#they've been through so much if you sit here and think ab it

[willbee-1]

⟟ look at Vast and go

You've seen the horrors and you are the horrors

#bound smp #bound smp vast #vast cadere #all of this said in a /pos way #they've been through so much if you sit here and think ab it #she needs a hug honestly- #and time to look after themselves-

[edenesth]

The Way to His Heart [8]

Pairing: general!Seonghwa x wife!reader

AU: arranged marriage au (Joseon era)

Word Count: 3.6k

Summary: Life has been hell ever since your mother's passing many years ago. Despite being from a prominent family, you've never received the privileges associated with it. It only got worse with the arrival of your stepmother and her daughters. When the intimidating General Park was in search of a wife, your father seized the opportunity to dispose of you, simultaneously securing a connection with the powerful general—killing two birds with one stone.

Part 7 | Fic Masterlist | Part 9

"Sir, the dressmaker has arrived with the mistress' first batch of clothes. Should I send him directly to the House of Lotus?" Jongho asked tentatively from the entrance of his master's study.

Removing his hands from his head, Seonghwa looked up and shook his head miserably, "Lord, no. Send him to me first," The assistant bowed and went to do as he was told, "Right away, sir."

Hongjoong entered the study without bothering to knock, hands propped on his hip as he stared at your husband, unamused, "Would you mind explaining why I'm here instead of presenting the new clothes to your wife, Park Seonghwa?"

"I need advice, Hongjoong." The general croaked, feeling quite lost for once. He had rarely ever been in such a situation; who knew all it took was one woman to put him in such misery. Not even the most vicious enemies he had fought in war could have ever fazed him this much.

He returned from work the day before, enthusiastically sharing his plans for the grand wedding he wanted to give you. However, things went south when he dropped the bomb about the visit to your old home, foolishly believing you would express joy at the prospect of flaunting your newfound happiness to your wicked family. Instead, you were gripped with fear at the idea. You ended up retiring to your quarters early and refused to come out ever since.

Goddamnit, I'm the biggest moron ever.

The dressmaker raised an amused brow, having never seen Seonghwa like this before. He went over to sit down across from his friend, "Hmm, I didn't think you'd be having trouble in paradise this soon. Let's hear it; we'll see if there's anything I can do for you and that lovely wife of yours."

Taking a deep breath, your husband started from the beginning, recounting every single thing that happened from the start of your arranged marriage until the present.

"Wait, you're taking her back to that wretched place? No wonder she's upset, you idiot! You said it yourself; she suffered so badly being caged in there all her life. I mean, sure, your cause is very noble—wanting to make her family pay for what they've done with this plan of yours. But you'd been so focused on that, you forgot how traumatising it could be for her, huh? You really didn't think that one through, my friend."

Letting out a groan, the general pulled at his hair, "Yes, thank you for repeating it all to me like I didn't already know what I did wrong. Now, tell me what exactly it is that I can do to make it all better."

"You're welcome. Oh, I'll tell you what to do, all right. You best keep your dumbass seated here while I talk to her," instructed Hongjoong, watching expectantly as your husband frowned, "What? Why should you talk to her? It's my mess; I should be the one to clean it up."

Sighing, the dressmaker explained, "Look, we all know the only way for you to make things better is to not take her back to the damn house at all. But you do have a point, okay? You've come this far with your plan, and as much as it sucks, she must go there with you in order for this to work out. So, you stay put, and let me convince her to go willingly with you, got it?"

Seonghwa nodded reluctantly, realising his friend was right. As much as he hated how charming Hongjoong was and how persuasive he could be, he would have to rely on those skills to help you see things in the bigger picture. Sure, you were not privy to any details about the revenge, but hopefully, he will be able to make you at least want to stand up to your family for once.

"Lady Park, it's Hongjoong. I've brought your first batch of clothing. May I have permission to enter?" Blinking in surprise, you straightened up, not expecting to hear the dressmaker's voice, "O-okay, please come in."

Despite the anxious state you'd been in since the revelation your husband had dropped upon you the night before, you couldn't help but smile at the unusually colourful outfit of your visitor. Eunsook followed behind him with a group of servants filing in to deliver the precious cargo into your quarters.

The head maid felt relieved to see you smiling again, even if it was only a little. She had been concerned about you after witnessing your retreat into your old shell the previous night, as the fear you demonstrated reminded everyone of your initial arrival.

In an effort to distract you from your upsetting thoughts, the dressmaker quickly pulled out a few designs he thought you'd love, "Come, take a look at this! I made it the way you preferred and added a little touch of my magic. What do you think?"

Fortunately, his strategy worked like a charm, and you immediately moved over to him with sparkly eyes, marvelling at some of the most beautiful hanboks you'd ever seen, even prettier than the ones he had displayed in his shop.

As you admired the clothes in front of you, Hongjoong exchanged a knowing look with the elderly woman. Nodding, she quietly exited your room along with the rest of the servants, leaving you alone with your husband's old friend.

But you weren't entirely alone, of course.

Unbeknownst to you, Seonghwa was right outside, listening intently. He didn't spare any of his servants a glance as they all passed by him with a deep bow, waving his hand carelessly in a gesture to ask them to leave quickly.

"Hey, you haven't answered me. Do you like them, Lady Park?" The dressmaker asked, a teasing smile on his face as he found your endearing shyness adorable.

You nodded quickly, "Yes, I do. I love them. They're all perfect. I just... don't know if I deserve to wear any of these." The general felt his heart clench at your response, realising you were still far from being able to love yourself.

With a scoff, Hongjoong moved to stand beside you, "I'll have you know I only make dresses for people I deem worthy of them. Not just anyone can wear my designs, you know. And you, by far, are probably my favourite client. So that says a lot."

Your husband silently agreed with those words, resisting the urge to rush in there and hold you tight, to tell you that you deserved only the best, that you deserved everything good in the world.

Lowering your head, you fiddled with your fingers before replying in a small voice, "You're only saying that because I'm the general's wife..."

Sighing lightly, the dressmaker turned to face you, "You're not wrong... but that's exactly because not just anyone can be Lady Park. Many women before you tried to be in your position. Regardless of their efforts, he never would have given them the time of day. Yet, he wholeheartedly accepted you."

Recognising the doubt in your eyes, he further explained, "I understand if you think these are just words. But that's probably because you don't know the general like I do. We've known each other since joining the military in our teens. Back then, the Seonghwa I knew would never bat an eyelash at any woman."

As you slowly looked up to meet his kind eyes, intrigued to learn more about your husband's past, he continued, "Those rumours about him being the cold-blooded general were not lies. He really was as merciless as they say. He still is, just not to you. When I saw him again for the first time after years that day, I couldn't believe the man in front of me was the same friend I once knew. He's different around you; he's different because of you."

"It's evident that you're special to him, that you mean something to him. He cares so much about you; do you realise that?"

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you hurriedly blinked them back. The thought of someone genuinely caring for you still seemed surreal despite the amount of care that had been shown to you since living here. However, you were starting to understand that he was right.

Hongjoong grinned, seeing the effectiveness of his words, "You're the first and only woman who can tame Park Seonghwa, so you are beyond worthy of my dresses."

Before you could even attempt to protest, he held up a hand, "And don't bother telling me I'm wrong because I'm never wrong."

You couldn't help but giggle at his sassy words, and he smiled sincerely at you, saying, "So don't you dare question whether you deserve these clothes. You're the only one who deserves them because these are made only for you, do you understand?"

This time, you nodded with a wide smile.

"I want you to wear my dresses proudly and show the world who you are: the great Lady Park, the only woman General Park wants as his wife. No one will dare disrespect or look down on you again."

Feeling as if he knew exactly what had been worrying you, you felt touched. He was right; you were not who you used to be. You had no reason to cower from your family, recalling their belittling assumptions about your survival in this marriage. Now was your chance to prove them wrong.

With newfound determination, you nodded firmly, "You're right, I will. Thank you, Hongjoong. You're a good friend; Seonghwa is lucky to have you."

He crossed his arms over his chest cheekily, "I sure am. That fool hasn't a clue how fortunate he is."

Mission accomplished.

Pumping his fists in victory, your husband silently cheered outside, brushing off the playful taunts from his friend. Just this once, he would forgive Kim Hongjoong.

"Are you ready, my dear?"

The general turned to you as your carriage came to a stop, marking your arrival at what you assumed to be the Jang estate, your former prison. With a resolute nod, you smiled up at him, "I am."

As you moved to exit the vehicle, your husband halted you. Cupping your face in his hands, he gazed reassuringly into your eyes, "Remember, whatever happens, I'm here with you. You're not alone from now on; I'll always be here to protect you."

"I know, Seonghwa. I believe in you."

His heart melted at those words, and he couldn't resist pressing a lingering kiss onto your forehead. You fluttered your eyes closed, holding onto his wrists, cherishing the warmth he was providing.

"Alright, let's go." Leaving one final peck on your cheek, he got out of the carriage and swiftly helped you down, his strong arm securely wrapped around your waist. Eunsook stood there, mouth agape, that was initially meant to be her responsibility but she realised her assistance was no longer needed at the moment.

Jongho grinned, nudging the elderly woman on the shoulder as they followed their master and mistress into the minister's estate, "Come on, we've got work to do."

Taking a deep breath, you surveyed the familiar surroundings that once made you feel small. Feeling a reassuring squeeze on your hand, you found comfort in your husband's presence.

Yes, he's here with you now.

Nothing bad will happen.

His grip on your hand tightened, and his warm smile, reserved only for you, vanished when a few of your father's servants nervously stumbled out, bowing deeply before both of you, "Good morning, General Park. Welcome to the Jang estate."

The brave front you had put on seemed to falter slightly as you realised the servants here remained the same, showing no acknowledgement despite you no longer being their prisoner. Seonghwa, glaring at the maids in front of him, growled in a low voice, "You've left out Lady Park. Will you not greet my wife?"

Gulping on behalf of the servants, you witnessed the return of the general's intimidating demeanour. Hongjoong was right; he was still terrifying, just not to you.

The maids bowed deeper, "B-but sir—"

"What is going on here?" That voice resonated across the courtyard, causing your heart to plummet to the lowest pit of your stomach. Perhaps you weren't ready to face them at all. Your father emerged from the main hall, wearing an expression that was far from pleased.

You pressed closer to your husband, and instinctively, he wrapped an arm around your back, pulling you close. The minister's eyebrow raised in surprise at your refined appearance; he nearly did not recognise you. You were even more stunning than on the day you left this place, seemingly given a complete makeover.

Aside from that, he realised the general had meant his words when he had spoken so highly of you during assembly. Witnessing the intimacy between the two of you, there was undeniable evidence of shared affection. Your father began to question whether marrying you to his enemy was a mistake in the first place.

Seonghwa smirked, "Ahh, Minister Jang, it seems your servants do not know proper manners. They did not greet my wife, and that, to me, is punishable."

The old man felt his eye twitch at the general's satisfied grin before responding, "Well, I'm their master, so I decide what is punishable, General Park."

"Right, well, I'm just looking out for you. Wouldn't want people to find out what rotten-mannered staff my father-in-law has in his estate, not knowing how to show respect to even the general's wife."

"You do realise that before she became your wife, she's my daughter first." Your father sneered, and you felt sick at that, to be called his daughter when you've never once been treated as such.

Remaining unfazed, your husband retorted, "All the more reasons for them to show respect to their eldest miss then, no?"

Jongho and Eunsook bowed their heads in an effort to hide their snickers at the minister's red face flushing in embarrassment. He should have known better than to think he could win the general in an argument, "R-right. What are you fools standing around for? Show Lady Park some bloody respect!"

The line of servants bowed all the way down pathetically, "Yes, master! Good morning, General Park and Lady Park! Welcome to the Jang estate!" They chanted loudly, enough to bring about the rest of your family, coming out to witness what all the fuss was about.

"Very well, let us head in then." With a bored expression, Seonghwa walked into the hall with you, moving right past your stepmother and stepsisters intentionally, paying them no mind as he helped you into a seat before settling down beside you.

All four of the women standing in the main hall were rooted to their spots, eyes bulging as they took in the sight of you and your husband. First of all, you were nearly unrecognisable. If they thought you looked pretty on the day you got married, you were now almost a hundred times more beautiful, though they would rather die than ever admit it out loud.

Beyond your enhanced appearance, they were more taken aback by the general's beauty. He was nothing like they had imagined; he must have been one of the most attractive men ever, or at least the most handsome one they had seen so far.

Suddenly, your stepsisters were even angrier than they were upon learning about your stupid grand wedding. They were now furious with their father for never having told them about how good-looking General Park truly was. If only they knew, they would have volunteered to marry him themselves.

But what if there was still hope for them?

What if they had a chance?

After all, you hadn't officially wed Seonghwa yet and were merely here to discuss plans for the upcoming ceremony. Perhaps, with enough effort, they could still win him over. If a peasant like you could seduce the general, why couldn't any of them? With this determination in mind, the three stepsisters promptly began adjusting their appearances as you all gathered around the main hall.

You didn't appreciate the way your stepsisters were eyeing your husband, although you understood their motives. Sensing your discomfort, Seonghwa moved closer to you in his seat, whispering in your ear, "Are you feeling alright, my dear?"

Nodding lightly, you looked up with a small smile, "I am, as long as you're with me," He couldn't resist smiling at your words as he gave you a gentle peck on the head, "Good."

That should be me!

The three stepsisters clenched their fists, their fury intensifying as they witnessed the handsome general being affectionate with you. It should have been them; the title of the general's wife was more befitting a noblewoman like them, not a rat like you. How dare you sit there in their place as if you deserved it?

In an attempt to break the silence, Jinah cleared her throat and made her move, "Have you been well, unnie? I missed you so much! Did you know how worried I was about you? You must have had such a hard time, especially after you adamantly refused to marry General Park."

Seonghwa raised a brow in amusement, while you remained quiet, unsure how to respond to such a blatant lie. Jinjoo scoffed at your lack of response, "Unnie! Will you really not answer Jinah at all? You've always been like that, so ungrateful when we care so much about you!"

"Really? My wife being ungrateful? That's wild. I cannot imagine her like that at all." Your husband chuckled, holding you close when he felt you begin to tremble.

Jinhee's fists shook with envy as she nodded pitifully, "Yes, that's because you haven't known her well enough, my lord. She can be so scary when she's mad, you know how the eldest usually are."

Minister Jang rubbed a tired hand over his head when he realised what his stepdaughters were trying to do. Of course, these foolish girls would easily be blinded by the general's appearance. Even his own wife, seated beside him, found it difficult to take her eyes off the gorgeous young man.

Jongho and Eunsook, positioned behind you and their master, were making every effort to contain the irritation they felt. The audacity of these women to feign innocence after what they've put you through all these years. They were once again thankful not to have any of these conniving foxes as their mistress.

Rubbing his thumbs over your hands, Seonghwa laughed sarcastically in disbelief, "I'm sorry, I just find that so hard to believe. Are you sure you're not all talking about yourselves?" In an instant, his smile dropped, and he sent your stepsisters a death stare as if daring them to continue spouting more ridiculous lies about you.

Left in stunned silence, they blinked nervously and avoided his eyes, unprepared for his questioning. It was clear that they hadn't planned their silly little act thoroughly.

Damn it, how did that worthless thing manage to gain his favour?

"That's enough." The minister declared firmly, not wanting his stepdaughters to continue embarrassing themselves. All he wanted was to get the general out of his house as soon as possible. Every moment that Seonghwa remained felt like a threat; your father was walking on eggshells around him.

Pushing himself off his seat, the old man addressed your husband, "You mentioned wanting to see the environment your wife grew up in, right? Let's proceed with that before we delve into discussions about your wedding arrangements. I don't have all day."

