#feet hovering a few inches above the floor

[saturnsorbits]

Always a Groomsman

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warning: Angst (A Touch), Smut, Exhibitionism, Reader Smokes, Kaminari isn't a Hero Anymore, Brief Mention of Addiction etc. Word Counts: 5.4k.

Summary: A wedding, what a wonderful place to reunite with the one that fucked you and ran all those years ago.

The light is already dying by the time you finally manage to slip away from the reception and make a B-line to the back of the tent. Your feet are killing. The whiskey helps the pain, but even whiskey can't numb everything.

'Oi.' Bakugo catches your elbow, stopping you just short of freedom.

'Where are you going?'

'Need some air.'

Flicking up his eyebrows, he offers you a smirk that tells you he's not buying your bullshit. 'So it's got nothing to do with that then?' He hooks a thumb towards the dance floor and the drunken silhouette of Kaminari Denki He's curled himself around a bridesmaid, hand pinching the silk over her hip, lips hovering barely an inch above her neck as she threads her hand through his hair.

You chew your lip and lie. 'No.'

'C'mon... Just talk to him, you know you want to.' Bakugo's eyes widen suggestively.

'I think he's too pre-occupied to talk.' Something bubbles in your stomach as you watch Kaminari whisper in the woman's ear and you quietly shift your gaze so you don't see what happens next.

'You know he's only over there because he thinks you're mad at him, right?'

'I am mad at him.'

'It's been years.'

'He fucked me over, Kat...'

Bakugo's gaze hits the floor. It's not like he's forgotten what happened. 'I'm not taking his side but -.'

'No.' You raise your hands, palms flat in the air to stop him. You know what he's about to say. You've heard it all before. 'You've got guests to entertain and I am literally going to explode if I don't get some air in the next minute.'

Rolling his eyes, he plants a kiss on your cheek and uses his new proximity to whisper in your ear. 'He'd make a pretty groom, that's all I'm saying.'

'Oh, fuck off.' You manage to swat his shoulder only once before he's turned on his heel and returned to the mess of wedding guests that whoop and roar when he re-emerges into the fray.

The cold hits you as soon as you duck under the edge of the tent and step out onto the small deck. Instantly, you pull at your shoes and hiss as your feet are forced to straighten against the wooden floor. Before the throbbing in your soles has settled, you stagger off, limping towards the tall rail separating the deck from the field beyond.

It's a nice night, cold, but nice. In the sky, stars burn on a back-drop of navy, their blanket only broken by the soft, red blinking of the odd satellite or plane. The music from the tent floats out and lingers in the air, leaving you with enough space to actually think for a second.

You'd been overjoyed to watch Bakugo finally get hitched to Kirishima, but almost all of that excitement had died when you saw Kaminari. It had been almost ten years since the night he'd kissed you outside of UA, since you'd stumbled up the stairs to his dorm and let him be the first to touch you. He'd pretended as if it had never happened afterwards and you'd taken the hint.

A few months later, you'd moved south and he had stayed. He hadn't even shown up to your leaving party, despite both Sero and Kirishima telling you he'd be there.

But, all of that was in the past, or at least you'd thought it was until your eyes had grazed his as he stood beside the alter as Kirishima's best man and you'd felt a forgotten affection swell in your stomach. Sighing, you fiddle with your clutch bag and remove a half-full packet of cigarettes from within. You flip open the box, pluck one from inside and pop it in-between your lips before diving back into the clutch to search for a lighter. Rummaging for a second, you come up empty.

'Shit.'

'Need a light?'

The voice makes you shriek. You jump, stumble over your shoes and just about manage to catch yourself on the rail. Hand falling to your chest, you can feel the hammering of your heart through your skin.

'Am I that scary?' He snickers.

You squint, trying to make out his edges in the low light. Your eyebrows furrow, then lift as you focus on the man in front of you. He looks good, better than the last time you'd seen him: A scrawny shadow of himself pictured in a double page spread of a gossip magazine, something about heroism, drugs and a sex scandal printed in bright ink above it.

Flicking your eyes up to his, you're glad to see the spark has returned to his eyes. An old, but familiar shiver runs the length of your spine and suddenly, your stomach fills with motion. 'You... You look good.'

