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[seireiteihellbutterfly]

Second Chance Sorcerer Chapter 2

Summary: After surviving Mahito's Idle Transfiguration in the Shibuya Incident, Nanami finds himself in an unknown realm between life and death. Will he escape?

Pairing: Nanami Kento x Fem! reader

A/N: Chapter 2 is here! So we come to the world of the living where reader is grieving Nanami's death. Reader-centric chapter, but Nanami is brought up heavily. Originally made with my OC, to read that version, check out my AO3 account, but it's in Y/n format here.

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Chapter 1 | Nanami masterlist

There’s an incessant knocking at the door and it takes all of your energy to not scream at whoever it is to go away. You felt like someone had hit you with a sledgehammer, your sleep disturbed and restless. Why was everyone so determined to give you company when all you wanted to do was be left alone?

No one understood the hollow feeling in your chest, how you woke up every night screaming, remembering Mahito’s disgusting grin of triumph as he had murdered Nanami in cold blood. How you had begged Nanami to let you take him out of Shibuya station along with Maki, the burns on his body looking so raw and painful. He had fixed you with the same look he would give you when you was hesitating to take a shot at him during hand-to-hand combat training sessions. That stern expression of disapproval, despite his own pain and exhaustion.

“Take Maki-san and leave. I’ll be fine Y/n-san. I can’t leave. Not yet.” And you had been helpless to argue against him. you never could. There was a hypnotic quality to the way Nanami instructed you, said with a finality that you could never disobey. The man had a death wish, you knew that, and you had foolishly believed securing him with a protective charm would drive away the shadow of demise that seemed to hover over him all the time. You should have knocked him unconscious and dragged his ass out with Maki. Shoko was on site. She could have healed him, and he would be here, grieving their other losses instead of…

Your heart constricted painfully, remembering how you had held onto Yuji as hard as you could, your ears bleeding from his hysterical screaming as he swore his revenge on Mahito. Nanami’s loss hung heavily in the air. Although most of the Jujutsu community was more invested in Gojo being sealed, it was Nanami’s death that affected you the most. Nanami your mentor, your dour, unwilling mission partner, your whole heart…now gone. Like he had never existed, no trace of him left. 

“Y/n-san?” The knocking continues and with a snarl, you roll off the bed, your hair a dreadful mess, not caring that you’re still in pajamas, and yank open the door only to see Ino and Yuji standing there, Yuji carrying a takeout container. Your ire washes away only to be replaced by a dull ache as you see them. “Oh. it’s you two.” You slink back to the bed and disappear under the covers.

“We haven’t seen you for two days now Y/n-san.” Ino shuts the door as Yuji sets the takeout container on the table. “You can’t just lock yourself away. We’re a team. Team Nanami, remember?” Ino gives you a wan smile which you don’t have the energy to return. Yuji settles down on a chair and says nothing.

Your heart aches for the boy, so young, a teenager, looking so weary and serious, shouldering the weight of a much older man. “I haven’t been in a mood to see anyone. Everything that happened at Shibuya…I can’t.”

Your voice trembles, threatening to spill out all the unspent grief you’re carrying. You hadn't explicitly told anyone about your feelings for Nanami, believing it was pointless. You were his apprentice after all, a title almost similar to being his student, and it was a boundary you hadn’t been willing to cross. Nanami had helped craft your abilities after all, abilities you had been terrified of using, abilities that had plagued your entire life, that you wished you hadn’t been born with; until he had shown you how to use them for a higher purpose. 

It was an astonishing experience, developing a cursed technique, needing much hands-on instruction. Literally. Nanami would constantly adjust your hands, your stance, and your combat positions, tutting at you impatiently. You had felt like you were in a ballet academy under the care of a rigorous instructor, the type that would raise their student’s arms and chin and adjust their posture using the end of a cane.

He had started you off the same way that Gojo had done for Yuji, by channeling cursed energy into one of Principal Yaga’s creepy cursed dolls. The doll had given you a black eye that day, but you secretly blamed Nanami for that; you had been watching movies as instructed, the doll in your lap when he had come down to check on you. His deep gravelly voice cutting through the room unexpectedly had caused you to yelp, grip loosening on the doll, which had wasted no time in delivering a blow to your eye. 

It was humiliating, feeling like you had failed him on this simple task but he made you nervous. He always gave off an aura of needing perfection and his short, clipped way of giving instruction made you feel inadequate. Everything had been a blur of confusion as you leaned against the sofa, covering your eye and moaning in pain, hearing rapid shuffling footsteps, before Nanami had caught hold of the doll and shoved it into a containment box.

“Let me see.” With your good eye, you saw him leaning over you to check your face. You knew you were blushing but hoped it came off as embarrassment for being punched by the doll rather than the fact that your mentor - your unbelievably attractive mentor- was peering into your face at such close proximity. 

You had slowly removed your hand, the area around the eye swollen and tender. Nanami’s expression was strange, almost like he was trying not to laugh as he delicately laid his fingers at the edges of the starting bruise. “I did warn you not to lose concentration,” he said in an even tone, although it betrayed a wisp of amusement. “Go see Ieiri-San. I’m afraid you’ll be sporting a bruise for a while, but her reverse curse technique will take away the pain so at least you won’t feel it.” 

Your good eye had glared at him reproachfully. “I was doing fine until you startled me. I didn’t even hear you come in. We should put a bell around your neck.”

You thought you saw the corners of his mouth twitch slightly, almost like he was biting back the urge to smile. “Are you under the impression that curses wear bells around their necks, Y/n-San? Because if this is all it takes to startle you…you wouldn’t last a minute on a solo mission.”

His words had brought you back to the reality of the situation, the fuzzy feeling of being near him vanishing in an instant. Always teaching survival tactics, always telling you to run, always putting himself in the line of fire. It had driven you insane, how little self-preservation he had for himself. 

“Isn’t there anything that you would like to live for?” you had asked him one morning as you ate breakfast together before catching the train home, having finished a mission the previous night. He fixed you with a scrutinizing stare, whiskey-colored eyes narrowing as though puzzled by your question. 

“Like what?”

His response left you stumped. Did the man have no aspirations, no dreams, or wishes he wanted to be fulfilled? 

“Like what?” You had parroted back to him, an incredulous look on your face. “There are so many wonderful things about life! Don’t you have a survival bucket list?”

His lip was definitely curling now. Nanami never smiled completely, but the corners of his eyes would crinkle when something amused him, and you could see the lines deepening as he regarded your question, but his tone felt like an adult indulging a child. It was maddeningly patronizing, considering he was just three years older than you, yet he assumed himself to be too mature and aged for such whimsical questions. 

“A survival bucket list?” he practically scoffed. 

“Yes,” you said trying not to lose your patience with him, crossing your arms over your chest. “You know, a list of things you’d like to do if you ever had the time.”

“Do you have one?”

“Of course I have one! Most of us have one! Something to keep us going when all we see is death and destruction on a daily basis.”

The thought seemed to intrigue him but you couldn’t shake off the feeling like you were being snubbed. Which was why you were taken aback when he asked, “What’s on your survival bucket list?”

“Oh ah…” you tried to gather your thoughts as you spoke, not expecting that he would ask you. “Take a tour of Europe. Go on an African safari. Take scuba diving lessons. Try different pastries and sweets from all over the world.” You lists some of your top activities, then frown as Nanami in a rare moment, flashes you a grin, his teeth showing for a brief second before his face returns to its usual stoic state. 

“What?” You had asked almost impatiently. “Is my bucket list funny in some way?”

The blond man shakes his head no before speaking. “It’s not funny at all Y/n-san. I think it’s nice that you have these personal goals.” He says calmly, his voice carrying an unfamiliar lilt you had never heard before. 

Your irritation died down when you realized he hadn’t answered you yet. “Do you have one or not?” 

He looked thoughtfully at you before replying. “I used to. But it’s not as great as wanting to learn how to scuba dive or trying all the sweets in the world.” His tone changed into something wistful and nostalgic and it played with your heartstrings as you waited for him to continue. “My survival bucket list, if I can call it that, has only one goal. And that is to live long enough to retire.”

Your breath had caught and you waited for him to say more, hoping he wouldn’t shut off. Nanami rarely ever spoke more than what was necessary, but you longed to see more of this side of him, the parts of him that had nothing to do with sorcery. 

“Retirement isn’t something a lot of sorcerers get to experience. Most of them die young, and the ones that do survive have so many disabilities that doing anything later in life becomes impossible. If life is favorable to me, and I have all my limbs and mental health by that age, I would love to retire and spend the rest of my days in peace.”

“What does peace look like to you?” you had asked him in a hushed voice, feeling ecstatic about finding out these little details about him. 

“A beach, in a country with a low cost of living. Perhaps I’ll live right on the sand, a book in hand, and just take in all the sunshine.” His eyes had taken on a faraway quality, the whiskey color becoming more honeyed, little flecks of gold visible in his irises as though whatever he was thinking of had lit a candle inside him, illuminating his whole being. You could only stare, unable to comprehend how beautiful, how vulnerably human, he looked in that fleeting moment before it vanished behind an impenetrable curtain of indifference. “But that future is a very slim possibility. I don’t like building castles of air.”

The warmth that had settled in your chest dissipated, and you were left with the man you had grown used to; contained, jaded, pessimistic. 

“But what if it does happen?” you couldn’t stop yourself from asking. 

He let out a sound that could have been interpreted as a disbelieving chuckle. “Then I’d better think about using something more solid than air to build my castle.”

“Y/n-san?”

You’re jolted back to reality as Yuji hands you a tissue. You hadn’t even been aware that you were crying, tears rolling down your cheeks, eyes puffy and red.

“I’m sorry guys.” You dabbed at the tears. “Got lost in thought.”

“We all miss him, Y/n-san,” Yuji says comfortingly, but his voice trembles. “He was more than a teacher to all of us.” 

“And we’re still a team despite him being gone,” Ino says assertively and presses the takeout container into your hands. “Eat. You need to.”

you open it to reveal a breakfast sandwich, and although you don’t have much of an appetite, the thoughtfulness of the boys is so sweet that you don’t feel like setting it aside for later. Taking a bite, you try to distract yourself from your own feelings.

“So they weren’t able to recover Gojo from the prison realm?” you ask, trying to get off the topic of their deceased mentor. 

Ino shakes his head no, and you are relieved to see that most of his wounds from his fight with Ogami have healed, almost imperceptible to the eyes of a non-sorcerer, although there was a scar running down the left side of his face now.

“They’re doing a recovery throughout Shibuya station, but it’s mostly to pull items belonging to the people who died. You know, to return to their families.” Ino sighs and rests against the wall of your room. “They haven’t found Nanami-san’s blade yet.”

This bit of information is unexpected, and you look at him, then at Yuji who is also listening intently. 

“I mean…it probably got lost underneath all the rubble, right? It’ll turn up eventually.” You swallow, hoping the weapon wasn’t lost to the destruction of Shibuya Station. 

“I hope so. I’d imagine Nanami-san would want me to have it.” Ino sits down on the edge of your bed. Yuji however, gives him a look of disapproval. 

“Why do you get Nanamin’s weapon? I was his student too.”

“Yeah, but I trained under him the longest. By that right, it should come to me.”

“What if he has family? Wouldn’t it go them?” Yuji countered, trying to think of a reasonable argument for why Ino couldn’t simply lay claim to the blade.

“He didn’t have any family,” you say quietly, not really invested in the conversation. Ino and Yuji continued to debate, their conversation becoming indistinct buzzing to you as you finished your sandwich. 

“He was your teacher too Y/n-san,” Ino interjects suddenly, with a touch of surprise. “Why aren’t you more interested in who his blade goes to?”

“Because I knew how much he hated using it.”

Your words carry an intensity that makes them both quiet down instantly. As powerful and wonderful as his blade was, you knew your mentor’s distaste for using it. To him, it was a means to an end, no different than using a rifle or an axe. He used it for the sake of exorcising curses, but the blade itself carried no personal meaning to him. 

“Nanamin hated his blade?” Yuji asks in a small voice. The disappointment in his eyes had you quickly backpedaling.

“Not the blade itself. I think more so, what it represented for him. A life as a sorcerer. Of facing death every day, knowing this was his duty and he couldn’t escape it.”

Silence follows your words and you wish you hadn’t spoken. You hadn’t meant to put a damper on the boys’ spirits but you couldn't keep quiet either. They were young, in awe of their late teacher who must’ve seemed like a much older man, dispensing wisdom. But knowing how small your age gap was, and how much he hated this line of work, you found yourself compelled to make sure they knew what you knew; that Nanami Kento was a hard-working man, but he never found any joy in using his now legendary weapon at all. 

And unknown to them, You had already scavenged Shibuya Station after the emergency evacuation orders were put through. You hadn’t expected to find much, but somehow, through a stroke of luck, had found his tie, the obnoxiously yellow, polka-dotted tie, peeking through the broken cement and glass, stained with blood. His blood. 

You had yanked it out quickly and stuffed it into your pocket, a little secret you had been carrying around the last few days. It now lay under your pillow; you worried people would judge you for keeping it, for not washing it but somehow, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. At night, you’d run the tie through your fingers, feeling the material slip smoothly through, the faint scent of his cologne still on it. You knew you would never be able to wash it until the last vestiges of that scent faded away. It was the only thing that brought you comfort, that and remembering the day you found out the history of the odd color and print of the tie.

The 4 four of you had been out at the amusement park, Ino and Yuji energetically running around from one ride to the next while you and Nanami had waited in line to grab food for everyone. As you sat waiting for the boys to come back, you had gathered courage and asked him a question that had been in the back of your mind since you became his apprentice.

“Nanami-san?”

“Hmm?” He had turned his focus towards you and you hoped he wouldn’t see the rising color in your cheeks. 

“Why do you wear that tie? It just doesn’t match the rest of your outfit.” You held you breath hoping the question wasn’t too personal. But the tie somehow paradoxically brought his outfit together and also threw it out of style. 

His expression had changed almost imperceptibly. If you hadn’t spent as much time as you did with him, you might not have noticed it. He rested his elbows on the picnic table, as though conflicted to admit what was going through his mind. Then with a sigh, he said, “It’s to remember an old friend.”

“An old friend?”

“A late friend, to be precise.”

Your heart tightened in your chest. A late friend? He had lost someone close to him? 

“It’s a funny story.” Nanami paused as though considering if he should tell you more, then continued. “My favorite show growing up as a child was The Flintstones.” 

You stared at him, but you couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped you which you suppressed immediately. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting you to say something like that.”

“Well, it was.” Nanami’s lips had twitched. “And my friend knew this. As a joke, he got me a tie that matched Fred Flintstone’s outfit.” Another pause, another sigh, as though the next part was difficult for him to say. “I never wore it until after his death. Now I always do, in remembrance.”

“I’m so sorry,” you had said in a low voice. “I didn’t mean to bring up such a sad memory for you.”

Nanami shook his head and looked away towards the Ferris wheel, where the boys had disappeared off to. “It was a while ago. I try not to dwell on it for too long.”

“Thank you for telling me,” you’d murmured. His face had softened as he looked at you, the rest of the world blurring from your vision until all that remained in focus was him, the sharp eyes, the high cheekbones, the straight nose, and the chiseled jawline. Barely 30, yet looking like even a few years of sleep wouldn’t wash away the exhaustion that emanated from his bones. 

“Even if Nanami-san disliked his weapon, it’s still useful to have.” Ino and Yuji were back to debating about the blade. 

You were about to reiterate that you wouldn’t fight them over the blade when suddenly a pale sea foam green light began to glow from underneath your pillow. Both the boys stop bickering, awestruck at the sight. With a trembling hand, you move the pillow, revealing the tie, and making Ino and Yuji draw closer in curiosity. The polka dots on the blood-stained tie were glowing, emanating a warm aura accompanied by a curious scent of lingering coffee.

“What…” You watch with fascination, then look up at Yuji and Ino, who are watching the scene unfold, wide-eyed and filled with wonderment.

“Is that Nanamin’s tie?” Yuji gets closer to the bed, unable to take his eyes away.

“Yeah…I’ve been holding onto it.”

“Is it cursed? Did Nanami-san leave some residual cursed energy when he…?” Ino eyes the tie warily but also speaks in a hushed tone of disbelief. 

You shake your head, the aura not feeling sinister to you. Rather, it felt familiar, like you had experienced it before, in those brief moments when Nanami’s eyes would crinkle from amusement…

You gasp and scramble off the bed as the dots begin to lift off the tie, a vignette of sea foam green surrounding each one. They float ethereally in the air, then, one by one start floating out of your room. 

“Wait!” Not caring that you’re in pajamas or that you’d been in bed for nearly two days, you chase after the dots, bolting out of the room barefoot, Ino and Yuji hot on your heels. People stared at you as you ran. You knew the group must look quite eccentric, the two boys fully clothed and decent looking, while you looked ratty and deranged, hair flying everywhere as you tracked the dots barefoot, not wanting to lose sight of them. 

Finally, the dots make their way into the large courtyard where Nanami would brief you about upcoming missions. They slow down and the trio halts, panting and out of breath. The light surrounding the polka dots brightens before they start arranging themselves into a fixed pattern, you, Ino, and Yuji watching perplexedly.

“Fred Flintstone”

“What?” Yuji looks bewildered. “Who’s that?”

“Isn’t that a cartoon character?” Ino asks, his generation just shy of the classic cartoons millennials had grown up on. 

You cover your mouth, trying not to jump to conclusions. “The Flintstones…”

Could it be? Was he…? You let out a strangled laugh of disbelief but yet, what else could it be?

“It’s Nanami-san!” you whisper, and as you do, the energy signature from the polka dots seems to envelop you, and you feel every small little detail you have ever memorized about him; the little marks that formed on the bridge of his nose when he took his glasses off after a mission, how he enjoyed a fresh pot of coffee in the morning, that little sigh of satisfaction he’d make after completing his daily crossword puzzle. 

Yuji and Ino look at you incredulously, but you have never been more sure of anything in your life. You look at them in the face, tears in your eyes, not from grief, but at how achingly comforting it was to be bathed in the glow of those polka dots. 

“Nanami-san is alive!” 

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[charlescherie]

“charles mi hai rubato il cuore come a te hanno rubato l’orologio, all’improvviso”

“charles you stole my heart like they stole your watch, out of nowhere”

#the way he goes #charles ........🧐🧐🤨🤨🤨🤨😊☺️☺️☺️😆😆🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 #and he then looks up at the fans like COME ONNNNNNN #i hate him #but whoever made that banner. i love you. #(sorry to the italians for the inaccurate translation of all'improviso...... 'suddenly' didn't feel like the right word in english lol) #HIS FACE HIS GIGGLE HIS LAUGH HIS SMILE IM INSANE #im going insane at 2:53am someone HELP #okay i'll shut up now #charles #charlie bee #charles leclerc

[sweetandsavageautistic]

(CW: Cringe, Autism Parents stuff, drunk mention, infantilization)

So I don't have a degree in Graphic Design, but I do have a sense of general aesthetic. I figured that it's April. Let's rate, and potentially verbally tear apart and drag through the mud, some autism shirts and graphic designs, and I'll probably do a part 2, these scores are only semi-arbitrary: First up is this:

Already off the top, I am confusion because it seems to read "I wear puzzle cousin autism awareness". Sounds like whoever made this was drunk.

Puzzle pieces, ew.

The red, yellow, green, and blue look like the shades you'd see in elementary school, so that seems pretty infantilizing.

Autism Awareness, I am very much aware of my existence.

Final Score: 0 out of 10. Designer, go home; you're drunk.

Next we have this:

This one already has a slight advantage over the first because it's at least coherent in terms of the message.

Elementary school colors, but make it extra tacky.

Puzzle pieces; don't try to bullshit me by putting the autism awareness banner over it, I can see the other indents that make them puzzle pieces.

Once again, I am well aware of my own existence.

At least it's a smaller design.

Final Score: 0.5 out of 10, and that's being generous.

Next one's not a shirt, but it still counts:

No blue so thank God for that.

This is up to personal preference, but to me, the person-first language is giving "I need to be reminded that someone is a person."

Puzzle pieces. Ew. Don't BS me, I can see them.

Walk down Autism Lane. (it's right below the word LOVE) Sorry, but we don't allow ableists on Autism Lane; you need to be a premium member and to be a premium member, you need to not be a dick.

The pumpkin disturbs me for some reason, and not in the Halloween way; I mean, it just straight-up disturbs me.

Final Score: 0.5 out of 10. Bury it in a shallow grave.

Just found this one:

It's easy on the eyes at least.

No tacky elementary school colors.

No puzzle pieces.

The bunny's cute, but this also seems very infantilizing.

Person first language is a no for me.

Why are all of the is lowercase, but the others are uppercase?

Final Score: 5 out of 10. Not great, but not terrible.

Here we have simple:

Elementary school colors, but credit where credit's due; it's not terrible on the eyes.

Why is blessed on there three times?

One big-ass puzzle piece.

"Autism blesses" Yes, because being bullied by my peers, being indirectly told who I am is wrong, having the worst time making friends, always feeling like I'm never truly part of a friend group, being confused when some adults got mad at me, not having anyone to play with at 4 years old is an absolute fucking blessing. /s And that's the tip of the iceberg.

"Fun", "Sweet", "Cute".....it's the infantilization for me.

Final Score: 3 out of 10. No further elaboration.

Then there's this monstrosity:

I call this color Patronizing Paraprofessional Blue, aka the tackiest shade of blue ever.

It looks like something one of those older white suburban millennial moms would wear. Like something a Karen would wear to one of those autism walks or one of those social skills teachers who talk in that slowed-down patronizing kindergarten teacher tone with that fake-ass smile, no matter how old you are. You know the one I'm talking about, right? Yeah, they'd wear this.

Puzzle piece. Light It Up Blue. Ew.

We all know what organization this supports.

Final Score: -10 out of 10. Burn it.

Let's get in a good one to counter that abomination of a shirt and end part one on a higher note:

Nice simple design with a black background.

No tacky elementary school colors.

Identity-first language.

Really counters the....what the fuck would it be called? The UwU autism parent thing? ("I am his voice, he is my heart," "See the able, not the label," etc,.) It counters that.

The light sparkle around "a bitch" is chef's kiss.

Final Score: 11 out of 10. Perfection.

#autism awareness #autism acceptance #autism #autistic #actually autistic #actuallyautistic #sweet and savage autistic

[yxine]

— KOREAN GIRLFRIEND. ❞

Kirsten Dodgen x Reader!:

— in which Kirsten finds out her Korean girlfriend joined the show with her own crew.

— where everyone just find out that kirsten has a girlfriend who is in the show with them.

note: I do not own kirsten or any of the crew, women or the whole show. This is purely made for entertainment purposes!

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Kirsten was chuckling as she looked at the screen of her phone, she could be seen texting someone. Whoever they were made her quite giggly. Interested on why their leader was giggling to herself, Ling leaned over Kirsten's shoulder to see who she was talking to.

"Ooh~ who you getting all fuzzy for capt—WHO IS THIS 'LOVE'?" Ling exclaimed as she finally saw who she was texting to. Kirsten has a boyfriend and she knew this now?! After all these years, she only found out today.

"Shh! Not so loud!" Kirsten covered her teammate's mouth, they were the only ones in the Jam Republic room since the other three members were in the bathroom retouching their makeup and whatever they need to do in the bathroom.

"But yes...we have been for 3 years now." Kirsten said to Ling who gaped like a fish. The Asian woman felt a bit hurt to know that this has been hidden for a long time now and she only found out today. Now that she thought about it, she's seen her leader chuckle and even get a sudden call when teaching her classes, she always picked it up immediately and excuse herself. So it was her lover, huh?

"So, where's he from?" Ling asked Kirsten who sighed while looking up on the ceiling.

"She's from here in South Korea, one of the reason I agreed to join this show." Kirsten responded before chuckling at the sudden shocked gasp from Ling.

"SHE?!"

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A group of tall attractive women could be seen walking from the front of the studio on where the show is being held. Each scene of the camera revealing very attractive faces of the women, they all looked qualified to be a model.