"Sure, can't wait." Seonghwa responded smugly, standing up with your hand securely in his. A sense of unease washed over you as you wondered what kind of deception your father would employ. Surely, they wouldn't be stupid enough to reveal your actual room to the general. Dread filled you, and you longed to return home.

Your real home, not this nightmare.

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As you all followed the minister around the estate while he showed the general what was supposed to be your old room, Jongho exchanged a glance with the private investigator who was still posing as a staff member in the estate.

"This is unnie's room; she has the biggest and nicest one out of all of us. She's so lucky and doesn't even know it. I'm the youngest and I have the smallest room; I'd honestly be happy to have anything at all." Jinjoo said innocently, playing with a strand of hair as she batted her eyelashes at Seonghwa.

You stared blankly at the room supposedly designated as yours. It was merely a guest room rearranged with some of your stepsisters' belongings to create the illusion of long-term habitation. Sensing Jinah and Jinhee's intense gazes on you, you turned to find them glaring daggers at you as if daring you to speak up and disclose the truth to your husband.

If you voiced your denial, who would believe you? It was your entire family against you alone. Would there even be a point in trying?

Just as doubt started to creep in, Seonghwa wrapped an arm around you, reminding you of his support, "Is that true, my dear? Is this your room? It doesn't really seem to be your style at all."

Everyone held their breath, awaiting your response, but you remained silent, fixing your gaze on the familiar space where you spent your entire life, now masquerading as a storeroom.

"What is it that you're staring at so intently, hm? Let's go take a look."

Oh, crap.

Shit will go down in the next part, I assure you. Patience, my dearest readers, patience HAHA this part was focused more on setting the stage for the main event.😈

Also, I've created a mood board for this fic. If you haven't already checked it out, go take a look! I might consider making another one that depicts Seonghwa's estate if I'm able to find the right images.

As always, thank you for reading and let me know your thoughts! <3

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[ato-catto]

Ssj4 (lonely) Goku x Fem reader

Light smut/ neediness/feral boi

I wrote this on a whim and didn't double check it. Sorry if the spelling is off :,)

Your bleary eyes cracked open when you awoke to the sound of tapping at your window. A dark, bushy haired silhouette sat at the other side of the glass, giving you a right scare. Your heart pounded in your chest and a hand flew to your mouth.

"Goku!? What are you doing here so late!?" You moved to the window and slid it up, letting in a nice warm summer nights breeze. Goku stared up at you with a pouted lip and yellow puppy dog eyes, that caught the moonlight beautifully.

It made you remember all the years you had spent fawning over him as your mentor, and the most recent years you had spent being slightly jealous of his wife, before you matured and 'moved on'.

When he looked at you like that, it didn't feel like you had moved on at all.

"Chichi kicked me out for getting fur on the couch." Goku pouted, resting his furry elbows on the windowsill. "I tried to go to Bulmas but no one was in."

You nodded in thought. "I'm pretty sure they've taken Trunks on holiday to some theme park."

Goku frowned. "Oh. Makes sense." His tone was so light for the gravelly, throaty voice that his form brought forth.

You shook your head, amused and bemused, and ushered him inside and out of the dark.

You switched on your bedside lamp and the big burly Saiyan clambered over the window ledge, sliding the window, and curtains, shut behind him.

He shook put his thick, dark mane and smiled greatfully at you, his fangs poking out from beneath his top lip. His face looked handsome in the dim orange glow from the lamp, and his teeth glinted, catching your eyes, drawing them to his mouth.

"Thanks for lettin' me in, Y/N." He grinned.

You brushed of his thanks with a happy smile, sitting back on your bed, back into the warmth of your blanket. The little shorts and cami you had on wasn't very... modest.

Goku wasn't one to have wandering eyes, anyway, but you weren't going to be the one to stumble a married man- even if it was by accident.

He sat on the very edge of the mattress, his weight bowing the bed down on one side. "Ah I feel so crappy for pissin' off Chichi. Things just haven't been the same since the separation. I should really move out-"

Your eyes went wide. "Seperation!?" OK, THAT was unexpected! Last time you saw them- albeit being 5 or so years ago- she was all over him, clinging to his arm and giving him big loving smiles every time he looked at her.

Perhaps it was the form, that now apparently had stuck. Maybe poor Chichi couldn't stick the fur and exposed abs -although you couldn't see why not- and constant gruff voice, that frankly sent tingles up your spine.

Goku shrugged. "I dunno what it was. We just grew apart I suppose-" his tail waved slowly, sadly. "She seems happier now she's got the house to herself most the time."

You patted his furry back sympathetically. "She's probably just glad she doesn't have to clean so much. Don't take it personally."

He turned to you, his eyes shadowed and dark behind his long bangs. "I wish that was it, but it's not. She told me she didnt 'love me' anymore. I'm too much hassle with the fur."

He ran his hand over the fluffy part of his abdomen, glumly running his fingers through the slightly matter fur.

"I'm sure that isn't true." You hummed, watching the way his hand glided through his pelt and wandered what it would feel like if you did that yourself. You followed his hand as it moved to his abs, rippling over the soft indents and curvature of his tanned skin. A blush formed on your cheeks, and Goku chuckled, a deep rumbling noise that came from the very bottom of his chest.

He had been following your eyes, like he used to do back in your training sessions, to gage what exactly you were thinking about.

And just like back then, he had caught you admiring his physique just a little too much.

"So what do you think of this form?" He purred, leaning a little closer to you on the bed, resting back on his outstretched hands.

You swallowed, slightly hypnotised as his chest stretched out, and rose and fell with his breaths.

"It's really impressive. Very.. monkey like."

Goku laughed, and gave you another toothy grin. "Wanna feel?"

Your heart STOPPED. "Wanna feel.. what-?" You chose your words carefully.

Goku took your hand from your lap and set it on the furry part of his solid muscle bound stomach. "My fur."

Your fingers spread amongst the red, which was soft yet somehow coarse at the same time. Your heart thumping in your ears, your hand feeling up the strong muscles and across the dense ribs of your old master and friend.

He watched you and grinned, his eyes glinting a perfect amber in the light of the lamp.

"S'nice, isn't it?" His words were soft. You could've sworn he tensed slightly as you neared the ridge between flesh and fur.

"Mhm." You didn't want to open your mouth too much, for fear of letting the mounting drool flood out down your chin. Good Kami Kai. Why you? Why today?

Goku grasped your wrist and brought it higher. "Skins pretty soft too.." he purred, setting your palm on his pectoral.

Your face reflected the colour of his fur now, red spreading across your cheeks and neck. He found your reaction amusing, as always. He remembered the days fondly where you couldn't even stand eye to eye with him before sparring because you would go as red as a tomato- and that was back before the days of transformations and forms.

It had been amusing then, but now since being married he understood why exactly you reacted the way you did, and they fact that even now, decades later, you were still the same blushing baby under his gaze was nice. Despite his age, he still had the same effect that he always had on you, and he liked the comfort of something going unchanged in his life.

You. You were the thing that always stayed steadfast.

He brought a finger to your cheek and touched the hot, soft skin. "You alright?" He teased. "Goin' a little red there-"

You pulled your hand back, faster than you've ever moved before, even during fights. "Wha- oh. Oh! Sorry."

Shit! How long had you had your hand there for? His face was a mixture of amusement and... lust. Was that lust? His golden eyes glimmered with something sensual that you swore you were misreading.

"Sorry for what?" He got a little closer. Close enough to smell your arousal.

That's right. His Saiyan sense of smell was stronger than any humans. It was akin to a dogs- he could smell a hot pie from a mile away. His senses went feral- he had been needy for so long.. and with no wife to quell his rising ache.. having you in those small shorts in such close proximity was sending him silently insane.

"I'm sorry for being handsy." You laughed nervously. "Having a man in the house is nice. I'm not used to it." Your half hearted attempt at changing the subject didn't go unnoticed.

"Uhuh." Goku brushed the excuse aside and leant closer, practically leaning over you. "How 'bout you tell me what's on that pretty mind of yours?" His fangs peeked over his lip again, and he planted a hand at the side of your thigh.

You blinked. "On my mind?"

He nodded, not breaking eye contact.

You inhaled sharply. "I was just.. thinking.. you are very handsome? I guess."

Goku tittered. "My chest is 'handsome?'"

"...sexy?" You shrunk back into yourself. The air felt so thick between you, it could be cut with a dull knife.

He grinned again, crawling over you, caging you flat on your back against the mattress. "That's a better word for it."

You gasped slightly, his nose coming close to yours and his eye spearing your very soul. Any words stuck in your throat, his eyes sliding down to your lips. Was he... was he going to-

He was, and he did, lowering himself with strong arms to inquisitively brush his mouth against yours, asking almost politely. You obliged, needing this decades worth of stomach knots to final unravell onto him. His tongue was eager to gain access, probing your mouth and tasting you like he had been craving you. His thick mane fell about your head, shadowing the both of you. He pulled back to breathe, almost glaring at you as he caught his breath. Something feral passed behind his eyes and his pants turned to soft growls.

"I need you." He purred, grasping the back of your neck and running a thumb down your throat. "I've needed you."

Your eyes go wide like saucers, slightly terrified of this new version of Goku- but massively aroused all the same. ".. Then.. then take me." You whisper, tensing your thighs together at the tingle sensations rippling through your core in anticipation.

In response, he buried his fangs into the side of your neck. You mewled, the pain and pleasure folding into one, sending your mind into a blurry fog. The sound was a song that Goku didn't realise he had needed to hear for years.

Being homeless had never been better.

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[ashintheairlikesnow]

📚 Danny with anyone :)

"My d-dissertation," Nate says, voice low, "took me over a y-year to write. It was... j-just. I was so s-sure I'd made a mis-s... Sss-" His eyes close, briefly, and he takes a deep breath. "An error in judgement," He says, deftly sidestepping the word that doesn't want to be spoken.

Danny, head in his lap, tips his chin up. Those big blue eyes gaze up at him in a face sharply defined by malnourishment. Cheekbones stand out too much, crossed by the muzzle scars that cut into him so deeply. His hair is long, waves curling around his ears and the nape of his neck. Lines of scaring circle his neck, an echo of Nate's own. "What do you mean?"

Outside the cabin windows, the snow piles heavy against the door. It's late March, and Bram had thought the last of the big snows were over. He'd misjudged the weather, though, and it could be a week or more before he can come back from his supply run.

So, for the moment, Nate and Danny sit uninterrupted, Nate's back to the couch so he can be down on the floor with-

The puppy

Danny.

"My f-friends said that's j-j-just part of it, th-that you're not a r, real grad st-student unless you have a c-c-crisis about it." Nate smiles. He runs fingers through Danny's hair, and watches the younger man's eyes close. The fire crackles in the fireplace across the room, keeping the living room warm and comfortable, especially with the sweaters they're wearing, the heavy blankets Nate pulled off Bram's bed.

They've closed every other room, going into the kitchen as needed or the bathroom. But if they stay in here and the fire stays lit... it's the warmest Danny has been since they were brought here.

"But I g, got past it. Finished, d-d-defended it. I was the y-youngest person at m-my college who'd gotten a m, master's, actually. I was p-proud of that. Got an adjunct teaching j-job, moved to a new city with a new roommate... Moved into h-his house, actually, but h-he didn't want me to th-think like h-he was a landlord, we were f-friends..."

He trails off.

He can still remember his roommate's face, the way the blood had been so horribly red against the kitchen tiles. Bram's barking high-pitched hyena laughter. He can still feel the duct tape over his mouth, hear himself trying to scream.

He can remember how he'd gone quiet, voice dying in his throat as Bram and Ashley turned to look at him, sure he'd be next.

But he wasn't.

Or maybe they were just... ready to kill everything in him except the heart they allowed to keep on beating. Long after Nate had allowed himself to fade into the gray places inside of himself... His heart kept beating.

"The thing ab, about, my d-dissertation... It felt so g-goddamn important back then. Like my l-life would be over if it d-didn't work out..."

Nate swallows, and realizes Danny hasn't said anything in a while. He glances down and discovers the redhead is sleeping, relaxed now, laying with his cheek against Nate's thigh, buried under his blanket until his neck and his face are all Nate can see of him.

Nate smiles, just a little. A small and quiet thing.

"M-might've been better f-for us both if I'd f-failed," He murmurs, and runs his fingers through Danny's hair again.

#daniel michaelson's story #captivity whump #captivity #isolation #whump #guilty caretaker #caretaker and whumpee

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Hi I was wondering if you could write this one that’s been in my mind forever (if you’re still doing these)  basically they’re all in the lock room (sw) after a win and Sirius and James are arguing about who Moody likes better, and they ask Remus and he’s like “ definitely not you love so James would win by default” and S is confused and Remus is like “ you left me in a airport and without moodys help I would’ve lost me job” ( but he says this in a Joking manner) then the team argues ab who his favorite is cuz it’s obviously Remus but he doesn’t believe it so they try to convince him. Ofc only if you’re comfortable writing this :)

Okay so. Ive been sitting on this a few days and first off thank you so much for the prompt, I love when y'all send in fun stuff.

But the thing is... Well, there are very few things I won't write but for some reason... The airport scene from SW is just one of those things that hurt my heart too much and been sitting on this ask for a hot minute trying to figure out if I can write it or if I should delete it, but I figured you at least deserved a response.

And I am so sorry I can't write it, really, but I can give you my thoughts / HCs on why that is:

- that was a super tough thing for both of them to go through and it took a lot for them both to move past it, but I think even tho they have forgiven each other, it's still something that happened

- that being said I think it becomes one of those things that after they've talked about it and moved on, they just Don't Talk About It.

- I'd like to think far far down the line they can make a quip about it but even then it just hurts thier hearts a little too. They know it will never happen again but... It still happened and those feelings can be hard to forget if it was unexpectedly brought up.

- if they did make a joke about it around the other or with some of the guys, they feel the need to go cuddle up and just hold the other and reassure them. They do it at random too if one is having a bad day mental health wise and happen to think about it, just the reassurance of *I'm here now and I won't leave you ever again* without saying that.

Sorry that was super long winded and typed on my phone but I hope that makes sense? Thank you so much for the ask anyways and please don't let this discourage you from sending more in, and I appreciate the checking in to ask if I'm comfortable it gave me the opportunity to explain all this and I hope that's okay 💜

#remus lupin #sirius black #sweater weather lumosinlove #coops #wolfstar #ask prompts #im so sorry #really i am #but i gotta take care of my mental health too :/

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Batfic concept: What I Learned On My Summer Vacation

Several disclaimers: I have never actually written a fanfic. I'm a hair too old and sheltered to have gotten both into it and good at it; my skill set does not reflect my age, and I'd like to rectify that.

Batman: TAS swept me off my feet about five years ago. Ever since I fall asleep thinking about the blorbos, and I can't sleep tonight. One of the other can'ts that my handle refers to is "draw" - I'd like to learn, mostly to sketch these out. But I have already seen such an explosion of talent since rejoining tumblr that I think this is better offered to you as is. Please, take this and run with it! You can do a better job than I can.

The Jarley dynamic is 1000% radioactive and I do not condone it in the slightest - but I grew up in a verbally ab*sive household. I have heard my parents say things to me that the Joker says to her. I live for early Harley's little "this isn't right" moments, her gradual but ever growing realization that she's worth more. I'm thrilled she got written out and into happiness, but I recognize her most- and need her most- under this specific kind of duress.

Word count: Up to you (nsfw also up to you)

Pairing: the Joker/Harley Quinn

Summary:

Dick, as Nightwing, gives a presentation in the Batcave about his new intel on the Joker and Harley. He evidently just tangled with them and returned unhurt. He's as confused as anyone else, and is frankly unsure he has any valuable new info. Mostly he's here to talk it out.