'Yeah?' He holds open his blazer, allowing you to get a full look as he slowly spins on the balls of his shoes and pinches at the skin of his stomach. 'Hero weekly says I'm chubby now.'

You're tempted to lie, to tell him that he's looked better, but you don't. 'No, you look good, healthy. It suits you.'

Something in Kaminari's chest stutters and he has to swallow the spit pooling in his mouth before he speaks again. 'Light?'

You pause. 'You don't mind?'

His face breaks into a smile, perfect and shining. 'Nah, don't even crave the things any more.' He misses out the bit about having enough nicotine patches on his chest and arms to stop a bull.

You concede. There's a comfort that comes back almost too easily, like the past finally catches up with you. It dampens the fire in your stomach, leaving you clutching at the anger that had grown inside of you since that night. You lean forward, letting him cup his hands around the end of your cigarette.

His hands shake when he tries to make a spark. It takes one, two, three times of his thumb coming down on the wheel before it finally catches a light and he can step back to a safer distance.

'It's still the same one, doesn't work as well now though.' He mumbles flicking the cap of the lighter. It's silver, with a chipped yellow lightning bolt painted on the front of it.

If you looked close enough, you're sure you'd be able to find the rough scratching of your entwined initials, engraved by his shaking hands at fifteen.

You breathe in, savour the burning of smoke as it infests your lungs and exhale. Turning, you rest against the rail and look back out over the field.

'So – you're -.'

'Sero said -.'

You both start up at the same time, the constriction of the silence around you forcing you both to attempt to fill it.

'You first -.'

'No, you – go on.' You encourage, arching an eyebrow.

Kaminari swallows. His heart thrums violently, threatening to deafen him, but he's just hoping that you can't see how bad his hands are shaking, how he can feel sweat beginning to bead his forehead. He's not an idiot. He knows how he left it, what you must think. As soon as Kirishima had asked him to be best man he’d felt his guts begin to twist and turn. The idea of seeing you again set his veins on fire. You cough and pull him back from the edge of his thoughts.

'I – uh...' He can't think. You're too close, too real and suddenly, his tongue seizes in his mouth.

Another beat of silence nestles its way into the conversation and you can't take it. You switch the conversation. 'Ei said you're going to work with Aizawa.'

He takes a deep breath and prepares himself to look at you, but it still doesn't stop the air being stolen from his lungs when he finally does. There's a flourish of nostalgia in his stomach and he swallows a grin. 'Yeah. He, uh, he sought me out. After all the – the, y'know, rehab and all that, he thought I'd be a good fit.'

'Yeah?' You raise your eyebrows. Kaminari's fall from grace had been far from undocumented. There had been barely a week that he hadn't appeared in some sort of magazine, his eyes dull and another questionable entourage in toe. Another one night stand, a model spotted having cocaine snorted off her tits; wherever there was chaos, Kaminari had followed.

'Yeah... We're, uhm, we're already working with a group of kids in UA. They got caught up in that villain attack down town. We do these workshops were we like pretend to be pro-hero's...'

Smiling, you raise your eyebrows. There's light in his voice, something you've missed and something you're keen to hold onto.

He snorts. 'No, I know, I know, but we pretend to be...' He shoots you a cheeky glance. '… Current... Pro-hero's doing interviews and talking about our experiences and stuff, y'know like it's miles away. Helps to sort it all out in your head, picture a future were it isn't all still hanging over you. There's this one kid, absolute firecracker... He stopped the whole fucking building collapsing before they could get everyone out, has a pretty nasty scar to thank for it too, but he does the most flawless impression of Bakugo it's almost scary.'

You bat at his arm instinctively and freeze as your hand wraps his bicep. For a second it's all too easy to forget you're not still teenagers clinging onto youth with both hands. 'That looks good on you too.'

'Huh?' He swallows before moving his hand to cover yours on his arm. His skin prickles when you don't pull away. It's hard to forget how it all ended. How he'd been too naïve to tell you how he felt, how he'd bit his tongue for months after he'd summoned the courage to finally kiss you and how he'd tried everything he could to run from the violent storm of emotions that had been released in his stomach that night.

It hadn't worked.

Avoiding you hadn't worked, neither had sleeping with other women or pretending it had never happened.

You lean into him, tightening your grip and the warmth of your skin reminds him that he's not the scared teenager he used to be.