"Woah, can't believe we're actually here." One of them mumbled in awe as all of them looked around. Her name was Lee Dohee, a tall woman with a brown pixie cut hair and cute-like features. She is the maknae of the group, age ranging of 19.

"I know right? It's a bit nerve-wracking now that we're here." KZ another member of the crew said as she shook her hands. She is a woman a bit taller than Dohee with black long hair and ash red highlights stopping just at the middle of her back, her age ranging of 26.

"Oh! Do you think we'll have international groups? I heard that swf is planning on inviting some! Do you think they'll get famous dancers from other countries? Someone we know? Someone that's like an underdog? Ooh! Maybe someone from Royal Family?! But that's a bit hard to do though especially when they have a tour going on around the world right now." Hollie the hyper one in the group said multiple things in wonder. She had two high up pigtails for her long navy blue hair as she made big gestures while talking.

"Calm down, Hun. I'm sure we'll find out when we enter the studio." Kim Sarah, the second oldest member of the group told the young woman. She had platinum blonde hair that's in a boy-cut, contrast to her looks, she was the mom of the group while their leader was like the dad.

Said leader only chuckled to herself as she led the team through the small hallway to get to their assigned room.

Sin-ergy

The banner was colored red with devil horns and their crew name on it, it was their room next to Jam Republic whose banner is bright compared to theres.

"Jam Republic?"

"Looks like they did invite people we know from overseas."

"Do you think Kirs-unnie is in there?!"

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Kirsten who heard her name called outside the room perked up, that high-pitched voice sounded familiar. Where did she hear that from again?

"Wow, they are loud." Latrice chuckled, liking the energy the women outside their room let out. (They don't know what they're talking about since their translator went out for a bit, so the translation isn't working for now that's why I said Latrice likes their energy.)

"At least we aren't the only ones here to just have fun and experience." Ling said with a slight smile as they all kept listening to the crew outside.

Kirsten on the other hand, kept contemplating on if she knew them or not. She can't help but feel like she should go outside and greet them but she decided not to.

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Every crew was already downstairs, now they were only waiting for the last one.

As if on cue, voices from upstairs rang out to the bottom as everyone put their gazes up to where they heard the voices are.

"Woah, this kinda looks cool!" Hollie exclaimed as she skipped across the large hallway as her team watched fondly at her.

"We should take pictures here later." KZ said as the others nodded in agreement.

"we're approaching the stairs, get ready." Y/N ever the dominant leader said as her members either hummed or nod in agreement while she led them from the front.

"Woah..here they come." Mannequeen's Yoonji muttered as she straightened herself in anticipation for the last group.

Sin-ergy stepped down the states as everyone stared at them in awe mostly at their tell structure and the energy they let out. They were even more intimidating than Wolf-lo and that's saying something.

"They're so tall!"

"They all look like they could be models."

"Oh my, look at Y/N!"

"Wait doesn't Y/N's outfit look kind of familiar?"

That statement that was said out loud made everyone realize where they saw that top before, their heads then snap towards a certain leader of Jam Republic noticing how similar their outfits looked. Though it's a bit absurd that they assumed such a thing, the way Kirsten stared at the leader of Sin-ergy in such shock and a look of knowing who she was made them think otherwise.

The tall group of women finally arrived on the stage waiting for the critiques of the other groups.

"Their team doesn't really stand out, it's only because of their heights."

"They're too tall for a dancer, i mean how do you move those long arms? Throw them around like some sort of stripped paper?"

"I don't see the point of them being a crew when it all just looks like Y/N with a bunch of back-up dancers."

Y/N just stared at the screen with a unnerving gaze causing the ones who made those comment to shrink in their seats as they were intimidated by her stare.

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"How dare they.." Kirsten muttered as she seethed silently in her seat. They dare talk to her woman in that way? They must have a death wish.

"How dare they what?" Latrice who was behind her asked her leader. She was confused on what she meant as they don't even know those tall women. Kirsten stiffened a bit as she didn't realize she said it out loud so she just waved her off.

"It's nothing, just remembered something." She can't just say her girlfriend just got dissed and now she's pissed off y'know? Can't she?

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"That's funny.." Y/N muttered amused by their comments, her team was also amused as this wasn't even diss, it's like eight grades bullying each other. Though they don't let it show as they kept giving a uninterested stare that kind of came off as them being mad due to the dominating aura they give off.

"Let's go." With that one command, the five of them went towards their spot just across Jam Republic.

"Wait, are my eyes messing with me or is Kirsten across us?" Holli grabbed KZ's arm as her eyes widened, the same could be said with the other members as they look at Kirsten who only smiled in return, amused by their reactions.

"Looks like we're against each other." Dohee said as she nodded in greeting to Jam Republic who returned it.

"This will be fun." Y/N said as she hotly smirked at the Jam Republic Leader who shyly smiled at the tall woman.

"A battle between lovers, now that's an interesting plot."

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user1234: WHAT? THEY'RE TOGETHER?

leyley__: MY TEAM LEADER HAS A LOVER AND I JUST KNEW NOW?!

-> kirstendodgen: surprise?

iluvkirs: IT'S ALWAYS THE HOT WOMEN THAT'S TAKEN I SWEAR

-> luvluvy/n: I KNOW RIGHT?

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[thehighladywrites]

Beneath their smiles

ft. Rhysand

SUMMARY: You find out your friends used you for status, leaving you heartbroken. Rhysand is here for you<3

warnings: swearing, hurt, comfort,fluff, shitty friends, nice revenge.

A/N: Kind of a personal one for me, I used to have shitty friends like this so this was really satisfying to write😋

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There was nothing in the world that Rhys hated more than seeing you upset.

What could have possibly made his sweet darling this upset? You were sitting in his lap, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. He had one hand supporting your back while the other was drawing soothing circles. You were crying your eyes out, hiccuping, not even managing to talk properly between sobs when he asked what had happened to you.

You sat there for hours, listening to him whisper calming words of love and support. Finally, you looked up to him and the sight broke his heart.

After your crying session, your eyes were bloodshot, puffy, and swollen. Dried tear streaks ran down your face, making you look utterly drained, vulnerable, and sad. His protective instincts upon seeing his mate in such a vulnerable state were going crazy. It made him start making plans to confront whatever or whoever had made his mate cry so much. But Rhysand didn’t push you to speak if you weren’t ready. He knew you’d tell them whenever you were.

You took a steadying breath and spilled everything that had happened before your eyes started to blur again.

"Rhysie, I had the most horrible day ever. My friends completely cut me off for no good reason. They all made secret plans to catch up, and I saw them in front of me, laughing and huddled together. I so so badly wanted to go up to them, but when I got closer, I overheard them say that they weren't going to include me in their plans. They also whispered that I was a burden to you, and that a low-born nobody like me was only useful when getting invited to balls and parties – that our friendship was just a charade for their own amusement. They'd pretended to be my friends, but in reality, I was nothing more than a pawn in their game of social climbing. So, it turns out they were never truly friends; they were just using me for access to the stupid parties they craved. I feel so foolish,Rhys. They always chattered about parties and festivals, but I thought they enjoyed my company. “

He kissed your temple and let you silently cry on his shoulder again. He masked any anger he had, because it wasn’t about his revenge now, it was about comforting you.

“Oh, my sweet darling, I’m so sorry you had to go through that. You deserve real friends who appreciate you for who you are, not just for the parties you can provide. You’re such a kind and wonderful person, and this experience with those vermins doesn’t define your worth at all. We’ll get through this together, my love. I promise you’ll find new, genuine friends who will value you for the amazing person you are, and who will see your kind heart and genuine soul. Remember that I’m always here for you, and I love you so much, okay? If you want to, we can banish them.”

You give him a tired smile and let out a sigh of comfort at the feel of love he sends through the bond. He gives you a sweet, loving kiss as he carries you to bed, tucking you to lay with one arm on his chest as you tucked your face in the crook of his neck. He had an arm protectively slung around your waist, keeping you as close as possible.

” Thanks Rhysie, m’so happy to have you forever. I love you s’much. But that’s not necessary, I have something better in mind. “

“ Of course darling, I love you too, can’t wait to hear about this diabolical plan my baby has planned. “

You let out a genuine laugh, and he gives you a last kiss before he pulls you closer. He runs his hands through your hair, as he always does whenever you’re upset, lulling you to a comforting sleep.

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The night was beautiful, millions of starts decorated the dark sky, and the music filled the air. You and Rhysand were hosting an exquisite starfall party in your home. It was a celebration that enhanced the beauty of Velaris. A perfect night for some payback.

As the guests were flown up to The House of Wind, elegant guests in shimmering attire began to mingle with eachother. Among them was all of your friends and family from other courts, like Helion, Kallias and Vivienne, Thesan, Tarquin and so many more joined to celebrate.

Suddenly, at the edge of the entrance, your oblivious friends huddled together ready to dance the night away. Their faces masked with false smiles and ill intentions. They attempted to join the festivities, whispering and snickering, oblivious to the icy glares they received from your inner circle who knew of their betrayal.

However, the sentries, loyal to Rhysand, stood firm. As your friends approached, the guards blocked their path, not allowing them a step further.

"Sorry, but you can't enter," Declan, one of the sentries declared, his voice carrying authority.

Your friends exchanged bewildered glances, their arrogance suddenly shattered by reality. They had always been invites to the High Lords party, what the hell was going on?

"What do you mean?" one of them demanded, her voice tinged with false innocence. "We were invited."

The sentry raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. " We have specific orders to not let you in. In fact if you don’t move, I’ll throw all of you in a holding cell for the night. Move along. ”

Seeing the High Lord's sentinel not wavering their stance, the mean friends grew flustered. They attempted to argue, to demand, to manipulate. But Velaris, under the rule of Rhysand, had no place for those who betrayed and used others for personal gain. Especially not his perfect mate. No, they weren’t ever going to hurt you again.

” I think there has been a mistake. Do you know how we are? We’re friends with the Lady of night, and we’re always invited. So let us speak to Y/N she’ll know who we are. ”

Tired of seeing their pathetic attempts, you drag Rhysand over to them to resolve the situation. But before you can say anything, Rhysand speaks up as he looks at them with disgust and wrath.

"Your actions towards my mate and your Lady are disgraceful. It's clear you've treated her with cruelty and deceit. You've shown a complete lack of respect and compassion. In my city, I value loyalty and kindness, qualities you so clearly lack. Know that I won't tolerate any more harm coming her way, because if any of harrass my mate again, I’ll see to it that it’s the last thing you do.

You’ve been asked to leave once, and you won’t be asked again. This is a night of celebration and unity, not a place for your pathetic attempt at deception. Your presence here is unwelcome, and I will not tolerate any disruption. It’s in your best interest to leave now, before Declan makes good on his word. ”

You look to him with a small smile and say into his mind,

” Thank you honey, I don’t know if I would’ve had the strenght to say all that. I love you so much. ”

” I love you too, but don’t thank me darling, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. ”

Defeated and stunned your now former friends were left with no choice but to retreat, their faces flushed with embarrassment and anger as they slinked away from the entrance, watched by the crowd.

Observing the whole scene you both couldn't help but smile as he tightened his hold on you. He had protected his mate and ensured that the party remained a celebration of true friendships, leaving no room for something other than that.

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[scoonsalicious]

Unwanted: Chapter 7, Unburdened - Pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, brutal honesty, mentions of some sexy stuff, but no actual sex-on-page, mention of m masturbation,

Word Count: 3k

Previously On...: Bucky spent the entire evening at Jade Carthage's side, and when he calls her "doll," you had enough and stormed off. The two of you have the very first argument of your friendship, and now Bucky says you need to talk...

A/N: I had a very shitty and emotionally draining evening yesterday, so I didn't get any writing done, unfortunately. But I need to make myself feel better somehow, so let's post Chapter 7! I think many of you will agree with me when I say "Fucking finally!" to what transpires here! Alas, though, there are plenty of emotional ups and downs still to come, because that's just life, isn't it?

Also, I finally watched Lisa Frankenstein to cheer myself up last night. What a delightfully messed up, fun, campy romp that was! Highly recommend if you haven't already!

Banner By: The absolutely amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917

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The silence in your room felt deafening as you closed the door behind Bucky. For the very first time in your friendship, it felt awkward having him in your space, and you could tell he felt it, too. You crossed over to your sitting area and sat in one of your arm chairs, curling up into yourself. Bucky sat in the chair opposite you, leaning his elbows on his thighs to support his weight. The two of you just stared into space for a long moment, avoiding the other's gaze.

"You wanted to talk," you said eventually, "so talk."

Bucky looked up to meet your eyes, and you could see the sadness and defeat in them. "I'm sorry, Pocket. You're right, I've been an ass all night. I didn't do it with the intention to hurt you, but I hurt you anyway because I wasn't thinking about how my actions would affect you, and that's almost worse. I'm sorry."

You exhaled and looked away from him, afraid that if you held his gaze for too long, you wouldn't be able to stop the tears that would certainly come. "Listen, Buck," you said, swallowing hard, "if you're interested in pursuing something with Jade, that's... well, it's your life, you're free to date whoever you want. We never put any labels or rules on whatever this thing between us is, so I know I don't have any right to be jealous, but watching you flirt so openly with her right in front of me, like I didn't even exist? I can't begin to explain to you how worthless and small that made me feel. So, if you think you want to try for something with her, you have to let me know so I can try to move on, because I can't sit around and watch it happen. It's too painful."

When you looked back over at him, Bucky had gotten up and was now kneeling on the floor in front of you, practically beaming as he took you in.

"Why are you smiling like a lunatic?" you asked, an edge of concern in your voice. "You're creeping me out."

"Pocket," he murmured, cupping your face in his hands as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. For a moment, you considered pulling away, but the feel of his lips on your skin was such a comfort, you stayed still. "My absolute one and only doll, you've got it all wrong. I let you get the wrong idea and stew with it and I am so, so sorry."

You did pull away at that. "What are you talking about? How do I have the wrong idea?"

Bucky leaned back until he was resting on his heels. "I am interested in Jade, that's true." He took your hands in his as you felt your heart drop into your stomach. "But not in the way you think." He brought your hands to his lips and began placing kisses across your knuckles. "Doll, there's only been one girl I've been interested in pursuing something with in the last seventy-five years, and I'm sitting across from her right now."

You shook your head, sure you had misheard him. "I don't understand."

He chuckled and looked up at you through his lashes, the sight so beautiful, your breath caught in your chest. "Pocket, I have been crazy about you since the moment you made that god-awful 'unarmed' joke. At first I thought a girl as pretty as you, as smart as you, as good as you, you'd never give a guy like me, even without my history, a second look, and I'd be content to just watch you from the sidelines, you know? Watch you be beautiful and bright and I'd be happy my world was a better place just because you were in it.

"But you went outta your way to be nice to me. You talked Tolkien with me, you wanted to spend time with me, you wanted to be my friend, and I thought 'This is already more than you deserve, it's more than enough.' Then, when I had my nightmare, you didn't run away. You stayed. You stayed, and you understood, you let me hold you, and I-I was a goner for you. And that night...," he groaned at the memory, "God, that night you kissed me back, and you let me touch you, in all the ways I dreamed of touching you, all the ways I'd imagined touching you while I fucked my fist for practically a year, and I knew I wasn't going to be able to give you up after that.

"You'd told me about your past, how you were scared of relationships but, sweetheart, I was so greedy, I'd take any part of you you were willing to give me, your friendship, your body, even if it wasn't ever gonna be your heart. I'd take any crumb you offered me, and I'd be grateful for it."

You blinked your eyes repeatedly, dazed by his confession and unable to articulate words. Bucky's face fell as your silence stretched on.

"You don't feel the same way," he said, voice low as he stood up. "I'm sorry-- I-I shouldn't have dumped all of that on you. I'll go--." He turned and made steps toward your door, but you jumped up, reaching out to grab his arm.

"Bucky, wait," you turned him back to face you and brought your lips crashing to his with such intensity that he stumbled backwards a few steps before wrapping his arms around you to kiss you back.

"I love you," you gasped when you broke apart for air, breathing out a laugh when his eyes widened comically in shock. "I'm so fucking in love with you that it terrifies me, because it's an entirely brand new experience and I don't know how to do it. I'm so worried that I'm going to fuck it up and scare you away, or that you're gonna realize I'm not worth it and I don't even know how to live without you anymore."

Bucky held your face between his hands. "Are you serious right now?" he asked, eyes searching yours for any trace of deception. "You're not fucking with me?"

You shook your head emphatically, bringing your hands up to cover his. "No, no, I'm completely serious. I love you, James Buchanan Barnes." You laughed; the more you said the words, the more you realized how entirely true they were. "I love you and I've been so insanely jealous all night because I thought you were interested in her."

Bucky looked down at you with the brightest smile, like the sun shining after a storm, before pulling you toward him so he could kiss you again. You hadn't even realized you'd started to cry until, after Bucky had pulled away, he was brushing the tears from your cheeks.

"I love you, Pocket," he whispered as he began peppering kisses across your face. "I love you and I'm so sorry for everything I did tonight that would make you doubt that you're the most important person in my life and the best thing to ever happen to me."

The reminder of his earlier actions drew you out of the emotional haze his declaration had put you in. "Wait," you said, pulling back and putting some distance between the two of you, "if you've been in love with me this whole time, how come you've been weird about Jade ever since you saw her profile in those folders Tony gave us?" Bucky ran a hand down his face and sighed. Taking your hand, he led you back to the armchair you'd previously vacated and sat, pulling you down to sit on his lap and wrapping his arms around you.

"I told you that I am interested in Jade," he began, but when he felt you tense beneath him, he quickly continued, "but I'm not interested in dating her, or sleeping with her. You're the only girl who's got my attention in those departments." He paused to nuzzle at the junction of your neck and shoulder and you took the opportunity to run your fingers through his hair.

"Go on," you gently urged him.

"I'm interested in getting to know Jade, in talking to her, because she's... well, she's like me, you know? She's got the serum, and I don't know anyone else who's got it that's still alive."

You put a finger on his chin, tilting his face up to meet yours. "But, Steve," you said, somewhat confused, "he's got the serum, too, and you talk to him all the time."

Bucky sighed and shook his head. "Steve's got Erskine's serum," he told you. "The one made by the U.S. Government. The one that they-- that Hydra-- used on me, it was similar, but not the same."

"It's the same one that was used on Jade," you said, understanding dawning on you.

Bucky nodded. "Not exact, but what's running through her veins evolved from what's runnin' through mine. And they never put her through cryo, she's never been wiped. She was conscious through everything they put her through, all the experiments, the tests... I was excited to think that there was someone I could talk to about it, who understood. Someone who could maybe help me fill in some of the blanks I still have. Answer the questions I've been too ashamed to ask Steve."

"Oh, Buck," you hummed, running your nails gently across his scalp, "Baby, why didn't you ever say anything?"

He arched into your touch. "Because you've already had to put up with enough of my shit," he said. "I didn't want to burden you with any more of it."

You stopped your scratching ministrations and looked at him. "Now listen here, Barnes," you began, your tone serious, "the last thing you could ever be to me is a burden. I have never met anyone who was funnier, kinder, braver, more selfless or caring than you. You're a fucking gift, Bucky. One that I am endlessly grateful for, everyday."

Bucky groaned. "Pocket, you can't just say things like that while you're sitting on my lap. I try to be a gentleman, but I've got my limits."

You laughed and leaned into him, resting your head against him. You picked up his right hand and began tracing his fingers with your own.

"If me talkin' to Jade makes you any kind of uncomfortable, doll, I promise I'll never speak to, or even look at, her again." He caught your eye and you could see the seriousness of his statement in them. You leaned in to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

"I'm never going to tell you who you can't be friends with, Buck," you told him with a sigh. "I admit that I don't love the idea of you spending one-on-one time with her alone or anything, but I'm also not going to stand in the way of you getting answers you need about your past. But you tell me the second she tries something," you warned. "Super soldier or not, she comes for my man, I'm gonna kick her fucking ass."

"You've got nothin' to worry about, darlin'. I told you, in seventy-five years, it's only been you. Seventy-five years more, it's still always only ever be you." His words made your heart swell in your chest and you leaned in to kiss him again. "Mm, but say that again," he told you.

"The part where I'm gonna kick her ass?" you asked with a smirk.

"No," he said, nipping at the sensitive skin at the pulse point on your neck, "the part where you called me your man."

You shifted so you could wrap your arms around his neck, toying with the soft hairs at the nape. You leaned in close so you could whisper in his ear: "You're my man, Bucky Barnes." A full shiver went through Bucky's body at your words and you relished in the effect you had over him. He ran his vibranium hand up under the back of your shirt, tracing gentle circles on the skin of your lower back.

"And you're always gonna be my girl, Pocket." His flesh hand came up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, the motion, combined with his words, so tender your breath hitched.

Something seemed to shift in that moment, the air growing thick and heady between you, as if you were both just realizing the new depth of your relationship for the first time.

"Bucky," you breathed, voice barely a whisper, eyes pleading.

He nodded and, placing one hand at the small of your back and the other under your knees and scooping you up as he stood. With the utmost care, he laid you down on the mattress of your bed and rested his body over yours, careful not to put too much of his weight on top of you.

"This feels different," he said as brushed your hair away from your face.

"Good different or bad different?" you asked, bringing your hands up to cup his face, the stubble scratching your palms.

"The very best different." He leaned down, bringing his lips to yours. The kiss was unlike any you'd shared before-- sweeter, more languid, as though you'd been forced to rush every previous kiss and you were both finally allowed to take your time. Bucky tasted like smoked whiskey as his tongue made leisurely sweeps across your mouth, eliciting a moan from you when he sucked on your bottom lip.

You could feel your arousal pooling between your thighs as you kissed, Bucky's flesh hand roaming up the soft skin of your side. He shifted, pressing more of his weight against you, as if he were desperate to be closer, and you could feel the hard press of his erection against your thigh.

You rocked your hips up against his pelvis, drawing a guttural moan from Bucky's throat. He pulled back, drawing himself up on his haunches. His fingers found their way to the hem of your shirt, teasing the edges as he looked up at you, silently asking you for permission. You nodded, sitting up and raising your hands over your head so he could slide your shirt off. As soon as it was free of your arms, Bucky tossed it aside and brought his lips to your shoulder, kissing his way across your collarbone.

Reaching down, you grabbed the hem of his Henley, slowly rolling it up over his abdomen, placing soft kisses on the hard lines of muscles it revealed. Once you'd fully divested him of his shirt, you let your hands roam the broad expanse of his chest, your lips and tongue trailing open-mouthed kisses across the raised pink scars at his mangled shoulder.

"You don't have to," he said, subtly pulling his shoulder back.

"Shush." You pulled him closer, continuing to kiss his puckered flesh. "I love every inch of you, Bucky. You're beautiful."

He pulled away from you, blue eyes boring into yours like he couldn't believe what he was seeing in front of him.

"How are you even real?" he asked, bringing your lips to his once again, his kisses growing more desperate. "I swear to God, Pocket, 'm gonna take you out, date you so fuckin' hard. Be the best goddamned boyfriend you've ever had."

He wanted to be your boyfriend. Not long ago, those words might have terrified you, but now, with the emotions you'd finally both let yourselves express, they thrilled you.

"You gonna take me to brunch, Barnes?" you teased, nipping at his skin as you rolled your hips up into his, your words coming out in gasps between the mewls of pleasure he was drawing from you. "We goin' to the farmer's market? Fuck--- Spend weekends at bed-n-breakfasts in Vermont?"

Bucky growled as he ground his hips down into yours, the length of his erection pressing down against your clothed clit and making you moan. "Sweetheart, I'll do anything you want. You wanna ride around the city on one of those tandem bicycles?" A dragging of his hips that had you arching your back. "I'm here for it. You wanna share a bowl of spaghetti like those dogs in that movie? I'm your man."

"Baby, I would never make you get on a tandem bike," you gasped, faux scandalized at the suggestion. "A swan paddle boat, maybe, but never a tandem bike. I respect you too much for that."

Bucky laughed as he buried into the crook of your neck. "I'd do it for you, anyway."