A few days earlier, much to his chagrin, he got called away from something important to speed after a crime in progress. This is early Nightwing as well; he is less than pleased at still being at Bruce's beck and call. Facing traffic on the main roads, he elects to speed through a back road on the way to a campsite. This works grandly - until he encounters an RV with an open passenger side door. Unable to stop the bike in time, he slams into the door with enough force to pull it off of its hinges. He flies, briefly, and lands firmly on his back.

And all that's around him is laughter. Briefly. It cuts short, and into a vehement "Do NOT do that!" the second he tries to sit up. Eyes focusing, he takes in the Joker, smothering giggles outside the driver's side, and Harley looking terrified and approaching him like he's a wounded animal. Neither of them are costumed.

This situation is the last thing any of them want. All of them assume that Dick's been concussed. Harley eases him out of his helmet; the Joker passes him a pair of sunglasses off of his person. Even though he's costumed and likely has a wallet on him, they are suspiciously un-keen to figure out who he is. The Joker disappears with the bike and helmet, hurls them over the side of the road and empties an entire clip of bullets into them with a silenced pistol, partly as a message but mostly from frustration. Harley retrieves or constructs a neck brace for Dick and opens a side door to let the hyenas out. With her around, they leave him alone.

On the Joker's return, they very gently get Dick into the master bed, and proceed down the road as they had been. Dick is conscious but extremely confused. They mostly talk to each other: this sucks and they both hate it, but "we agreed". Dick asks: What did they agree? This is their vacation: no business, and business includes winding each other up. No raised voices, no manhandling, no insults - if someone gets pissed off, they're to walk it off and come back happy. As far as they're concerned, they've just got an extra guest now; they won't do anything bad to him because, for all intents and purposes, Batman doesn't even exist. Both of them hate this but are trying to make it work.

Mostly, they came out to see a rarer meteor shower, so they have the rest of the day and all of daylight tomorrow as time to kill. Things ensue. Teaching Bud and Lou new tricks (they nip the Joker hard enough to draw blood but he's too proud that they pulled it off to notice), teaching Harley to count cards (she insists on making it strip poker when she wins), Harley teaching the Joker some basic acrobatics (he sucks and won't take Dick's input), figuring out a grill, day drinking. Consistently, there are opportunities for them to lash out at each other; as consistently, the instigator walks off and the other person talks to Dick about something else. Dick reflects that this side of them feels like visiting an aunt and uncle, but ones that are better seen in small doses.

(Side plot?: the Joker realizes that if he gets sunburned enough, he will not be recognizable, and achieves this in about 15 minutes. Now, like Dick and Harley, he can walk off camp without worrying about getting identified, and gloats about it a bit - but every motion hurts.)

(Side HCs: the RV is Chief O'Hara's retirement gift to himself. Also, this is the Joker's birthday weekend, so Harley might have gifts of a certain nature ready for him once they get to bed.)

Finally the meteor shower arrives. Dick has been stuck lying on his back this entire time - they are all a bit frightened to move his neck. More gently than you might expect, the rogues ease him outside so he doesn't miss the show. Why so gentle? Well, they've both been concussed (likely by him), and again, this is a vacation. He ought to be living it up too.

They watch the stars and talk about how the biggest privilege in Gotham is to be able to get out of Gotham. You really can't even see the night sky most of the time. They talk about their dads and what they wanted for them, and how frequently wrong that felt. They drink. (After a bit Dick presses them: really, nothing illegal? - then retrieves rolling papers and a small amount of weed from his costume. The Joker just about dies laughing. They share.)

Dick retires to the camper's bedroom again. The Joker and Harley set up cots under a mosquito net and sleep under them with the hyenas (maybe after doing some things that Dick really didn't need to overhear). The Joker wakes up to the hyenas whining, and briefly thinks that they can't figure out that they're already outside... until he sees a smoke plume in the distance. The bike! Worried that the road is closed, he hustles everyone into the RV and drives out of there like a bat out of hell. As they move, it becomes clear that they're passing into a forest fire. He must have set off a spark when he shot out the fuel tank.

And the facade falls. He comes clean. Harley didn't know he'd been packing this whole time: "what are you, crazy?". They shout at each other the rest of the way off the site - but ultimately come out unscathed, dropping Dick at the first city bus stop they see. Uncaring again. In media res.

But Dick feels different. Weird. Not like he's grown, necessarily, but like he's seen something he didn't know existed. If they can have passably normal times outside of the life, why can't he? He deserves happiness too - and, he realizes, his is almost certainly more genuine.

His presentation ends, in so many words, with "that was strange but I'm fine".

#tbh idek how to tag this #blorbos #batfics #batman tas #gotham rogues #jarley #nightwing

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Dabi x Reader x Hawks

It was always the three of us-NSFW

summary: DabiHawks is already established and the two of them are dating. You've been their best friend for years and them getting together feels like two heartbreaks at once. But- Take a guess man I dunno...I'm under the impression tht they like you too🤷‍♀️

❗️warnings❗️: slight angst (only the begging, your heart will be fine I promise), eating out, threesome, double penetration, creampie, praise...sex?

word count: 3k

Edited 13. January 2021

You're sick of it.

There's always a bittersweet taste on your tongue when the three of you hang out now.

Nothing really changed if you were trying to look at it objectively.

They still talked to you like before.

Invited you over, chilled with you, fuck even watched movies and cuddled with you.

Yet there was a string being pulled at your heart every time they kissed in front of you, held hands, whispered to each other...

You were watching a stupid comedy, your eyes blankly looking at the screen while you tried not to focus on the way their fingers tangled together, drawing small circles over each other's knuckles as they laughed at the screen.

Their hands were on the pillow that was placed in your lap, your small form in between them.

You try to focus back on the movie, ignoring the sound of cloud nine laughter that filled your ears.

You missed half of the scenes already, you can't make yourself watch it at this point, so you zone out again, falling down the rabbit hole you always find yourself in.

"Songbird, everything alright?" Keigo's worried voice snaps your attention back to reality, his brows furrowed as he stares at your glistening eyes. You don't know how much time passed but you didn't know you were so close to crying until his voice snapped you out of it.

Dabi's hands find purchase of your cheek, turning your face to him so that he could see what made Hawks turn off the TV.

You're met with blue eyes, a look of utter concern causing your skin to crawl, making it hard to fight the urge to punch something, anything.

"Talk to us doll, you know we're here" your heart shatters in pieces, hot tears piling up until they began to freely fall down your face, your fists clutching the pillow, your knuckles turning white.

They've seen you cry many times before, both of their arms flying around you to hold you tight, but your arms pushed and nagged at theirs, your small body shaking and kicking them away.

The fucking nicknames, the closeness of their bodies made you feel like you were suffocating, finally being able the breathe once they let go and you ended up on your feet.

You took a large gulp of air. You've practiced this. Replayed the sentence over and over until you learned how to say it even through tears. At this point, you couldn't keep stitching your heart up every time you spent time with then.

"I can't hang out with you guys anymore" it felt like a weight being lifted off your shoulders until you looked back at them. You're gonna do this and then cry when you get back home. You got this.

"What the fuck? Why?" Dabi was the first one to speak, standing up and coming closer to you until you stepped away.

He grits his teeth and stays in place, Keigo's fingers pulling the hem of his sleeves to let you have your space.

"I...I think we at least deserve an explanation...yeah?" Keigo's broken voice surged through the room, Dabi's hand reaching out to his in an act of comfort.

Your eyes burned through their hands but you nodded nonetheless.

"After I say this I don't want to hear a word from any of you. Not a single one of pity or comfort or any of that." they hesitantly agreed, Hawks pulling Dabi back on the couch.

You began nervous laughing ,fighting the new wave of tears as you opened your mouth to speak.

"So. Haha...fuck...I'm in love with you guys. Fucking hilarious right" your forced laughter burned their ears, making them cringe.

"It was a really great time for a long while wasn't it?" you joked, clapping your hands together and squinting your eyes. You have no idea who you'll be without them, but you'll have to find out.

Two pairs of arms tackled you, almost making you fall to the floor, your feet losing balance as they held you up. You want to fight, yet you know you can't win, so your body settles for shutting down, you're ears buzzing and doing their best to cancel out any words they're about to let out.

"You're the dumbest bitch I know" Dabi mumbled into your hair, pulling you into his chest as Keigo's hands stayed on your hips. "You're such an idiot" Dabi lets out again, soothingly petting your back in an effort to calm you down.

You were a mess, mumbling confused nonsense, almost offended until Hawks reached for your chin, turning your head to him and smashing his lips against yours.

"It was always the three of us wasn't it doll?" Dabi questioned, pushing Keigo's face away and kissing you deeply.

Hawks tried to act annoyed for a second, fluffing his feathers and puffing up his cheeks before a smile fought onto his lips.

Your brain was running laps against your skull, everything feeling dizzy as you gripped at the hem of their shirts.

Dabi finally pulled away, his mouth hanging open as he caught his breath.

You thought about this possibility every passing second of your days, a small part of you hoping for something you deemed irrational. Yet it made sense, their hot breaths against your neck and airy laughs against your skin sending goosebumps all over to your tippy toes.

"Be ours, songbird" you only managed to nod, hiding your face in your hands as now happy tears welled up.

Two hot mouths kissed your knuckles, moving your fingers aways and pecking both of your cheeks and eyelids. You open your eyes, blinking the tears away.

A pair of red wings wrapped around all three of you, squeezing and flapping excitedly. They talked about this, dreamed about this, hell they won't go to the extent that they fantasized about you, and they are so mad that you had to go through this before they gathered the balls to do something about it.

You watched the two kiss sweetly, squishing you between them. A quiet moan leaves your lips when you see Dabi reaching a hand around Keigo's neck, his large palm plastered over his throat, his fingertips lightly pressing down when Hawks tried to pull away.

Your body shivered, your arms lending up to tug at the hero's hair, feasting on the small pants that left his lips when you latched onto his neck. He doesn't know whose lips he would rather chase as both of you move away.

Dabi fights against the wings, glaring at Keigo to let both of you go.

When he reluctantly complies, Dabi is quick to pick you up and drape you over his shoulder, smacking your ass and chuckling when he hears your scream. It certainly lightens the mood.

Hawks follows behind the two of you, skipping steps and closing the door behind Dabi when he enters the bedroom. He's like an overgrown puppy, excitedly waiting for a treat.

Your back hits the cushion, the villain's shirt being stripped off him by Keigo's rushing hands.

You're already rubbing your thighs together, mouth-watering as you catch a glimpse of his abs.

You don't have that much time to enjoy the view, since his hands are on you in seconds, gripping at the hem of your sweater. You sit up, raising your arms to help him out, your shirt following suit and flying to the floor carelessly. The blonde kneels on the bed, joining Dabi.

Heated hands cup your breasts kneading at the flesh while his mouth latches onto your nipple.

Hawks scoffs at his greedy boyfriend, lowering himself to your neck, mouthing at the skin as your body jolts after a particularly rough bite to your flesh. Keigo is definitely the gentle one, kissing your skin and humming softly while he takes his sweet time with you.

"He's going too fast isn't he little birdie?"

You're not sure if you can answer it...it's too much of both fast and slow, your nerves getting the best of you as he waits for your response .

Hawks gets it, he does...but he still wants to give an option of slowing down, tangling his fingers in his boyfriends hair and pulling him away only slightly.

Dabi's pierced tongue lolls out, giving a teasing flick at your hardening nub, followed by more as he swirls it around, grinning and looking up at you. The contrast of the hot tip of his tongue and the metal sending your brain into an overdrive.

He's still held back by Keigo, but he doesn't fight the pull, instead he finds himself unbearably hard from being bossed around like this.

You pull him back by the nape of his neck, Hawks' grip loosening so that you can stuff his mouth full of your plump flesh.

That is enough of an answer to him.

Keigo's fingers trail your stomach, ghosting over your belly before going to the buttons of your pants. He waits for a few moments, leaning his forehead against yours, pecking your lips before moving in between your legs.

Once you lightly nod, he unbuttons them with ease, moving down to pull them off your legs.

You look down at Dabi, eyeing the numerous hickeys on your tits. He looks up, darting his tongue out and licking over the bruised marks, smirking when you swallow over the lump in your throat. Your skin there is now mostly purple and red, some patches even grazed with small specks of blood threatening to seep out.

You hear a ruffle of feathers, a blush plastered across Keigo's cheeks as he inches his hand closer to your panties. He can see how wet you are, the material sopping up your arousal. His touch is gentle but heavenly good, his fingers gliding between your clothed folds.

Keigo's free hand grips the bulge in his pants, trying to ease some of the pressure by pressing on it.

Dabi moves to sit behind you, spreading his legs for your tiny form and pulling you against his chest. He had his fill for now and he wants to watch the show. He knows Hawks looks pretty with his mouth full.

He lifts you up so that the hero can slip the panties off, sitting you back down and spreading your legs once the layer isn't in the way anymore.

Cold air hits your exposed heat, your pussy clenching around nothing. You would be ashamed if you didn't hear the low growl coming from Hawks as he settled his face between your thighs. You smell fucking delicious, blood rushing to his ears as he takes a look at your sex.

His wings tighten against his back before spreading  out when he takes the first lick. You lean all of your weight onto Dabi when Keigo's hands dig into the back of your thighs, opening them out as he starts lapping at your cunny.

Dabi's breath hits your ear, a shudder rumbling through his chest when your pliant body humps against the blonde's tongue. His large hands snake up to play with your breasts, kneading the tortured nub between his fingers as he ghosts over the marks he left on you.

Turning your head to him, you pull him in a kiss, moaning when Keigo circles two digits over your sex.

You impatiently wiggle your hips to push them in, combing your fingers into his hair to will him on.

Dabi's arm is now securely wrapped around your belly, holding you tight while he explores your mouth, his piercing clicking against your teeth.

You taste like everything he needs and more, his bulge throbbing in his sweats and against your body, impatient to finally have you.

"Hawks." his voice is stern but begging, urging his boyfriend to stretch you out already.

You're already so wet, and the two digits slip in and out with ease, your juices gushing in Keigo's palm all while his tongue doesn't stop swirling at your clit.

Dabi impatiently slips his cock out of his sweats, raising you up to push against Kei's fingers.

Hawks scolds him, but pulls out nonetheless, guiding Dabi's length over your slit, silking him up in his own spit. You mewl when he prodes at your entrance, biting your lip as you wait for the stretch.

It burns, but you feel so heavenly full, His large cock pushing to the hilt in one slow thrust, His tip fitting snuggly against your cervix.

Dabi's breathing is ragged and heavy on your shoulder, his eyes shut tight as he savors the warmth of your cunt.

"Fuck Keigo, you have no idea what you're missing out on."

You look down at the blonde, his tongue darting out to lick along Dabi's base, going between his cock and your pussy, mouthing at where the two of you connect.

Hawks is somewhat keeping his cool but his cock humps against the bed, his whole body swaying as if he's dragging his dick along your skin.

Dabi slowly ruts into you, deep and torturous. Your eyes widen when you feel a finger try to push in, the villains' movement coming to a stop as he tries to comfort you. Tears start pricking in your eyes, your legs trying desperately to close as you urge them to stay open. You want it, you truly fucking do, but when you feel another try to slip past your tight walls you're not sure if you're gonna stay conscious. There's already no place left just from Dabi alone and shit, you feel like screaming.

"Please baby, I promise it'll feel better soon, can you be a good girl for us hmmm?I believe in you..." Keigo's voice rings in your ears, your half-lidded eyes looking at your stretched pussy, watching the fingers pump knuckles deep in and and out, dragging between Dabi's cock and your walls.

You're so fucking wet and covered in slick, your folds glossy in your essence, pooling around Dabi's shaft.

A warm hand rests on your belly, easing your muscles, and relaxing you. There's a third finger pushing against the first two, the stretch surprisingly not as painful as the previous.