'Helping kids, working with Aizawa...' You giggle, relaxing into his presence at last. 'It looks good on you. You light up when you talk about it... It's nice. Haven't seen you look like that since...' You chew your lip. 'Listen...' It's impossible to read him. His jaw is set, eyes facing forward as the cold begins to chap and redden his cheeks and you have to fight to push away the thought of how beautiful he still looks. 'I know you're only out here because Bakugo told you to be.' The accusation slips off your tongue too easily as the past rears it's head.

'I'm not – it's -.'

'You don't have to lie to me.' You offer him a broken smile, a truce of sorts.

'I really screwed up, didn't I?' He chuckles, letting smoke drift from his nose and mouth before turning to you.

'You did.'

There's a lapse in the conversation and he takes his chance. You're peering up at him, your eyes filled with the embers of something he hopes is affection and he dives in. 'Do you remember that night... Outside the school when... When, we -.' He feels stupid. The words lodge in his throat and refuse to move, forcing him to stop and haul in a breath. You'd think after all the talking therapy he'd be better at it by now.

He battles through, after all – he doesn't know when he'll get the chance to see you again.

If he doesn't do it now, he never will.

'When we slept together?' You sigh then tilt your head and finally give in, resting your head against his shoulder. Part of you wonders why he's brought it up, the other part isn't sure you care. Right now, you're just happy to bask in him. You've missed it: him. Even with the history between you. 'You don't have to apologise. I get it.'

'What do you mean?' Kaminari stammers.

'Well, It was a mistake, right?' It's a question disguised as a statement, but you don't give him time to answer before you're already trying to soften the blow yourself. 'We were young and people sleep together all the time, it's not a big deal. I just -.' You puff out your cheeks, finish your cigarette and drop it to the floor, letting Kaminari crush it with his dress shoe. 'I – I guess I just expected us to... It doesn't matter, you didn't want it and I respect that, just, it was just a hard pill to swallow, I think.

He takes another lungful of cold air, hoping the shock will calm him. It does, but only until he cranes his neck to look at you again. You're looking back up at him, your eyes wide and questioning, pupils blown out through darkness and alcohol. His gaze lingers on the soft pump of your lip and he's almost knocked over by the rush of memory that reminds him you used to taste like strawberries and smoke.

He wonders if you still do.

'It's not like that...'

You swallow. 'What was it like then?'

His voice is a whisper when he finally admits what he came out her to tell you. 'I was scared...' His thumb ghosts the back of your hand. 'I'm still scared.'

'Denki...'

'Yeah?' He's vaguely aware of the fact that he's unable to tear his eyes away from your face, but he's too caught up in the feel of you pressed to his side, where you belong, to care.

'Don't start saying things like that.'

'Why -.'

You lick at your back teeth, fighting annoyance. 'Not now. Especially not when there's a bridesmaid wondering where you've got to in there.' You hook a thumb back towards the tent.

'I'm not – we're not, we're not together or anything...' He's stumbling, making a mess as usual.

You roll your eyes. 'You don't have to lie.'

'I'm not lying.'

'I saw you all over her.'

'Dancing – we were -.'

Chewing at your lip, you sigh. 'It doesn't matter.'

'No.' He takes hold of your hand, squashes his own on top of yours and pins you as best as he can without forcing your fingers to entwine. 'It does.'

You swallow. 'Why now?'

'I – uh -.'

'Why not then?'

'I was scared.'

'You know...' You slip your hand from under his and fold your arms across your chest. 'It hurt when I realised that I was just another fuck for you, but it wasn't as bad as loosing a friend Denki – We were friends and you just fucking ghosted me. No explanation, no apology, you could have just fucking ignored it and I would have let things go back to normal, I would have just -.' You're crying, kind of. Tears well in your eyes, but you're refusing to let them fall. You've spent too many tears on him already and your make-up took almost an hour to do.

'I was a fucking idiot, I was scared and – and -.'

'I think I'm going to go...' You nod, swatting away his hand when he reaches for you. 'It was nice seeing you.' Turning, you're ready to make a short dash through the tent, ready to be as far away from the constricting air of the deck.

'No. Please. Please, don't go – not again, I just. Fuck.'

A hand wraps your wrist, pulling you back just enough that he can slip in front of you blocking your escape. 'Den - Kaminari.'