"That's the most romantic thing anyone's ever said to me," you told him with a smile.

"Oh, baby," he moaned, licking a stripe along the side of your neck that had you shivering, "We gotta fix that. I'm gonna romance the absolute shit out of you." He moved his mouth, placing kisses down your collar bone, between the valley of your breasts, and down your stomach. You bit your lip as his hands reached the waistband of your pants, his eyes looking up to meet yours as he slowly, so agonizingly slowly, began unbuttoning them.

"Ms. (Y/L/N), Sgt. Barnes," FRIDAY's voice echoed across the room. Bucky groaned and dropped his head on your pelvis at the interruption. "Mr. Stark requests your immediate return to the common room."

It was your turn to groan now as you threw your head back onto the pillow. "How much trouble do you think we'll be in if we just ignore it?" you asked him, reaching down to card your fingers through his hair.

He chuckled as he leaned over to pick up your discarded shirts from the floor. "We don't go, he's libel to come barging in, and I don't know about you, but I'm not keen on Stark getting a load of my bare ass as I'm plowing balls-deep into his favorite little protégé," he said, winking at you as he pulled his Henley back over his head.

"Ew," you laughed, "everyone knows Parker's Tony's favorite little protégé these days. Thank you for that mental image."

Bucky shot you a sardonic look. "Arms, smartass," he said, indicating for you to lift your arms above your head so he could put your shirt back on you. "You got some mouth on you. I ever tell you how much I love it?"

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[babiebom]

When You Fall (VIII)

A/N: i got the sweetest message from someone(idk if they’d want me to call them out) and somehow it made me want to start on this chapter so I guess it literally just takes someone being nice for me to actually do something lmao. Also happy new year!! Also also whenever I’m writing one of these chapters and the tumblr notif shows up it jumpscares me. Like how do y’all know?

Tw: depression, reader decides to force themself to be happy, cursing. The usual

Wc:3.0k

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Sweat dripped from your forehead as you attempted to clear some of the farm from debris. It was taking long to clear everything, and though you knew that most of the land would be unused until you actually got enough money to plant more things and get a coop or barn.

Shadow ran around wildly, barking happily as she snapped her teeth at the air. It’s funny, watching her as she runs. Getting pets didn’t make being in a depressive pit completely go away, but they did make that pit less dark, less daunting and lonely. Mango lazed around on the porch, his tail slowly waving side to side as he watched you.

Sticking your rake into the ground and wiping the sweat again, you grin at your animals, letting out a labored breath. “Okay, so, I love you both very very much. And I’m sorry that I can’t take you but they’re hosting an Egg Festival in the town and I’m going.”

You move to sit on the porch, Shadow dashing to crash onto your lap. You open your arms and let her move her big body onto you with a roll. “And I swear I’m not going to enjoy being away from you both, but I have to go as part of my healing. I’ll be back soon.” Neither one of them did anything other than stare at you and then go about their own business as you get up and head inside to shower. Shadow trails behind you after a moment, her tail wagging so hard her butt wiggles along with it. You take one last glance at her as you finally get in the shower, hoping the day goes by quickly.

Walking into the town’s square, it’s like a decorating bomb went off. There are banners and decorative flags and other things littered around in a way that made you think whoever decorated spent way too long out here only for them to be messed up by the wind. There’s so many layers of tape that you feel irritated for whoever had to fix it.

“Farmer!” Pierre calls out from behind his booth. You want to ignore him, not really ready for social interaction but go over to him anyways. Forcing a smile onto your lips you lean on the booth counter, looking at the things he has stocked.

Some strawberry seeds, lawn flamingos, plants, a painting, a bright pink banner, a plush bunny, and a….decorative pitchfork? What kind of stock is this? What does this have to do with the egg festival? You blink a couple times and attempt to control the look on your face, maybe you could buy a couple of strawberry seeds. Even if you don’t plant them this season you can always wait. “Hey Pierre! Selling some good stuff?”

He smiles and moves his hand around, gesturing to his stock. “Yeah, looking to buy anything?”

“Sure…a couple strawberry seed packets…and that plush bunny.”

“It’s pretty cute huh? Okay that’ll be 2,500g.”

Your breath gets caught in your throat. 2,500g? The man has to be insane! What the fuck costed so much that you were being charged this much? “Yeah, prices are a little steep. But I have to make a living somehow,” he chuckles when he sees your expression. You try hard to keep your face in check, not wanting to snap on the man in front of everyone. You were here to make progress, not to make enemies.

After giving him the money you take your new things and stuff them into your backpack. The letter said the festival ended at two, and looking at your watch it was only 9:30. That meant 4 and a half more hours of agony trying to force yourself out of a depressive pit that you aren’t really all too sure you’re ready to leave just yet for the sake of getting better.

Well, at least there’s food…

Hurrying along, the sight of the buffet table makes your mouth water. Not eating breakfast and working all morning in a large field without totally knowing what to do is a bad idea, but now that you’re looking at all the different types of food you can’t help but praise yourself for how lucky starving yourself got you. Now you can eat, then when you get home you can pass out and sleep until tomorrow. Like another rest day that feels like a reward after running around in the dirt.

As you fill your plate with food, you can see Gus and what’s his name…’Clive?’ You think to yourself, nose scrunching in confusion, ‘No, that's a stupid name. Carl? It has to be Carl…what other C names are there?’ In your thoughts you almost drop your plate and gain the attention of the two men, Gus smiles brightly and waves you over while the other man averts his eyes. Weird…

“Hey Gus!” You smile warmly at the older man. There was a twinge of stress in his eye, but it seemed rude to point that out to him. His eyes moved over the rows and rows of food and it occurs to you that he must have cooked almost everything himself being the Towns Saloon owner and all.

“Hey farmer! I was just telling Clint here…you’ve met Clint right?”

You shake your head at his question. You had only seen him around maybe once and heard his name in passing from the blue haired girl who was talking to him when you passed by and from Maru when you were in the clinic. Thank Yoba Gus said his name or you would’ve been stood awkwardly just like you are but more so because you wouldn’t have known his name. “Oh well, he’s the towns blacksmith…anyways I was just telling him how I hope everyone’s enjoying the food. I’ve been cooking for days to get the food ready.”

“Days? Wow thats a lot of work…”

“Yeah I made fried eggs, boiled eggs, poached eggs, deviled eggs, scrambled eggs, chocolate eggs, you name it!”

“I mean it is the Egg Festival…”

“Yeah, not to mention the other foods. I’d be upset if it turned out horribly.”

You take a bite of whatever was on your plate in front of him, trying to make a show of how good it is, but not really needing to act because WOW can this man cook. How’d he even make this? His eyes light up at your expressions and mannerisms, his shoulders relaxing at the sight of you enjoying the food. “No Gus, I swear this is amazing! You don’t need to worry about anyone not enjoying the food at all!”

“Thank you for the kind words, Farmer, it means a lot to me.”

You nod vigorously, not wanting to ignore him but now overcome with the urge to stuff down as much of the food as you can. What the fuck was in this? Drugs? You can’t even remember the last time you were this hungry.

With your plate you walk around, smiling at anyone who talks to you, and try to carry on conversations that you didn’t really care much about. It had been weeks since you moved here, and you were just now meeting everyone personally. There were so many people living here in Pelican Town that you wonder how you had managed to avoid 60 percent of them whenever you ventured out.

As you make your rounds to the buffet table for the second time, the sight of a bright red cape catches your eye and the man with the eyepatch flashes in your mind. You hadn’t seen him since that day, but you had to find out what those stupid jelly things are.

“Marlon!” You call out, rushing to the man in the corner. He looked surprised that you were speaking to him, but made no moves to walk away or ignore you. Instead he looked slightly pleased. “I’m surprised to see you here.”

His eyebrows quirk up in amusement, “I could say the same about you, don’t hear anything about you going around.”

You shrug and realize that just as much as you stick to your farm, he must stick to the caves and mountains. Neither bad, but awfully lonely when you think about it. You wonder if there’s anyone he lives with up there. “I just thought that you would prefer to be adventuring or something…like in the caves?”

“Yeah, but even with my bad leg I never miss a festival.”

“Oh…say you know down in the caves how there are…things right?”

“Yeah the monsters?”

“Yeah um, have you ever seen the little Jello creatures? They’re really tiny and all but are like really strong for some reason, and jump at you like they’re legless spiders?”

“The slimes? Yeah you have to be careful with them. They might be easy to defeat but can quickly overwhelm you if you’re not careful.”

He frowns at you and you swallow. That’s exactly what had happened. The stupid things were just too much the more you ventured down. But you’d be ready for them next time, and whatever else is down there. “Yeah, they kinda kicked my ass last time I went into the caves.”

He nods solemnly, as if he could relate. Maybe he could relate, having a bad leg and an injured eye and living up there. There had probably been times that he’s gotten overwhelmed and hurt. The thought sends a shiver down your spine. If he could get hurt down there, and you have already been hurt, who’s to say that you won’t just die the next time you go down? It’s weird to think just how lucky you truly were when you were saved.

Thinking of being saved…your eyes flit around quickly trying to spot the man that had saved your life. Maru and Sam had said that Sebastian had gone down into the caves himself to save you, and even though you hadn’t seen him personally since meeting in the Saloon, the need to thank him was always in the back of your mind. And now you have the chance, Yoba you wished you were home.

You bid goodbye to Marlon and shuffled your way to the trio standing off at the bottom of the town’s square. Rehearsing what you’re going to say in your head, you hope that it would be a quick conversation, that you wouldn’t stutter over your words and that you wouldn’t act so awkward that they think you’re weirder than you are. But as you clear your throat as you walk up to them, regret settles in your belly at the looks on their faces. It was like being in school all over again and the kids that you thought were cool were too tight knit as a group and hated outsiders.

Before you could say anything Abigail speaks first, staring straight at you. “Do you think I’m too old to do the Egg Hunt?”

You frown at her in confusion before shaking your head. “No?”

She punches Sebastian’s arm as soon as the word leaves your mouth. “Ha! I told you I wasn’t too old. It’s like, why stop if I’m having fun?”

“How are you having fun searching for eggs with actual children?”

“Hey! Searching for eggs is like going on a treasure hunt! Besides, your sister does it too!”

Sebastian rolls his eyes at her, looking towards the river without saying anything more, choosing to sip on the punch in his cup. Sam looks like he’s suffering and you tilt your head, silently questioning him. “Ugh…it’s my doze…allergies.” His nose is so stuffed up that his words seem heavy. You wince at him and nod in understanding, Springtime wasn’t the best for people with allergies.

Sebastian clears his throat after a minute. “You know what I miss? The rotten egg toss.”

Both Sam and Abigail agree quickly, words coming out both of their mouths too quickly for you to really understand anything they’re saying. They’re very enthusiastic about it, recounting things that happened in previous years. In your confusion you look over at Sebastian, and he swallows his drink quickly. “We used to do a rotten egg toss, a couple years ago. It was only for like two years, Mayor Lewis put an end to it pretty quickly.”

“Yeah, too many people complained that it stunk.” Abigail laughed. It sounded pretty fun, tossing rotten eggs at a target or something, but the smell…ugh.

Before you could say anything else, Sam says he’s going to get more food before the egg hunt starts and they put everything away. Abigail looks between you and Sebastian and smiles. “I’ll go with him, either of you want anything?”

You shake your head, plate still full from the second round. “Maybe some punch? If it’s not too much trouble?” She shrugs and looks at Sebastian who just hands her his cup. She leaves without another word and without turning back. Ha…now it’s awkward…

“I didn’t think you were one for socializing.”

You’re surprised at his words, but think that in a small town there are rarely secrets. Everyone must know that you’re suffering. “Yeah um, just had a bad couple of weeks. I’m better now, though, ready to mingle and become part of the town…being alone is no good.”

He snorts, glancing at you and your heart stutters in your chest. Did he think you were joking? Were you that obvious in your dislike of talking to others? “Yeah sure…been there once.”

You don’t ask him what he means, understanding that he’s seeing right through your fake chipper exterior. For a minute the silence stretches on, but it’s not as tense and awkward as it was before. Maybe it was a good thing he could tell you were faking, there was no need now that it was only you two. “Y’know I’ve been meaning to thank you.”

“For?” He sounds disinterested, but when you look at his face he seems more…uncomfortable.

“You saving me? Your friends told me you went down into the caves to get me.”

“Fucking…yeah. It was no problem. You should be more careful, though, I was only able to help because I noticed that you didn’t come up.”

“Yeah…I really should…anyways. Thanks for saving me, hopefully you won’t have to do it again.”

He shrugs and says nothing.

“I owe you one.”

“Sure.”

The mayor claps his hands loudly, speaking into a megaphone that he’s holding. “If anyone is participating in the egg hunt, gather round. It’s almost time to begin!”

“You participating?” He asks, and for a second you almost say no before remembering that the whole point of coming was to become part of the community and bettering yourself.

“Yeah…you?”

“Nah…”

You nod and cough into your fist, unsure of how to separate yourself from him. “Well, I guess I’ll see you…later?”

“Yeah, sure. I’m either at home, or at Sam’s or the Saloon during the weekends…”

“Okay, cool.”

You walk away quickly, confused as to how you had somewhat made a friend of him? There was that saying that misery loves company…maybe he was the perfect person to be miserable with. He seemed like he had problems himself. Mayor Lewis claps a hand onto your shoulder a little harder than necessary, causing you to wince. “Enjoying yourself, Farmer?”

“Yeah…”

“That’s good! It’s about time you introduced yourself to the townspeople. Everyone was so excited to meet the new farmer in town and you just…disappeared. They thought you were a recluse or something!” He lets out a laugh that makes you frown. You had forgotten how much this guy could talk.

“Yeah well, family deaths will do that to you.” You keep your face straight as you stare at him. He coughs and sputters out some words before the conversation is effectively ended.

After another minute and a half the egg hunt begins and your heart starts thumping in your chest. The kids are already running off, and Abigail is darting around so quickly that you think that she’s going to knock one of them over. Looking at the other participants, the urge to beat them overcomes you. Winning at this means that you’re officially part of the community right? You’re putting yourself out there?

Your feet move without another thought from you and soon enough your basket is full with eggs. Looking at the others it seems theirs are too. You can hear Lewis counting down from ten and your heart races even more. How were you supposed to win this? You run across the square, hoping to get one last egg.

Five…

Where are the rest of the eggs? What the fuck is there no more?

Four…

In the corner of your eye something yellow gleams under the sun. An egg! Near the river!

Three…

You dash towards the egg, hand stretched out towards it.

Two…

A couple more steps to go, you’re unsure if you’ll get there in time.

One…

Your hand closes around the egg and into your basket it goes. Your heart thumps and your breaths come out uneven. But you made it! The last egg.

Lewis calls everyone back towards the center of town, eyes gleaming as he looks at everyone’s baskets. He seems happy to see more people participating in a dying tradition. There were only two kids in town so an egg hunt is bound to get boring as everyone gets older.

It takes five whole minutes for Lewis to count everyone’s eggs, yours being the last basketbhe gets his hands on. “Nine…ten…” Abigail groans in annoyance next to you. “Eleven! The winner is the Farmer! Come up and get your prize!”

Prize? If you knew there was going to be a prize you wouldn’t have tried so hard. Now someone was going to be mad at you for winning instead of them. You walk slowly to Lewis confused as to what he could be offering.

“Enjoy!”

He hands you a straw hat…well at least it’s helpful?

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[4ngeloz]

𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧.

PAIRING # [ 𝗄𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗂 𝗑 𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ] SYNOPSIS # reader's been sick recently and has been deprived of attention + affection. good thing his boyfriends are clingy.

a/n :: i love this rarepair . . thanks to yuu for the banner i love it sm !! this is also not proof read and is kinda rushed. i'm sorry ):

You sighed in annoyance, groaning shortly after as you shifted in bed. Your skin felt sticky and hot, covered in uncomfortable sheet of sweat. It had been a week, and you were still sick. What made it worse was that you wouldn't let yourself go visit TIGHNARI or KAVEH, not wanting to bother any of them.

But they had been coming around to your home, asking to see you and bringing gifts . . it sucked that you couldn't let them in. You asked a few people to let them know that you were off on a travel but they seemed to keep coming back.

Sighing once again, you decided to get up. If you were going to be sick, you'd at least try to take care of yourself so it'd go away quicker. With that thought set into your head, you went to go shower.

Afterwards, you got yourself dry and changed into some decent stay-at-home clothes. Grumbling about how runny your nose was, you sat onto the couch, a leg swung onto the arm rest. Since when was being at home so boring?

. . Right. When you didn't have either of your boyfriends around. Just as that thought popped into your head, there was a knock at your door. Groaning, you decided to just stay on the couch. You were still sick anyway.

But the knocking continued. "Damnit. ." You mumbled through gritted teeth, about to tell whoever was outside to go away, opening the door quite harshly . . only to be met with a surprised KAVEH and embarrassed TIGHNARI.

KAVEH seemed to recover quickly, a bright smile making it's way onto his face after seeing you. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you out the door as he began to kiss all over your face before pulling away. " I, have miss you, so much."

TIGHNARI however, pulled you away from KAVEH as he cupped your face. " Are you alright? You look sick . . "

You hummed, shaking your head [ like a liar ]. TIGHNARI didn't seem to take that as an answer though, letting go of your face as he grabbed onto yours and KAVEH's hand, taking you both into your house before shutting the door.

" Huh?" You and KAVEH said together, letting yourselves be dragged away to your couch. TIGHNARI sat KAVEH down before pushing you onto his lap, sitting onto your lap after.

" He's sick, and all of us have been deprived of time together . . so this should be okay, right?"

" . . you're right, 'Nari."

Guess the rest of the day was going to be spent cuddling.

#╰─▸ ❝ [cae writes] #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x male reader #genshin x male reader #kaveh x reader #kaveh x male reader #tighnari x reader #tighnari x male reader #kavenari #kavenari x male reader

[rottingfern]

all the wine is all for me || a Bad Omens fanfic

Summary: Noah’s just admiring his gains. Perhaps he’s a little more proud of his progress than the average guy. There’s definitely not a secret third reason for why he’s spending so much time in front of the mirror…

Pairing: Noah x himself lol

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: unbeta'd trash. masturbation. narcissism in the greek mythology way not the psychology way

A/N: I drank a lot of wine (what else is new) and also @throughwoodsanddirt showed me that one panel from the comics that made me cackle so hard because damn Noah just really thinks he's hot as fuck huh and then I cackled until I wrote this fic

Brainrot Club: @familiarscarsxelectrichearts @throughwoodsanddirt @cowpokeomens

Masterlist here.

Title taken from All the Wine by The National; banner made by me (using Caravaggio's Narcissus); dividers by @saradika

Noah’s reflection is smiling at him. 

That, of course, is explainable by the fact that he himself is smiling; grinning, in fact, because he just looks so damn good. His gains this month were frankly goddamn impressive. Already he can see the widening of his chest to form an inverted triangle of his torso, the definition building in his bicep when he flexes.

What worries him, though, is the naughty glint in his reflection’s eye, the too-sharp canines, the raise of a single eyebrow that he definitely is not capable of reproducing. Never has been. 

He knows this look. Once, he had a fling with this girl who was an absolute freak, gets him half-hard even just remembering half the things she got up to between the sheets. And the fucking cherry on top: she loved making movies. Editing those for her unfailingly devolved into multiple-hours long dates between him and his hand. The face he’s making - his reflection is making - is the one that painted his face in the movies when she, pointing her phone to get his reaction, would ask him for the nastiest shit he’d thought only a fantasy in porn. 

So it makes no sense that he’s looking at his reflection like this, because it’s not like he’s into himself. 

His hand beelines south down the expanse of his strong (so goddamn strong, he’ll have definition in his six-pack any day now) stomach. That’s definitely not something he’s doing of his own volition. He’s not that self-absorbed. 

Well, that’s a lie. He’s not gay (unless you count the exploratory hand stuff him and Nick did as teens), but if he could, he’d totally fuck himself. 

It takes a bit of effort to shuck the grey sweats he’d worn down his hips with one hand, distracted as he is with the shapes his other arm makes as it continues to flex in the mirror. These used to be pretty loose, just crossing the line of oversized on him. Now, they’re filled by thick thighs and marble-cut hip flexors. With a single finger, he traces the vee framing trimmed pubic hair. These used to show just a hint of the magic underneath. Now, his hardness bulges a vulgar display. 

Dropping the band even just an inch springs the tip of his cock, leaking and ready to play. It’s the only part of his body he’s never been self-conscious of, because God or whoever else decided he at least deserved a win in that department when they decided to make him a skinny bitch with weak lungs. Gives the girls who settle for him a nice reward. 

Except, he never gets this hard for all the pretty girls he bags. This - the red, burning tip, the feeling like if he touches it he’ll cum in just a few strokes, the pain of wanting to draw the pleasure out as long as he can - is reserved only for the times he’s fucking his hand. 

There’s a quiet battle of wills that follows between giving up inspecting his gains and giving into his own touch. He cups his balls through his sweats, head kicking back tugged by an invisible hand at the squeeze. Noah’s sure the column of his throat looks positively delicious like this, has seen enough photos of himself in this devout escape onstage, and thinks he’s no better than all the commenters saying they’d like to lick it. He’d do it instantly, and he knows it’d feel good.

In the end, the sweats come down his thighs. He’s never denied himself pleasure so heavily mounted, not when paraded before him so, not when the boundaries are inexistent. He won’t let himself be fucking tease.

The drag of the calluses on his fingers against the tenderhot flesh of his cock sends gooseflesh up his arms. 

His toes numb for a moment as he finally takes himself in hand at the base, breath hitching wetly as he watches his hand wrap against himself. He’s heavy in his hand even to himself, so thick and veiny and so hard. A drop of precum splashes his thigh before he even has a chance to run his hand up the length. He collects it with his pinky when he reaches the tip, not daring let it go to waste. 

Thunder thighs has always been a confusing insult to him. Thighs are the strength in legs, the support to a body, the place you put your hand to hint your desire to a lover. Thighs are his handles when buried in a lover - the cradle to what every person wants most from another. Years of touring and running out of underwear have made him accustomed to going commando, but since his thighs filled out - though he now can afford to just buy a five-pack Hanes on a whim - he prefers it. There’s never a better cradle for a commando cock than a thick set of thighs. 

The overeager spit bubbles as it mingles with the precum on his palm, glistening in the mid-afternoon sun. The way they rapidly deflate feels like a countdown, one he’s determined to beat, and so finally, finally, he takes himself in hand earnestly. 

He can’t help the strangled hiss that escapes.

Noah’s usually pretty quiet in bed. Doesn’t like the vulnerability that comes with voicing his pleasure, with sharing the secret of how easy to please he is with a partner. But, fuck, does he love talking himself through it. “C’mon, baby,” he chants to his hand as it increases speed. “So fucking good,” he groans through gritted teeth. 

His voice is so fucking smooth. So fucking deep when he speaks through his chest. Just the perfect amount of grit that, if he shuts his eyes, he can feel reverberate through his nape and scalp and bang against the back of his nose as the sound waves travel to his cochlea. 

He won’t shut his eyes now. Never - not when he’s looking like that with his brow furrowed, gaze hard and nearly icy, nostrils flared and jaw clenched tight. 

He clenches it tighter, raises his chin just so to create the illusion of that perfect jawline. 

“Noah,” he moans, “god, Noah, fuck.” It echoes in his ear, and it is his voice, but he swears he didn’t feel his lips move as he watches them round around each syllable in his reflection. 

His name sounds so good rolling off his own tongue. 

Release hits Noah not like a full-speed bullet train, but the way it feels when you pulled your first tooth: slow, painful, and with each tug more builds up until it just pops out. Only after does he register the relief, the shoot of tension up his spine to burst behind his eyes and temples, the numbness in his fingers as he struggles to jerk himself through. 

Just those few final caresses. His cum blinds him with exploding stars and broken breaths. It paints the mirror in sloppy strokes of seminal goo, but he supposes that’s what Windex is for. 