Keigo leans over you, kissing away the tears that ran down your cheeks, massaging the ravenette's arousal with the pads of his fingers.

"We're so so proud of you dove...Thank you so much" your chest swells with pride, a wide smile adorning your face. You do feel like you're being tricked with these comments but it doesn't matter, they seem to work.

The blonde pulls the other man in a kiss, slipping his fingers out of your core as he aligns his head with your cunt.

Both of them move to each side of your face, placing their lips at the corners of your mouth. You gulp, filling your lungs and holding your breath.

Your hands fist Keigo's shirt, pulling and almost ripping the poor thing apart when he prods the tight rim. Fuck it's so hard to breathe, air practically knocked out of you, your shaky hands wrapping around Hawks.

Inch by inch, he bottoms out, groaning at the tightness around his dick.

Minutes pass by, your boyfriends lavishing and worshiping your skin with kisses and gentle touches, loving every part of you they could reach.

The hero's wings wrap protectively around both of you when he starts moving, his head pressed against your shoulder.

Dabi seems to pick up the pace too, thrusting in as soon as Keigo almost pulls out. The rhythm isn't rushed at first, both of them moaning with each throb of your walls around their lengths.

They're taking their sweet time, angling their hips experimentally, noting the way your body shakes at each perfect plow into your cunt.

It's too good and too much, the knot in your tummy already threatening to snap loose. And the boys are on the verge of their highs too, gradually becoming more and more greedy, not pulling out almost at all, pounding and rutting against your cervix.

Dabi's grip on you tightens, trying to keep your body in place as he and Hawks rock into your pussy. Keigo moves from the crook of your neck, raising his hand to get a hold of the villain's jaw, smashing their lips together .

You're squished in between them as they moan into each other's mouth groaning when they feel you squeezing around them.

They're gonna cream you so good, pump their seed into your hole and make you so so full...you'll never settle for anything less after them and they fucking know it.

Your eyes swell with tears as you feel the knot finally snapping loose, you don't want it to end, you don't want them to ever move away from you but your body works against you, bringing you to the most powerful orgasm you ever felt, surging through your muscles and making them flex and clench.

Both of them look at eachother, eyes wide and blown with lust as they cum at the same time, hot seed coating your walls and leaking down Dabi's shaft.

They're panting, their foreheads touching as they caress your body all over.

"I love you..." Hawks says breathlessly, his eyes closed and his wings folding against his back, giving you all room to move and breathe.

He slips out, causing the rest of their cum to seep out. Dabi scoffs at the mess smeared over his length and thighs, slowly handling your body and moving you off his lap.

Dabi picks you up and Hawks chuckles. "You like carrying them huh?"

It earns him a glare, placing you in the heroes arms and making his way to the bathroom.

"I.Have.My.Own.Cum...Dripping down my ass" he hisses out making Keigo wheeze, almost tumbling over and dropping you.

You can't help but smile, nuzzling your head into your winged boyfriend's shoulder.

Everything clicked in place finally, your eyes closing in comfort as you let them take care of everything...take care of you.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

been a hot minute since I wrote something a bit longer but here we r.

Please leave a comment and reblog cause I'm a whore for feedback, tnx💕

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"--They should just forget about me and-” unfortunately virgil comes in and that with another combination of stuff, the message is cut off. I won't tell too much, it is private and their choice to share fully, but their mental health hasn't been too great lately. They wish they could see you and hug you both, lots. They love you lots. -2/2 🐌🕸

Remus and Janus were sitting on the carpet in front of the tv. The gremlin had also changed into his onesie by now. He was painting his crush's nail while telling them spooky ghost stories.

It seemed like the message had gotten lost in the demon void for a little while but the walls suddenly started to talk as the message finally got to them. Both of them jumped when the voice started to come out of nowhere.

Janus got a worried look on his face. That was Remy's voice. Remy telling him to forget them. He looked over to Remus who had a confused look on his face. His hand had frozen in the air, the nail polish was dripping down onto the carpet.

The message finished. The walls twisted back into how they normally looked. They glanced at each other before Remus went back to painting Janus' nails. His eyebrows had furrowed slightly.

"I hope Remy feels better soon" He mumbled out. He focused on their nails so he didn't have to look into their eyes.

"That does not sound like it is just a dip in mental health" Janus tried to pull their hand away but Remus held onto it.

"Well we do know their mood can kinda change on a whim. I mean like we've seen how they can suddenly get angry and then suddenly sad and all that. Maybe they were just feeling down when they sent the message? I wish we could go over and hug them. I think that would make them feel a bit better"

Janus tried to move his hand away again "Let go of me, please"

"Oh uhm sorry" Remus drew back from him "Sorry"

"This doesn't make sense" He ran his hands through his hair "Why would Remy want us to forget about them out of nowhere!? I can understand why they can't message or can't leave their apartment. It's probably my fault, with how I screwed up in front of Virgil. But why would they leap to This all suddenly!?"

Remus shrugged. He fiddled with the ring on his finger while looking away.

Janus glanced around the apartment and when he caught a glance of a dark shadow and heard low sounds coming from the corner, as if someone was spinning a web, he assumed it was you and moved closer so Remus wouldn't hear.

"I appreciate you wanting to keep Remy's problems private but please tell me if something- something more than Virgil's awful berating has happened. It- It doesn't make sense. Or I suppose suddenly being cast back into only regularly speaking to their ab- to Virgil could destroy their mental health but it doesn't make sense that they would suddenly want us to forget about them does it? I know Virgil doesn't want them to be with us but he didn't want that before either. Why aren't they just leaving the apartment while he's at work like they used to do? Something doesn't quite add up here"

They dragged in the sleeve of their onesie out of nervousness. Their eyes stuck onto a specific part of the floor. Their voice lowered even more.

"Unless Remy realized that they actually hate me after I hurt them by making an absolute fool of myself in front of Virgil and now they've decided they never want to see my stupid face ever again-" He lightly hit his hands against his head "No. Nope. Thinking like that isn't helping anyone. No. Bad brain"

Remus was glancing at him with an even more confused look. All he saw was Janus mumbling to a void and hitting himself.

"Please just tell me if something has happened to Remy" Janus sounded like he was nearly begging "More than the...the usual...You don't even have to tell me any details if you think that would cross their boundaries. You can just tell me vaguely if there is any particular reason you might think their mental health has plummeted or why they can't contact us at all aside from these demon messages. Please?"

It took a few seconds before he added.

"I already have this choking feeling in my chest that I'm not doing enough to help. If- If something else has happened to them and I'm over here doing nothing...I don't know what I'd do with myself"

#ask #thanks for the ask <3 #🐌🕸 #janus sanders #sanders sides #catch me posting slower than usual to give the regulars time to catch up before shit hits the fan.

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Pleasures Remain, So Does the Pain

Chapter 23

chapter specific warnings- 18+ only - m/m- minor punishment

warnings and summary - masterlist

Authors Notes: Thanks for sticking with the story! So wild to be posting these final chapters this week, feels bittersweet. Who knew pwp could be so emotional! Hope you enjoy!

You don't leave the house. You hardly leave the room. You see no one but them, sharing days and nights that blend seamlessly together— a much longed for and well deserved lost weekend.

The few times you do untangle for something other than the bathroom or water and the occasional assortment of alcohol and sexual accessories, you emerge from the bedroom, wandering down into the kitchen for food.

Of course Bucky is introduced to the dogs, or "the babies," as they've been dubbed, which irritates Zemo to no end.

Lou and Ada are instantly fascinated by this new source of attention in the house and follow Bucky around, constantly showering him with slobbering affection. Heaven forbid the man should actually sit down on anything —a chair, a couch, especially the floor— and there they go, one of them inevitably trying to fit all four legs and the massive body those legs support onto his lap.

What is it about the biggest dogs having no idea they aren't made to curl up on top of us…

You scrunch your nose, amused as you watch Lou attempt to desperately paw his way onto Bucky who is sitting on the floor of the bedroom just across from you. He's made it his mission to sleep on Bucky at least once.

"Lou! Off!" Zemo scolds, leaning back on the Moroccan ottoman with disgust, making it funnier.

"It's okay. Really." Bucky tries to assure him, chomping on a bite of cheese "He just thinks I'm a pillow."They both seem happy with the dog’s big head finally resting on Bucky’s bare thighs.

Zemo rolls his eyes. "Not with those abs," He mumbles under his breath and you almost choke on your brie as you laugh.

Bucky holds his proud nose high, while making Lou's ears flop, but you see the way he peeks over at Zemo; all secretly flattered and showing off for him in nothing but the tight black underwear that hugs him just right.

You want to tease them for being so annoyingly cute, but then you remember no less than five minutes ago when Zemo called you out for your own antics as Bucky fed you. "She eats this all the time, don't let her fool you." He'd said. "Sure. But not like this." You'd shot back leaning across the charcuterie board to gently pluck the thinly sliced apple from Bucky's fingers with your teeth, his kiss following close behind. "Good call on the snacks" Bucky'd said with a crooked smile and the taste of green apple on his lips which he'd licked slowly. Zemo just raised his drink in agreement.

The three of you had started the evening with every intention of enjoying a real meal tonight, but right before getting out of bed, Helmut sank his teeth into the back of Bucky's thigh where it's soft, just before the curve of his ass and decided sitting down at the table was too formal. He wanted you both here, with as few clothes between you and him as possible, so you'd all ended up in the kitchen grabbing an assortment of snacks instead.

Olives, sliced bruschetta, all sorts of cheese and apricots, some grapes and apples… a bag of chips, and a candy bar? "I brought some stuff from my bag too." Bucky'd whispered to you on the way back upstairs making you snicker.

Now it's pillows and poofs on the floor in your underwear and pajamas as you share the tasty spread in the bedroom. The balcony doors are open to let in the ocean breeze and music is playing low, just under your light conversation while the sun sets, reminding you very much of the yacht. It is the perfect evening.

Halfway through the little feast, you look from one set of pretty eyes to the other and see the way they look at you and know exactly how this night will end.

After a morning spent sleeping in, and a perfectly lazy day, you think you'll be up for it too. At least you hope so. They've had you every way you can take them; the only remaining options make you blush just thinking about them. Simply put, it's been incredible, but Bucky isn't here forever.

"We will do something other than have sex, right?" You ask, looking to your lord and master with a cheeky grin getting both Zemo and Bucky's attention. "Maybe go to the beach or if you think it's safe enough.... Oo, we could drive… up to…Monaco…" Your voice trails off.

Zemo is sitting up and leans in close enough to Bucky that his voice makes the Sergeant raise his shoulder from the tickle of his breath against his ear. Happily tracing his finger along the side of Bucky's face as he goes on, Helmut drapes his hand down to the board of food, grabs a dark red grape without missing a beat and tosses the fruit up into his mouth. Bucky pretends to find him obnoxious but he's as smitten as a private-school boy and damn near giggles eyeing Zemo sidelong while the Baron chews, watching him with a smile.

He's definitely not listening.

Zemo picks up his drink and finishes the cognac, washing down the grape. Looking pleased to have made Bucky smile, he goes back to his lounging position only to turn his gaze on you because it's your turn for a bit of attention, and you feel a warm shiver rush over your body. He looks regal. Every bit the king of this kingdom he's made with that silky robe open showing a toned stomach, thick patch of chest hair and a dark tan that looks a little golden in the sunlight. The deep chestnut hair on his head is in messy swept-back layers complementing the beard which frames his face in shadow and from out of the dark his eyes find you, playfully daring you to leave, like he's saying; no more sex? Fine, go to the beach. Get in the car and drive to Monaco. Just try.

Damn it .

He exhales slowly through his nose, his smile spreading as your gaze wanders along his body. Why are his thighs so muscular? Probably from always being on the run, you smirk and nibble at the inside of your lip trying, not to smile back. He really needs to close that fucking Tom Ford robe. Your eyes dart up and down to find a part of him that could be average, or normal, or dare you say it—boring. Something to help you ignore him…

Arms? Never. Legs, nope, already established as gorgeous. Feet, no, even those are nice, you smile and sigh. Ankles? Jesus the man has sexy ankles. Who knew that was a thing... Okay fine —king Zemo— you win. You're basically one wet pussy away from pledging your sword and fealty to him.

Laughing at yourself, you look over to Bucky and see that he's just as hopeless as you are at resisting. Shit at this rate, you're never going to see the outside world again.

Zemo's laughter is light. He's amused by the way he's got you both practically drooling. "Come here," He implores softly, but with no question of the command. "Come and tell me you're done— with this inside of you," He moves his hand down and grabs, not aggressively but in that way men do to really show you when they want you to look and you lick your bottom lip, drawing it in, your eyes flitting up to look into his, then back down. He's hard already. The way the soft black silk of those boxers clings to the length and curve of his shaft makes you breathe harder. "Let's see how long you can it before you change your mind."

You shrink back a little feeling your belly ripple with the ghost of so many orgasms that you hide your smile behind the back of your hand, angry that you're giving in, knowing you can't deny him as your dominant and that you really don't want to.

"What do you think James? Something other than sex?" He asks, raising his hips just a bit to slide his hand under the waistband.

"Yeah. Sure." Bucky mumbles, tossing his half-eaten apricot onto the board. "Maybe the beach tomorrow…"

Zemo gives a half chuckle in Bucky's direction and beckons you over. He rests back on his elbows to watch with his cock free of the fabric, laid heavy and hard towards his stomach, the underside of his shaft veined beautifully and wanting your tongue —no, you smile, not your tongue, your pussy— you can already feel the way he won't wait. You can see it in his eyes. He's going to grab you, grab it and shove in.

You're already moaning by the time you're close and Bucky comes up behind you to slide your own pajama shorts down over your ass. He's practically purring. He wants to see you ride that big dick too. Your moan blurs with your fluttering laugh in reply to him wanting you both so bad.

"Don't you want to see the sights?" You ask with a gasp when Bucky picks you up with one arm from behind to pull your shorts down past your knees.

"Yep." He says in your ear, nipping at it as he sits you back down, smoothly bending you over, ready to pull them off your ankles. Your hands are flat on the floor on either side of Zemo's legs and just close enough at his waist to get an eyeful of what's waiting for you.

Thinking you'll find him looking pleased and slightly impatient, you are more than surprised to find a look of pure irritation on Helmut's face instead. One so amusing that it stops your hand from closing around him.

"What's wrong?" You ask, drawing back, genuinely confused.

He sighs, shutting his eyes, shaking his head. "Your damn— babies ." He nods.

In unison, you and Bucky look over your shoulders to find the wonder twins sitting at attention. Their giant golden heads are tilted, looking very confused, panting, drooling, watching, and probably thinking if they wait just long enough, they'll be given something from the wooden board on the floor.

Bucky's forehead falls to your back as he laughs. "Not exactly the audience I'm into."

"Me either." You grin, pull yourself out from between your man sandwich and hike your shorts up. "Come on." You say with a loud sigh. Your simple command is all that's needed and the dogs follow at your heels out into the hall.

"Sorry loves, but now is not the time. Go and get Petra. Go! Go on!" You shoo them, but they stubbornly pant and wag their tails until you give up with a frustrated growl leading them to the back stairwell. "Go!" You point. "Go get a treat from Petra!". They turn together at the sound of the magic word, looking only slightly betrayed and trot away, tails and butts bobbing down the steps.

You look over your shoulder with the image of Zemo on his back waiting for you still emblazoned on your mind and trot to the bedroom with an eager little grin.

Pushing through, you find Bucky returned to his spot on the floor, picking at the remains of the spread and Zemo getting up, off to … pour another glass?

What is this? You stand in the doorway, looking back and forth between them. What are they doing? Fueling up? You try holding onto your smile, but something is clearly very wrong.

"Hey. What's that face?" You ask Bucky, ruffling his hair as you walk past.