'Just let me, let me get this out. Okay.' He's pleading when he looks up at you, but he can't let you leave, not without at least trying. 'I was a fucking idiot. I was so scared that you'd hate me, that, that I'd be a bad boyfriend, or you'd move away and I wouldn't be enough, that I'd be too busy with work, or it'd be too much and I – I let that get the better of me. I was already falling apart, even back then and I didn't – I didn't want you to have to see it, to put up with it. You, fuck, you deserve so much and... That night...' He hauls in a breath. 'That night was one of the best nights of my life, not, not just the sex – just being with you and I – Well I did fuck it all up, didn't I... Look at the state of me - I couldn't, I couldn't have dragged you through all that.'

'Oi.' You fix him with a stare. 'Don't go blaming yourself, not for what you've been through - or how you've dealt with it. Never, okay... And for what it's worth, I would have gone to Hell and back if you'd asked.'

His jaw ticks, but when he turns to face you there's something almost thankful in the shine of his eyes. 'I'd never ask.'

You chuckle. 'I know. You wouldn't have had to. I've have done it anyway.'

He swallows.

You roll your lip between your teeth and bite down. 'So you liked me... Back then, I mean. When we – I wasn't just, just another girl that you...

'We both know I did.' He licks his lips. 'I was a fucking idiot, I -.' His eyes widen as he struggles to find a word to summarise the years that have elapsed between you and leaves him out on a limb.

'Do you still...'

He nods.

'And if, if it were to happen again, you'd want that?'

'More than anything.'

'And you wouldn't run away?'

'Only if I was chasing you.'

You smile, straighten and curl your body into his. 'Then...' You whisper. 'Kiss me.'

He does. Wrapping a hand around your neck, he lets his thumb rub at the softness behind your ear as your lips meet again for the first time in years.

Things go quickly from there...

It's overdue. A coming together that both of your bodies have longed for, for far too long. He kisses the same, with lips that are a touch too dry and a hunger no-one else has ever been able to match.

You have a mind to stop him, have a mind to stall his hands as they press to your chest and seek out the stiff peaks of your nipples, but you don't. Instead, you let yourself be overcome. Your hands find his belt. It's almost too easy to do, to unclasp the buckle and yank it clear of his suit pants. You cast it aside and are surprised when he doesn't seem to care where it lands.

He pushes you back, urging you further and further away from the wedding still raging inside and towards the scant privacy the deck can offer.

Although, it's more than obvious that neither of you care.

Each touch is electric. A build of emotion that had crystallised, now dissolving into your hands and dripping through your fingers. It's rough and needy, desperate, but more than that, it feels right.

'Here, quick.' You pull at the lapel of his suit jacket, yanking him impossibly closer.

He misreads the signs, twisting and turning as he attempts to wriggle from his jacket and slip it from his shoulders.

Tugging it back into place, you shake your head. 'No time, just...' You let your hand slide down his chest, feeling your way across the expanse of him before slipping your fingers into the waist of his suit pants. '… Come here.'

Kaminari moans as you make quick work of his pants, shoving them eagerly half way to his thigh. 'Don't need to tell me twice.' He chuckles, using what little air remains in his lungs to whine as your fingers graze over his hardening cock.

You tease for barely a second longer before taking hold of him and squeezing.

'Fuck.' His head rocks back on his shoulders, eyes rolling to the skies as he sinks into the feeling of having you again. 'I've missed you. Shit.'

You chuckle and lean in close, pressing your chest to his as you lick at the shell of his ear. 'Have you missed me or just my hand?'

Immediately, he pulls back. His hands wrap around your elbows as he holds you at arms length. He looks comical, with his pants clinging to the thin at the end of his thighs and his grey boxers almost dyed black, stained with pre-cum as his cock pulses in its confines, spilling more desperation onto the fabric. 'I really have missed you...'

Stooping to catch your eye, he raises his eyebrows and offers you a smile. 'You. Not the sex, not anything else. Yo -.'

You barely let him finish his sentence before you're breaking from his constriction and pressing back into him. 'I've missed you too...' Biting his lip, you ease the sting with a kiss. 'But, we really don't have a lot of time and I'm so fucking wet I -.'

He whines against your mouth. 'Can – Fuck, let me taste.'

