially to those who hit on him. To be honest a large part of the ink business was linked with the obsession to attractive people who worked here, even if it meant trading an area of your skin. You grip the edges of the magazine a bit hard, not able to contain the sanity particularly at the high pitch voice she mumbles in before finally leaving his cabin.

A little excited and a lot nervous, you stand up as Jungkook bids goodbye to the third person.

He is quick to notice your discomfort, though not sure if it was the woman or the thought of finally getting the tattoo, he knew you were nervous and surviving in several cups of espresso by the dark circles slowly showing through the faded layers of your concealer. But nothing pulls down the opinion he has about you, beautiful and simple, no dramatics attached.

“Hey are you okay?”

You nod as soon as you sit down on the black tattoo chair, shifting a little to find a comfortable position. He is taking out a box full of equipment and fine needles, already making you break a sweat at the side of your forehead.

But more than that, it’s the way he is sharp and professional that catches your attention more.

You have never seen Jungkook this serious before. The choice of his vetiver perfume digging through your nostrils was driving you insane. If he doesn’t smile soon, you are going to melt into a puddle at his gaze.

“Are you nervous?”, he smirks this time, a newfound reason for your worsening gut health.

It’s mostly going in cycles at this point. Every bit of his skilled motion causes a vigorous hormonal reaction which initiates his next set of effortless teasing.

“I’m a little nervous”, you say, fiddling with your freshly painted nude nails.

“Me too”

It’s something you least expect to come out of his mouth observing how confident he looks right now. He basically has you cornered with his gaze. But whenever he had been truthful about his emotions it felt like a hug.

“I can take off my shirt too, so that we are even. Is that okay?”

He said it so softly like he is handling a child and the duality of the situation had your mind fogged and limbs frozen for a few minutes.

“Yeah it’s okay” It’s far beyond than okay. It’s great actually.

Jeon Jungkook is ripped, a Greek God sculptured masterpiece covered in self designed artwork you are more than happy to wake up to every morning. He hears you gulp at the feast before your eyes while he discards his black t-shirt to a nearby chair.

Now you don’t know if this whole thing is supposed to warm your heart or make you play several erotic fantasies like a movie before your eyes.

Both of you share a small smile while his long fingers are tugging at the hem of your shirt and pulling it up over your head.

He almost wishes you don’t opt to wear a bra but he is met with lacy black, a-bit-over your-usual-budget fabric hugging the roundness of your breasts.

It seemed like you were way too competitive about today. Anything less than complete awe from Jungkook for you was straight disappointment, you don't want anything less.

Well it seems like it did from how blown his pupils were at this point. He peels his gaze off your chest with a sharp gulp to look at your eyes suddenly devoid of any fear and staring back at him with all ease. He is filled with an exapnse of warmth and he isn't sure why does spending just a little amount of time with you had such a grip on him. He can’t wait to propose the idea of getting a couple tattoo together soon and as far as you know how Jungkook is, he is very serious with his body art so apparently he does trust you a lot already.

“Where exactly are you trying to get it?”, his voice is a lot deeper suddenly as he waits for your fingers to guide to his canvas.

You softly trace the spot at the upper circumference of your right boob, “Here”.

You suck a breath through your nose as his own fingers are mimicking your gesture, lightly pulling down the lace to inspect the fitting of the design at hand.

These violent delights have violent ends

And in their triumph die, like fire and powder

Jungkook traces each word on your burning skin, now leaning dangerously close which was questioning your control to put your palms flat on his pecs. He doesn’t notice that though, his mind is busy creating his own fantasies about the women under him.

After two minutes and twenty four second long of inspection and mutual thirst, Jungkook is selecting a bunch of needles to set into the rotary machine. Five fine sharp like a painter's brush moves in and out at a set regularity as Jungkook tests it out.

The next of his actions had you flushed into a pool of crimson. He gently lifts up your resting torso with one hand while the other is unclasping the hook of your bra, making you half naked for the sake of the tattoo.

"I'm going to start", he says shyly.

You still have time to save yourself from the growing phobia for the object, but another unlogical part of your brain says it's a piece of cake considering you have a whole distracting full course meal in front of you.

It stings at first. Well, okay it hurts like hell but your face is devoid of any indication, except your right hand is gripping on the rim of the chair for dear life.

Jungkook on the other hand had never felt this much diversion of mind during his work. He knows that you are probably hurting very badly, especially for a first timer. He is biting into his lip ring, trying to get this over with for the well-being of your pain and his hormones.

After he had scribed one word into your dermis, you are no longer able to contain the ache so you give out a small squeak out of your glossed lips and the vibration of the machine at his hands stops as he looks at you.