In all the time you've been together, you've never seen him look at Zemo like this before. You can't quite place it; is he mad? No, this is a complex emotion to be sure, not something as simple as anger. Something upsetting has been said that much is easy to surmise, but how bad is it?

"Who pissed who off?" You ask and sit at the edge of the bed, crossing your legs at the knee.

Zemo is messing around at the little bar, dropping ice from the bucket into his glass with silver tongs, one at a time while staring at Bucky, still picking at the tray.

"Wow." You say, crossing your arms. "I walked a few feet away for like, half a minute. How is this even possible?"

Nothing. No reply. Just two stubborn men who are notoriously good at getting under one another's skin.

"Well, fine. Maybe you two need to work this out alone. I'm going downstairs to watch tv." You get up, but Zemo doesn't want you to go, and Bucky doesn't like it when you're upset, especially if he's the cause.

"I made a joke," Zemo says, glancing at Bucky again like he's assessing the damage.

Your mouth twists in thought as you try to figure it out. Was it about how they met, maybe? "Was it a bad joke?" You ask.

He gives one of his little sighs as he rests the arm with the hand that holds his drink over the other wrapped around his torso and leans against the counter, crossing his legs at the ankles. He'd look edible if he weren't trying to be serious; maybe thats' why he looks so good.

"I didn't mean it," Zemo says to him.

"Didn't you?" Bucky asks, looking up and quickly away.

"No." He answers matter of factly.

"Then why did you say it."

Zemo shrugs.

Bucky scoffs and sits criss-cross, looking no less than exquisite. God if they could be a little less sexy while having these domestic squabbles…

"James, if I were truly angry with you for giving me up, do you really think I would have extended the invitation? Do you, knowing me now as you do," He sets his drink on the counter, pushing off to walk across the room, robe open, slowly approaching until he is able to slide his hands down Bucky's face and tilt his head up so that they can look at one another. "Think that I was ever anything but completely in love with you?"

Bucky has a habit of letting his eyes betray him. Love comes first, then whatever emotion to push it aside. Right now it seems to be an attempt at holding onto the mixture of hurt, anger, and maybe a little resentment? "I don't know." He grumbles and attempts to pull away, but Zemo won't let him.

"Yes, you do."

"Stop."

"No. I'm sorry for making a joke of it; I know you were hurting. Giving me up was not easy…You did what you thought you had to do." He says in a way that makes it clear this is not the first time he's said these words to Bucky.

"I did the only thing I could and I'll regret it for the rest of my life." Bucky says, the bitterness directed towards himself.

Head tilting just a bit, Zemo realizes then what's going on. "You've been holding onto it all this time? Why didn't you say something?" He asks, stepping back to look at Bucky without looming over the man so much.

Bucky sighs like he never meant to say, but it's out there, no turning back now. "I just didn't want to bring it up. It was in the past. I mean, you were gone for so long."

He's trying to play it down, but you feel for him and the man he was during the year you watched him missing Zemo, "He brought it up Helmut, he just didn't know he was bringing it up," You add softly not wanting to call him out so much as you want to shed some light on what he went through. Bucky is not so good at hiding his pain as he thinks.

Zemo looks at you then back down. He gets it. Typically he always does. "I don't hold it against you and I'm sorry I haven't made that more clear. So you can't walk around blaming yourself James, please." He says his voice as soft as his touch. "You have enough unwarranted guilt and pain to work through without putting my name back on your list." He smiles affectionately, brushing his thumb over Bucky's strong brow and cheek.

"I am trying," Bucky says. He means it, but it's an ongoing battle.

Zemo's compassionate smile widens and you think he'll give Bucky a well deserved kiss, but he stops suddenly, standing like a jolt has gone through him. "Wait. Is that what this is?" Helmut drops his hands, stepping back. "Some sort of atonement?" His snarky laugh pierces the air as he shoves his hair from his eyes, turning away and spinning around just as quickly. Now it's his turn to display a wide range of feelings you can't place.

"What?" Bucky lifts his head, completely confused.

"This." Zemo raises his arms, backing away. "Our relationship and the makeup of it. Are you submissive to me because you feel guilty?"

Oh no…

Bucky pulls a face, appalled, offended, insulted… and then the look begins to melt away. His breathing slows, and his gaze floats down to the floor as he begins to actually consider what Zemo has said.

Don't you dare, you think. There's no way that's what this is about. Right? Not after all this time. But then, it hasn't been that long. Six months apart and the two weeks on the yacht and now this weekend with the week ahead. Shit…

Bucky glances at you, then back at Zemo. His brows knit tightly together as he struggles with the possibility. He did, after all, send the man he loves to a very desolate prison, and, at the time, he thought it was for life. You think back to all of the things the three of you have done together. All of the wonderfully dark things. You've never shied away from exploring different sexual tastes and desires; coming from Madripoor, you never had to. Everything was right there, just waiting to be tasted. But to think of something you've chosen as a lifestyle, something you love as dearly as you do these men being used as a way to heal and not simply enjoy when you were not aware of it? Well, you aren't sure how you'd feel about that.

Bucky's shoulders slump as he rubs his face.

Fuck, is he going to cry? This is not how you thought this day would end, but then if he needs to process in this way, you'll be there for him. At least you'll try.

Zemo leans away. He's unsure of what's happening too. "James?"

His shoulders shake.

"Bucky?"

Harder now he's shaking and then he drops his hands, revealing his laughter.

Your own nervous smile wavers. You have no idea what turn this is going to take.

Bucky looks up at Zemo and shakes his head with a humored sigh leaving his lungs. "You're kidding, right? You must be. You think I'm here because I feel bad? I mean, don't get me wrong. I do, in some ways, I might always. But shit— the way you beat my ass? Jesus Helmut. Physically I think I've more than "atoned for my sins." He laughs again, thinking back, "That one night, when you punished me for what I did to her," He glances over at you and sort of whispers as if he's embarrassed to say, "When you bent me over the bed— made me count off every strike of the belt…" Bucky's big eyes meet Zemo's but quickly look away, and you catch your lip with your teeth, keeping your smile held tight. "No. That night and all the others, are not why I'm here. Not at all." They exchange a look of that shared memory; you all do.

Zemo doesn't want to laugh but he can't help it. "You're saying all those years being the winter soldier and your kink truly is submission?"

Bucky winces rolling his eyes. "Yeah, Helmut. It's fucked up isn't it." He says, rocking his jaw, "You wanna laugh at me now? Point out the irony?"

You raise your hand, "I don't know if that actually..."

"Don't" Bucky cuts you off.

"Oh now James." Helmut says, changing his tone to one genuinely sympathetic," What's one of the fundamental rules of love? That true love starts within?" He smiles, walking back towards Bucky to pull him close. "I'm only teasing." He says gently. "And I shouldn't. It's a stupid defense. I use it when I know I’ve fucked up and don’t want to admit it. I’m sorry. Just ignore me."

"I tried that. You're like a very elegant bull in a china shop."

You giggle quietly.

"I can hear you." Zemo says, raising his brow at you and your smile warms to his. "Yes, well, I had to get your attention. You seemed intent on getting rid of me even though I knew how you felt. Which, as I've said to you before, I know why you couldn't explore it. Even in the moments when I made it clear I wanted you."

"I was just scared. That, and you were as good as gone, I just didn't see any way around it Helmut. I didn't know you'd have all of these plans. Yachts and French villas."

He shrugs "Part of the plan was for neither of you to know, and it worked. You're still here" He strokes Bucky's hair but looks over at you resting on your side. "Of your own free will because you choose to be. Yes?"

You nod "Yes of course." You answer.

"There's nowhere else I want to be." Bucky says, his gaze locked on Helmut. "Not if you paid me, begged me or forced me," Zemo looks down and you watch their profiles come slowly closer. "And I'm not mad, I'm just a little uptight about that day."

Even though I'm the one who went to prison?" Helmut asks. Bucky's gaze dances across Helmuts face and like you he settles on his lips.

" Because you're the one to went to prison."

"I still forgive you." Zemo insists and finally, their lips touch. It is the soft, easy kiss of love, not passion. Bucky's hand comes up and presses firm against Helmuts cheek keeping him close, and you have to hand it to them, they do know how to work through things better than most, and the make-up intimacy is always, well…

That little flicker of tongue makes your smile fade quickly and reminds you of what almost happened before the dogs ruined it. They part to look one another in the eye.

"And" He lets his gaze float your way "You were there to care for her, " He eyes you lying on the bed with a soft breath of a laugh.

"Think I did a good job?" Bucky asks, joining him.

You wouldn't let anyone else in the world talk about you like you aren't there except for them, but you do like when they ogle you together.

"Look at her, she's perfect. I don't think you had anything to do with that, but well done making sure she didn't fall into the hands of my many enemies." Zemo teases… you think. He stands "Come and fall into the hands of the men that love you." He says, his voice dropping deeper.

"So you're done fighting then?" You ask, rising slowly.

"It was never a real fight." Zemo answers. You go and kiss him sweetly feeling Bucky squeeze the back of your neck before he slips away "Just something that should have been said a while ago." He says pulling away.

You both look over at Bucky getting a class of water and you kiss Helmut’s cheek knowing he wants to go to Bucky.

"I would have been willing to have that conversation a while ago. Just so you know.” Zemo says at his side. “There was no need to go on carrying that with you for so long."

"I think I was nervous," Bucky says as he finishes his water.

"It really was hanging over him like a black cloud." You add going down to the floor to look for your favorite dried cherries.

"No secrets James, you know you can tell me anything," Zemo says, rubbing his smooth metal shoulder.

You smile, popping the tart, chewy fruit into your mouth. You love seeing them grow in the relationship.

"I do, actually. Thank you." He says and pauses to lean in and kiss him.

It was meant to be a peck. You can tell because he's still holding his water and his body is turned away, but that lasts no more than a few seconds before he's melting against Zemo.

It's funny you think —a dopey smile on your face as you watch— Bucky is taller than Helmut by about three inches in their bare feet, but you always forget. You could watch this brutal force of strength and power look so safe and content in the arms of the man he loves for the rest of your life if given a chance. Bucky leans into the kiss a little more and you eye the way Helmut circles the small of his back with his fingertips and wonder if he even knows that he does it? What does he do to you when you kiss?

Bucky's gasp snaps you out of your dreamy haze as you see that other side of him when he becomes this incredibly gorgeous display of sex, alive at Zemo's touch. He's nodding, sort of lowering as the Baron has his balls in hand through his boxers. You've missed what was said but whatever it was, Bucky is quickly submitting to it.

"Maybe it's a little obvious but— my house, my rules." Zemo smiles in Bucky's face and grips harder. "You know that I love you with all of my heart."

"Yes, Baron." Bucky says, through gritted teeth, holding the counter with his right hand, the vibranium braced on Zemo's shoulder.

"I only punish you for your own good. Especially for things like this. Such a betrayal. It is your fault after all." He says so casually you're annoyed that you've missed something yet again. And then your frown grows deeper.

He wouldn't…

Didn’t they just fix this? Not to mention the boundaries being pushed. You've crossed, blurred, and blown up lines, you've lived this life so long; but to punish Bucky for something that has affected him so deeply? You're not sure you can agree with it morally. Biting your tongue, you wait to see how Bucky will respond.

"Say it." Zemo says.

"It's my fault." Bucky manages, sinking just a bit more with a strained moan.

Zemo steps closer, putting his other arm around him to hold him close. "Next time, when I say put the dogs outside. I mean, put the fucking dogs outside. Do you understand?"

"Yes Baron." Bucky gives in and Zemo lets go kissing his cheek.

You drop your head back with a crack of laughter.

"That wasn't so bad was it?" Helmut declares, stepping back as Bucky slowly stands, the red in his face fading. "Looks like all I did was help move things along." Zemo laughs and Bucky protests, but he's not wrong. The massive erection under his boxers is begging to be toyed with again. Zemo looks over at you. "Why are you sitting there? Come on. I'd like to finish convincing you that we can spend all of our time fucking," He says in all seriousness but with that distinct spark of wild excitement in his eyes that makes people do what he says.

He should moonlight as a motivational speaker. "Fine. First, where's that candy bar Bucky?" You ask because you know you're going to need the fuel.

*

"I'm really happy you two finally had that conversation." You say, smiling at Bucky in the dark. You've come down into the garden for some water and air; it's so late you feel like two teenagers sneaking off together, having left Zemo asleep in bed. You're sitting at the little white iron table in the center of the garden on the pea-gravel path and Bucky looks up at you nodding.

"Me too. It was long overdue— obviously."

"Well, if there's one thing you're both good at, it's bottling emotions." You give him a playful smile.

Bucky agrees like you're the asshole but knows you mean no harm. He leans back, petting Lou, who followed you out. Their bond is unbreakable, and it's quite possibly the sweetest thing you've ever seen.

"Hey, I've been curious. How was New York? Helmut sort of hinted that it wasn't easy. Sorry for jumping right in on your first night back but I just worry."

"I know. But I really have been through worse." He says, and it doesn't take any stretch of the imagination to know he's telling the truth "Still, being separated from the people I love pushes the limits. Decades ago, it was my little sisters…"

This strikes a nerve. He's only mentioned them one time to you and never again.

"Then Steve. It's not the same with you and Helmut, I know you're alive and safe so that keeps me sane. I just feel like I'm always so far away…" His voice trails and you feel the lump in your throat hurt with the promise of tears.

"Bucky— I would come back with you, I would. I will!" You say, reaching for his hand on the table.

His smile is as sad as the vibranium is cool that closes around your fingers. "I know you would. And I'd be a fool to let you. How long do you think it would take before everyone looking for him closed in on you? And how long do you think it would take for me to kill them all to keep you safe. It's too dangerous." He says your name with the fear he feels at the thought of you risking everything just to go back and resume life with him in New York. "It was different before. I could pull a few strings, say you were just mixed up in his mess, fooled into going along with him, but it was over because he was in prison. Not anymore."

You sigh and sit back. You already know this.

"He has a place in Spain. Did you know?" You say, breaking the silence.

Bucky looks up at you. "What?"

You nod with a the tight-lipped smile of a woman in the know. "If this location is compromised, that's where we'll go,"

"You shouldn't have told me."

"It doesn't matter; you'll visit."

Bucky laughs. "Any other over-the-top locations I can add to the list?"

You consider telling him about the castle, but Zemo doesn't know that you overheard his conversation with Oeznik and the only reason you understood was that you forced Petra to tell you. Her loyalties lie with the family, but you and she have become quite close over the past few months. "No, I guess these two are enough."

"Ha!" Bucky is a little taken aback but not much. Nothing Helmut does really surprises him anymore. "Yeah, two is good," He jokes shaking his head. "New York is— lonely." He says, suddenly, looking you in the eyes, and your smile dies like someone blew out a flame. "I think I forgot about that part. Kinda wishing I'd stayed alone so that I would never have remembered."

"Really?" You ask, feeling the sting of his honesty.

He looks up, and you know instantly that he doesn't mean it. "No." He says with the sort of sweet dismissiveness that warms your heart.

"One day."

Bucky nods. "One day."

You bring your knees up under your chin in the chair, wrapping your arms around your legs. "So how's superhero...business…" Bucky is giving you a blank stare. You stare back.

"What?"

"You're serious right now?"

"What?" You feel a wave of heat. You know what he's talking about and you're trying not to blush like a fucking virgin.

"Really? Are we really not going to talk about what just happened?" He asks.

You slowly cover your mouth to keep from smiling pulling at your lips and look away. You don't know what to say, all you can do is look back at Bucky until your laughter threatens to wake the entire neighborhood.

"Shit…" You lay your head to your knee. "Um. I thought we'd just sort of be adults about it? Let it be?"

"I am being an adult! Adults talk about things, especially big moments in their lives. This was a big moment and I need to fucking talk about it." He whispers very loudly hitting the table.