'Maybe later.'

The idea of later makes his blood sing, but the sound of the party still raging inside quickly refocuses him on the task at hand. 'Think I can make you cum in five minutes?'

'Oh.' You squeak when his hand pinches at your ass. 'I fucking hope so.'

'Challenge accepted.' Grinning from ear to ear, Kaminari presses back until you bump against the wooden railing of the deck. His hands roam across your body, squeezing and nipping at everything he can reach. Reaching up, he takes hold of the strap before pausing. 'Can I?' Or will this rip?'

'It'll be fine... Just -' You push your chest out, helping as best you can as Kaminari pulls down the front of your dress to expose you to the air.

The cold air forces your nipples to pebble immediately, the lip of your dress forcing your breasts to sit high and pretty and in perfect reach of Kaminari's wondering hands.

He cups your chest, thumbs brushing over your nipples until you squirm. If he had time, he'd savour this. He'd crane his neck, bow to your beauty and take one of those hardened rose buds into his mouth. He'd taste your skin, savour the salt and lick effortlessly over you until your cries became the background noise to his dreams. Licking his teeth, he looses himself to the feeling of you filling his hand. The fat of your tit spills through his fingers as he squeezes, earning another breathy gasp from you before turning his attention to other areas.

'Denki...' You're breathing heavy already, your chest heaving as Kaminari takes his pleasures feeling every inch of you. His hands sink, exploring. He pinches at your ribs, skates over your ribs and grips your hips before landing a firm smack against your ass. 'Denki, please... Fuck, c'mon, I need -.'

'Yeah?' His pupils have blown when he looks at you. Rings of gold struggle to keep them in check as hunger threatens to swallow them whole.

You nod, helping him yank up your dress until it's bunched up around your hips. Shivering against the cold, your knees knock together as a wave of vulnerability suddenly washes over you. You're freezing. The arousal trapped in your underwear cooling by the second, even as your cunt burns to be touched.

'Fuck...' Kaminari's hand sinks into your underwear the second it can. His fingers brush across trimmed pubic hair before petting, gently, at your clit.

You moan, bucking into his hand as he slips further and brushes his fingertips across your entrance. Bringing his hand back up, he presents his hand to you in the air. Your arousal shines on his skin, the glittering light from tent making it shimmer as he widens his fingers, leaving sticky strings to hang between index and forefinger.

He admires the shine. 'You're so fucking wet.'

Nodding, you reach for his wrist to pull it to your mouth – tasting yourself and cleaning his skin, but before you can, his tongue darts out of his mouth. He collects your slick like a delicacy and moans as your sweetness hits the back of his throat.

'Denki, I can't wait anymore... Please -.'

Kaminari wastes no time. In a moment, he has himself freed from his boxers, his cock hard and twitching against your stomach and your leg hooked lazily over his arm.

You tug aside your underwear yourself, exposing your cunt to him fully. There's no time to waste. Something primal eats away at your insides, something you're sure will only subside once he's seated inside of you. Your fingers itch, one hand playing with the strays hairs at the base of his neck as you look down and watch as he guides himself into you.

The initial push makes him hiss. You're tight. Tighter than he remembers as your walls wrap around him and clench. Locking his jaw, he hauls in a breath through his teeth and wills himself away from embarrassment.

Feeling him twitch helplessly inside of you, you grasp him by the lapel and pull him close until your nose touches his. 'Don't you dare. Not...' He gives you another inch, making you gasp and roll your hips. 'Not yet, don't fucking -.'

'Don't worry, baby. 'm not, not gonna.' Holding onto his sanity with his fingernails, Kaminari pulls back his hips and grinds back into you. The rhythm he sets up is uneven at best, but still, each thrust causes his cock to rub directly across the sponge roof of your cunt making you whine and cling.

Lips finding his neck, you litter him with lust. Your teeth find purchase, biting down to stifle the moans bubbling in your chest as he continues to fuck you, bottoming out each time in an effort to give you everything he has.

'You're gonna leave a mark.' He speaks through gasps, his pace stuttering as he continues to try and please you. The muscle in his thighs shake, his hands struggling not to clamp down on your waist as he pushes through the pulsing of his balls that threatens an early end.