Before he registers the signal from brain to limb he kneels, the rough of his wall-to-wall carpet digging into his knees as he releases his eager tongue. The spend is saltybitter when it coats the bed of his taste buds, slimy as it runs down the ramp of his throat. Noah makes sure to collect every single drop. 

He doesn’t feel shame when his eyes meet his own in the wet, distorted reflection once he’s done savoring himself. “You did so well, baby,” he says. “Such a good baby.”

His reflection nods eagerly, eyelids fluttering blissfully, head dropping as Noah’s neck stays stiff and still, eyes wide open. 

God damn, he is a sight to be seen.

#noah sebastian fanfic #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian fanfiction #bad omens fic #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fanfic #crackfic #noah x noah #fern words

[homesickn]

Isn't bite also touch?

Chapter one! (Weekly updates)

(Loki x Female demon!reader, eventual smut!)

Check chapter two here!

SUMMARY: Loki was saved by a demon and now the demon girl is attached to him like a cat is attached to catnip.

Is this trickery? Is this Devil lying to Loki to gift him punishment?

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence (future chapters), angst, mentions of trauma, emotional manipulation, demonic creatures.

Tags: Hurt Loki, protective Loki, protective reader, grumpy Loki, fluff and angst, Grumpy/Sunshine, hurt/comfort, soft Loki at times (he's touch-starved but emotionally unstable), bubbly reader, (future) demon-sex.

Note: Hello! This is my first time writing for Loki and sharing a story of mine, English is not my first language so please be kind.

Everything has been made with lots of love, and I'll see if I add more tags as the story goes. If you like it, please let me know your thoughts!

“We caught him. We got Loki.” Steve Rogers bragged, spreading the news to the team through the tiny speaker the headphones had.

Some sighed relieved, others—specifically Tony, accompanied by Natasha, hurried to examine the cell he was going to stay at, temporarily, before being sent to receive Asgardian punishment.

Loki didn't seem even slightly defeated at the concept of staying in the cell once again, it's almost as if he's planned it, and with Loki, you could never know. He still had the smugness in his expression, but he lacked his army and scepter, so the Avengers couldn't help but be overly suspicious of his unbothered behavior.

The cell was intrinsically made to protect the external side from whatever— or whoever— was inside, a stronger, hopefully more long-lasting copy of the first that was destroyed before the official New York attack. The concept was created by S.H.I.E.L.D with the support of Stark to provide safety to everyone whenever Hulk decided to come out, and Loki knew it was still that way, but at the moment those were the special occasions in which it can be lent to any dangerous individual. 

But seeing as they had to strengthen the new cell, based on what happened to the first, Loki didn't know what the improvements of this one were.

Anyhow, none of the Avengers expected that a being was rushing to the same spot some of them were, at the same time. You hurried sneakily hoping not to be found, hiding in the shadows to find the local you were informed of.

The shadows moved with you whenever you walked, in the literal sense, and morphing to whatever shape you desired. The silence that your footsteps provided was unfamiliar to human (or enhanced humans, or alien) ears. 

When you arrived at the cell responsible for locking Loki — recently having discovered his name — you hesitated coming closer, seeing that Stark and Romanoff were there first. You chose the option of sticking to your shadows by the corner. 

“Second time you come here, and this time Banner is well-protected and miles away. Should you have a plan for this, we'll lock you again so you can see that you will always lose no matter what you try next.” Tony's voice was loud and clear, giving no room to thinking otherwise, that's what he always sounded like.

His confident tone did not manage to afflict Loki's expression, so if he did feel the impact or had a change of emotions, it was unknown to the two watching his every move.

Natasha kept a serious glare at him, one that'd inspire others to shiver until they even dare question the temperature of the room. She waited patiently to see if Loki would snap and try some escapade at any given moment.

He didn't. 

“I always have a plan, Stark. By now, you should know that. It would make our little encounters way simpler.” His velvety voice was surprisingly smooth and showed a contrast to the silence of the room, impacting them with the sophisticated and kept-together tone. Almost managing to make them shiver. 

At least Tony, not Natasha (she didn't seem to be easily intimidated). Or you, the one that's still in the shadows.

“Well, then you can calculate your plan for as long as you'd like, for as many days as it takes, 'cause you're not getting yourself out of this prison. We made sure of it.” Natasha stated, and Tony quickly nodded in response, glancing at Romanoff and having his eyes come back to Loki.

After that, you watched them leave. 

You could sense every moving thing in the huge room, your powers presented to you the incessant—and quite loud— heartbeat that was coming from Loki's chest. Blame it on yourself for being able to detect that but you silently wondered how they didn't notice.

After some more time spent in silence, you could sense Loki's nervousness increasing, it was palpable, and honestly, the atmosphere was becoming kind of pleasant to you, who decided to wait and analyze the way his emotions were changing.

Fear. Although he seemed to not want to demonstrate that, perhaps also afraid someone might be watching through the cameras.

Was nobody really going to come? 

You realized with disdain that maybe his plan involved counting on a third-party. This time he couldn't possibly understand the patterns of the cell beforehand, he also couldn't appeal to the team's distaste for each other, so a fight like the other time wouldn't be able to be induced.

Maybe he thought Thanos would come for him, seeing as he led the army of Chitauri. Maybe he thought he'd be tracked and they'd come for him again, to finish the mission.

You knew this, you knew everything that involved vulnerability. Humans were somehow unique in this matter, but Gods always carried something special within and most of the times it is related to their godlike trait of specialty. 

You get Zeus as an example: the leader of the Gods on Olympus, will always be scared of failure and being inferior, and when found in situations he sees as disrespectful his anger will always be human-like, his punishments will be tainted by an emotional and human anger. 

This is something special about the Gods we can live with, this is what makes them and their stories interesting to humans, the feelings and flaws. Semblance to humanity.

Their flaws are deeper and carry more pain than humans could possibly experience. The God of Mischief, Tricks and Lies carried a long-time pain and years of trauma for being betrayed and lied to. It was interesting to watch life be ironic and to see the flashback coming to life behind their eyes. 

To be frank, you weren't expecting him to depend on someone else to escape, it's supposed to be common nature for him by now. The distrust, the tricks any time, to be wise in the nature of misleading and manipulation. 

But anyhow, you decided to wait and check if any other noise or heartbeat would make a sound in the room.

It didn't, still just Loki. 

So you approached, still covered, protected from view by your shape-shifting shadows. 

The atmosphere was colder than you had expected once you were in front of the cell, your hands touched the armored glass. Invisible now, abandoning your shadows. You didn't know if the cold was coming from him or if they just kept the air that way. Probably both.

Loki was in the middle of the cell now, facing his bed for the night. 

His thoughts kept betraying his facial expressions, being louder than he allowed his face to show, they were a constant mess of scheming and planning different ways out, a bunch of diverse techniques for trickery with the intent of finding his freedom.

Honestly you were getting a bit of a headache, but you realized he clearly didn't know that to do. You could sense his restricted powers moving through his veins.

You touched the glass with your fingertips first, then, with your fingernails, applying a slight pressure to it. Making Loki violently flinch and turn his body back to the entrance expecting to see one of the Avengers there to taunt him. 

He saw nothing and immediately frowned due to that. Then relaxed, noticing there was nobody there and thinking it might have been something else. You wondered if he could sense you or if he thought it was an illusion.

You decided to make use of the fact he still kept his front to the entrance—where you secretly were— and once again slowly scratched the glass he was being kept in.

Loki visibly flinched once again. 

“Fine, I thought it was nothing at first but I can definitely feel someone here now. Who is it? Who's there?!” He asked out loud to the empty room.

You waited in silence, seeing his fear was quite the spectacle. It's humanly cruel to admit but the fear that comes from Gods are a treat to be felt and experienced. To you. 

You were slightly shocked he could feel your presence there, although it did answer the doubt you had before to know if he could feel your presence or not.

You were tempted to scare him further, so mischievously as you decided to be, you closed your hand to a fist and knocked on the glass. Different areas, at the same time.

He looked around dramatically quick, closed his expression after noticing this was possibly a trick. He got back in place and his eyes dared to look forward— frighteningly exactly where you are—, and crossed his arms, presenting a —also—dramatic stance.

“Very funny, really adorable. I don't enjoy playing with witches, especially ones that won't show themselves, I'll let you know. Take off the spell.”

Really? I thought he liked tricks. You guess fear changes people, you could laugh at his scaredy cat behavior some other time. 

You took off the spell and showed your human form to him, making a mental note of how he seemed to gasp when you appeared out of nowhere. You noticed the cell seemed to restrict his powers although it seemed not to erase it completely, which is a capable downfall for the team of humans, they should've checked this before.

You presented yourself in a full black uniform with a long matching cape covering your shoulders, and your hair was kept down and loosen. The most noticeable detail was the metal mask you kept covering your nose and mouth. Allowing him to stare only at your eyes, not being able to see your full face.

“Loki, Loki of Asgard.” Your voice broke the silence, your eyes seemed to shine a little brighter after pronouncing the words.

He stared at you, his eyes questioning and doubtful, multiple questions running through his mind.

“And who are you? One more of the freaks coming to teach me how to behave in midgardian society? How do you know who I am?”

“Let's humbly say that I'm here to…save you,” he couldn't help but laugh at that.

“And what's that supposed to mean? You were in silence just then for a while, you clearly want something from me, and I want to know what it is. And I wish to know who you are, or maybe…who you're probably working for.��

“One of Thanos' children?” he thought, you don't care enough to ask what it means. 

You gave him a strange look he could not decipher.

“I work for no one, only myself. You can think of me as an angel, if you want, or if you need it. But I want to help you. Your powers have drawn me to you.”

“No angel would ever assume they feel drawn to greatness or power, I can only believe you may be a witch,” he eyed you up and down again, you noticed he seemed to do it a lot. Like he was constantly trying to understand things about you.

“No, I'm no witch. But I do admire them,” you let your head down a bit, then stare at him. Allowing your hands to try and reach the glass once again.

His eyes widened even before you managed to complete the touch. He thought you were going to scratch it again.

“No, no, don't do that! Stop scratching the glass!”

“Don't worry, I'm merely touching it this time.” you reached the glass and analyzed it, your hands glowing a black flowing matter, your powers, attempting to understand what it was made of and what could be its weakness. “Someone really doesn't want you to come out, it seems. The cell is reinforced by an invisibility spell that's hiding a layer of Adamantium.” 

“I don't know what that is, but the cell wasn't built for me that's for sure.” 

“It's a special metal, possibly the second strongest metal on Earth. Maybe it was built for you, or maybe not. I could sense your powers from miles away. You're more powerful than you think you are, with more experience you could turn a prison of Adamantium into multiple pieces.” 

He seemed to get angrier at what you said. Immediately scowling at you.

“Are you claiming I'm not experienced with magic? What would you know?! I'm over a thousand years of magic experience, I'm pretty sure I can handle anything by now.”

“Then break the cage yourself.” you simply stated. “Do it then.” 

“I can't, you dim-witted creature. As you can see, my magic is restricted.” He gesticulated to the cell around him, crossed his arms and looked at you.

“I know you carry more power than the supreme sorcerer in person. Again, if you had more faith in yourself mayhaps you'd be able to break it and find your way out on your own.” Your eyes wandered to the ground, making it seem like you didn't even care much, turning around slightly as if to go away. 

“And you…you can break it?” he asked after some seconds, lowering his voice. 

You turned back, looking over the whole glass. Your body leaned a bit backwards with you, showing a bit of drama through your movements. 

Then you placed yourself exactly where you were, and straightened your posture to speak to him.

“Yes, yes I can break it for you. I'll help you.” You decided. He seemed overly suspicious of every movement you made.

Placing your hand on the glass you let yourself feel all the tingly numbness that comes with allowing your powers to overcome, then you feel the glass start shattering under your fingertips. The strength of the material was stronger than anything you were used to physically handle daily.

Surprisingly, Loki's hand started glowing a light green color and his eyes closed as if putting the same effort as you into attempting to break the glass, less than he usually would be able to but still trying. His body got closer to the glass, not actually daring to touch it yet.

Your powers together managed to crack the top of his glass cell, this was when the loud warning noise came along, ringing in your ears and making you flinch. 

Loki grew alarmed and his magic was visibly weakening as the noise took over all the place. Seeing as these were extreme measures, you started putting double the effort to break it faster.

“It would be incredibly great if you could just help me again. It was good before, it was working.” You told him to make him pay attention to you once again. “You shouldn't let your emotions get in the way like that, I can sense your desperation from here, it's distracting!” 

He looked at her in disbelief but he put his hands in front of himself again, his powers grew strongly green and the glass cracked more and more. 

“You talk about desperation but I'm not the one that's raising my voice…” He muttered in the middle of everything.

“If you helped me I wouldn't need to!”

“Didn't you say you could do everything by yourself?” 

“I'm just saying in a matter of hurry to get you out, it would be great to have your powers help me break the second most powerful metal on Earth!”

“You should thank the gods that I-”

“Well I don't! I simply DON'T thank the gods,” you said louder than before. He seemed surprised but quickly recomposed himself. “And stop attempting a threat, should the humans arrive I can let myself out easily. Be more grateful.”

“As if! For all I know you must be a witch planning on kidnapping me… But seeing as being with the midgardian costume-show is worse, I don't mind the entertainment of being kidnapped by a…“ He took a pause to look at you, and you raised an eyebrow at him, slightly tilting your head. “Uh…insane, scary witch.” 

You could feel the heat increase and the announcement that there was an escape plan happening kept ringing loudly into the ears of both you. It would be a matter of time until the Avengers could track you and come back to the room. You both turned your heads to the entrance door that was right behind you, nothing yet.

Loki watched as your eyes seemed to go completely black in an instant, hands were getting shakier both yours and Loki's, then in the blink of an eye, the glass smashed in tiny little pieces. 

Loki put his arms in front of his face due to the impact but you didn't, your hands were still glowing with darkness and gray speckles of light as the magic slowly dissolved. One of the multiple pieces of glass crossed your forehead marking a small bleeding cut, that's when you noticed you probably should have had the reaction to protect your body to the glass. You noticed a few tinier pieces made contact with your mask, making a quiet but obvious sound of ripping steel, only a little, but what a shame.

You didn't want Loki to get too suspicious of you so you didn't make it heal faster, you let it bleed a little and it's close to your left eye. 

You watch it with interest, you quite like blood, you like the reminder you can bleed.

Putting your hand to the light wound and taking a bit of the blood on your skin, you let it taint your fingers a little red.

“We should go then.” You stated as a final decision.

You noticed that the moment the glass was destroyed, Loki's eyes seemed to get a bright blue shade for an instant, they even seemed a bit lost, then they went back to the green-grayish tone. 

“Wait, we could–”

You teleported both of your ways out of there, right before the Avengers arrived. 

★

You realized your plan carried no real structure and it upset you immensely. Now you were stuck in an isolated mossed area with an alien God that appeared to be in deep distress.

“You know this is great, where in the all the Nine even are we?” He looked around at that, checking the varied tree species the place had. And turned to look at you in disbelief.

“Are we still in the United States?!” He questioned loudly once again and started walking straight ahead.

“If there wasn't such pressure on us I could have teleported us somewhere nicer. I couldn't let them be too close,” with that you followed right behind him, managing to keep your footsteps steadier to make it seem as if you know what you're doing.

“If you had waited a little before teleporting us I could have gotten the Tesseract back! If we had the Tesseract I'd manage to find somewhere to hide, very far from here… You didn't let me dictate our plan and now look where we are,”

“The Tesseract?” You asked a bit confused, then you slowly nodded as you just remembered seeing something about that. “The bright blue cube the Avengers carried with them? Is it important?” You were curious now.

“Yes, it is property of Asgard. And it should be with me. They took it from me.” He started going faster and you hurried to match his steps. 

“First of all, why? Second of all,” you paused as you tripped on the rocks. “Ugh. Second of all- I definitely should be the one on the front. Let me lead the way.” 

You certainly didn't appreciate feeling inferior.

You ran a little to go and stay in front of him, turning your back to Loki and proceeding to walk first.

The Asgardian behind you was confused by the suddenness of your actions, and stomped his foot seemingly taking your choice as insolence.

“Where are we?! What the Hel is going on?!” 

“I told you I was going to save you. I did, I took you out of that god forsaken cell, I freed you.”

“Freedom would be a solid belief if I could be by myself right now.” 

“Hey. I have been nothing but nice,” you don't know why you were defensive. “And you have yet to mention why the Tesseract should be with you. I said I can do anything, if you convince me, maybe I can bring it to you,” you said firmly and stared right at him.

That made him pause his steps for a while, you were almost near a tunnel. You paused as well.

He blinked, and looked at you before speaking.

“It's the space stone, a stone that allows you to teleport anywhere you want at any given moment. It controls space in time, and I was using it to my benefit for my plans.”

You looked down to the floor deep in thought with that. Keeping quiet for a little.

“You don't need that, you have me.”

He stared at you quietly too, you almost didn't notice how his eyes shined a little greener after your words, looking… lively, or honest.

 “You'd…move us whenever we needed?”

“Yes, of course,” you exclaimed bubbly.

Everything seemed warmer to you, noticing the Tesseract wasn't going to ruin your plans if you lacked it, your powers are useful enough for that. 

He looked at you oddly, then kept walking. Indicating with his hands that you should walk as well, silently not caring anymore if you're first. 

“I wish you would tell me who you are. The only thing I can see other than your eyes is the mask.”

“You wish for me to take off the mask?” You smiled sardonically. “Are you this curious?”

“You did call yourself an angel,” he began. Your eyes turned slightly darker at the mention, but you were looking at the floor, you kept smiling under the mask.

“I did, yes. I am one, somehow,” you lied. 

You know he can see through your lies, he chose not to comment.

The tunnel was right in front of you two now, you both kept walking. It brought nothing but humid ground with water puddles that kept announcing you in the dark, sometime or another you could hear the small noise of a bug.

Overall, it was quite cold. You thought the cold in the cell had been due to keeping the atmosphere that way, but Loki's presence felt as cold as the air around you, literally.

“Are you cold?” You asked. 

“Hm?” He was distracted analyzing his whereabouts. “No, why? Is it cold? I didn't notice.”

You hummed, you were kind of sensitive to the cold so you weren't sure if you were the one on the wrong. Maybe it was just the tunnel.

Either way, you opened your hands spreading all your fingers, absorbing as much warmth as the place could have.

You noticed Loki's fingertips growing immediately the green it gets when he uses his powers, and…oh.

He conjured you a blanket. A dark green one, that looked very soft.

“I'm a gentleman, I can't let you go cold.” he looked at you and waited for you to take it.

Still, you kept your hands growing warmer and warmer, you got both of them together and huddled a tiny speckle of… fire.

You were satisfied with that, but made it a bit bigger. Now you carried a small flame in the air among your fingers, and your entire hands were glowing red. You felt warm enough, the pyrokinesis required the warmth of your entire body. 

You didn't notice Loki's admiration right beside you, his eyes sparkling with the movements of your fingers through the air.

“You can control fire? Impressive,” he said in awe. 

“It's nothing,” your cheeks felt just as warm as your hands, you supposed you could blame it on the pyrokinesis effect. “You can still give me the blanket, put it around me or something,” you moved your shoulders trying to demonstrate.

So he did, he placed it around your shoulders. It wasn't exactly long, good because it wouldn't touch the dirty ground. Or come close to it.

As you two walked the rest of the tunnel, now feeling less cold than before, a green light flowed by your side again. Loki's hand grew a green light to help us see the dark way in front of us, the fire helped already but it's nice that he thought to add to it.

You just assumed he liked feeling useful as much as you.

Maybe you were a creature cursed to desiring greatness for eternity, however, his powers did draw you to him even further. Your eyes brighten as you look at the green surrounding his fingertips. 

He looks at you curiously, eyes changing from his hands to your face back and forth.

Both of you don't say anything. 

★

The 'Avengers' as they have recently been named, decided the world was under a giant threat again seeing as Loki had not only escaped but he did so with the help of an unknown person.

This opened possibilities for a thousand different theories. Maybe the God of Mischief had fans, but it'd be really quick enough for them to plan and manage to save him?

Plus, they knew the 'person' was powerful when checking the cameras, seeing the woman appear out of nowhere, and seeing they teleported together. At first they thought Loki was the responsible one for that, but what if he wasn't? It mainly worried them the fact that humans —if it was what saved him— do not simply have superpowers like that.

It became a S.H.I.E.L.D case the second they discovered.

“What if he has more aliens he brainwashed?” Clint asked at the table. “I don't wanna deal with these aliens any more for today, I've had enough.”

“Considering the fact you were just brainwashed by the guy, I can give you that,” Natasha answered, putting a hand on his shoulder. She looked at him more caringly afterwards when the others weren't paying attention to them. Saying quietly: “Are you okay? Don't you think it's better if you rest for now?”

“I'll have enough time to rest after we get that serial killer slash crazy alien back to the cells. Or better yet, out of this planet.” With that, he looked at the other teammates.

Tony was checking the securities and zooming in on the screens, recording to save every detail of the presented outfit, mask, all the angles of this person, anything he could get.

Thor was relentless, demanding to know any information the humans could grant him with. He didn't understand how it wasn't quicker to locate him.

For him it seemed more like a family missing thing than a mass murderer villain missing, they guessed that after all, Loki was still his brother and Thor still had such a big heart.

“If this being is more powerful than my brother is, I don't think we'll find them in these…” Thor turned and gesticulated to the cameras Stark was studying the scenes from. “What are these again?” He mumbled in a hurry, just wanting to get his point across.

“Cameras.” Steve replied.

“Cameras! Of course,” Thor said again making a dramatic case with his booming voice, “I need to check in Asgard to see if he's not there, maybe the Asgardians even know something…I don't know, I'm not sure.” He kept looking around nervously, and picking on his hands as he spoke.

“Thor, relax. We're going to find him, it's our main mission to get a hold of this freak.” Bruce replied now. “If there's one thing about our group of very strange individuals is that we don't like to fail, we're too arrogant for that.”

“Speak for yourself, I'm far from arrogant.” Tony replied clicking on another screen and bringing it closer to him, the technology making the images clearer.

Steve tries to hide a snort, and Natasha can't help but actually laugh. “Come on now, it's not time for jokes.”

“Yeah, don't make us laugh,” she says.

“Is this amusing to you, Steve?” Tony said. Looking away from the screen. “If you think I'm too arrogant-”

“I have no time for this.” Thor turned around, picking Mjolnir with extreme ease and turning it in the air. “I'll be out for a while. If you find news about my brother don't forget to look up to the sky and scream very loudly the name 'HEIMDALL', please.” He made sure to give a quiet scream to interpretate them screaming to Heimdall.

“And who's that Heimdall guy again?” Clint asked.

“The man that sees it all. The guardian of Asgard. I asked him for news regarding Loki's location, but he seems to find absolutely nothing, it's unbelievable. He said there's strong magic protecting his surroundings, or him in itself.”

“If Loki is on Asgard, make sure to send us a letter or a text message to warn us and proceed be sure to keep him there, forever, no need to bring him back.” Tony said dismissively. “We've got enough trouble as it is.”

“Well, now you're just being rude. I bet Loki didn't mean any real harm with his actions. He wasn't like that before.” Thor replied once again, and then turned to the exit to go outside. “Again, if you find anything of him, make sure to yell to the sky!”

The moment Thor left and they saw the rainbow appear through the window and make quite a loud opening, Natasha looked at them and said:

“So who's going to be the one to take the role of insane and yell at the sky?” She asked with a smile.

“Hopefully no one, his brother might be having a blast with Asgardians chicks in a pool, if they have those there. And everything will go back to normal, we'll have no need to worry,” Tony said.

“Just because that's what you'd been doing if you escaped prison doesn't mean that that's what Loki's doing right now.” Steve argued.

“Who let the popsicle speak again? I don't know about you, but other people are familiar with the concept of having sex-”

“Is this conversation really necessary, Tony?” Steve argued back.

“Well, hopefully Tony's right about not needing to worry and-”

Mary Hill entered the room before Bruce could finish the sentence, “Am I interrupting? I apologize, I hate to be the bringer of bad news…actually, no, I'm alright with that.” She said menancingly. After that, she put a laptop on the table they were meeting at.