You laugh against your thighs feeling your heart start to race as you drop your legs back down.

Looking at Bucky —happy and comfortable in a t-shirt and underwear— you can still see them, hear them, taste, smell, and feel them. Fuck it "Did it feel as good as I think it did?" You ask, instantly biting your lip. You feel nervous for him to answer.

Bucky slides down in his chair, hand behind his head, eyes up at the stars. He smiles, he sighs he laughs a little, he gets very quiet, and then he gets very serious. You give him all the time he needs. "I…" He pauses to think again "I did not imagine ever doing that… but… he looked so—beautiful. Not like the way you do." He sits up and stares at you again. "Its different. You're soft and warm, I want to protect you while warning everyone to get out of your way" He stops to laugh "You're home to me but Helmut… he's every moment I've ever been afraid or lost or scared and every time I've ever wanted more, a future, peace, love. I could see all of it. Right there; in the moment he looked back at me." He glances up at you and you can see that he's embarrassed to have said so much, but you don't give him any reason to be so he goes on. "Yes. Yes it felt good but it was more than sex. I've never really felt anything like it."

Your heart feels too tight. You reach for him, and he leans forward, dropping his head to rest on his cold arm bent on the table, and with a deep sigh, he takes your hand without looking. "It was the most natural thing that I've never done before," He says, his voice muffled in the dark space of his arm, "As natural as being with a woman. I think if I'd ever wondered about my sexuality before tonight, which trust me I haven't, but if I had, the moment I was inside of him," You hear Bucky's quick sigh, "I'd never doubt it again. He looks up at you, his face just a little flushed. "I can't compare the two of you, but I do know that I can't imagine never being inside of him again. I hope he knows that."

You just squeeze his hand, "I'm sure he does…”

It's happening so fast.

"Are you sure?" Bucky whispers in his ear.

You watch his black and gold hand curl through and up to press flat against Helmuts chest, holding him close from behind. "Yes," Helmut says, still confident in this moment of unexpected submission… but no. This doesn't have to always be an act of submission. This is an act of love. The games have been played tonight; Bucky has suffered for not doing as he was told. Now, here is his reward for nothing more than existing.

"You aren't my first James, far from it." Helmut says in the dark. "Far from it. But the first that I love, and the first that I want in this way because of it."

He smiles down on you, watching them with your legs spread on either side of theirs, comfortably laid on your back, and he leans to smooth his hand down your stomach and over to the bedding, where he picks up the little black remote "Don't worry," He says, and you realize your internal thoughts must show on your face. "It's all right. You still belong to me. He still belongs to me," He says, closing his eyes briefly, moving in slow, small waves with Bucky, who is losing himself to the excitement of what's about to happen.You can hear him laying kisses along Helmut’s back and shoulders, "This changes nothing, and you will both do as I say when I say it. Yes?" The all too familiar vibration against your clitoris begins, and your chin raises as your eyes shut, making you moan as he does from Bucky's increasing enthusiasm.

"Yes," You say quickly, watching with more anticipation and excitement and fear than you did when Bucky was the one between you.

Helmut gives a nod, and before you realize what he's doing, he reaches, pulls the panties aside, and runs two fingers along your spread divide. You're so wet you can hear the sound his fingers make as he glides and pumps them back and forth at your entrance, just enough to make your back arch, and then he lays the sticky champagne-like slick over your clit and lets the underwear snap back. You shiver and open your eyes.

"I love you." You whisper, catching your breath as Bucky leans to pull him back again, holding him so tight with his metal arm you're scared for him. Helmut's calm breaks just enough that you moan for him. You’ve never seen him make this face before. Bucky is breathing so heavy along his neck that you can feel it. Helmut looks off into the dark, but then he smiles.

"You won't break me, James. I promise." He says. And just before his eyes close and the air is knock from his lungs he grabs your thigh, and you grab his wrist. "I love you." He answers to the both of you.

"I still can't believe it happened," Bucky says, sitting up slowly. Lou lays his head in his lap, but Bucky pushes him away. "And why do I feel like I'd get on my knees for him even faster now? What the hell is that?" He laughs, sounding completely confused.

You laugh too and shrug. "I don't know. I’m sure there’s plenty of psychological work to be done there. But if it’s any consolation there’s just something about him. He’s the sort to get in your head no matter how you fuck. Pretty sure I warned you on the yacht,” you say and you both laugh. “Seeing him in a t-shirt and jeans helps— sort of?”

Bucky grins. "I wish I could stay long enough to see that version of him. For now he's still magic."

You sigh, shaking your head. "Yeah well, if it makes you feel better, I've seen most versions of him, and he is for me too. I think it's because we love him."

Bucky nods, smiles, sighs, looks off towards the wall of ivy and white flowers and you lose him to a memory that makes him blush.

"Okay, what?" You ask, shy to hear the answer.

"Nothing, just … the way you both looked." He glances at you. "I could see you too you know. You seemed afraid and then. Awed."

You quickly look away. It's embarrassing to hear, but maybe you were a little.

Helmut's hand slams into the wall well over your head and the slotted headboard. He reaches back with the other, grabbing for Bucky, pulling him close, urging him deeper—harder. His hand on the wall goes to a fist, Bucky's open mouth gasp becomes a moan against his ear, and their faces press close as they move. No, as Bucky moves, and Helmut has no choice but to move with him.

"When in all of that did you manage to see me? I mean I couldn't take my eyes off of you two." You say, staring at him, remembering it so well you're having trouble talking now. Your throat is tight, your chest rising and falling with the deeper breath of being so quickly aroused.

"I just opened my eyes." He says softly. "I had him in my arms, so tight around me, I could feel his heart racing under my palm. There you were beneath us. So pretty in that underwear," You both grin "I knew you were close; you had that little frown on your face." Your smile becomes a self-conscious eye roll, "I watched for as long as I could stand it, and then, well…" He happily shrugs.

Bucky is begging, pleading; he'll do anything to come. No, not just come— come inside of him. He wants to fill this man so badly he is gasping for air as he slams his hips forward, arms around his shoulders, mouth open, teeth grazing his neck and ear as he tosses out half-spoken pleas.

You're anticipating the way this will end, and just the thought of Helmut's aggressive explosion across your chest has you seconds away from beating them to a climax, but you wait to see how he takes it, how your Baron, the man who makes the rules and decides when and how to punish you both makes it through this. Both of his hands are on the wall, and Bucky has him by the waist now, but soon leans against him, his face pressed to the back of Helmuts head as he drives up and in so far you can only hear the deepest of breaths and moans that make it so easy to come.

It's your voice, your rhythmic breath and moan that sends them over.

"I can't stop," Bucky warns. You feel him touch your leg, his warm fingers gliding along your calf, holding you tight to both of them.

"Come with me." You hear Helmut's permission to you both and feel his hand on your thigh joining Bucky, and you rise onto your forearms back arching, breasts perked as you let the orgasm grab hold.

From them there is only the sound of skin on skin, their loud moans and deep ones mixed with gasps and your own feminine voice woven in.

The warmth that dots your chest makes you smile with your eyes closed as your contracted walls start to relax and your muscles begin to release. He'd given you the remote a while ago, thankfully, and you lay in the blissful still of the powered down vibration that only you control for the first and probably the last time.

Opening your eyes, you look down to find your breast and collar bones looking like a monochromatic Jackson Pollock. You'd laugh if you had any breath left, but you just look up to find them as quiet as you are, and that's how they stay for a while.

*

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you." Bucky asks, "I hurt you, didn't I?" He sounds frustrated with himself but still high from the unbelievable thing that's just happened.

In his arms, Zemo shakes his head, his damp brown hair against Bucky's smooth black shoulder, "No. I told you, physically, you wouldn't—not too bad— my heart is the only thing in danger of being crushed by you." He says with a soft, very tired but very satisfied single laugh as he rubs Bucky's thigh beside his own slowly, "All right fine, maybe my right shoulder, and my lower back, maybe my left arm but…"

"God damnit Helmut!"

*

"I don't think he's ever fallen asleep before us now that I think of it." You say, looking up towards the third floor of the house.

Bucky nods. "Yeah, I thought the same thing. He's okay, though, right? Just messing with me?"

"You are the most self-aware partner I have ever known. You did not hurt him." You assure Bucky. "He said as much at least two hundred times."

Bucky smiles wide. “Sneaky little shit"

"Yep."

"Well." He says, sort of shaking off the magic of reliving the night, "Should we let him sleep and have a drink to celebrate?"

You scrunch your nose and draw your shoulders up, feeling only a little naughty. "Have I ever said no?"

"Not since I've known you." He says, hopping up to head back to the kitchen.

"Wait, are we celebrating you topping?" You ask with a confused snort. "I mean, I'm all for important moments, but just so we're clear."

"I think we're celebrating— me understanding who I am. My therapist would be proud."

"You still have one?"

"Nah. But if I did, seems like the sort of thing they'd say was a step in the right direction. Tell me I'm making progress towards becoming a better me or something."

"Ha!" You slap his ass ignoring the way Lou jumps around, thinking it's time to play. "Then grab a bottle of Zemo's best champagne. You fucked him so good I felt it."

Bucky laughs, the blush in his cheeks in stark contrast to the man who just an hour or so ago had his metal arm around Helmuts waist and the other palm to the wall as he shoved into the Baron like the world was going to end tomorrow and this was the last and only time he'd ever have this man— maybe it was, but something told you that was not the case.

He may look sweet, but you watched the way Bucky walked into the house, strutting like he owned the place. You laughed and warned him not to get ahead of himself.

"Remember," You said a little later, sitting on the counter, sipping your champagne, "You may have fucked him, but who gave you the permission?"

You watch as Bucky's little smirk wavers, his blue gaze falls to the floor, and he stops chewing on the Red Vines he'd also had in his pack (how much candy did he bring and why?) When he looks at you again, you wink at him, and he stands straight, crosses his arms, uncrosses them, huffs, looks at you, then hits you over the head with the whip of red licorice.

"Gee,thanks.” He squints at you heading for the stairs “You always know just what to say."

#Baron Zemo #Bucky barnes #bucky barnes/zemo #zemo x female reader #bucky barnes x female reader #winterbaron #winterbaron x you #polysexual #poly romance #working through some shit #healthy relationships #who would have thought

[soft-icha-icha]

Sneaking Away From Team Seven // Kakashi Hatake x Reader Smut

Info: Kakashi and you are senseis who are training your teams together, and things get a bit heated between you two so you both sneak away.

Contains: blow job, fingering and penetrative sex. Not that kinky.

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I have no idea why I thought training with another team would be a good idea? It's double the work, and I'm nearly exhausted on having to train another three kids. I looked at my students, they were just working on their chakra placement and trying to climb up trees upright. At least they were getting somewhere. I looked over at the other team, and all I could hear was arguing. After hearing about how mean and strict Kakashi-Sensei is, I would've assumed his students were disciplined. I never really talked to Kakashi, but I knew who he was. Everyone does, he's one of the finest shinobi and somehow he got stuck with this team? And I do sure as hell mean he's fine in his skills and fine since he is pretty attractive. I wouldn't mind getting closer to him.

Hmmm, I should go help them instead of waiting around. I quickly tell my team that I'll be gone for a moment to help team seven catch up. I walk towards them, and Kakashi looks at me with a bored look on his face. How many times does he deal with this? As I get closer, I notice it's the blonde haired boy and the one with black hair arguing, the girl is just standing there, having no idea what to do.

"Need any help?" I ask Kakashi. He gives me a slight nod.

I really don't have time for this, so I just grabbed both boys by the collars of their shirt, and gave them both a dirty look. They've probably gotten use to Kakashi's cold stare but seemed phased by mine. I put them down gently.

"Great, now that I have you attention. Please get back to training. Kakashi-Sensei does not have time for your arguing, and I sure as hell don't. I would like to say that I'm a nice sensei who wants nothing but the best for pupils to succeed, but you both are getting on my nerves. I don't care who's ahead, you've both been beat by everyone else and are at the same level right now when it comes to this exercise. Don't piss me off again, got it?" I say in calm but authoritative tone.

Both boys seemed surprised but back off from one another, and turn around to get back to the trees.

I quickly tut at them.

"Where do you think you two are going? You have to apologize to your sensei for the stress you caused him from your fighting." I put my hand on Kakashi and I feel shift from one foot to the other.

The boys turn around and apologize to Kakashi before heading out to do their exercise again.

"Thanks for that, I was about to lose it," I hear Kakashi say.

I notice my hand is still on him, and swiftly take it off from him mumbling a quick sorry as I noticed he was looking at his shoulder.

"No problem, Kakashi-Sensei! I definitely want to help you anyway I can!" I enthusiastically say. I notice his stance waver again. Weird.

"Kakashi-Sensei, eh?" He questions.

"Yeah?—" I look at him in confusion, does he not like being addressed that way by his peers?—"Is that alright?"

"More than fine by me" Kakashi answers.

"You know the way you handled the boys, you sounded very different than you usually do," he states.

Different than I usually do? I don't think Kakashi knows me well enough to know me that way.

"I guess, like I said, I'm usually nice." I noticed he got closer. Oh shit, is he flirting with me?

"I like it, it really woke me up to hear  (y/n)-sensei

speaking that way." He put a hand on my shoulder now.

Yep, he definitely is flirting. God the things I would do to him, I internally scream. I place my hand on his, and look up at him through my eyelashes. Kakashi stares back at me.

"I can definitely speak that way more around you, but I usually try to keep to myself," I tell him.

"I can tell, I've always been curious about you, (y/n). I see you around all the time but I haven't really gotten a chance to talk until now," Kakashi says.

"I feel the same about you, Kakashi the copy cat ninja," I jokingly tease at the nickname he's been given.

I see a slight blush rise on his cheeks.

"I can show you what else I can do. Both our students are off in their own little worlds. I know somewhere we can be alone."

Before I can even respond, Kakashi quickly grabs my waist and jumps high, soon enough we were gone from the students in seconds. It's not long before we stop in a secluded area of the woods. We weren't that far from our students, I could hear their faint yells. I look around and notice the set up, it seemed very... romantic. There were string lights hung up, and the layout resembled a mini patio canopy, big enough for two people. It felt cozy.

"Do you take all the girls over here," I say as Kakashi guides me to the sofa.

"Only the ones that I like, and I have to say, you're the only one so far who's caught my attention." He pulls me on top of him as soon as he sits down.

I really had nothing to lose, so when I noticed him staring at me, I couldn't help but feel the need to kiss him all over. I grabbed his face, pulled down his mask (which took him by surprise), and kissed him harshly. I felt him kiss back. He was soon biting on my bottom lip as a way of asking me to open my mouth for him, so I did. I wanted every piece of him. He tasted so good, our tongues were roaming each other's mouths. Kakashi grabbed my hips and started to make me move back and forth on his crotch. I stopped kissing his lips in favor of kissing his neck, and he really seemed to like it when I kissed him there. Soon enough, I was able to tell when I found his sweet spot when I heard a soft groan come from him. I wanted to hear more of that.

"You look so pretty on top of me, baby—is it alright if I call you that?" I nod at the pet name he has given me.

I stopped kissing his neck, and decided to take in the scene around me, including him. This is the first time I've seen him without his mask on, and God knows why he wears it. He's gorgeous! And I'm not saying that because my mind is perceiving him more attractive since we're about to have sex, but he truly is! I just want him to take me right here, right now.

"Wow, Kakashi-Sensei, you're really hot!" I blurt out, a slight blush appears on my cheeks once I realize what I said.

"Thank you, baby. So are you, I've been wanting this forever," he lets it slip.

"Forever?"

Kakashi soon regains his confidence, and starts slowing undressing me. He begins by taking off my jacket and undershirt, leaving my bra exposed.

"Mmm... I've always had my attention on you. Your outfit really fits you right, and your face is gorgeous, and your personality is something else, you're the hottest kunoichi, everyone knows it," he tells me.