You chuckle, revelling in the goose-flesh your breath leaves in its wake. It's intimate, setting a fire in your stomach as you pull back enough to catch his eye once more. You smile. 'What? Don't want your cheeky bridesmaid side piece to see?'

His pace falters. 'I don't.'

'Denki, baby... I'm joking.'

The pet name hatches butterflies in his sternum. They bump against the bone, tickling his organs and making him feel like he could float six feet from the floor. Not for the first time, he curses his own previous cowardice for stealing away all the pet names the past could have gifted him.

Bringing your foreheads together, you pant, breathing in each others air for a moment.

It's always felt like a cop out to call him 'The one that got away'. The title had never fit, no matter how much you'd wanted it to – or wished at one point and yet, right here, now, you wonder how you'd ever even brought yourself to think of him like that. 'Denki... Denks.' He hums, transfixed by a look he'd only been able to imagine in your eyes. 'What – what do you need. Tell me.'

You chew your lip, muttering. 'I'm never going to cum like this.'

'Ah.' His eyes light up, a shock of understanding zipping through him.

It might have been years, but he remembers every second of that night you spent together. He remembers you quaking, remembers how you'd looked on your hands and knees, thighs shaking as your spine curved deliciously, your ass bouncing as you rocked yourself back on his cock desperately. How could he forget?

Slipping out of you, he pulls back only enough to lay his hands on your waist and spin you.

You twist, dizzy and grab hold of the railing to steady yourself. Instantly, you're up on your tip-toes, back curved as you wait, pretty and presented. Anticipation lances through your legs making holding yourself up difficult, but it's all worth it when you feel him stretch you open and slide home.

Not giving you a second to adjust, he sets a blinding pace, spurred on by the memory of what it had felt like to have you fall apart around him. The fingers of his right hand dig into the flesh of your hip as the other slides up your back and takes hold of your neck. He grips, leaning over you to whisper, hoarse, in your ear. 'Touch yourself... Touch yourself for me, show me how good you feel, baby.'

You obey. Slipping a hand between your legs, you spread your fingers to feel him rutting into you for a moment. The skin of his cock is silk soft and slippery with your arousal, grazing the sides of your fingers as you shift and finally, begin to rub at your clit.

'Fuck...' Kaminari's grip on your hip stutters, growing light as he feels you tighten up around him. 'Go – Good girl. Shit. I'm not – not gonna last, I -.'

You don't need him too. In a few moments, you feel the telltale rush. Your cunt aches, clit pulsing as your orgasm threatens to reduce you to your knees. With your eyes rolling back into your head, you struggle to keep circling your clit, but Kaminari's fingers replace yours without you asking.

His movement is clumsy, but he manages to fuck you through your high either way. 'Holy, holy fuck... You feel, feels so – fucking Hell.' Stuttering, he struggles through, pouring his focus into you as you milk him relentlessly, bringing him closer and closer to his own end. With a tight chest, you reel back, glancing over your shoulder.

Kaminari's face is flushed, his cheek bones brushed with a pink that makes him look boyish and young. The edge of his mouth is twisted, a cause of his teeth gnawing at the inside of his cheek and his jaw is clenched, bringing out the cut line of his jaw.

He's close. You can tell. The thought thrills you, your cunt tightening on impulse as you await your prize.

'Where, fuck, fuck... I can't cum on your dress, you're – you're gonna have to move, or, or -.'

Reaching back, you grab at the edge of his suit jacket and pull at him, forcing his hips against your ass. 'Inside.'

He doesn't get a chance to think, his body makes the decision for him. His balls tighten, pulsing as he cums, emptying himself inside of you. Curling over, he presses a kiss to your shoulder, teeth scraping against the exposed skin as he pours himself into you, pumping you full.

With your stomach full and his lips grazing the base of your neck, you relax into a bone-deep kind of satiation you'd not felt since that night. It's surreal. Absurd as you come crashing back to reality as realise that the party has begun to quieten inside of the tent.

He's still dripping out of you when you hear the high pitched whistle cut through the air.

Kamiari turns. Tearing his suit jacket from his shoulders, he drapes it over your hips, covering his own mess.

'You two made up then?' Sero's smile is blinding. His hands are dug into his pockets, thumbs poking out over the material as he shrugs himself into his shoulders. He's plastered, his hair mattered and a mess as it falls from its bun, but even the alcohol making him stagger doesn't put a stop to his mischief.