Also, putting next to it a bunch of information resources, such as multiple other tablets and laptops containing images that are some blurry and others in perfect quality. One of them even contained an image of a woman, seemingly an ID, but they weren't sure.

“Fury was in contact with other agents that could know anything about the characteristics the unknown person had. They studied the height, the weight, the length of their hair, and other things. We tried to study the precise gender this person has but aren't so sure, so we call it Being, they weren't even sure it's human. Still, they checked the powers, the speed in which the glass was broken, everything they could through the images. Changed the angles and studied for news about it, checking specifically also the mask she wore.”

While she narrated every step of the professionals she opened one of the screens and displayed it to another device to share Fury's screen. That's when he began to talk to them, to tell the story through his side as well.

“The creature, we were looking first for witches or any enhanced human beings such as other possible soldiers like Rogers. We were both relieved and worried to see it wasn't the case, our work couldn't be granted with much, but what we found of it should be enough for now to know what we're working with.”

Hill presented a specific image on screen, one that seemed like the one on the ID, the 'woman' had her eyes wide open seeing as she had to look directly at the camera for the important exam.

The image was black and white, of course. But she had her eyes completely empty, the document was inked with white the part where her eyes should be.

“They checked for occurrences and similar characteristics on other people surrounding the same places. What we found complicated is that the situations in which people disappeared like that and appeared out of nowhere were brought up by different people in different parts of the world.” The images kept moving to present women, men and children, not much, probably just up to eight identities that they could collect from around the whole world. “But what's most interesting is that, none of these people actually exist.”

Fury stated and caused the silence of the room to grow instantly tense. They immediately found that frightening.

“Has Loki really been planning the attack on New York for that long? This must be related to him somehow. When, how-” Clint began and was interrupted by Fury again.

“These people would appear on a certain day and disappear at any moment. It was uncertain, it has no pattern, we're in doubt of our process because we can't seem to be sure just one person could be responsible for this. And we're unsure of Loki's relation to this being, at least any relation before today.”

The pictures presented could vary from news where there would be people morphing out of shadows or coming out of something slimy to become human. They weren't sure these things were related to one another but they carried similarities with the pattern of power presented in the cell earlier.

There were videos of men, women, even animals, morphing into something else. And mainly all of them had to be related to the shadows one time or another, that's all they had, they had to stick to it.

“We believe we're dealing with a shapeshifter, and even worse… We believe it's a demon.”

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Idle Hands

Author's Note: I want to preface this by saying I know that this isn't my usual content. This mini-series is a result of my insomnia fueled rewatch of Outer Range, adhd, the high amount of Lew content we have been getting lately, and my dive back into country music. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it nonetheless

Series Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption, violence/ fighting, rodeo inaccuracies, smut. 18+ Minors DNI. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger

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Part 1: The Devil's Handiwork

Rhett hadn't planned to end up at the Handsome Gambler tonight, honestly.

But with Perry in jail, his parents on the outs, and Maria having left town, the Abbott house was just too—quiet.

So, he hopped in his beat-up old truck and headed into town. He had only planned to stay for one beer, really. But after he finished it, he realized that another one couldn't hurt. And boy, was he glad he talked himself into a second one.

Truthfully, Rhett was on his fourth beer now. But that was all because of you. Your band had been setting up when he first walked in and took a seat at the bar. Rhett had scoffed and rolled his eyes when he saw you.

You had on some well-worn cowboy boots, a flannel draped over you, and a pair of blue jeans that had to have been painted on because the fit you just right.

He figured you were one of those pop-country wannabes that seems to grace the bar more and more frequently.

But the minute you stepped on stage, Rhett knew he was wrong about you. You were different in the best way.

You didn't sing the songs that were all over the radio, that were upbeat, and full of life.

No. You sang songs about love and loss and betrayal. Songs that reminded him of the old country his father had raised him on.

And you were so convincing when sang them. Your words haunted him. The shake of your silver tambourine enchanted him. Drawing him in with every note. They bar must have had almost fifty people in it from here or there, but Rhett swore that you were singing right to him.

He was so bewitched watching you that he didn't realize how much time had passed. Soon, you were announcing your last song. It wasn't one he was familiar with, but he found himself tapping along to the beat as you sang

"Oh, lord, I need a little help."

You crooned into the microphone as you met his eyes.

"Oh, lord, come and save me from myself"

You sighed as you trailed your hand across you the tidbits of lace that peaked out from under your shirt and up your neck.

"And that devil's in the market for a pair of idle hands"

You finished with a wink and a crimson smirk across your face.

Rhett wiped his palms across his faded jeans as his very own hands, that had been setting idle just moments before, wrapped around the neck of his beer and brought it to his lips. He downed it in one gulp as you made your way off the stage and down to the crowd of on lookers, straight towards him.

Rhett fumbled with his wallet, trying to quickly pay his tab and leave, because in his head, he knew that you would be trouble.

He grabbed his hat from the bar and secured it on his head. He turned on his heels and collided with whoever had the misfortune to be behind him.

Rhett quickly caught himself and looked to apologize to whoever he crashed into, only to be met with you standing in front of him.

"Leaving so soon, Cowboy?" You spoke to him sweetly, voice flowing over him like honey.

"Y—yes ma'am." He stammered out.

You cocked your head to the side and clicked your tongue, not moving from your spot. You reached up and adjusted the hat that now sat askew on his head.

"Shame, I was hoping to have a drink with a thirsty cowboy, but if your whistle has already been wet, I guess I can find someone else." You sighed as you trailed your fingers down his bicep and looked up at him through your lashes.

"I—I suppose one drink couldn't hurt." Rhett stuttered. Your warm fingers on him was making it hard to think.

"Perfect." You smiled at him with a devilish grin.

Rhett swallowed thickly. He knew that this was either going to be the best or worst decision of his life. He just wasn't sure which one yet.

"So, Cowboy, you from around here or just passing through?" You ask him as the two of you settle into a booth tucked away from everyone else at your request.

"Born and raised here." Rhett answers you as he fiddles with the label on his beer before taking a sip of it. The hops of it dance across his tongue. Smoothe and familiar. It's a local brew, not something you can find at every bar and store. It surprises most people that Rhett drinks with when they see him order something niche.

"I've never seen this kind before. Is it any good?" You ask him as you gesture to his drink.

"S'one of my favorites," Rhett mumbles as you slide closer to him. Now your thigh is pressed against his. He can feel the warmth radiating off of your body.

"Wanna try it?" He offers as he tips the neck of the bottle towards you. "Sure." You grin at him.

Rhett expects you to take the bottle from his hand, but instead, you surge forward and connect your lips with his.

He lets out a surprise gasp, which allows you to slide your tongue into his mouth. Rhett relaxes into you. One of his large hands curling at the nape of your neck. But just ask quickly as you kissed him, you pulled away, leaving him breathless.

"You're right. It does taste pretty good." You breathe out as if nothing had happened. A laugh bubbles out of Rhett as he shakes his head and takes another drink.

"You're something else, darling." He chuckles. "Y'know, I just realized I never caught your name."

Now it's your turn to laugh. You smile at him sweetly before telling him your name. He repeats it back to you in his gravelly draw, and you think that it's never sounded better.

"You've got a mighty fine name, darling, but I think I'll call you Honeybee." He says.

"Oh, and why's that, Cowboy?" You challenge him.

"Because you're sweet with a little sting. And you can keep calling my Cowboy if you want, but Rhett works just fine, too." He smiles.

"Rhett." You draw out his name like the melody of one of the songs you just sang. Even though he's only heard you utter it once, Rhett can already tell he's addicted to the way his name falls from your lips.

"So where are you from? Because I know it's not from around here. I'd remember a pretty face like yours." Rhett asks you.

"You think I'm pretty?" You fire back. He cracks another smile and nods.

"I'm from Oklahoma. But I've been on the road for a while, following a dream." You tell him. "How the hell did you end up here?" He asks you. "My aunt and uncle have a ranch here. I'm spending the summer with them. Trying to reconnect with my roots." You explain.

Rhett shakes his head and realizes that your aunt and uncle's ranch is a few miles away from his family's. He hopes that means he'll get to see you more this summer.

"So what do you do for a living, Cowboy? Or do you just hang out in smokey bars all day?" You ask him. "I work on my family's ranch, and I ride bulls." He tells you with a shy grin.

"A bull rider. Guess that means you like to walk on the wild side?" You raise an eye brow as your hand comes to rest on his thigh. You trace lazy shapes over the faded denim.

"I've been known to take a few risks." Rhett says as he shifts closer to you.

"Is that so?" You ask him as you slide your hand along his thigh until it's resting atop of his obnoxiously large gold belt buckle that he won in his last rodeo.

"Yes, Ma'am." He replies calmly. You lean in closer to him. So close that he can smell the floral perfume you're wearing. Your lips are millimeters from his ear. "I may not be a thousand pound bull, but I sure could give you one hell of a ride tonight, if you're up for it, Cowboy." Your hot breath fans over him.

Rhett shutters at your words. And you smirk, proud of the effect you have on him. You go to pull your arm away, but he catches you by the wrist and places your hand over his bulging jeans. You cup his length through the fabric and press your thighs together.

"I think I might be the one giving you the ride of a lifetime." Rhett practically growls out.

"We'll see about that, Cowboy. I've been known to hold my own. I'm staying at the motel across the street for a few nights until my aunt fixes up the guest room at her house. I'm in room six. See you there." You wink at him before dropping a key onto the table and sliding out of the booth.

Rhett shamelessly watches you walk towards the exit. And when you turn back to blow him a kiss, he notices that the stetson hat that was once on his head now rests atop yours.

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Amnesiac X (Rafe Cameron x Reader x JJ Maybank)

WARNINGS: eventual NON-CON, mentions of abuse, mentions of past assault, drunk driving, mentions of loss of virginity, underage drinking, drug use, non canon ages, kook!reader

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Here is the much anticipated Ch. 10!

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summary: “There’s something wrong with your love story, baby…”

After a surfing accident leaves you with little to no memory of everything that happened before that day, you start to wonder if the blond in what little memories you do have is the same one who claims to be your boyfriend.

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“Um…this is the best I’ve got.”

JJ was very awkward around you, offering the oversized t-shirt to you, lips pressed together. Your skin was still damp from your shower, practically scrubbed raw. You had spent over an hour in the shower, dragging your nails and the cloth over your body, paying no mind to the blood you drew. Even now, you could still feel Rafe on you, and under the spray of water, you had only wanted to get him off.

You shuddered, and you knew it had nothing to do with your damp skin and the cool air.

“Thanks,” you whispered, taking it from him.

He clearly didn’t know what else to say, and so he left you alone to get dressed. You glanced around, never having been to JJ’s house before. He’d made an offhanded comment that his dad wasn’t home, and you had been relieved about that for more reasons than one. You’d heard enough about JJ’s dad to know that was a man you never wanted to meet.

When you came out of his room, JJ had a small glass of water, and he cleared his throat.

“Here…”

You didn’t think you were that thirsty until you swallowed it all in one go. JJ didn’t hesitate to get you another, and you sank down onto the couch.

“Are you okay?” he wondered, standing over you.

“My best friend tried to rape me,” you dryly said, taking a sip. “What do you think?”

JJ nodded to himself, running his hands through his hair.

“Yeah, that was a stupid question.”

“No, it’s…it’s fine. I doubt you’ve been put in this position before,” you sighed. “Leave it to me to associate with horrible people.”

JJ made a noise in the back of his throat, and you looked up.

“This isn’t your fault.”

You looked back down, tightening your hand around the glass. You felt differently. Rafe was always an asshole, always so cruel to whoever he deemed worthy of it, and you had just accepted it as who he was instead of recognizing it as the very concerning personality flaw it was. Even still, all this time, you thought that Rafe was your friend.

“Thank you, by the way,” you told him.

JJ frowned at you before hesitantly sitting beside you.

“You don’t…you don’t have to thank me for that,” he said with a shake of his head.

“I mean…I know I’m not your favorite person.”

Rafe’s words still left you bitter, and you swallowed.

“So that means I’m supposed to let you get hurt?”

You ignored how JJ didn’t refute your statement, and you blinked back more tears.

“No,” you sighed. “That’s not what I’m saying. Just…thank you.”

JJ didn’t respond, and you watched him as he stood.

He reminded you of Rafe in so many ways, but nicer, and you wanted to laugh to yourself. So many times, you had imagined being alone with JJ, doing the most mundane things and just talking to him. You couldn’t even rejoice in this because of the circumstances, and you drank the rest of your water, looking around.

“I know it’s not what you’re used to on Figure 8, but you can sleep in my room.”

His words had you frowning at him, and you looked away, those final words from Rafe making more tears fall.

“I’m not some spoiled Kook princess!”

JJ seemed shocked by your outburst, and he raised his hands, mouth opening, but you continued.

“I’ve never been anything but nice to you and everyone else is perfectly fine with me, but every time I’ve tried to be your friend, you made it clear that you want no parts.”

“I didn’t-.”

“I know you think I’m this spoiled rich bitch who looks down on people from The Cut,” you said, standing now. “I know what you think of me.”

JJ shoved his hands into his pockets, preferring to let you finish.

“I long accepted it, but God do you really think I’d have the nerve to judge anything about you after what you did for me? You really think I’m that…terrible?”

As the silence stretched, it became clear to JJ that you wanted an actual answer. He at least had the decency to look shameful as he sighed.

“You’re right.”

You looked away.

“I was just trying to lighten the mood, but you’re right. That was unnecessary.”

“I’m a good person, JJ.”

He frowned at the way your voice cracked, and he stepped towards you.

“I know you are.”

“…but you treat me like I’m not.”

He looked like he wanted to say more but thought better of it.

“I’ll uh…I’ll take the couch,” was all he said, and you felt disappointed for some reason.

When it became clear that nothing else was going to be said, you made your way to his room. It smelled just like JJ, and for some reason, that made you cry again. You had thrown up everything in your stomach earlier, but when you thought about Rafe, you wanted to be sick all over again. You had been saved by the last person you ever expected, and you cried yourself to sleep in his bed.

You heard someone gently calling your name, and you blinked.

The figure before you was blurry and familiar, and when the colors finally separated to paint a clear picture, you rubbed your eyes. Sarah stood in front of you with a deep frown, looking over you with a look you couldn’t place.

“I went by your house, and your mom said you hadn’t been by in a while.”

A while.

You wondered how many mothers would describe their daughter’s weeks long absence like that?

“Have you been here the whole time?”

You struggled to sit up, the alcohol in your system making for the perfect nap before Sarah woke you up. Sarah looked between you and JJ, the other blond leaning against his wall with his arms crossed over his chest. You supposed it was kind of a lie. You had been by your house to get some things, but seeing as you didn’t want to run into Rafe, you’d been hiding out here. Your mom just had no knowledge if it.

“Uh…yeah,” you sighed. “Things aren’t the best at home, so…”

You knew what Sarah was thinking as her nose scrunched. Why didn’t you crash at her place? Or Kie’s? Or even Pope’s? JJ’s indifferent attitude towards you was no secret, so for her to find you on his couch of all places was definitely odd.

“Wait, what?” Sarah knelt before you, worried. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t really want to talk about it.”

She blinked at that, glancing at JJ again.

“Are you sure…?”

The hurt in Sarah’s voice was evident, and you understood why. She was your best friend, and while she didn’t know what it was, it was clear to her that something was very wrong if you were sleeping on JJ’s couch. You slowly blinked, nodding.

At that, Sarah leaned in, looking at you more closely.

“Are you drunk? JJ is she drunk?”

“Sarah, I’m fine. I just had a few beers…”

It was more than a few.

Sarah looked like she wanted to say something else, but instead she left you, jerking her head at JJ as she went. He reluctantly followed, and with difficulty, you stood, moving closer to the door.

“She’s not okay. What’s going on?”

JJ was quiet for a while, and you worried that he’d tell her what you made him promise not to tell anyone.

“Home stuff. That’s all I know.”

“You’re lying,” she accused. “Even if it was just home stuff…Y/N’s never been much of a drinker. Never, and now she’s passed out drunk in the middle of the day?”

JJ sighed.

“Whatever’s wrong with her, that’s not going to help,” she hissed.

“I can’t make her do anything she doesn’t want to do,” he told her.

“Enabling bad coping mechanisms isn’t any better.”

Her voice was cold, and as the silence stretched, you knew that she had left on her bike.

You looked down as you thought about Sarah’s words, swallowing. The past few weeks were more of a blur than you wanted to admit, filled with more alcohol than you’d ever had in your lifetime. And JJ. Oddly enough, the blond had become something like a friend.

His dad was rarely home, something that both relieved and saddened you. He never pushed you to talk in detail about what happened, but sometimes you’d catch him throwing worried glances towards you. He talked to you more than he ever had, and part of you hated it because you knew it was only because he pitied you. On the other hand, the pathetic part of you didn’t care what the reason was.

“She’s mad at me,” you told him when he came back inside. “We tell each other everything…”

“She’s not-.”

“She is,” you slurred with a nod. “…but how can I tell her that her own brother tried to rape me?”

It was the first time you’d brought it up since that night, and JJ’s gaze was on you. You didn’t know if you just needed to cry after not doing so for weeks, or if it was the alcohol, but your eyes watered.

“Hey…” JJ moved closer, clearly seeing the emotion on your face. “You’re okay.”

You frowned, staring at the floor.

“He was my best friend,” you murmured to yourself. “…and when I didn’t like him back, he tried to rape me.”

JJ softly called your name, and you sniffed.

“…but I always knew he was an asshole. Why did I think I was so different?”

JJ was quiet for a moment before finally speaking.

“You thought he was your friend. That’s not your fault,” he told you.

“We grew up together. We literally grew up together, and did everything together,” you were rambling. “…and at the end of the day, I wasn’t his friend. I was just something else that belonged to him.”

You pressed your hands to the sides of your head, vision blurring and chest tightening.

“Why wasn’t it enough?”

JJ knelt before you now, trying to take your hands. He was calling your name again, but you ignored him, deep in your own head as insecurities you didn’t even realize you had started to surface.

“Maybe…maybe that’s all I’m good for.”

“Hey.”

“I’m not very smart, and I’m clearly a poor judge of character-.”

“Y/N,” JJ interrupted, moving to sit beside you.

“I’m a spoiled Kook who grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth, and I’m going to end up just like my mom…”

“Okay, stop it,” JJ took your face into his hands, a deep frown on his face.

“I am,” you sobbed. “That’s all I seem to be good for. To be on some asshole’s arm like a trophy, going to stuffy parties, and-.”

“Shut up,” JJ snapped, shaking you. “Rafe’s shitty, and just because he didn’t value you as a friend, it doesn’t mean he was right to.”

“…but…you didn’t value me as a friend either.”

JJ’s face fell at your words, and you shrugged.

“You barely liked me as a person,” you whispered.

JJ’s shoulders heaved, and he looked sheepish.

“I was judge-y…and you were a Kook.”

“I’m still a Kook,” you reminded him.

JJ chuckled.

“You’ve been slumming it with me for weeks,” he said. “I wouldn’t exactly call you a Kook anymore.”

That made you chuckle too, and JJ licked his lips.

“…and I was wrong for doing that,” he admitted, and you eyed him. “I always thought you wouldn’t stick around and go back to your side of the island for good.”

You played with your fingers.

“I don’t think I ever want to go back to my side of the island,” you told him.

You both knew that wasn’t possible, but you could dream. You felt JJ brush your face, wiping your tears away, and your heart skipped a beat.

“You should really tell someone what Rafe did. You should go to Shoupe.”

“Ward is the reason Shoupe has the job he does now,” you confessed, glancing up. “Nothing happens to guys like Rafe.”

“Y/N-.”

“They’ll just say I was drunk, or I lead him on or…because nothing sexual actually took place, what is there to prove?”

JJ looked sad for you, and you let out a bitter laugh.

“He gets to go on living his life while I’m stuck trying to heal mine.”

Your head fell to JJ’s shoulder, and you laughed again. He smelled so much like the ocean water to you, and as much as you hated Rafe for what he did, it had brought you closer to JJ, had made him your friend, something you had long given up on.

For the first time in what felt like a while, you were actually sober.

And you were beyond grateful too.

JJ’s hand was on the back of your neck, holding you to him as he moved his lips against yours. His other hand was on your lower back, fingers brushing your skin as you sat in his lap. You used to dream about this, and just when you made peace with only ever being friends with JJ, thankful for even that, he’d said something that you thought you’d never hear.

“You’re too pretty to cry over assholes like Rafe.”

The words had shocked you, and the smile that he’d given you made your heart race. You hadn’t even meant to kiss him, your body taking on a mind of it’s own, but whatever worries you had melted away when he didn’t push you away.

“Are you sure?” he’d murmured against your lips.

You knew why he was asking, and to prove to him that you were okay, you wrapped your arms around his neck. Kissing JJ was exactly like what you thought it’d be. His lips were soft and sweet from his juul pen, and when you decided that you hated the way he was kissing you like you’d break, you pushed him towards the couch. His fingers kneaded into your skin, making you shudder, and he sighed into your mouth.

Your bliss was cut short when you both heard a noise outside, and it took you a moment to remember where you were. You were off of JJ and fixing your shirt just as Pope and John B. made themselves known, striding inside like they lived there.

“Sarah said you’d probably be here,” Pope commented, plopping down beside JJ. “I like killing two birds with one stone.”

“We’re chillin’ in the cat’s ass tonight,” John B said, lightly slapping JJ’s arm. “We rarely see both of you these days.”

Guilt ate at you, and you looked down. JJ was their friend first, and you were keeping him away because of your own bullshit. It felt so selfish once you were confronted with it, and you spoke up before JJ did.

“That’s my fault,” you laughed. “Stupid family drama, but yeah, I could use a night in a hot tub.”

You could feel JJ’s worried gaze on you, but you ignored it. Your life had to get back to normal at some point, and nothing seemed better to you than hanging out at the Chateau with your friends. Your real friends. You didn’t have a bathing suit with you, but you texted Kie because you knew she’d have an extra one.

“Are you sure about this?” JJ asked, sliding up beside you while Pope and John B. were talking.

“Yeah,” you said with a nod. “I can’t hide away from the rest of our friends forever.”

“You don’t have to force yourself,” he told you.

You knew that JJ was just worried, and you appreciated it.

“I promise. I’m okay.”

Your reassurance wasn’t in vain.

Being around the rest of your friends did make you feel better. They were filling you in on things you’d missed, Pope laughing as he recounted the first time he got high. You weren’t going to lie, you did hate that you missed that. You were perfectly okay…until Sarah brought up the one person you never wanted to talk about again.

“I swear to God, it’s like him and our dad are constantly at each other’s throats these days,” she said. “I mean, they regularly argue, but not like this.”

Your gaze was focused on the water, and you felt JJ’s fingers graze yours below the surface.

“Rafe is drinking more, partying more, and I’m afraid to think of how much money he’s wasted on coke.”

“Sounds like classic Rafe to me,” JJ mumbled, trying to dismiss the subject.

“Something’s definitely wrong with him,” she said, taking a sip of her drink. “I know you haven’t talked to him in a while, but if anyone would know, it’d be you.”

She was looking at you now, and all you could offer was a shrug.

“Rafe and I aren’t friends anymore, so I wouldn’t know anything about his life, right now.”

You said it so casually, and you ignored the way Sarah’s eyes widened, a frown on her face.

“What?” she said, a chorus of echoes going around the hot tub as everyone else had the same thought.

“You and Rafe not being friends is something that doesn’t make sense,” Kie said. “Although, I’m not going to pretend to be upset about it.”

She laughed, but Sarah didn’t join in.

“When did this happen, and why?”

You were beyond uncomfortable, and you didn’t really know what to say, but JJ spoke up for you.

“Who cares? Cutting Rafe off doesn’t sound like a big loss to me,” he mumbled.

Everyone else agreed, but Sarah was silent, looking between you and JJ with a small frown. Uncomfortable and wanting to let the subject go, you stood in the water.