After undoing my bra, Kakashi cups my breasts and I start grinding on him, I can feel his cock underneath my ass. He feels big, and I wouldn't be surprised if he is. He soon let's go of my breast, and grabs my ass instead. I take his hint and grind a bit more harder on him. Kakashi grinds against me, and it feels so good. I quickly bring my hands to them hem of his shirt, and he gives me a playful look.

"It's no fair that I'm the only one without a shirt on," I exclaim.

He chuckles, and removes his jacket and undershirt. He was a sight to take in. I run my hands up and down his abs, and his v-line has images running through my mind. He soon smacks my ass, and grabs it again, continuing to grind against me. Kakashi is getting real worked up. I really want him inside of me, I think to myself as I feel his cock more underneath me. I slowly start unbuttoning his pants, and he grabs my wrist to stop me, he instead takes me off from him, and stands up to pull down his pants. I do the same, leaving my underwear on. Kakashi sits back down, and his bulge his huge. I had a really strong desire to suck on his cock.

I reach over and start palming him, Kakashi tries his hardest to not buck his hips up. I soon reach for the waistband of his boxers, and he slightly lifts himself up so I can take them off. As soon as I take off his boxers, his cock springs up and hits his lower abs. I was right, he is huge. I feel myself get wetter at the sight of his cock. Kakashi lets out a quiet hiss once he feels the cool air hit his cock. I waste no time licking up the side of his length, and softly kitten lick the tip. This quickly gets his attention as he lets out a grunt.

"Think you can take all of me, (y/n)?" He teasingly asks.

That was probably his way of telling me to hurry up, so I slowly start taking his cock into my mouth. I feel the tip soon hit the back of my throat and I slightly gag, I keep taking more of him. Kakashi's cock is bigger than I thought, so I take whatever is not in my mouth and wrap my hands around it to jerk him off. I look and see Kakashi with his head back, he places his hand in my hair and uses it to keep himself balanced. He soon starts letting out low groans, and every time I hear them, I get more wet.

"You're so good with your mouth, (y/n)," he mumbles. He was too caught up in pleasure.

I start bobbing my head up and down, and I can tell he's keeping himself from fucking my throat. Maybe next time, right now I just really want him in me, especially after knowing how big he is. Given the position we were in, him sitting on the couch and me on the couch as well on all fours right next to him, I feel Kakashi's hand softly rub in between my folds which were covered by my underwear, he moved my underwear to the side, and slowly starts to run his finger through my pussy.

"Is this turning you on as much as me?" Kakashi questions.

I hum in response, and I feel him insert a finger inside me. I keep my composure, and continuing sucking on his cock. His finger was long and reached all the right places, he slowly started pumping the one finger inside me. I falter a bit, but regain myself and take his cock out of my mouth. I start licking up the side of cock again. I feel Kakashi insert another finger in me, stretching me out a bit. I would need at least three fingers to stretch me out for his cock. Kakashi curls his two fingers while moving them in and out, and I moan at that. He really knew what he was doing.

Soon we were both moaning messes with my mouth on his cock, and three fingers of his inside my pussy. I can't hold out much longer, I need to get fucked by him now!

"Kakashi, could you please fuck me?" I ask politely, he seemed into that type of thing.

He takes his fingers out of me, and situates me on his cock. Feeling the tip of his cock, I slowly sit down on it. I feel it stretching me out so good, I feel so full. His cock fits perfectly.

"Feeling full, baby?" Kakashi asks. I nod at him, not having the breath to answer him.

After a few moments of us just staying still so I could get adjusted to his size. I give him the okay to move. He softly starts thrusting inside me, careful not to be aggressive. I let out a whimper as I feel his cock inside me, the feeling of fullness was overwhelming. I loved it. I begin kissing him and he returns the favor, gaining momentum the more we kiss. I soon start fucking myself back onto his cock, this new feeling has us both moaning. Kakashi runs his hands all over my body, I can feel his start fucking me harder.

"Kakashi, you're so big, you feel so good," I loudly exclaim, I was certain I feel could his cock in my lower abdomen, it felt so good.

"Yeah? You're fucking myself really nicely on my cock, if you keep doing that I may cum soon," he pants.

This only makes me more determined in my movements that I started grinding on his cock while it's inside me. I feel the head of his cock, softly brush against my g-spot, I loudly moan.

"Is that your special spot, baby?" Kakashi is soon thrusting in that same direction leaving me breathless. All I could do was just moan his name.

He starts rubbing on my clit, just overstimulating me , I'm not sure how much I can handle. This was all too much.

"Kakashi, I really need to cum," I tell him while still riding his cock. I clench around him, and he moans, begging me to do it again.

"I let you cum, (y/n), just one favor, scream out Kakashi-Senei when you do."

He once again speeds up his thrusts, my senses were off the chart. He was hitting me g-spot repeatedly while rubbing my clit, it was too much to handle. In less than a minute I was clinging onto him as I yelled for Kakashi-Sensei while cumming all over his cock.

"Such a good girl," he tells me, holding his breath.

I feel Kakashi cum deep inside me, and it sets off my senses again, we both softly grind on each other to ride out our orgasms. We're both trying to catch our breaths. Not long after we've calmed down, we quickly get dressed. Don't ask about how we cleaned up, cause we didn't—I sure as hell didn't, though Kakashi doesn't seem to mind.

"Well that was something else," Kakashi speaks up.

"Yeah, really wasn't expecting to end up with Kakashi-Sensei's cum in me," I retort. I see him mega blushing.

"You know, I like it when you call sensei," he says.

"I can tell, and I'll gladly call you whatever you'd like if you keep giving me the time of my life like that all the time." I kiss him softly.

He kisses me back, as both dust off our uniforms. We start walking back to where we last saw our students. I see him pull out a book, and I read the title. Is this where he got the idea?

"So it's agreed, we're both into this, and will hopefully continue seeing each other?" Kakashi asks for confirmation.

"I would like that," I say.

"I'd like that as well."

We walk in silence, both grinning as we approach our students. They were just playing games together while we were gone I'm assuming. They look up once they here our footsteps getting closer. Without any questions asked since they most likely thought we were called for something important, I walk my students home. Kakashi does the same.

"Hope we can do this again, (y/n)-sensei!" I hear Kakashi shout.

I look back, and notice he stopped in his tracks.

"How about the day after tomorrow? Same place, same time. I may need to rest for a bit," I say, catching him off guard.

He quickly turns around after seeing the confused looks on his students' faces. I catch up with my students who I let go on without me, and they tell me all about their training.

I can't wait until the next time we meet up.

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anyone want a part two?

Hoped you enjoyed this!

Word Count: 2,796

Posted: 04/20/20

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[baka-writings]

I'm all yours - Chan (A.C.E) smut

for @dongwowjunjachan 😈 It's a bit interesting writing for Chanie since he is such a baby, but I'll do my best! ~ Also I know you wanted it to be rlly fluffy, but I don't think it'd be good, it would turn out annoyingly fluffy and that's not what we want right. 😂💗

Them thighs

You've been hanging out with A.C.E for almost a year now. It's been also a year since you started dating Chan. Boys love you so much, you made their youngest happy. You were a bit younger than him and even more innocent. You two met in your school as you had some subjects together.

You came to visit them today as they've got some free time and you had holidays.

" Hyung can you please open the door? It's Y/N " You could hear Chan telling one of his members to open the door as you knocked. A small smile formed on your face, because only hearing Chan's voice made you so happy to have him. You could hear footsteps getting closer to the door.

"Hey Y/N! Nice to see you there, come in~" A small figure appeared in front of you and hugged you.

"Hi Byeongkwan" You greeted him too and stepped inside only to smell something delicious.

" What's that amazing smell? " You asked Jason who was smiling at you which you found a bit weird.

" Chanie cooked something for you! " You could hear Donghun yelling from who knows which room. All you could do was raising your eyebrows. Chan and cooking? No way.

You were still surprised, but brushed it of when you saw what he cooked. It looked amazing and you were really surprised.

" Hi Y/N " Jun, Chan and Seyoon said in unison as they saw you entering the kitchen. Before you you could open your mouth to greet them, Chan ran to you and gave you a tight hug which you returned also with a sweet kiss to which he smiled cutely at you.

" Okay, but now.. What is all of this? " You raised your eyebrows again.

" I wanted to make you happy, because I know we don't see each other much so I made us a nice romantic lunch " Chan blushed when he said it.

" Yea Y/N, he really worked hard! " Jun told you, putting his arm around maknaes shoulders.

" Now please sit down until I finish this last thing~" Chan winked at you a held a chair for you to sit down. You thanked him and winked back.

" Okay so now you're here, we can go " Junhee told others and they begin to walk away.

" Yea right, enjoy~~" They all waved at you and you waved at them.

" You know.. You didn't have to do this "

" But I wanted to and now shh " He put a plate in front of you and gave you a sweet kiss.

" It smells so good~" It also tasted good not only smelled.

" Thank you love, but let's talk abput something else? For example how was your day? "

" It was was good, but it got way more better when I came here "

" Don't worry it will get even better " Chan more like whispered to himself.

" What? " You gave him a 'wtf' look.

" Oh nothing, let's eat~" He lowered his gaze so you don't see his pink cheeks.

You were talking about everything while eating. From weather to their practices and schedules.

" Would you like a second plate? " Chan asked you while taking the first one.

" No thank you, It was delicious, but I'm full "

" Haha alright " he put everything in the dish washer.

" Let's watch a mo- " you were cut off by Chan kissing you. However this wasn't a kiss you were used to, it was a deep passionate one.

" Y/N, you know I love you so much right? " You noded.

" I have something else for you too " he grabbed your hand and led you to his room. You already know what was the 'other thing'. You were a bit scared to be honest, neither of you are experienced in that, so it also made you a bit worried, but you couldn't say you weren't ready.

" Y/N.. You know.. We've been dating for a long time and I think we could maybe bring it to the next level? " You kissed him, which he took as a 'I am ready' and a big smile appeared on his face which was later replaced by a small smirk.

" I love you Chan " you kissed him passionately. Chan slowly layed you down on his bed howering over you, looking deep into your eyes. He started kissing you slowly so you can stay calm. While he was kissing you, he started to undress your shirt which he succeed doing. He stopped kissing you just to admire how beautiful you were which made you shy.

" Don't be shy, you are beautiful " He smiled at you and started kissing your chest and massaging your boobs through bra. You let out a small moan which surprised both of you as you weren't used to that sound. However Chan didn't stop, he continued what he was doing and unclapsed your bra and yet again massaged your boobs. Oh how amazing his touch was. You yourself didn't know what came into you, but you undressed his shirt so now both of you were shirtless. You trailed your small hands along his abs and blushed.

You didn't go lower, because you didn't know what to do and when you saw how hard he already was, you could admit that you freaked out. Chan saw it, took your hand and slid it along his abs again and stopped on his boner. He moaned at your touch, but at the same time pushed your hand away.

He countinued with kissing you everywhere he could when he reached your panties which, not gonna lie were soaked. Chan undressed them, all you could feel was a cold breeze hitting your clit.

At first, Chan only kissed your clit lightly then used his tongue.

" hmm.. Chanie " You moaned, it felt so good.

You didn't want to believe it was his first time also, he looked so relaxed.

" Is something wrong? " He saw you looking at him so it stopped.

" No, everything is alright " You kissed him, but it turned Chan on even more that he pushed his clothed boner on your clit and that made both of you moan into the kiss. It was unknown from where your confidence came, but you unbottoned his jeans and pulled them down with which he helped you. You didn't want to stare at his member, but you couldn't take your eyes away and that made Chan blush.

" I'm s.. sorry " Chan kissed you and looked deep into your eyes. You noded your head again and he slowly entered you.

It hurted a bit and you closed your eyes as you tried to absorb the pain. Chan saw it and stopped.

" Y/N A.. Are you okay? " You just noded again and he fully entered you. Both of you became moaning messes.

Let's say he wasn't rough, but also wasn't vanilla.

It didn't take long when both of you came, panting and looking at each other both of ypu smiling. Chan kissed your whole face telling you hudreds of times how much he loves you.

" Y/N~ Thank you for trusting me " Chan became clingy as both of you were facing each other.

" How could I not? I'm all yours.. Forever" You gave him a small peck. That made Chan really really happy and you knew that, because he almost killed you with the tight hug of his.

This didn't turn out well, but I hope you like it at least a bit!

#a.c.e #a.c.e scenarios #a.c.e reactions #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #kpop smut #a.c.e smut

[hydrangeathief]

I gotta hear more about mob!AU DA. Possibly as prompt 50, I'm sure they've been thinking that more than once.

(i kinda changed the mob au into one where wkm didn’t happen and the DA is brought onto the case with no prior knowledge of these freaky mob guys. whoops?)

50. “Oh god, I need a drink.”

Outside, the wind howls and sleet beats on the windows, but the police station is warm and well lit. Someone, probably Mary from three cubicles over, has strung tiny lights over the doorframes. There’s a ceramic Christmas tree on Jenkins’ desk and the Avery brothers are happily bickering over what to get their mother for Christmas. (Thomas Avery thinks a new pair of boots, James Avery thinks a new purse.)

The DA leans back in their chair and surveys the room with a contented sigh. All is peaceful, full of winter cheer, the smell of vanilla and gingerbread wafting from the wax melter on Mrs. Rodriguez’s desk. 

“Hey, DA!” someone shouts. The speaker is a detective they know, but can’t really remember the name of. Abe? Maybe?

“Yes?” the DA asks, slightly nervous. They’ve just been promoted, after all. They probably shouldn’t be here, in the station, hanging out with regular cops and detectives. It’s just that their new office, while nice, is completely lacking in human touches or bright winter holiday cheer. The station is like home.

“You need to be caught up on the freaky fucks we’re investigating,” Abe says. “Come with me.”

The DA follows Abe into an empty conference room, where Abe shuts the door but does not turn on the light. They sit together on the side of the table that puts both the window and the door in sight. Abe glances over his shoulder twice before clearing his throat.

“Is your phone on you?” he asks, and when the DA nods he holds his hand out for it. Confused, the DA gives it to him. Abe tosses it out the window.

“They’re probably listening to us,” he says by way of explanation. “Just say it got stolen. You’ll get a new one.”

The DA crosses their arms and leans back, fuming. 

“Now, let’s get into it,” Abe says, and spins a wild tale of rival gangs. No, not gangs. Mobs. Silent, violent, hidden mobs that move through the shadowy places of the city and keep a tight hold on all who call this place home.

“There are four groups, but sometimes they work together and sometimes they split up. We can’t really keep tabs on them,” Abe says. “There’s the biggest, most dangerous group who call themselves Egos. God knows why. They’re pretty much identical, so watch out for suspicious twins or triplets or octuplets or some shit. The guy in charge is nasty, but he’ll win you over before he does anything to you. He’s smooth. Suave. Beautiful.”

The DA blinks, but Abe rolls right along.

“There’s the Irish, too. Smaller group, but also completely identical to one another. We haven’t really been able to pinpoint a head to the operation, but my money’s on the guy with kids. See, this little family isn’t organized in the slightest. Keeping them together’s gotta be like herding cats. Only guy equipped to do that is the one we know for a fact has kids, but that’s a point in our favor, since he seems pretty tame. It’s the knife guy you need to watch out for.”

The DA tries to cut in, but Abe’s in his element.

“The other two are pretty small groups, just a couple of folks each. One of them’s another supernatural cluster of fucking clones, just like the last guys. They’re skinny guys and they might seem kinda on the small side, but I swear to god they’re acrobats or something. Don’t put your back to them, ever.”

Abe points a finger harshly at the DA, as if the emphasize his point. They nod along silently to show that they’re listening intently, despite the fact that everything Abe is saying is absolutely, completely, entirely insane. 