Kaminari panics. His voice is still breathless, shaking slightly from the force of the orgasm that had almost had him seeing static. He should have made you cum quicker, shouldn't have slowed down the way he did. Fuck, he should have asked you to come back to his hotel. You deserve better than a quick, forgive me fuck outside of a tent in almost freezing temperature. He curses himself and cringes. 'How long have you been stood there?'

'Long enough to be pitching a tent, you guys don't fuck around huh...' He chuckles to himself. 'Well, I guess you do but -.'

Struggling with your dress, you can't help the smile that breaks your lips when Kaminari shields you and helps get your tits situated and hidden once more. Stepping from behind him, you slide a hand down his arm and twist your fingers in his. Hoping this time he won't run away. 'What do you want Hanta? We're just about to get out of here.'

Even if you had been trying to miss the smile that brightens Kaminari's face, you wouldn't have been able to. He re-adjusts his jacket, now slung over your shoulders and squeezes your hand tight.

Sero chuffs. Still too drunk to know better. 'When I first came out here I just wanted to smoke, but now I'm thinking of asking to watch.'

Reaching down, you pluck one of your heels from the floor before turning and throwing it headlong at Sero's head.

He ducks, laughing as the shoe goes wide. 'That a maybe then?'

'Hanta...' Kaminari whines, but Sero is already backing away holding his hands up in a mock surrender.

'Woah, woah...' A cheeky smile tugs at his lip, bringing his left dimple out in a way that only happens when there's real mischief up his sleeve. 'I guess now would be a bad time to tell you that the lights out here cause a pretty solid shadow to be cast on the side of that tent then, huh?'

The colour drains from both of your faces. 'No...'

Sero's eyes shine as he reaches into his pocket and removes his phone. 'I've got a video of it if you don't believe me...'

-> Masterlist

#kaminari smut #kaminari x reader smut #kaminari x reader #mha smut #saturnsorbits #saturnscribbles

[running-with-kn1ves]

In The Book Stacks

A/N: This ones fo my 1(one) Ezra lover. Sorry for any typos! link to Part 1.

CW: making out in the library, possessive behavior, forceful behavior (Ezra holding reader captive temporarily)

Word Count:1900

“You're really stubborn, you know that.” 

Dust poofed into the air as you slammed the book in your hands shut, your nose scrunching at the stench of mustiness.

“No one’s in a library at 8 pm on a friday,” Ezra lowered his voice to a whisper. “C’mon, right here.. Right here is perfect.” He planted a kiss to your nape hairline, softly pulling at your elbows from behind. “Who goes to the science-y section anymore, anyway.” 

He kept trying to convince you with that slightly heightened tone, leg pushing between your knees as he trapped you between the bookshelf and him. You were starting to get annoyed, the shadow and humid warmth of his impatient body hovering only inches above you. 

“I swear if you don’t stop breathing down my neck, getting caught will be the last thing you worry about.”

Ezra was unperturbed, giving a little laugh at how pissed off you sounded. What was so wrong about wanting to give a little love to his fiance in the library? Well- soon to be fiance, you didn’t know that part yet. Just give it a few months. Specifically, the May you graduate.

“Ooh, look who’s in a feisty mood. Are you scared of a little audience?  Of our love… being witnessed.” He pecked at your shoulder, tickling fingers grabbing at your sides to make you squirm.

 You put a book you had taken out back in the hole that it had left, shimming closer to the shelf and farther away from your boyfriend’s antics.

“No; I’d just never do something so abWHORant, especially not when I know you, would make an even bigger scene if one of the librarians caught us.” You rolled your eyes, letting out an exasperated goan; he was beginning to tick you off. “What am I even saying? See, you got me distracted again.”

“A little distraction never hurt nobody,” He swayed, pressing into your lower back with his thumbs, massaging the edges of your tailbone that he knew was probably aching from how much standing and searching you've done in the library already. Nobody who didn’t have a chem test tomorrow! you thought. ”Besides, aren’t you tired of searching for this book? We’ve looked in every isle…twice.” 

You didn’t correct him for the intimate touch at first, finding it soothing and seemingly without the devious agenda he was proposing. But that touch soon moved to a caress, grabbing the sides of your hips, pressing them forward as his midriff touched your back. 