“Does anyone else want another beer?”

Everyone raised their hands, albeit Sarah did lazily, and JJ offered to go with you.

His shoulder brushed yours as you both walked into the house. The air between you was tense for so many reasons, and you avoided his eye.

“She’ll let it go,” he promised you.

“Maybe…”

You grabbed the beers, and JJ grabbed a few from you, his fingers brushing against yours. You weren’t surprised to find his gaze on you when you glanced up, and you didn’t move away when he brushed his lips against the corner of your mouth.

Whatever this was between you and JJ was so new, and you didn’t know what it meant. You thought about JJ seeing you in this way almost since you first met, so you weren’t going to suggest stopping, but at the same time, so many factors were involved.

What if this became something that didn’t work out? How would it affect the friendship that had only just been formed? Not to mention what it could do for the entire group. Then there was the biggest problem of Rafe. Thoughts of him made you shudder, and you knew that if whatever was going on with you and JJ become public knowledge, your former best friend wouldn’t hesitate to let it be known how he felt about it.

“You okay?”

JJ pulled you from your thoughts, and you nodded at him.

“Just in my own head.”

His smile made you smile, and he briefly pressed the cold beer to your cheek.

“You should stop doing that so much,” he chuckled.

He guided you out with a hand on the small of your back, but when you neared the hot tub, it fell away, and you swallowed down a sigh of relief.

You struggled to open your eyes, a splitting pain in your head that made you wince. Colors danced behind your eyes, and there was a roaring in your ears. The faint smell of smoke reached your nose, and you scrunched it, groaning to yourself as you struggled to lift your head. Your vision fully returned the same time your hearing did, and the sound of your name reached your ears.

You both heard and felt a door opening, and that was when you realized that you were in a car. Your forehead was resting on the steering wheel, and a hand slid in between them, gently pushing your head back. The voices around you were mixing together to the point where none of them were distinguishable. A hand was on your face, and lips were at your ear, calling your name.

“Get her out!”

The loud shrieking voice was so familiar, and as you blinked, you recognized it as Sarah.

“No, no, no, something might be broken.”

Pope.

A finger opened your eyes one at a time, and you groaned.

“Y/N, can you hear me? Does anything feel broken?”

You shook your head and winced at the action. Nothing felt broken, but something definitely felt sore.

“Okay,” the voice breathed. “Hang on.”

A hand unbuckled your seatbelt, and you had trouble sitting up as they pulled you out of the seat. As soon as your feet touched the ground, you crumbled, and you would’ve hit it completely if it weren’t for familiar arms. JJ’s worried face hovered above yours, blue eyes wide as he leaned you against the car.

“Get her keys out,” Kie told someone.

You reached up and touched your head, frowning at the wetness you felt.

“We need to call an ambulance or something,” Sarah shakily said.

“…so she can spend a night in jail for a DUI?” JJ wondered.

“We don’t have to say she was driving,” she argued. “She could have a concussion.”

“Shoupe’s not stupid,” John B. whispered. “…but someone does need to make sure she’s okay.”

You wanted to tell them to stop talking about you like you weren’t there, but you couldn’t get your lips to move. You couldn’t get your head to stay up, and it lolled, grazing JJ’s shoulder. While the other four argued amongst themselves, JJ lightly tapped your face.

“You have to stay awake,” he whispered. “Baby, you have to stay awake.”

You thought you said something, but it came out an incoherent mess.

“Your cousin!”

JJ paused before you felt him relax.

“Yeah, we can take her to Ricky,” he said, the relief in his voice evident.

JJ sat you down, and you finally kept your eyes open. You realized that you were at John B.’s house, and you turned your head to stare at your car against a tree. Your eyes watered, and past the alcohol buzzed brain, you remembered climbing into the car crying and panicked. A tear escaped just as JJ took your chin into his hand.

“What is wrong with you?” he demanded, the others none the wiser to this conversation as they were by Kie’s car by now. “You could’ve killed someone.”

You swallowed.

“You could’ve killed yourself.”

You didn’t remember ever seeing JJ so angry, and more tears fell.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled.

His eyebrows rose.

“You’re so drunk you can barely walk, and you’re sorry? I thought you might’ve been dead.”

You blinked, looking past him.

Today had been a good day, surprise filling you at the desire to go home. It definitely wasn’t to see your parents, but to get some more things. Everything had been fine. Your parents hadn’t even been home, and it was so easy to get in and out without incident.

Then you’d walked outside and came face to face with a familiar truck.

You hadn’t even asked Rafe how he knew you were home. You didn’t want to know the answer. His apologies had fallen on deaf ears as you hurried to just get to your car.

“Stop and talk to me,” Rafe had screamed, grabbing your arm.

You had screamed back, shoving him away.

“Don’t you get that I want nothing to do with you? Leave me alone.”

“Your mom said you’ve barely been home in months,” he sneered as you put your stuff in your car. “Down on The Cut?”

“That is none of your business,” you threw over your shoulder.

“Are you with JJ, now? Hmm?”

You ignored him, getting into your car, but Rafe had prevented you from closing your door. You had yanked on it with tearful eyes, and Rafe glared at you.

“The only reason I’m not dragging you into my truck, right now is because of all your lovely neighbors,” he had told you, leaning in. “…but do not think for one second that you’re done with me.”

He had slammed your door closed for you, almost taking your hand off, and you sat in the car when he drove away. You couldn’t even remember how long you had sat in your car, crying and hating him for making you feel so helpless and scared once again.

You had consumed so much from your dad’s bar that you didn’t even remember getting behind the wheel. Let alone driving to The Cut.

After Ricky had looked you over and decided that you only had a small concussion, you had leaned against JJ in the back of Kie’s car. He hadn’t said much to you since he chewed you out, and you supposed that you couldn’t blame him. Sarah and Pope had helped you inside, keeping your body upright and guiding you.

When Sarah settled you down on John B.’s bed, she sighed.

“What’s going on with you?” she quietly wondered.

“Nothing,” you lied with a shrug. “I just had too much to drink.”

She was frowning, and you spoke again.

“Where’s JJ?”

Sarah’s face fell, and she bit her lip.

“You know that you can talk to me too…”

Her voice was quiet, and you swallowed, looking towards the ceiling.

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

You felt bad, but you didn’t think you’d ever be able to tell her what Rafe did. He was her brother, after all, and even though their relationship was rocky, she still loved him. He still meant something to her, and you didn’t know if you could muster the courage to be the one to break that.

Sarah stared at you for a while before nodding. She squeezed your arm before walking out. You could hear her talking to JJ, and when he walked in, your eyes were apologetic. By the look on his face, he was still mad at you, but he still came to sit beside you.

“I ran into Rafe when I went home,” you told him.

His entire visage shifted, and he shuffled closer, hand resting on your forehead.

“What?” he breathed.

“He…he’s never going to leave me alone, and… I can’t hide out here forever,” you whispered.

JJ leaned over you, stroking your face. He looked angry enough for the both of you, and more tears fell.

“Did he touch you?”

Your silence was answer enough, and you watched JJ’s jaw clench.

“I hate him,” you cried, and JJ pulled your head into his lap. “I hate him so much.”

JJ’s fingers danced over your face, and your eyes rested on the necklace around his neck, fighting to stay awake.

“I told my mom that I’ve been staying at Kie’s,” you told him, smiling into the kiss.

Your legs were wrapped around him, chest arching up into his. His skin was warm against yours, your shirts tossed somewhere you didn’t even care to remember. Months of stolen kisses and hidden moments had finally led to the inevitable, and you were eager to feel him inside of you.

“I doubt she believes you.”

You pulled back, frowning at him, and there was a small smirk on his pink lips.

“First of all, you’re the worst liar,” JJ laughed. “…and…I’m pretty sure she hears me sneaking in your window.”

You pressed your lips together. JJ reached up to play with the necklace around your neck, brushing over the shark tooth.

“She definitely knows its me you come to see.”

With your life getting somewhat back to normal, JJ didn’t like you being on Figure 8 without him much. He spent more days in your room than you’d care to admit, and the time you used to spend getting drunk were spent hanging out with JJ. If you weren’t talking then you were helping him work on his bike or he was pressing the most delicate kisses over your face.

At some point, it became clear between the both of you that this wasn’t some casual fling. Your feelings for him had never been casual to begin with, but you’d been prepared to get any part of him that you could. You had accepted that this whole thing might not amount to anything, and as much as it hurt to think about, it was better than not having JJ, at all.

Somewhere along the way though, JJ stopped acting like a friend who you’d occasionally kiss sometimes and more like a boyfriend. He started sleeping in his bed with you instead of on the couch. He’d stand behind you, arms around you as you attempted to make something to eat. Sometimes you’d just catch him staring at you, not saying anything at all, and when you’d ask him what was wrong, he’d just shake his head.

If you had any doubt before, it was gone the day he took off his black shark tooth necklace and put it on you instead.

“You’re always staring at it,” he’d told you when you asked why. “So, I want you to have it instead.”

“Thanks,” you had murmured, unsure of what else to say as you touched it. “…but you don’t have to. It’s yours. You’re always wearing it, so it means a lot and-.”

“…and you mean a lot to me.”

You swallowed the rest of your words at that, eyes widening.

“And I want you to wear it.”

He hadn’t said it in plain words then, but it was clear between you both what you were to him. Even if no one else knew.

As he kissed along your throat, you thought about just being open about your relationship. You knew your friends would support you both, and it would make everything so much easier. No more sneaking around, no more lies, and no more fear of being found out. However, you were a coward.

You tried to call it anything but what it was, but it was the truth.

Rafe terrified you beyond belief, and he was so unhinged that you didn’t know what he’d do if he found out you and JJ were dating. Not to mention, your mom’s disapproval was always enough to make you shrink in on yourself. Your parents would be furious, and despite the fact that you were eighteen, you just didn’t have what it took to stand up to her.

Goosebumps erupted over your flesh as JJ’s fingers ghosted over you, and you sighed when he nipped at your skin. You’d been too drunk to even remember your first time, and it was something you always regretted, but was relieved about in the same breath. Not remembering made it easier to pretend like JJ was your first. You would rather it had been him anyway.

“JJ.”

He hummed, climbing back up your body. He kissed you, touching his lips to your chin as you spoke.

“I told you that I wasn’t a virgin…”

His eyes met yours, and his expression softened.

“If you are, it’s okay. You didn’t have to-.”

“I didn’t lie,” you told him. “…but I don’t really remember it.”

He looked worried, now.

“It was with some Kook, and we were both really drunk,” you admitted. “Sometimes I wish that I had waited, but sometimes I’m glad that I can’t really remember.”

JJ touched your face, a comforting smile on his lips.

“Well…I’ll make sure you remember this time.”

You returned his smile, kissing him.

Sex with JJ was fun. It wasn’t that you thought you wouldn’t enjoy it, but you didn’t expect it to be so fun. Sometimes you’d find yourself laughing at the way his fingers danced over your sides, but then you’d immediately whimper at the feel of him thrusting into you. He held you so tight that it was a wonder you didn’t break, and he loved to watch you squirm, thumb brushing over you while stretching you out.

His breathing was heavy in your ear, blond hair brushing your skin, and he held you against him. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, ankles hooked behind his back, and your nails scraped along his sheets. You both had just come back from a swim, and the salt of the ocean rested on his skin whenever you tasted him.

Time didn’t mean anything to either of you, finding yourself in his lap and pushing yourself down onto him. He kept his lips at your throat, kissing you and trailing his hands over your back. You were so hot, but you didn’t even care, just wanting to be as close to him as possible. The shark tooth was cool against your skin, and you twisted your hand into JJ’s fair locks.

When you came around him for a second time, your face was buried into the crook of his neck. You shook in his arms, holding onto him tight as you told him how much you loved him. JJ shuddered in your arms at the sound, pulling you into a kiss as he told you the same.

You were startled by a tap on your window, whipping around and holding your towel to you tight. You visibly relaxed when you faced JJ, and you hurried to slide your window up, helping him inside. As you did, something caught your attention, and your throat went dry at the sight of the ugly bruising on his arm.

“JJ…”

Your voice was small, and JJ’s gaze followed yours before he casually waved you off. He pulled you into a kiss before you could say anything else, your face in his hands. When he pulled away, he brushed past you, and you worriedly eyed him.

“I had to see you,” he told you.

His voice sounded off, and you slowly approached him.

“You know you can come by and see me anytime.”

He nodded, sitting on your bed. You both were quiet for a while, you watching him and JJ watching his feet.

“My dad found some of your clothes,” he finally admitted. “He knows you’ve been staying over a lot.”

You knew all about JJ’s dad, and you had a sinking feeling in your stomach at his words.

“Was he mad?”

Your boyfriend chuckled to himself, and it lacked humor.

“You could say that.”

Your chest heaved a bit, and you swallowed before finally kneeling before him.

“Let me see,” you said, reaching for his shirt.

“Y/N, no, it’s fine,” he argued, stopping you.

Your eyes met his, and yours were tearful. His were pleading.

“Why won’t you let me see?”

JJ sighed, taking your hands into his.

“…because I don’t want you to see that.”

Your heart broke, and as much as you wanted to fight him on it, you also wanted to respect his decision.

“You can stay here,” you said, changing the subject as you stood. “You have some things here anyway.”

You went to one of your drawers, pulling out a t-shirt he’d left over. You looked around, certain that there were some boxer shorts too.

“You should take a shower,” you told him, handing him his clothes.

He quietly took them, but before you could step away, he wrapped his arms around you, resting his head against your stomach. He was so quiet, and you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Come with me?” he mumbled.

You were literally still in your towel from your own shower, but you knew that he didn’t just want you in there with him. He needed you at his side, right now. You pulled him to his feet, walking him to your bathroom. You made sure that your bedroom door was locked before finally joining him in the shower.

When he faced you, you paused, sharply inhaling at the sight of fresh bruises on his torso. Your mouth parted, and your eyes watered, and JJ was the one trying to comfort you.

“I’m okay,” he reassured you. “Nothing I haven’t delt with before.”

“That doesn’t make it okay,” you choked out.

You had never had the urge to kill before, the closest thing being Rafe, but in this moment, you were sure you could dump JJ’s dad’s body in the ocean and not even blink. JJ pressed his lips to yours, and you weakly kissed him back.

You were sure that JJ’s favorite thing to do with you was shower together. He’d drunkenly told you once that he thought it was more intimate than sex. Then you had laughed at JJ saying the word ‘intimate’. He liked cleaning you and rubbing soap into your skin and drying you off like a cat afterwards. As you gently brushed soap over his bruised skin, you couldn’t pull your eyes away.

Before he could stop you, you leaned in and pressed your lips to the bruises. JJ flinched, but when you started to pull away, afraid that you had hurt him, he stopped you. You looked up, smiling at him as he touched your hair. When you were both done, JJ grabbed a towel that was big enough to be wrapped around both of you, giggling into his skin as he shuffled you both into your room.

You pulled on one of your old shirts, stopping him before he could do the same.

“I should put something on that,” you told him.

JJ quietly protested, but you ignored him. The smile he gave you was sweet, and he rolled his eyes, taking a deep breath and only wincing a bit when you rubbed some cream into his skin.

“I’ll kill him if you ask me to,” you murmured, glancing up at him.

“I would never ask you to,” he replied. “Just like I know you’d never ask me to kill Rafe.”

You pursed your lips at that, loathed to admit it. When JJ put his shirt on, you climbed into bed with him, turning off your lamp. You were cautious about laying on him, opting to face him instead. You always felt so much safer when JJ was around, paranoid that with him absent, Rafe would just climb through your window one night. You had no doubt that he would if he ever found out about you and JJ.

As if he read your mind, JJ finally spoke in the darkness.

“When are we going to tell everyone?”

It was a topic that had been brought up before, and it made your chest ache every time. JJ wanted to tell the world that you were his, and while you definitely wanted the same, he didn’t know that Rafe had threatened him and whatever relationship you had with him. You weren’t strong enough to stand up to your former best friend.

Nor your parents.

You knew they wouldn’t approve of JJ, and until you grew the balls to tell your mom to go fuck herself, you didn’t see the point in putting JJ through that.

“JJ…we’ve talked about that.”

He knew about some of your concerns coupled with a few lies.

“They won’t care,” he reassured you.

“I know they won’t,” you told him, referring to your friends. “…but I’m just really scared about making things weird.”

“Kie and Pope are dating.”

“…but we all saw that coming from a mile away. A year ago, everyone was convinced that you hated me.”

JJ chuckled at that, but it was the truth. Even John B. had commented on how JJ hadn’t quite taken to you, and you had never imagined a day where JJ would actually be your friend, let alone your boyfriend. JJ was a great boyfriend, and you didn’t want to lose him. Whether that be through your own inability to stand up to your parents…or Rafe.

“I’m happy with how things are, right now.”

It wasn’t the whole truth, and on some level, you were sure that JJ sensed that.

Your chest was heavy as you trekked across the beach, your surfboard under your arm. The wind was picking up around you, but you paid it no mind, too focused on JJ and your last conversation with him. Your vision was blurry from your tears, and seeing as JJ made it clear he didn’t want to talk to you, you took it upon yourself to get your mind off of it.

It wasn’t like you had anyone to blame but yourself.

JJ was perfectly reasonable in asking to tell everyone about you two…and he was just as reasonable in not putting faith into your excuses.

“If you care about me as much as you say you do, then you’d believe that nothing about us could make anything weird with the group.”

It hurt to hear him say that, but he wasn’t wrong.

“You’re right,” you had told him. “You are, but…that’s not the only reason I’m not ready yet.”

Your parents had left on a cruise only a day ago, and you should’ve known that something was up when JJ didn’t even want to come inside, preferring to talk on your steps.

“What? Is it Rafe?”

You didn’t respond, and he continued.

“Did he say something else to you? Is he threatening you?” he demanded, and you could tell by the look on his face that if you confirmed that, he wouldn’t hesitate to track the asshole down.

You wanted both you and JJ to stay as far away from Rafe as possible. You didn’t want to give him a reason to get into another fight with your former friend.

“No,” you lied. “I-.”

“Then what?”

You pressed your lips together.

“Is it your parents?”

“JJ…”

“Are you ashamed of me?”

The question took you by surprise, and you blinked.

“What? No!”

“Are you sure that’s not it?”

“Why would you even think that?”

Now you found yourself getting more angry than sad, hurt that JJ would even think that of you. He spread his arms out, expectantly looking at you.

“What else am I supposed to think? Seeing each other in secret was fun at first when we didn’t even know what this was yet, but I love you, and you don’t even wanna tell our friends about us.”

You didn’t want it getting back to Rafe.

“I just need more time,” you weakly said, and JJ frowned.

“It’s been months…almost a year,” he quietly argued.

“I know that, but-.”

“But what? I have a girlfriend that I can even act like a boyfriend with in public,” he said more to himself.

The chuckle he let out lacked humor, and you stepped closer to him.

“Was I wrong about you?”

Your heart dropped.

“I thought you were one of us,” he said. “…and I thought you thought that too, but maybe you still see yourself as that Kook princess who really does belong on this side of the island with a boyfriend that her parents will approve of.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that, and you looked away, blinking back tears.

“Is that what you think of me?”

Your eyes had met his again, and you couldn’t tell what JJ was really thinking.

“I don’t know what to think, and you’re giving me nothing to go on, right now. Nada.”

“That’s not true…”

“Then what’s stopping you? Why am I standing here and begging my girlfriend to not sneak around with me anymore?”

When you didn’t answer, JJ shook his head, rolling his eyes. He shoved his hands into his pocket, and you walked towards him as he back up.

“When you are ready to tell people about us, whenever that is, let me know.”

“JJ,” you sighed, tilting your head, but he ignored you.

“Until then…”

Your face fell when he turned his back on you, and you followed him, calling his name. He didn’t turn around once, and with Rafe in the back of your mind, you knew you couldn’t give him the answer he wanted, right now. You watched JJ walk away, and as much as you wanted to force him to stay, his hurt had been obvious. Deciding to give him time to cool off, and give yourself time to really think about things, you had forced yourself to go back inside.

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[pocarinapyon]

Jealousy-Jealousy: A New Banner version A1 (Albedo, Childe, Venti, Zhongli)

The Wanderer's banner is just around the corner and the excited you couldn't help but rave about how cool he is. Naturally, you pre-farmed his materials and even spent moolah for a five-star weapon, claiming Scaramouche - now The Wanderer - deserves only the best of best (Meaning: four star weapons and artifacts are not allowed!! And let's not get started on the artifact stats! 😡).

Inside the world of Genshin, your bond ten boys couldn't help but feel jealous. The flames of jealousy fueled further when you used them to grind for Scaramouche's items. How sickening was it to think that they have become stepping stones of your new favourite character?

The boys decided. When they materialize in your world, they will make sure to mark you and to indulge in their sinful fantasies of you. You are theirs and only theirs, after all. But they need to be oh-so-careful not to wake you up...because when you do, they will be pulled back into Teyvat immediately. 🥲

Contents include [a brief scene introduction], [the actual chilis], and [after you wake up].

Starring : Albedo, Childe, Venti, Zhongli (Separate)

Tags / Warnings : 🌶️🌶️ [Chilis] Seggs; Scattered cuss words; Implied rape; Petnames (if it bothers you); Somnophilia; Creampie; Desire to impregnate; The boys being possessive; Oral sex (receiver: Venti, you); Fingering; Masturbating (Venti, you, Albedo); The old men making you masturbate about them, lol!; Childe is hesitant at first 😅; Childe almost got pulled back into Teyvat from being too rough on you; Zhongli losing his composure and fucking you in your dreams 👀⁉️; I might have given Zhongli a non-canonical ability; Zhongli's scene is the only one where you are actively responsive so there are many lines; Exhibitionism...sort of (Zhongli); Uncharacteristic Zhongli; Zhongli asking to be called Morax; A bit rushed on the last two scenes; Albedo's first orgasm; Albedo feeding you a potion and cum; Uncharacteristic Albedo; Kisses!; Schediaphilia, of course; etc.; 👑/🖥️ [SAGAU/(Reverse) Isekai]; Based on the SAGAU/Reverse Isekai concept linked below but with chilis...in this case, you are not aware the boys can materialize in your room when you are asleep;

In addition to above, I don't have anyone to beta this so there might be some minor typos and/or grammatical errors..... Minor, hopefully.

Future Plan : Version A2 Albedo, Childe, Venti, Zhongli (GangB.)

Links : Pinned Post, SAGAU/Reverse Isekai concept, Venti requesting to make a smut fic about him

Target audience is female (bodied) reader.

To whoever is reading, please enjoy.

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!! Venti

Venti smiled at you gently as he strummed the strings of his lyre. His demeanour may look calm on the outside but malicious ideas stormed on the inside. As he watched you sleeping soundly, all he could think about was this moment might be his last. After all, he knew you would immediately use The Wanderer the moment you pull him.

Venti regretted all the times he spent merely watching you. Had he not been meek, in fear of waking you up, he could have felt your body more. Tonight, he was determined things would be different. He would take advantage of your vulnerable form and ravish you to his heart's content. And if you ever start to wake up, he would lull you to back sleep.

Your lips had always captivated Venti. Whenever you played Genshin Impact and smiled at him, claiming his was contagious, he was secretly filled with gladness. And your voice. No bard or songstress could ever compare to your angelic voice. No, not even himself. A simple hum from you could soothe even the most broken of souls.

A broken soul such as himself.

Venti made his way towards you, sitting on your pillow to inspect you closer. A cheeky smile flashed his lips. He had always loved your scent but now, it drove him to lust over you.

"Ehe~ [your name], you are so fragrant. Did you prepare yourself just for me?"

He lovingly caressed your hair as he made his way to remove his lower garments using his vacant hand. Finally, he freed his erected cock from its restraints and slowly, he pumped his shaft up and down to coat his erection with pre-cum.

"Ah, look, my angel! I'm so hard for you right now," Venti chortled in a hushed volume. He slid his hand from your hair to your cheeks while pleasuring himself. "Do you want to have a taste?"