"You want me to stop? ", he is relaxing his face as he cups yours with one hand. You don't want to answer that question, but the drumroll of the current situation is making your heart flutter and everything about the little burn on your chest is forgotten.

"No. It does hurt but I'll be fine I guess", you whisper. His breath is mixing with yours slowly as he is leaning more towards your face. If it isn't for a kiss then you are likely to be disappointed.

"It'll be over before you know it. I'll make it quick", and then he kisses you, a small act to get off the pressure of sexual tension between your bare upper bodies.

Before you think of any tongue in the act, he is breaking off the contact and returns to his position on your chest. He misses the pout that forms on your mouth but right now both of your heads are in cloud nine.

The pain starts again, only this time you are busy reliving how his lips felt in yours; soft, firm and controlled.

You gasp when you feel one of his hands cupping your right breast to further his design but it's lowkey an act empowered by lust which is straining behind the so called professional eyes.

You just sit there flustered out of your mind and then Jungkook is suddenly squeezing, full palm hiding your breasts like it's a protected treasure, but he isn't showing the slightest facial expression other than determined eyes and his lower lip caught between his teeth.

Fuck you can't take it anymore. Jungkook can feel your nipples harden against his hand and his brain isn't helping much to concentrate on the design. But by the grace of some positive karma left on his side, he makes it through the long text and when he is letting go of your chest and standing tall, your skin is popping out with redness on the places the text lays embedded.

He fishes out a mirror for you to look.

"It looks beautiful thank you Jungkook", you smile.

"Can I give you one more tattoo on your left one?", he asks while you are contemplating whether going through the pain is worth it, not to mention you really want to get back at a private space with Jungkook as soon as possible.

"It won't hurt I promise", and then he is kissing you a lot filthier than before; all tongue and teeth, while his hands are grazing on the skin of your waist, pressing a little firmer than before.

The coldness of his lip ring rivaled around your mouth, and you try sucking on it to which Jungkook responds with a growl and pushes his body adamantly against yours.

Skin to skin, you are lost in euphoria of everything happening and finally, you roam your eager hands around his body, to his pecs and the definition of abs.

As your fingers scraped against his scalp, Jungkook is biting eagerly down your jawline to your collarbone and continues his ministrations at a particular spot which is bringing out melodic moan variation from you.

He is going down your skin, licking on your left boob before he starts planting violet tattoos as he had promised. As if it couldn't get better, he is massaging the right breast, in a way to soothe pain.

He loses it when you stutter his name, but he is just a fucking tease when it comes to making love and doing anything in a public space is the last thing he wants to do. There isn't much room for all that he wants right now.

"Why did you choose this particular tattoo Y/n?", he rasps while he is planting small pecks on his artwork, and you reply when he is finally eye level with you

"I just felt like it's a good one", your breaths are uneven and mostly caught in your neck. He pecks your lips before speaking, "Those are lines from Romeo and Juliet".

He takes your hands to trace over a line of text among the many designs on his chest.

which, as they kiss, consume

"We pretty much have a couple tattoo now Y/n", his breath is matched with your pace and you are not very sure how to respond to this new knowledge.

"That's… hot"

You break into giggles along with him, he just can't stop dragging his lips around your skin, but he isn't able to word his feelings right now either.

"I have some aftercare healing ointment for the tattoo at my place, wanna come over?" Now that may be a little lame of an excuse to get his little friend out of his pants but you are too unfazed to analyse any of that.

His hands find place on your ass under the skirt as soon as the door to his apartment closes, and before you know it, you are in his bedroom, sitting on the soft mattress and tongue lost devouring each other.

While eagerly getting rid of every article of clothing, Jungkook notices that you don't have your bra on beneath the shirt, so it's probably back at the parlour, but none of you have the slightest care for it, might as well make an excuse with it later to fuck you in his cabin.

He is pushing you farther towards the headboard, him on top, grinding sensenslesy while your lips mould with his. Though he has his whole body pressed against you, you can't seem to feel his weight at the slightest, every one of his actions were just balanced and perfect.

As Jungkook goes down on you, his smile is evident against your skin, finally able to find out how every one of those scenarios in his head will come to look like. He lets out a satisfied hum being finally able to suck on your tits, your fingers finding place on his hair, twisting it out of stimulation.

His pelvis is flushed harshly against yours, grinding and rubbing against your pussy for as long as he is rejoicing the feeling of moving his tongue around both the nipples.

He stops rubbing after some point and you whimper at the loss but his fingers are soon to meet your core as a quick apology. All your later moans are muffled on his mouth once again.