Abe clears his throat. “Now, these last guys, they’re normal. Just human people who got mixed up in this shit somehow. Their boss is supposedly a dude who looks just like the Egos, but I don’t believe that for a second. No, their boss is actually the lady, Kathryn something. We don’t really have much info on her, or any of them, but they’re the ones to look out for. They’re human, just like us, so they know how we think. They know how we feel.”

The DA lets out a long sigh and puts their head on the table. When they speak, it’s to the wooden tabletop, eyes closed, focusing entirely on asking themselves why, exactly, they ever agreed to take the promotion.

“God,” they mutter. “I need a drink.”

#ask #onnastik #THANK YOU ONNA FOR THIS PROMPT #BLESS THE MOB AU #mob au #my writing #a post from me

[cherrystreet]

hey! i was just thinking, that i've been listening to the songs harry requested on radio 1 and they've been stuck in my head for so long omg. and like, i'm not connecting the songs he requested to larry, but with each song a little scenario ab them plays in my head! was wondering if you could write little snippets based on a couple of the songs? sweetest devotion by adele and issues by julia michaels!

I got really carried away with this; I combined both of these songs and very subtly put a few of the lyrics into a mess of 3k. I hope this works for you xx

Louis watches the build up and break over a period of months. Years, even. Harry’s tired. They both are, but Harry’s exceptionally so. He’s been working nonstop on his album, his photography, himself, and now that he’s back in the limelight all day, everyday, it’s taking a serious toll. Louis doesn’t say anything or imply that Harry needs to slow down, but he wants to, just isn’t quite sure how. Harry’s been a little moodier, a little more on edge, and the whole time Louis is trying to figure out a way to approach the subject lightly, it seems that Harry has already given it just as much thought as Louis has, if not more.

“I think I wanna take some time off,” he says one night just before bed. He’s in the middle of changing his pants, tripping into them like he always does. “Like, hide, maybe?” The way he says it makes it sound like he’s asking for permission from Louis, just to make sure they’re currently at the same level.

Louis raises a brow from his position in bed and looks up, relieved, worried. “Yeah? Like go on an extended holiday?”

“Mmm, something like that.”

“Care to elaborate?”

Harry crawls into bed beside him, shirtless and shoulders pink from his sunburn. The weather was mild and about 10 degrees today - typical for January - but they spent the majority of the day outside, anyway, Harry lounging in the backyard, ignoring Louis’ request to venture out. Paps, he said simply, going back to shielding his eyes from the LA sun.

“I rented out a place in Maine,” he says, reaching for his reading glasses on the bedside table. He doesn’t really need them, but no matter how much Louis teases him about it, he continues to wear them, squinting without them. Dramatic. “I’m not even really sure where it is, but I know it’s right on a lake, it’s in the woods, it’s secluded, it’s…” He sighs. “Not here.”

Louis’ stomach tightens. “You trying to get away from me, Styles?”

“No, God no.” Harry shakes his head, curls finally grown back in and bouncing. “I’m trying to take a break from everything, but that doesn’t include you. You can come with me, if you want. But don’t feel obligated to. I know how much you love it here. And that you like writing here best.”

I love it here because you’re here. “I’m comin’ with,” he replies eventually.

“You want to?”

“Yes. You’re a bit strange for wanting to fuck off to the middle of nowhere but. I’m used to your weirdness by this point. No judgement here. I’ll come with.”

Harry smirks, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose like Louis always does. Copy cat. “Good.”

“So, when’re we leaving?”

“Thursday morning.”

“Christ, you’re an impulsive lad, aren’t you?”

“I suppose.”

“Makes life interesting.”

Harry nods, reaching for the remote for the telly, then setting it back down. “I’m very happy. I really am. I just need a change, yeah?”

“It’s okay to, like, want to step back,” Louis says softly. “You don’t have to be grateful and positive every second of the day. Wanting to escape is probably the most normal thing I can think of.”

He’s quiet for a moment, probably thinking. He purses his lips when he looks at Louis. “Thank you.”

“Absolutely.”

“And you’re gonna escape with me? Until you’re tired of me?”

Louis smiles, turning off his bedside light. “Absolutely.”

Maine is fucking cold. Painfully cold. Being on the water does nothing to help that, and Louis spends the first week inside, wrapped in blankets and jumpers, the tip of his nose now permanently red. Harry makes him tea, all the while repeatedly saying, “It’s so gorgeous out here. The water seems so still under the ice. Look at all the snow. The trees. There are so many.”

Louis just rolls his eyes, jamming his toes under Harry’s thighs. “Yes, yes, nature is amazing. Would be more appreciative if it wasn’t so bloody freezing.”

The cabin is nothing to brag about. The kitchen is far from gourmet, the appliances old and creaky, and though there are three bedrooms, they’re all small, cramped. The living space offers next to nothing other than an old wood stove (which quickly becomes Louis’ best friend), and the entire space is outdated, in desperate need of some serious love. Louis keeps his mouth shut, though, because Harry is the happiest Louis has seen him since he got back from touring. He’s lounging, he’s playing his guitar, he’s fucking smiling, and Louis can’t stop staring at him, not worried for the first time in ages.

January ticks by quickly, the silence around them both calming and unnerving. It takes a while to get used to not having an agenda, not mapping out their day according to where paparazzi and nosy fans are, but once they figure out how to appreciate the new environment, Louis feels light. He turns off his phone for the majority of the day, the owls hooting and coyotes howling the soundtrack to their nights instead of constant beeping and ringing, and even though he gives Harry shit for essentially writing love songs about all that Maine has to offer, he’s finding himself embracing the change, too. He sleeps better than he has in months, the cold air numbing his lungs, his mind, dead tired by the time he slides under the duvet cover beside Harry each night. And though Louis knew Harry had been tense in months prior, he hadn’t realized how stressed he’d actually been. He has a comparison now, though, can see the way the bags under Harry’s eyes are clearing up, can see the brightness back in his grin, isn’t blind to the way he seems to be a little touchier than usual, fumbling into bed with Louis before it’s dark out, his hands restless and his mouth hot. On Harry’s birthday, they get stuck at the cabin, snowed in, but it doesn’t matter. Louis wakes him up slowly, Harry whining low in his throat the whole time, and when Louis does his best to make breakfast in bed with the limited ingredients they have in the kitchen, Harry acts like it’s the best gift he’s ever received. Louis almost believes him.

The shadows outside from the trees are long, ominous, and beg to be touched. Pine trees, oak trees; they’re all strong and sturdy and bare, the tops of them disappearing against the inky black sky, stars bright and unclouded by smog like in the city. The firewood snaps, the steam from mugs swirl up, their breath comes out like smoke in wisps. Heavy blankets feel like weights, heavy and safe. The yard is white. The lake is frozen. Sometimes, when Harry is finally fast asleep, his breathing even and his mind finally shut off, Louis will sneak out and stand out on the back deck, shaking in the cold, numb, could scream if his lungs would work, but it wouldn’t matter because no one is around to hear him.

It’s rejuvenating, it’s the best therapy he’s ever had, and damn Harry for knowing exactly what they both needed, somehow. Louis hadn’t realized how stuffed up he was, too, was so focused on Harry’s well being that he hadn’t realized he was also under the pressure of it all.

They’re incognito. Anonymous. Louis has never felt so exposed, so secluded. He never wants to go back.

Spring rolls in from out of nowhere; Louis has flown back to LA four times, home to his family twice, and to Miami once for a promise to record with a new group of people. When he’s gone, he misses the cabin, misses Harry, but finds himself feeling refreshed when he’s back to work, back with his people. It’s a nice balance for once.

Harry only leaves Maine twice, though, seemingly happy to stay locked away, exploring the woods, hiking and creating his own paths up and down muddy walkways. Louis invites him to come away with him but Harry just shrugs and says, “I’m good, baby, thank you.”

The ice melts away, the flowers emerge. It’s cooler in the mornings and evenings, afternoon temperatures comfortable with a light jacket on. They make dinner together and eat out on the back deck, watching the waves lap up against the dock, and they talk about their writing, what’s going on in their heads. Harry doesn’t tense up like he has over the course of the past year when Louis asks what he’s worked on today, and instead, lights up when he passes Louis his leather bound notebook across the table. His handwriting is messy but precise as always, and Louis nods along as he reads through the second verse.

“This,” he says. “This part is great.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Louis confirms. “Phenomenal, really. Jealous I didn’t think of it first.”

Harry smirks, dimple poking out, and Louis wants to stick his finger in it. “Could’ve, if you spent more than ten minutes sitting still.”

“Hey, I do.”

“Sleeping doesn’t count.”

Louis shrugs. “Whatever. As long as you’re feeling good about where you are right now.”

“I am.”

“I’m glad.”

Spring in Maine is different than spring anywhere else Louis has lived. The leaves seem to bloom all at once, the branches grey and bare on Wednesday, green and thick by Thursday. The ground smells like dirt and wildflowers and new. The rain sweeps in every other day out of nowhere. It coats the pavement and grass, beading against the blades, sounds like pop rocks across the lake. It lulls Louis to sleep almost every time.

At the end of May, Harry has 18 songs complete, sings them so often that Louis has them memorized. Louis asks Harry if he’s ready to get back to LA and record, or maybe find some remote location somewhere to set up, like Juneau or the Keys or a tiny island off the coast of Ireland. Harry shakes his head.

“Nope. I’m good. Still want to be here.”

Louis just nods antsy.

June, July, and August are bloody hot, the humidity stifling. Louis wakes up with Harry plastered to his back every morning, stuck together from sweat, and he feels like he can’t breathe, suffocating in more ways than one. There’s no air conditioning, so Louis spends the majority of his time in the water, hissing from the shock of it when he dives into the wake. Harry typically joins him, ducking down to lick the water droplets off his collarbone, his neck. It feels good, being in their bubble, Harry’s hands wandering without consequences.

The lightning bugs come out half nine every night, mirroring the lightning streaking across the sky, and Harry says it’s for them, their own private show. Louis murmurs under his breath, “Well, no one’s here, Harry, who else would it be for?” Harry doesn’t answer that, just pulls Louis in closer, eyelashes sweeping across his cheekbones.

“You don’t have to stay,” he whispers.

“You don’t, either,” Louis counters.

“I’m just not ready to jump back into the speed of what used to be. I feel like I’m being more productive now than I’ve ever been, while I’m unwinding. Simultaneously.”

He gets that, understands completely. But. “It’s been awhile, love.”

“Okay, yeah, I know.”

Louis waits for Harry to say something else, but he doesn’t, just clinks his ice around in his glass, water sloshing over the side. The frogs are croaking, the crickets are chirping, and it’s the first time that Louis wants to shut it all off.

He heads back to LA for good just before the leaves start to transform into golds, reds, oranges, yellows, browns. Harry sends him pictures every morning, telling Louis he’s missing the views, followed by, I’m missing the views, too, if you know what I mean. Louis rolls his eyes at that and replies with, Come to LA and you can get a full show. Harry doesn’t come back, though, and Louis doesn’t expect him to.

It’s hard, missing Harry this much for the first time in ages, especially when he knows Harry still isn’t quite right. He can’t halt his life, though, can’t hole up in the woods forever, touching and kissing and listening to Harry’s pen scrawl across paper at three in the morning. It’s not realistic to continue to hide away, not when they both have so much waiting for them.

“We both clearly have some issues,” Louis says through the phone late one night in October. LA was hot today, but Harry told him he’s comfortable in a jumper and trackies, a little chilly, even. It feels like they’re worlds away, and not just on opposite ends of the country. “But you can’t keep yourself off the grid. Not forever.”

“I didn’t say it was forever,” Harry argues. “It’s not like I’ve been glued to this house. I’ve been home to see my mum and Gemma. I went to Sydney last month. I’ve been back to LA with you.”

“Yeah, once.”

“Lou, I need to do this for me. I did it for us, really, but now you’re gone and you’ve figured out how to settle but I haven’t. Not quite yet. You’re always one step ahead and I’m just trying to catch up.”

Louis swallows, picking at a scab on his knee. He has no idea where it came from. “See, that’s funny, because I always feel like we’re on exactly the same page.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I’m not sure I do.” He pauses to clench and unclench his jaw. “I love you. And I hope you’re feeling the way you want to feel. I’m trying to be supportive but I also want to slap you and, like, I haven’t seen you in six weeks and it’s just. Come home.”

“Baby, when I come home, I’m heading straight for you. First thing.” Harry breathes through the phone for a beat. “I miss you. So much. Stepping away from the public was exactly what I needed. I know you can tell how much better I sound. How much healthier.”

Louis nods, because it’s true. “Yeah.”

“The next step would have been stepping away from. Everything.” He doesn’t have to explain further for Louis to know he’s implying breakup. “I had to. And guess what.”

He pauses to exhale. “What.”

“I’ve written another album. Like, 53 songs that I’m trying to sort though. I’ve never felt more at peace with myself. With you. I haven’t missed you like this in ages. I forgot what it felt like to love this hard. And, like, I don’t want us to be tired of one another. Tell me if you are.” His voice wavers, just slightly. “Because I feel like now I’m on my way to being fixed, and in turn, that fixed everything else. Even things that didn’t need major repairs. Like us.”

Louis squeezes his eyes shut. “Never gonna be tired of you.”

“Thank God,” Harry whispers. “Hey, Lou.”

“Harry.”

“I had to use the heated blanket last night.”

“Was it really that cold?”

“No, but usually I have someone in bed with me and he’s pretty warm. Felt lonely.”

Louis smiles, shaking his head. “Put on wool socks next time.”

“Good advice.”

Over the course of the next month, Louis isn’t sure where they stand. They’re together, but Harry isn’t as communicative, and nothing feels reassuring anymore. Louis has to resist the urge to call and fight with him, just to put his negative energy somewhere, unsure of where else to put it, and he can’t believe he’s jealous of a Goddamn cabin. Louis has never been as devoted to anything in his entire life, nothing more than Harry, but he doesn’t know how to figure it all out on his own.

Turns out, he doesn’t have to.

He comes home to his boy lounging on their couch on a Tuesday night in November. He looks like he never left, bag of crisps on his lap, fucking wool socks covering his feet. He tips his head back and looks over the back of the couch when he hears Louis walk in.

“Hi, baby,” he says, the look on his face evident that he’s pleased with himself, sneaking through LAX without being seen, without Louis knowing. “‘m back.”

“I can see that.” Louis saunters over, not thinking about it as he carefully climbs astride Harry’s hips. He looks so good, smiling in that Harry way of his. “Decided to show up with no warning?”

Harry drops the bag onto the coffee table in favor of sliding his hands up and down Louis’ back. “Wanted to be a surprise.”

“I’ll say.”

“A good one, I hope.”

“Still thinking about it.”

He smirks, hands still moving. “You look gorgeous.”

“Obviously.”

Harry snorts and rolls his eyes. “Wish you’d seen some of autumn. Best season, by far. I swear, the lake looks orange from the reflection of the leaves. You’d love it. Gonna have to go back with you there someday.” He backtracks when he sees the look on Louis’ face. “For, like, a long weekend.”

He laughs, pressing his forehead to Harry’s. “Don’t think I’d love it as much as I love having you back here.”

“You and my manager.”

Louis needs to make sure: “You didn’t come back here for him, though, right.”

“No. I didn’t. Being away… It didn’t feel like home anymore. I needed time to refocus and recenter. I missed.” Harry looks up. He looks young, like the Harry Louis fell in love with so many moons ago. “A lot of things. But mostly you. Can’t wait to get you in the studio with me and show you what I have so far. And just can’t wait to start living again, yeah? You know what I mean? I’m ready to do this.”

Louis doesn’t have to ask what ‘this’ is. He knows. He feels it.

And maybe they are on the same page.

#my drabble #drabble #answered #anon