Venti carefully parted your lips and inched himself closer to your entrance. Soon as the tip of his erection touched your lips, excitement coursed through his body, making him chuckle and shudder. He then pushed his way past your delicate lips, relishing the way your teeth grazed his eager cock.

His manhood started to violate your mouth in a leisurely pace, as if following a rhythm in swaying his hips back and forth. But such a laggard pace couldn't satisfy him forever. Soon, his sluggish speed gained haste until he was biting his lips in pleasure.

"My muse, your mouth looks so pretty stuffed with my cock~!" Venti, enjoying your small wet cavern to please himself, stuggled to choke out.

Venti lost himself and used your mouth like a rabbit in heat, moaning your name loudly as if performing a song of praise dedicated to you.

"C - close...! My muse, I am so close...!" was all Venti could grunt before sheathing himself fully and releasing deep down your throat.

Cumming inside felt out of this world. And the thought of doing such an immoral act to you in secret added to the euphoric sensation Venti felt.

But then he realized he might have done something he shouldn't have. He immediately unobstructed your mouth and hurriedly glanced at you to check if he disturbed your slumber. To his delightful surprise, you remained sound asleep. And to add to his satisfaction, with his trained ears, he started to hear you moan.

You liked it.

In light touches, he trailed his fingers on your lips, down to your neck; your chest; your tummy; until finally he reached the delicate flower between your legs.

"How naughty! You're so wet for me, my pretty flower," Venti commented while pressing two fingers against the moist fabric covering your crotch. "It's unfair if I'm the only one who gets to enjoy this, right?"

Moving the offending cloth aside, Venti gave your sensitive clit a hard press of his thumb before placing two fingers inside your weeping hole. He then motioned his fingers in and out of your warmth. Love juice sloshed out of your defenseless pussy as he continued his profane violation. The more Venti moved his fingers, the more he was blessed with your sweet honey and erotic sound. Sadly, he could only hear so much as hushed sighs and whimpers.

"My muse, if only I could hear more of your angelic voice," in a wishful tone, hoping to have you screaming his name, Venti sighed as he removed himself inside of you and licked the cream off his fingers. "Ah! You taste better than wine!"

With a devilish smile, Venti positioned himself between your legs. He gave your womanhood a whiff and took the chance to lick the love juice glistening your slit before peering at your sleeping face.

"I'd like to have more, please!" Venti excitedly exclaimed before slurping your honey like a man parched for days.

Dazed. You knew you were awake but all your mind thought of was the almost realistic dream you had. Your lonely womanhood ached and yearned for Venti to fuck you.

Venti, the Anemo Archon of Mondstadt in the game called Genshin Impact.

Venti, your bond ten crowd control cutie.

Venti, a fictional character.

You sighed, glancing at the bard doing his idle animation behind the screen. After strumming his lyre, he returned your gaze with beautiful doe eyes and a charming smile.

"Why am I so horny today...?" with a click of your tongue you complained yet your body instinctively removed your lower garments. "This is your fault, Venti," you accused playfully.

Without much care, you began to touch yourself, unintentionally moaning Venti's name, as you stared at his innocent smile - not knowing he, too, could see you behind the screen.

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!! Childe

A challenge. Fucking you rough without waking you up was a challenge Childe eagerly wanted to accomplish. Will his kiss wake you? How hard can he bite your neck and nipples? What will happen if he cums deep inside your pussy? While his mind raced with lascivious thoughts, he suddenly found himself beside you in bed. Watching how serene you looked made him think twice.

"You know, this isn't how I wanted to make love with you," tracing the features of your face, Childe whispered laced with guilt.

Yes, he felt ashamed as he knew this was immoral. In his mind, sex was supposed to be consensual. It was an act of expressing your passion towards your partner. It was something lovers should do together - meaning both of you should be awake.

"But I don't really have a choice, do I? Because we can't touch each other when you're awake. That's why I needed to do this," Childe justified before giving your lips a modest peck.

He scooted towards you and engulfed you in a warm embrace. Like a loving husband, holding you in his arms was something he had done multiple times. Tonight, he would do more than a mere hug.

But should he really do this?

Yes.

Childe gently placed his hand on your cheek and steered your head towards his. He gave you a sweet kiss before biting your lower lip to test the waters. Seeing you still in dreamland encouraged him to indulge in a wet passionate kiss. He licked your lips and pushed his way inside your mouth to explore your small cavern, lustfully moaning as he felt blood rushing down his crotch.

After thoroughly exploring your mouth, he went lower and suckled the flesh of your exposed neck, eliciting a soft whimper from you. Childe's eyes dilated in surprise. Knowing your body felt pleasure despite in slumber made his cock harder. Thus, he littered your neck and shoulder with nips, licks, and open mouth kisses while his hands roamed to caress your sides and touch your breasts.

Going lower, he squeezed your lady lumps and kneaded them in his hands. Your nipples were already erected. With his fingers he began to pinch and pull your sensitive nub, earning him another lewd sound from you.

Childe couldn't take it anymore. His pants were getting too tight around him. He decided to discard his and your clothing and went between your legs to coat his now free cock with your slick. Another whimper escaped your lips, prompting Childe to insert the tip of his manhood inside of you.

Archons, just the tip gave him much ecstasy! What more if he pushed himself all the way inside your wet and tight little pussy? The excitement urged Childe to ram himself in a swift push until he was bottomed out, making your velvet walls squeeze around his cock. The feeling of you choking him drove him wild and with you still asleep, he assumed he could continue.

He motioned his hips at a moderate pace. Your accommodating womanhood just felt too good that he wanted to last longer. As he kept violating your exposed pussy, he noticed you getting tighter around him. It challenged him to make you cum first before he does so he rocked his hips faster, rubbing his cock in and out of you to massage your lewd warmth. He then bottomed out and while his erection was deep inside, he motioned himself to loosen your gummy walls.

Childe's continuous assault on your poor body finally made you cum. But he couldn't care about winning his one-sided challenge as he was focused on reaching his own high. His cock went in and out of you at an animalistic pace that he could feel Teyvat pulling him back from your world, a sign that you were about to wake up.

"Ah...! Fuck, not yet, sweetie! I want to finish inside you!" Childe gritted as he continued to fuck you rough.

"Nnh...Childe...," you groggily responded along with soft moans.

"Yeah, you want this, yeah? You want my cum? Do you want me to cum inside you and have my baby?" Childe, lost in pleasure, incoherently babbled yet all he received in return were sleepy moans.

You were half asleep and he was going to dematerialize. He felt it. The only thing keeping him in your world was his determination to fill your womb with his seeds.

Just a little more. Just a little bit more.

"FUCK!! [Your name], take it!" Childe exclaimed as he spilled his cum deep inside your hole, making your wanton pussy reciprocate and cum as well.

The first thing you felt the moment you woke up was soreness all over. When you tried to feel yourself, you realized something was amiss. Was the dream you had about Childe pistoning your pussy real? Of course it wasn't. How would your bond ten Genshin hubby fuck you in real life? Nevertheless, you quickly sprang up from bed and dashed to inspect yourself in the mirror. Horror washed over your face as you found yourself littered with hickeys and love marks.

Did someone break into your room? But the door was locked and surely the perpetrator couldn't use the windows.

Was this because of the wet dream you had? That would explain why your pussy leaked but it couldn't explain why you had marks all over.

Did a supernatural being fuck you? No. Just no.

So what...happened to you?

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!! Zhongli

Eyes closed and arms folded, Zhongli couldn't decide how to make you his. He wanted to ravish you until you were marked with his love. But after you wake up, what will happen to the both of you?

And that was the biggest obstacle at hand - he couldn't risk waking you up.

Zhongli had many tricks up his sleeve, one of which was to enter your consciousness so he could frolic and take control as he pleases. Another one was to shift into his Draconian form - something he should save for later. For now, Zhongli thus entered your consciousness to find you dreaming about having an afternoon break in your favourite diner / cafe. Walking past the faceless people, the ex Archon approached you as you began to take bites of your favourite dish.

"Good day to you, my dear [your name]. It is truly pleasant to see you here," Zhongli politely greeted.

"Hello, Mister Zhongli!" you responded, albeit in a dream. "Do you want to join me eat?"

"Of course, that would be lovely," Zhongli smiled as he took the seat in front of you.

Zhongli was a strategic man, allowing you to indulge in your meal while he learned more of your preferences, and enjoying each other's company to ensure your bond with him was strong. He was strategic yet his draconic instincts made him impatient. He itched to pin you on the table then and there to fuck you from behind.

Not now, thus he restrained himself.

"My dear, are you content with your meal?"

"Hm? Yes, I am!" you replied and proceeded to gush how the food and the place became your favourite.

Zhongli only smiled at you with eyes clouded in mischief and darkness. After you have finished your speech, he stood up, earning him a question look from you. The handsome man then hoisted you up and wordlessly tore your clothes, exposing your body for everyone in the shop to see.

"W - what...?! Zhongli?!!" you exclaimed in embarrassment, shielding your delicate parts with your hands from watchful eyes.

"Apologies, my dear. It is mandatory for me to let everyone know to whom you belong to," Zhongli declared, gripping your hands away to observe your gorgeous body. His eyes glowed golden as your beauty made the blood rushed in his cock.

With ease, Zhongli flipped you so your back was leaning on his toned chest, your hands still in his strong grasp. Everyone in the store can surely see your naked body and try as you might, you could not protect yourself. Your captor then took a whiff on your neck, sensing lust from you.

"My dear, you must be honest with your body. Do you truly wish me to stop?" Zhongli questioned before nibbling on your neck and shoulders.

"Not here, please...! Zhongli, everyone is watching," you begged, whimpering from being exposed.

"Of course. The people of Liyue should know who their Archon chooses to mate, no?" Zhongli reasoned as he bent your body forward, making you believe you were indeed in the Land of Contracts.

"Wait, wait! Zhongli - !"

"Morax," was all Zhongli said before pushing his draconic penis inside your unprepared pussy.

"Oh - oh my gosh!"

Your eyes rolled back as Zhongli filled your hole halfway his erected cock. You then felt his rather calloused hands grip your hips only to realize it wasn't callous but rather scales.

Zhongli pressed himself deeper until his cock kissed the entrance of your cervix, making you hiss in pain and pleasure. He then began to thrust his hips back and forth to loosen your tight gummy walls.

"A - ah...! Big...! Too big! Lord Morax, please, have mercy...!"

"Oh? But you are taking me in so well."

The people began to crowd to watch your live show, praising how their Archon's chosen wife looked glorious. They even cheered as the Archon began to speed up his pistoning while you began to drool in ecstasy.

"My dear, even your subjects could see how much you love this."

And it was true. Zhongli's monster cock surprisingly felt good splitting you apart.

With Zhongli's incredible strength, he changed your position and lifted your body up to clip your legs so it hanged beside your head. Your stretched leaking cunt abused by Zhongli's gigantic cock was displayed so everyone could see the beauty of their Archon's lovemaking.

"Now, my love," Zhongli calmly said eventhough he was pumping you so much. "Let everyone in Liyue witness as I fill you with my seeds."

With that, Zhongli pulled your body down to push his cock deeper into you. He gritted his teeth as the knot of his cock entered your sloppy cunt, making you feel fuller than ever. He then spurted generous amount of cum inside you, making your eyes roll back and your tongue loll out. Zhongli made sure no seeds of his would be wasted.

After a few minutes of ensuring his seeds stayed inside, Zhongli lifted you up to unplug his knot. Your heaving ceased as finally, you could relax.

"My dear, surely you don't think we're already finished?"

"Morax...more, please...," you cried weakly.

It slowly dawned on you that the delicious sex you had with the Geo Archon was just a dream. Albeit refusing to wake, you forced yourself to open your eyes and turned your head to look at Genshin Impact where Zhongli reminisced about Osmanthus wine. You chuckled and shook your head.

What the fuck were you thinking?

"Mister Zhongli, you're a sexy man, aren't you?" you remarked, watching Zhongli slowly face the screen after his idle animation. "I wonder how it feels to have your draconic cock inside of me...?" you fantasized as your hands made its way to rub your wet pussy, forcing Zhongli to watch but unable to react.

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!! Albedo

Albedo was curious. Of course, initially, he was devastated to think he would one day be replaced with someone else. It was inevitable as new characters were continuously added in the roster. But the selfish idea of keeping you as his own led his thoughts to wander deeper into depravity. What would happen if he acted on his libido? How would kissing you feel like? Were you sensitive? Which areas should he mark? If given the chance, would you like to touch him too? These were some of the questions he wished to know.

Albedo got lost in his thoughts that he soon realized time was of the essence. Instead of fantasizing, he should be acting on his desires. So he took out a small vial containing pink liquid from his pocket and carefully fed you the formula.

How will your slumbering body react?

Albedo then began his experiment on your helpless form. First, he grazed his fingers on your inner thighs. He noticed your body shiver ever so slightly to which he smiled. His touch then traveled to your hips, and finally found their way to caress your serene face.

"You truly are lovely, my princess," Albedo remarked.

He inched his face closer to inspect your features. Unknowingly, captivated by you, he pressed his lips against yours, staying still to bask in the peculiar tingly sensation he felt.

Perhaps this was the true meaning of love?

He then made his way to caress your body to which you reacted by shifting towards his touch.

"Fascinating. Do you want me to touch you here, my love?" Albedo asked as he rested his hand on your waist and drew small circles using his thumb.

Of course you wouldn't respond, yet he did not mind and instead smiled at you lovingly.

"My love, do you long for me as much as I long for you?"

He slid his hand down your warmth to gauge how wet you've become. Indeed you were wet despite Albedo's mild foreplay.

All thanks to the aphrodisiac he fed you.

He was glad the potion had no negative effects. He continued to explore your body while imagining all lascivious things he would do to you in the future.

In the future because he would not penetrate you today. Today was intended only for testing the effects of his mixture. Whatever fantasies he had should be put in the backlog as he should focus on his experiment. However, his hard genital trapped in tight garments had other plans. It had been hard for a while now, and it wanted to squeeze itself inside your warm velvet walls.

"My love, forgive me," Albedo apologetically said as he freed his eager cock leaking pre-cum. "You are truly hard to resist."

He the began to coat himself with his own lubricant before pumping his shaft eagerly. Who knew touching one's self was pleasurable?

The smell of sex wafted in the air as his hands tightened his hold. He envisioned your legs clipped on his shoulders while he thusted his manhood in and out of your sopping hole; your beautiful eyes teary from overstimulation; your voice hoarse from moaning and screaming.

Your voice.

His hands slowled down in speed to focus his ears on you. He might be wrong but he swore he heard you moaning softly in your sleep. What triggered this reaction? Whatever it was, he knew it wasn't his touch as he was busy pleasuring himself.

"Oh, princess. Do you take pleasure in knowing I long for you?" Albedo rhetorically asked. "Ah...! [Your name]...! My dear princess, I want to cum...!"

Close. Albedo eagerly squeezed his cock and felt his orgasm fast approaching, fueled by the vivid visuals of your body along with your lustful hums.

"A - ah...!" in one final pump, Albedo stiffled, unable to control himself and accidentally shooting his load on your face.

Albedo heaved as he tried to recover from his high. It was his first orgasm. Now seeing your beautiful face painted with his cum might make him ejaculate a second time. How he wanted to freeze time so he could cum on your face again and again.

But he was performing an experiment and this behaviour of his, distracted and unperceptive, was unfitting for a researcher. His failure to notice you squeezing your thighs and breathing heavily costed him to lose valuable data.

So what?

For a humonculus, Albedo found he was capable of cumming. He also found it was enough stimulation for him to watch you sleeping. It was even today that he learned the pleasure of touching one's self. In a way, this experiment bore fruit.

Despite the debate going on inside Albedo's mind, as if sentient on its own, his body moved to lick the white substance on your face. So this was what his cum tasted like?And instead of swallowing, he opened your mouth and shared his flavour with you in a sloppy kiss.

"Good girl," Albedo cooed.

Perhaps feeding you cum was another one of his newfound fetish.

Choosing depravity upon waking up was not new to you. However, choosing Albedo as the target of your early morning horny thoughts was a first. You took a peek at your game to see Albedo peering back at you with his lovely teal eyes.

"Good morning, Albedo," you said to which Albedo took his clipboard and began to doodle.

You chuckled to yourself. Were you seriously going to lewd the stoic Chief Alchemist?

No.

Is what you said but when you looked at Albedo, all you could think about was how you wanted him inside your pussy.

It couldn't be helped.

With Albedo in mind, you closed your eyes, spread your legs and began to tease your clit. The moment you peered at him, jolts of pleasure coursed through your body making you cum immediately.

"Ah - Albedo, shit...!" you squealed as your orgasm crashed down on you.

Well, that was quick. How horny were you exactly?

You sighed, coming down from your high. Who would have thought using Albedo as shlick material was effective? Meanwhile, behind the screen, Albedo wished you put on a longer show.

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Hello, it has been a while, hasn't it? I don't have my own PC with me so I'm writing via mobile. I must say it's quite difficult. 😅

And this thing right here was supposed to be BEFORE The Wanderer's banner. But... Poof!

I believe this is my first time writing smut for the balladeer (Not Scaramouche. Venti - because he claims he sings ballads thus he should be the rightful owner of the title "Balladeer"). Congratulations, Venti, you now have your own smut from me! 🤩

So why did I write for these four men? It's because they are my usual line-up! Although sometimes I use Kazuha instead of Venti.

Anyway.

To whoever read this, thank you for your time. Here, have some ripe apple. 🍎

Links : Pinned Post, SAGAU/Reverse Isekai concept, Venti requesting to make a smut fic about him

** Correction on Venti's header. I accidentally removed "!! V" from "!! Venti".

So... I tried to update this using Tumblr app but the spacing were removed!? 👀😡! So here I am, updating it via Android Google Chrome. 🥲 Sorry for the inconvenience.

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[angelaevangelion]

"Your Neighbors a vampire."

Choso X Reader

You get stuck in an elevator with Choso.

Warnings : A curse word. Implied suggestive themes. Mentions of blood. Enclosed in an unstable dark space.

Choso Banner by me

Red banners by ( @cafekitsune )

This is my submission for the @love-and-lore autumn self ship sweater event 🍂 which is being hosted by @meggsngrits and @kailali 💕

Featuring Vampire Choso 🤍 I hope all you Choso lovers enjoy this one ✨️ please check out all the other submissions too!

“Oh no no no no no.” You mumbled to yourself as you ran down the hallway passing numerous apartment doors. The clacking of your heels against the high gloss marble floor filling and bouncing off the archways of the corridors as you passed them. You weren’t going to make it as you watched the aged ornate gold elevator doors begin to beep while it slowly closed.

“Please! Wait!” You begged to whoever was already inside.

At the final moment a black boot stepped out, allowing you entry.

You exhaled in relief as you quickly stepped inside clutching your purse tightly and scanning the person waiting inside. Your eyes, for the first time setting on the brightest set of purple colored eyes you’ve ever seen. An immediate tell that this man was no ordinary human man. His black unruly hair falling slightly over those eyes and a unique mark crossing over the bridge of his nose. He smirked at you, his cocky side grin making you clench your jaw. But you already know who he is. It was non other than your handsome neighbor Choso.

You offer a weak smile to the tall elusive male, who looked not much older than you and quickly face forward staring at the large panel of buttons. You eyed the glowing buttons quickly before finding the one that takes you to the lobby. Pressing it impatiently hoping you’d get there faster. You realized your button was the only one that’d been pressed.

You coughed softly and turned to him. “Which floor?”

“Lobby’s fine, thank you doll.” Choso answered slowly, a undertone hiding in his voice that makes your skin crawl. It’s just like what you’ve heard about those who are beautiful creatures, even their voices are made to lure you.

You curtly nod. As the sound of his voice rings in your ears repeating the word over and over again. Doll...Doll...DOLL.

You shouldn’t be surprised with how naturally charming he already is from just a short interaction. You assume it’s how he managed to hold a rotation of the seemingly same women you could hear moaning his name in the dead of night while you tried your best to fall asleep. You could practically blame the guy for the amount of times you nearly woke up late from the lack of rest you’d been getting.

An awkward silence seemed to settle over the both of you as the elevator whirred it’s way down. You tapped your foot growing more and more impatient with each passing moment.

“Come on stupid old elevator.” You muttered as you pressed the lobby button several times over and over and over again. “Go faster.” You said as you saw the antique dial above the doors slowly move indicating you were barely passing the thirteenth floor.

Choso snickered behind you. Interrupting your thoughts.

“What?” You ask raising a brow.

“My apologies for being in here.”

You seem taken aback by that. But you realize what your impatience must look like. Being mistaken for fear or disgust of his kind. But it’s October, this is his month to be out without any fears. He has the right to be out just as any other person.

“I’m not scared of you, I’m just running late to work.” Thanks again to you. You can't help but to think. You go back to pressing the button. “Come. On.”

“I don’t think you can make it go faster.” Amusement from his tone making you roll your eyes.

“I know that!” You turned back to the button panel quickly ignoring him. “Hurry. Up!” You said as you jammed your finger into the lobby button, holding it down hard as it beeped endlessly.

Suddenly all the lights on the panel lit up brightly then began to flicker violently. You quickly let go but it didn’t stop the endless beep just as the antique chandelier above you slowly dimmed out and the elevator came to a loud screeching halt making the ground shift beneath your feet. You felt your stomach drop. As the silence settled.

“What the hell did you just do?” Choso asked.

“N-nothing! I didn’t do anything!” You stared back at him like a deer in headlights and taking a quick step away from the panel of buttons.

“I told you it wouldn’t go faster.” He said crossing his arms.

“I- I know! But I didn’t think it’d kill itself! I was just smashing a button!”

Choso narrowed his eyes at you. “Say that again but slower.”

You scoffed. "Whatever-"

The elevator interrupted your quarrel ringing out a loud sound of what you could only describe as engine failure.

You exhaled sharply, “Oh shit.” Sounding utterly terrified. Shifting your eyes around you to try to take in your surroundings with what little detail you could make out in the almost darkness.

“So...uhhh do you have any special powers?” You ask him as you look around for an escape feeling the sides of the elevator walls.

“Ahh so you wanna get to know me?” He asked grinning at you. From what you could tell.

You grimaced at him and snickered. “Tch No! I’m asking if it’ll help us get out of here.”

“Relax, I know that.” He leaned against the wall and held out his hand, palm up as you watched blood appear from seemingly nothing and causing a red glow to illuminate the elevator. At that you shrieked and slapped the odd floating blood away, splatting across the wall.

“What the hell!” Choso complained “You asked!” He growled baring his fangs at you.

“Conjuring yourself some blood isn’t gonna get us both out of here!” You argued, not backing down from his sudden outburst.

He exhales in annoyance. “Yah whatever. So not very helpful in this situation.” He looked at the ground. “What about you?” He asked.

You looked up at him before shifting your eyes away. “Ummmm I’m just a human, nothing supernatural.”

“So, your essentially a warmed up blood bag?” He asks.

“A what?” Is all you can respond with at this point as you puff out your cheeks as he laughs at you.

“I’m completely joking with you.” He says through his laughter.

"Well, im not warm now." You complain as you rub your arms a bit, realizing you forgot your sweater in your apartment. You wait a few beats before you speak again. “You are a vampire, yes?”

You think you see his jaw tense before he answers you. “Fledgling vampire. But yes, I am a vampire.”

He sees your expression surprisingly brighten at hearing that, which confuses him. It’s typically not the normal reaction he gets from humans.

You’ve never actually met a vampire or a fledgling, but they say fledgling vampires have much more restraint, and they can walk in the daytime. “Who turned you? Wait, how old are you?” You can't help but to ask. When you were younger, you had dreamed of one day being one. But here you are, still a human.

“You ask a lot of questions. And that’s incredibly personal.” He simply answers while pulling out his phone from inside his sweater pocket, eyeing it as the screen lights up his features. He holds it above his head before giving up. “Fuck. No service.” He sighs.

You suck in your breath sharply before digging yours out of your purse.

“Ha! Mines got service!”

“Great call the fire squ...-“ The vampire deadpans at you. Seeing you’re not calling anyone.