Feeling the controlled movements of his fingers on your clit, you dig your nails down on his toned shoulders. It's becoming impossible to reciprocate his lewd movements of tongue on your lips at this point as the excitement between your thighs is growing every passing second.

Your mouth remains slightly parted as he removes his face to watch you squirm underneath, lips swollen, deep red and glossy from all the saliva.

He pecks at the shell of your ear before going down past your navel.

You haven't had much heads in the twenty years of your life, most of the guys being completely against the idea which made you feel insecure to bring up the topic in bed, but Jungkook does it like his life depends on it.

He growls at the sight of you dripping into his sheets and he seems to enjoy the idea of being the influence behind it. But none is going through your head at the moment, not the metal on his lips grazing against your folds, or the fact that Jungkook is grinning each time you cry his name, it feels unreal to feel something like this.

His mouth is wrapping against your entrance and he is balancing your lower body on his palms to help him reach the right depths inside you. While all you can muster up is the strength to grope the bedsheets in your fist and close your eyes at the pleasure.

Jungkook brings his head higher to give some attention to the throbbing clit, catching it between his teeth and triggering the bundle of nerves just the perfect dose to have your hips jolting up to his face.

He can't take it himself when you are now whining and chasing for your release, so he is slightly humping against the bed to get some friction.

He licks a slow stripe up till your abdomen and slowly raises to your face, already fucked out and dishevelled to keep up with his dominant orbs.

He swears he had never felt so much warmth and care for sex with any of his previous partners, in relationship or not, all he could think is how good can he treat the pleading eyes underneath him.

"Is there something you like that you want me to do?", he says, fingers grazing once again to your crotch to not deny you from his contact. Only this time he is exploring the tightness of your pretty cunt with two skillful fingers.

Is there? You are not sure. Or in other words you are too caught up at the sense of him fingering you. It's not like you had enough experience or people who cared enough to ask that question. It astounds you that never in this entire foreplay he asked for any favor for himself.

"I'm not sure…", you whisper and then maybe you have something on your mind " um I guess I would like to be choked" Okay this felt embarrassing.

He smiles before sliding his free hand from your lips to your neck, and applies slight force, careful to not hurt you in the slightest bit.

"Is that fine?"

"Yeah", you muffle through the decreasing course of air.

He pulls up your face by the throat to attach lips once more. He just can't seem to get enough of kissing you senseless. Then, the tip of his long ignored cock is teasing the length of your pussy twice before it's stretching you out to the brim.

Bodies flushed and hot, his pace is deep and slow, making sure to kiss the cervix every time he is inside.

He watches as your eyes close shut and flutters around whenever he is grazing against your sweet spot. Both of your ears lost and eager for the moans looming out of each other, his more like what he sounds at the gym. Nice observation Y/n.

In this span of sexual energy you shared, you can make some obvious conclusions. Sex with him was surreal, both in terms of domination and the care he had. Rocking against him and keeping up with his hips was attainable— Compared to the intense eye contact he tries to hold, or the way he cups the side of your face and rubs the pad of his thumb on your cheeks while he kisses you during sinking back in, or the way his eyes glow at the beauty of your body open for him. It makes you feel special and it's difficult to respond to these gestures when you never felt this way before.

Jungkook could tell that from your face, but he hopes he lasts with you enough to help you know the worth you hold. You couldn't think too much about anything when you are busy squeezing around his length and coming twice in the first ten minutes.

By the third orgasm Jungkook is nearing his own and he pulls out to pump a few times before coming on your stomach.

"Was it okay?", his voice is all over the place, still balancing his body on his arms while you are amazed by his strength.

"It was amazing Jungkook", you smile. You have known a lot about Jungkook over the few dates you spent with him. That he likes literature, classics and philosophy, designs tattoos as a subconscious thing, that his game is A-1, and he likes working out almost three hours a day. Good for you. But it wasn't until now you know him to be gentle, like he is afraid to crush you under a feather touch. You don't know him as someone who is staring deep into your face after a good fuck, speaks nothing, smiles widely, and plants a peck on your forehead before getting off the bed.

He does the honors of cleaning both of your bodies with a towel, it's not like you have any strength left in you anyway. And then pulls out an ointment from the bedside table and plops next to your body.

"There. You need this to protect the tattoo", he takes off the nozzle and applies a required amount against the words on your chest and massages against them.

"Now go to sleep Juliet", he mocks, pulling up the sheets over you both "good night".

You snuggle against his hard chest, kissing his pecs before resting on it, "Good night Romeo".

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a/n: this is my first time writing smut and i basically died of second hand embarrassment during the process. pardon for my untalented ass, i tried this wip continuously for a week and i seriously don't think it could get anything better though it's probably not much.

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