“What are you doing?” He asks, thoroughly confused.

“I’m not gonna get fired if I don’t die.” You quip as your fingers tap quickly on your screen. Choso watches in disbelief as you text what he assumes is your boss.

You roll your eyes at Gojo’s text.

“Okay, let me just...” You begin to say as you dial the emergency number holding it up to your ear.

All you get is silence. “What the heck.” You breathe as you check your phone. Realizing it died. You gasp in horror and look up at Choso apologetically.

He shakes his head at you in utter disbelief. The buns in his hair shaking.

“Y- You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. You know you have your priorities backwards, you must know that, right?” He says throwing his hands up in defeat as he laughs at the ridiculousness.

You let your back press up against the cold elevator wall. Banging your head lightly a couple times. “What do we do now?” You ask.

Choso pushes himself off his side of the elevator and walks the small distance to you. Leaning next to you. A bit too close for your comfort. “Wait. I guess...Shouldn’t be long before someone notices.” He shrugs his shoulders. His voice suddenly coming off too casual for the situation you are both in.

You groan and let your eyes close a moment. Your other senses taking over. His coldness was radiating off him and freezing your left side without him even touching you. You suspect it’s due to him being a vampire.

Choso is the first to break the silence between you. “I’m Choso, I live in 103.”

“Yah I know.” You respond a little too quickly.

“You do?” He says, letting his crooked smirk spread on his face.

“Yeah...I live in 102”

“You’re kidding...You’re 102?” Not hiding the shock in his voice he runs his hand through his unruly black hair. As he looks you up and down.

Your feelings betray you, slightly offended that he doesn’t already know who you are. Your curiosity piques as to why he seems so shocked.

“Y-yah? What of it?” You ask, feeling betrayed by your own wavering voice.

“Ohhhh nothing.” Choso teases, putting his hands in the pockets of his pants.

You narrow your eyes at him.

“What do you mean nothing?” You cross your arms and drop the side of your hip.

He chuckles softly at your panicked tone. “Don’t worry about it doll.” Smiling, more to himself than you as he can finally put a face to the sound of your voice. Always reading out loud in the early hours of your weekend in your room adjacent to his. Or the way you get excited and yell while you’re playing one of your video games or when you’re singing while you shower. He cursed his hearing sensitivity. But he couldn’t deny that he found himself enjoying those mornings more and more when your voice would lull him awake through the thin wall. He should’ve been annoyed by it. In any other case he would be, but your voice was far too sweet and he had a sense that you had some depth to you. Unlike his usual blood bag he’d sink his teeth into.

He was happy to discover your face matched the sound of your voice.

You feel a warmness spreading across your cheeks and are happy for once that it’s too dim for him to tell.

Unbeknownst to you he can tell. He can sense the heat as it slowly spreads from the apples of your cheeks down to your chest. Just as easy as it is for him to sense the shivers going down your spine and up your arms.

Cute. He thinks.

“Whatever, it can’t be worse than what I know about you.” You say, a tinge of annoyance in your words.

“And what DO you know about me?” He asks, leaning closer to your face. You slide yourself away from him in an exaggerated manner. Implying heavily that you want him to keep his distance though he doesn’t get the hint. Or maybe he does but is enjoying messing with you. He scoots closer, this time, his shoulder pressed against yours, letting his coldness radiate into your side. The intense chill surprises you just as he is surprised with an unexpected thumping in his chest, quickening with excitement.

“Can’t hear you little one...” He drawls, his voice sounding an octave lower.

You almost want to lean closer to him but you don’t want to let him get the best of you. You slide away again being stopped by the corner of the elevator. Choso shoots a mischievous grin as he traps you in the corner. Placing his hands on either side of your face, caging you in. You pick up on the sweet smell of his addicting cologne filling your senses. He gently places his knee in between your thighs, against your will you release a soft, pathetic whimper.

Choso’s eyes widen at your sound as he leans closer to you. The sound instantly making him see you as the delicious prey that he believes you to be. “What was that hmm?” His cold minty breath fanning your face.

You want to bury yourself further into the metal wall of the elevator and hide. Unable to look away from his dilated dark eyes. Fully aware of his thigh pressing more firmly into you.

You forcefully slide down and scoot out of his arms before he could act on his vampiric desires. Finally free and stepping away from him you distract yourself by smoothing out the linen fabric of your black blouse and skirt. You clear your throat trying to gain some confidence in your voice.

“Oh you know, just that you rotate the same 3 girls. You have your Monday, your Thursday and your Friday girl. The Monday one is surprisingly quiet though.” You say flicking your hair as if uninterested.

Choso furrows his brows at you. “Well I do leave them all satisfied, they enjoy themselves as much as I do, in case you had any doubts...they all express it as best they can while I’m f-“

“OKAY!! JEEEZUUUHH!! I get it!” You say covering his mouth with your hands to get him to stop talking. “I don’t really want to hear the details.”

He speaks into the palms of your hands still covering his mouth. Voice muffled, the vibrations tickling your skin and sending shivers up your arms. You instantly pull your hands away. “Huh? What’d you say?” You ask.

“I said that if you’re so curious, I can show you.” He says so confidently.

At that, your face flushes a deep crimson red. So dark, Choso could see it clear as day.

“Don’t flatter yourself Choso. That’s not something I’d jump right into with you.” You say feeling proud of your confident voice. And he believes that full heartedly.

“If you insist, but the beating of your heart tells me something entirely different.” He says slowly.

“We won’t. Theirs nothing TO see. When we get out of here we’ll just go back to the way it was before.” You exclaim, crossing your arms for added effect.

Suddenly as if the universe is against you, the elevators weight shifts drastically. You can feel it shake violently beneath you. The sound of wires and bolts snapping and screeching.

You let out a high-pitched shriek unlike anything Choso has ever heard before, and against your better judgment, you jump right into his broad arms. Hugging him with all the force you could muster, burying your face into his cold chest. Your lips graze the pale skin of his hard chest. His arm instinctively wraps around you, caressing you while trying to relax your trembling form. His other hand running through your scalp tenderly. Your heart was now hammering out of pure fear, and yet here you were seeking comfort in his arms.

“You were saying?” His voice, sounding smooth like honey in your ear.

You go to pull yourself away but are yanked suddenly back into him. “Ahh!” You yelp.

A chunk of your hair managed to somehow get stuck in the buttons of his sweater, causing you to lose your balance and dragging him down with you till you were flat on your back. As you try to look up from your new position on the ground, you're surprised to hear Choso chuckling softly. His legs straddling you. Your hair covering your face as it’s still entwined to Choso. You tried fidgeting around underneath him, unable to wiggle yourself away.

“Stop moving.” Choso ordered you with slight command in his voice. His voice sounding a bit more gruff than he intended, but he smirked when you listened. He could hear your quick panting breath. As he sat over you, his hips hovering above your waist. He worked your hair gently out of his buttons. Pulling the last piece away. He smooth’s your hair away from your face, enjoying the embarrassed look on you.

But now that you’re separated, neither one of you has the strength to want to move, staring deeply into each other. Taking in the small details of the others face. Choso couldn’t help but feel warmly for you. Neither of you pulling away even though nothing held you two together. You felt the pull to him deep within, not sure if it was all you or if it was him luring you like prey. You didn’t seem to care though. Not in that moment. Slowly, your faces unconsciously inched closer to each other until you felt the brush of his soft hair on your forehead. Noses finally gently touched. Following your instincts to just give in for once in your life you tilted your head, giving him access to your neck. Your eyes fluttered closed, waiting.

And for once he hesitated, his gaze eyeing the pulse of your neck. Salivating at the mouth as he could almost taste you from just your delicious scent. You’re eyes gently closed and your breath even and calm. It was all you. He hadn’t done anything yet to make you submissive to his needs. You certainly were a surprise to him.

Beams from flashlights shined through the cracks of the elevator doors. Slightly illuminating the small elevator. Causing Choso to look up, away from you.

“Y/N! You in there?!”

At the sound of your name being called you push yourself out of Choso’s hold and quickly crawl. You press your face up to the tiny gap in the center of the double doors banging on it with your open palms.

“I’m in here!!! Me and Choso!! Get us out PLEASE!!” You cry out.

You hear the familiar voice on the other side answer back.

“Step back for me, I don’t want that pretty face of yours getting dirty.”

“I swear on your life Gojo.” You mutter, standing up. Missing the way Choso raised a curious brow at the interaction.

You step backward to the furthest wall.

“Hey Choso! Can you cover Y/N?”

“On it.” Choso grabs your wrist and pulling you into the corner of the elevator, placing his sweater around your shoulders and quickly covering you completely with his own body at an inhuman speed.

You hear the deafening sound of metal being torn and dismantled as the doors get torn off. Choso releases you and the sudden light nearly blinds you both. And you swear you heard Choso hiss. You blink slowly adjusting to the new brightness as a dark blurry figure grabs you and pulls you out quickly.

“You okay?” Gojo asks as he checks you over, lifting your arms inspecting them carefully and then spinning you around before feeling satisfied at no visible harm being done to you. Then quickly pulling you into an embrace.

“Y-yah I’m okay Gojo.” Your warm breath heats his chest.

A voice interrupts beside you.

“You know you didn’t HAVE to destroy the elevator?” One of Gojo’s students says holding up his bag of equipment.

Gojo shrugs his shoulders carelessly. His arms still wrapped around you. “It was more fun this way.” He turns his attention back down to you. Finally letting you go. “As MY personal assistant, I didn’t think you’d be so foolish.” He says, flicking your forehead.

“Ouch! What the heck is that for?” You ask rubbing your head.

“You didn’t bother calling anyone for help. I checked. And then your phone kept sending me to voicemail. Did it die or something?” He asks accusingly while crossing his arms as he stairs down at you through his blindfold.

“Uhh maybe... I didn’t want you to fire me if I survived! I mean, you know I don’t think straight while under pressure...Plus you came, so I think it worked itself out. Right?” You direct your question to Choso, who spares you a half laugh.

“I guess you could say it worked out just fine doll.” He answers back, using the pet name on purpose.

Gojo looks Choso up and down once before speaking. “How come you didn’t blow the doors out yourself, Choso? You know you could have done it. Saved the day, get the girl.” He asks while inspecting a lock of your hair between his thumb and index finger.

Choso smiles, his fangs glistening in the light unable to hide the thrill in his voice. “It was much more fun this way Satoru. You know I like it when they’re scared. Can’t help myself. Besides, I don't need to pretend to be a hero to get a girl."

Your jaw drops.

“As much as I’d love to play some more, I do have somewhere I need to be. I am getting rather hungry...” Choso says, excusing himself as he waves Gojo off lazily, making the sorcerer scowl at the audacity of being dismissed so offhandedly.

Choso calls out to you over his shoulder before disappearing down the stairs.

“See you around Y/N.” And he seriously hopes he does.

You don’t respond. Having just spent all of your energy and adrenaline making you feel like you’ve been hit by a bus.

Being the nice boss that he can be, Gojo let you take the rest of the day off.

But only because he says he has no meetings for you to take notes for him so he doesn’t have to pay attention.

And since it was Friday you found yourself with a surprise three day weekend. Not even bothering with going out tonight. Falling fast asleep when Gojo tossed you onto your fluffy bed before leaving.

Your dreams replayed the events of the whole morning. His beautiful face, the feel and coolness of his skin, his alluring scent. His dark voice. The excitement. You dreamt of what your future with your mysterious vampire neighbor might hold. All the while, still wrapped in his intoxicating smelling sweater.

Dead asleep you missed the fact that Choso didn’t answer the door to his Friday night visitor. Pretending he wasn’t home until she stopped knocking. You had left an impression on him, stealing his attention. With new feelings he didn’t know he could still have.

He laid in his bed on the other side of the thin wall, adjacent to yours staring up the ceiling. For a long while just listening to the sound of your breathing.

Until finally he reached up to the wall behind him and knocking twice gently. Holding a breath that didn’t need to be held as he waited. Hoping that you’d reach out to him as well.

Knock knock knock.

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[w4nderingdreamer]

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[lenacosse]

bestieee hope u r doing well <333 id like to request a tan x reader where he surprises her for her bd??? like maybe the context is that they r both contract killers and they both have worked together several times, lem and reader r great friends but she has an enemies to lovers kind of thing with tan??? so she’s really surprised that he even remembered and he’s all shy and nervous cuz bbg isn’t good with voicing his feelings 😔 if u can’t write it it’s completely ok and feel free to change anything !!! mwuaks

(omg you’re so sweet stop it rn😭😭 im so happy to take this request I really hope you like it! I cannot think of a title or even a song for this so for now it remains untitled. hope this is okay and hope you enjoy <3333)

paring: tangerine x fem reader

cw: alcohol intake, mature language

word count: 2,455

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“Fuck this bastering banner won’t stick for fuck sake!” Tangerine ranted as the banner fell off the wall for the fourth time.

“Calm down I’ll do it,” Lemon sighed and helped Tangerine put the banner up. “See, not so hard just relax.”

“I am relaxed.”

“Relaxed?” Lemon laughed, “you are not relaxed. (Y/N) will appreciate this it doesn’t have to be perfection.”

“What? I don’t care. The banner is pissing me off,”

Lemon furrowed his brows and turned to look at Tangerine. “So what you’re saying is you don’t care if she likes this?”

“Exactly.” Mumbled Tan.

“Right that’s why you went out of your way to do all of this…”

Tangerine just scoffed and walked away, this only made Lemon laugh. He had never seen Tangerine so adamant to perfect anything.

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You receive a text from Lemon, he lets you know he’s on his way to pick you up. You touch up your lipgloss and take a final glance at yourself, the red in your cocktail dress making your eyes pop. You looked truly breathtaking. Lemon knocks on the door, you grab your bag and open the door to be met with a bouquet of daisies and a gift bag.

“Lemon! You didn’t have to do all this,” you smile and hug him. You and Lemon got on extremely well, you’d know him for a few years and occasionally worked with him which only further pushed your growing bond. He made you laugh and being with him was easy for you, not that you could say the same about his other half, who just like you expected was nowhere to be seen.

“Of course I did. It’s your birthday,” Lemon walks inside and you put the flowers into a vase, you set the gift bag on the counter and the two of you leave and get into his car.

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going now?”

“Nope. There’s nothing you need to know until we’re there.” Lemon responds and you pout, which does not make him budge. Only laugh at you in response.

The entire car ride you pester him over and over about what the night was going to look like, yet he didn’t give in. So now you stand at a restaurant door, this made you assume you were going for dinner. Lemon said the booking to the waitress and she leads you both through the busy restaurant, the ceilings in the restaurant were high and the decor was fancy. Looking around the place you barely notice when she leads you both down the stairs, this confused you all over again, there was no seating downstairs.

It all made sense as you walked into the room to see your few close friends there, it was a surprise party. A wide smile of complete gratitude spread on your face as you looked around the space, it was completely decked out in birthday decorations, all of your favourite colour. And there sat a table with your favourite cocktails and party foods. Whoever’s idea this was pulled it off perfectly, you greet your friends who are beyond happy to be celebrating you. Being a contracted killer automatically made social life difficult, you had to be cautious about who you let into your life but the few friends you did have you absolutely loved. Since your friends were there you had assumed it was Lemon who planned it all, your friends had met Lemon before at a dinner party you threw but that was brief and you talk about them a lot, so he knew how much you appreciated them.

You go over to the table with the drinks and take one, you smiled knowing how personalised everything here was. Even the music was your favourite songs, you didn’t want to cry on your birthday but you truly couldn’t fathom the effort that went into making your day special.

“Happy birthday,” you hear from behind you, you’d recognise that voice anywhere. You turn around, drink in hand and look at Tangerine.

“Thank you. I’m surprised you even remembered nevermind showing up.”

“It’s your birthday, I wouldn’t not come.”

You shrug and crack a smile, Tangerine returns it. Not that you expected it considering how your last interaction went a few months ago, you were still pissed off at him but you didn’t want to argue on your birthday.

“Did Lemon force you here?”

“No I came on my own accord,” Tangerine looks you up and down, drinking in your beauty, you returned the gesture and you could almost sense that he was… nervous? “Who do you think put up the decorations?”

An expression of surprise overrides your face, you didn’t expect Tangerine to be involved that’s to say the least. “I just didn’t expect this.”

Tangerine just shrugs and walks over to sit with Lemon, they both jump into conversation as you finish your first drink, immediately moving onto the second. The night was exactly as you wanted, a few friends and drinks, birthdays always reminded you of your family. You had a tricky relationship with them and most of the time you were able to not think of it, but you wouldn’t let it ruin tonight.

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You finish your fifth drink, the alcohol completely overriding your system now and you were to put it plainly, wasted. It didn’t take much to have you drunk but it was your birthday, no harm in having fun after all.

“Having a good time?” Lemon asks, your swaying to the music and he came to join you, over your shoulder you notice Tangerine he’s acting strange tonight, extremely quiet.

“Yes! Thank you so much for all of this you’re the best.” You slur, a content grin plastered on your face.

Lemon just pats your shoulder and goes to sit with your friends, they were drunk and you couldn’t help but laugh as they fawned over him. Maybe Lemon had a way with words. You look at Tangerine again and this time he sees you, he smiles at you which has your brain wracking an answer as to why the fuck he’s being so nice, you decide to go ask him.

You plummet down beside him, sighing as the soft back of the seat collides with your back. You turn to look at him and he takes a drink of his drink.

“You’re being awfully nice. Why?”

“It’s your birthday love, I’m not going to be a dickhead to you am I?”

“Oh how nice of you.” You roll your eyes and he just smirks. “Don’t look at me like that,” you scoff and shove his arm.

He chuckles in response. “Like what?”

“You know what I mean,” you mock him.

“You look nice,” he mumbles quietly, avoiding eye contact.

“I know right, we look relatively normal for contracted killers. No one would suspect a thing.”

“Like you don’t have knives strapped to your thighs right now.” Tangerine raises a brow.

“That’s besides the point.” You roll your eyes and unconsciously hum to the song that’s playing, you notice from your peripheral vision him actually staring at you. But not the harsh stare that he usually wears, a softer one that is actually taking you in.

“Are you having a good night?”

“Mhm. But why do you care Tan?” You cock your head to the side, looking into his deep blue eyes.

“I don’t know. Just want things to be nice for you.” He falters.

“You’re nervous. Why?”

“Im not.” He scoffs. You just raise an eyebrow at him to which he returns a stern glance back at you.

“Okay whatever you say,” you shake your head and leave him alone, you go sit with your friends, who are still fawning over Lemon.

“(Y/N)!” Your friend practically squeals upon seeing you. You laugh and sit beside her. You all engage in a conversation before your friend pipes up.

“Call your boyfriend over he seems so lonely.”

You look at her as if she was crazy. Your friends all share the same confused expression which you return.

“Im confused,” your friend says.

“About what?” You reply

“Isn’t he your boyfriend, the one who invited us all?”

“No he’s not my boyfriend and what do you mean he invited you all?”

“It seems like it, the way he was looking at you? He seemed to really care about you considering he pulled all of this off.”

“No he didn’t, Lemon done all of this.” You look at Lemon for clarification, but he just meets you with a knowing expression.

“No. It was Tangerine who pulled this off, it was his idea.” Lemon confirmed.

You try to process that fact, it shouldn’t be strange to know that someone threw you a party, but it was whenever that person was Tangerine. Tangerine who make ridiculous comments that made you want to punch him, Tangerine who soaked every statement in sarcasm, Tangerine who was a grumpy dickhead nine times out of ten.. but what about the Tangerine who opened your car door? What about the Tangerine who always makes sure you get home safe? Or the Tangerine who listens to rant about a mission? Or the Tangerine who put so much effort into tonight only for you to accredit someone else for it. You look over to where he was sitting but he wasn’t there anymore, you immediately get up and make your way back upstairs, you’d hoped he had only gone out front for a cigarette.

And rightfully so you find him leaning against the wall, tie loose and three shirt buttons undone as he smoked a cigarette. He notices you but does a double glance as you walk towards him. You stand against the wall and look at him.

“Hi.” You smile.

“Hello,” Tangerine replies, his voice softer than usual. You watch him as he exhales the smoke.

“Thought you left.”

“Do you want me to?” Tangerine looks at you, your expression dismisses that quickly.

“No. I don’t want you to leave. I want you to stay.”

“You’re drunk.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t want you there.”

“You said you hated me last time we were together.”

“Because you were being a dick to me. I was pissed off, but I’m not anymore. I want us to have a fresh start.”

“Why?” Tangerine ask as he finishes his cigarette, dropping it to the ground.

“What do you mean why?” You almost laugh. “You done all this for me tonight yet you cannot understand why I want to mend things between us?”

“How did you find out?” Tangerine turns to face you.

“My friend made it obvious. No offence but I didn’t expect you to be the one who done all of this. I thought you hated me.”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Well I don’t hate you either.” You nudge him with your elbow, he just playfully rolls his eyes. “How did you know all my favourite things?”

“I listen to what you say. You and Lemon aren’t exactly quiet,”

Your face flushes a little and you sigh. “Im sorry I didn’t realise it was you who done all this.”

“It’s fine. I’m sorry for being a dick.”

“Forgiven.” You smile. “But why did you do all of this?”

“To apologise.”

“That’s it? Thats the only reason?”

Tangerine shrugs and looks at the ground, you pull a puzzled expression.

“Am I missing something? You’ve been so quiet and almost shy the entire night, that’s not like you.”

“Just tired.”

“Tan… seriously what’s up?”

He turns to you reluctantly, his warm hand brushes over your cold one.

“You’re cold?” He takes off his jacket. “Take this.”

“Thanks,” you put his jacket on, his cologne strong on the jacket, you could almost sigh into it. “But tell me seriously we’re not leaving here until you confess.”

“It doesn’t matter (Y/N), honestly.”

“Ugh it matters to me. Just tell me.”

Tangerine sighs and you just cross your arms, not backing down from your point.

“Fine.” His voice is hesitant which only makes you more suspicious. “I wanted to tell you, that I,” he sighs. “I like you.” The last part is such a mumble you barely make it out.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“No I actually didn’t..”

“… I like you.”

You look at him a blank expression on your face, you didn’t know what to say. You felt yourself heat up as he looked at you intensely, you’d never really considering him liking you. Sure you definitely liked him even when you wanted to wrap your hands around his neck and strangle him but he had a way of charming you, he was interesting and extremely handsome that you’d be a fool not to feel something for him. But he definitely caught you off guard.

“You? Like me?” You say clearly baffled.

“I knew this was fucking stupid.” He sighs and starts to walk off.

You follow after him and grab his hand, pulling him back. “No don’t.” You sigh. He turns to look at you. “I didn’t expect this that’s all, I mean I thought you were repulsed by me. I tried to make you like me but I thought it wasn’t working.”

“You tried to make me like you? I like you the way you are.”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner. I thought it was obvious how I felt.”

“I didn’t tell you because it wasn’t obvious at all, and I hate all that lovey dovey crap.”

“God you’re such a gentleman.” You roll your eyes. “So… are you going to kiss me?”

Tangerine scoffs and grabs your waist pulling you in, he presses his lips to yours and you share a passionate kiss, your arms warm around his neck and up into his hair. Your tongues interlink and the kiss intensifies. He backs you against the wall and you tug softly on his dark brown curls. Slowly he pulls back, both of your lips were swollen. He stands up straight and so do you, he smirks at you and you blush.

“Wait,” you laugh. “You have lipstick on your mouth.”

“Oh fucking great,” he grumbles.

You roll your eyes and grab his collar pulling him down to your level, you wipe the lipstick off his mouth.

“There quit complaining.” You tease.

You both stand there, looking at each other. You quite literally couldn’t believe that Tangerine was being nice to you never mind confessing feelings for you, but it made sense. He was a typical man who didn’t know how to express his feelings, so of course he pisses you off. But you didn’t mind, you were just happy to get the truth out of him.

“We should go back in..” he says

“Yeah.” You agree, he takes your hand and the two of you go back to the party. When you walk in Lemon starts enthusiastically cheering.

“Fucking knew it!”

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