“Books plural,” You sighed, sounding more defeated. “Maybe we should just go home; I shouldn’t have made the mistake of letting you come with me.”

Ezra was like a reward you’re supposed to enjoy AFTER doing an important task; you can’t have a reward in the same room with you though, otherwise all you think about is how needily it tempts you. 

“I’ve accompanied you back and forth during this search, don’t you think I deserve a little bit of your time?” Ezra impatiently jabbed, grabbing your hand that was about to pluck another book. You yanked your arm away and pulled out a flimsy textbook off the shelf with it, refusing to acknowledge the tall, desperate creature beside you.

However, it was hard not to regret the harshness of your rejection as soon as you felt the sinking daggers of Ezra’s eyes.“ You know what--No. I’m sick of this. You’ve looked enough for tonight.”

The book was forced out of your hand and hit the floor with a dust-clouded thud, the sound scaring you with its echo bursting around the entire library. It skidded a few feet away from you as a sweetly warm palm concealed your mouth. 

You were ripped backwards into a sturdy body, far warmer than the 69° library air brushing down your shoulders and bare knees. About to flail and hit your way free, a pair of bottom-heavy lips touched your cheek to stop you. 

“I got off work early--ngh, walked with you all the way here,” Ezra wrapped around you, a squeezing snake intent on suffocating its prey. “And paid for your damn fancy coffee. And you won’t give me so much as a middle school kiss?” 

Ezra looked down at you as your head jerked up, his heavy hand nearly blocking your nostrils as you rapidly huffed through them. What was he… going to do? You weren’t particularly afraid, even with his hand covering your mouth as if you were a hostage he was about to violate. But a thought in the back of your mind was scaring you; any sane person wouldn’t act as if they were going to suffocate you just for something so small as refusing to makeout in the library.

Ezra’s clean scent had been watered down by the day’s heaviness, his heavy exhales against your throat making you wonder if he was having some kind of episode. You would’ve elbowed him off if it weren’t for the other arm wrapped completely around your front sight, the anaconda’s tail keeping you pressed flush against its alluring body. 

You liked that he took charge, that he held your hand with purpose and dragged you to come dance at parties. But this… should you have expected it, since he practically controlled every other physical movement of affection in your relationship? …But who in their right mind would expect their boyfriend to rip them close so violently?

 A pained sound left his mouth as it held open, tongue so hesitantly resting against your lower neck, near your shoulder. It twitched, Ezra seemingly unsure of himself in enacting the obscene display. But by the soft shut of his eyes, the arch of his eyebrows in ecstasy-- you wondered if that was really hesitation, or perhaps a poor attempt to snuff his desperation.

‘Maybe he's savoring your last moments before choking you out.’ That extreme, but maybe-not-entirely-wrong intrusive thought murmured inside you. 

His hand shivered as it stroked your cheek, pulsing against your shut mouth. The other thumbing your forearm as it crushed against your body in his grip, keeping it close as you stood stiff as a board. 

A high-pitched groan left your covered mouth, whining to be released as you could hear a hoarse cough of some librarian or fellow stressed student from the other side of the bookcase. You pleaded with Ezra with your eyes, tugging harshly on his thick coat for him to let you go. 

“stay, quiet..” He mumbled, pressing a finger to his wet lips. 

Slowly, his palm raised from your lips as he watched you for any sudden moves.

Taking a deep breath and a pissed punch at his arm, you turned around to face him. 

“That's what I should be saying!” You scream-whisperered. “We're in public and you're acting like a child who can't gotta toy he wants-- I'm not your mommy-!” 

“Shh!” A voice from the opposite side of the book case ushered. 

Ezra grabbed your beating hands, pulling your wrists tight to his chest as you tried to pound against him. 

He seemed to grow small by shrinking down towards you, pulling your softening hands upward. He stared up so earnestly, like he hadn’t just licked a feverish stripe down your neck with a desire sp hungry that he didn’t consider your wellbeing. 

“Sweethearttt,” Ezra leaned down with a whine, his sweetly soft eyes melting him slowly back to what he was before he tried to suffocate you. “I just want to be yours. Just want to kiss you and keep you…close.”

You swallowed looking at him, bending lower than you to get up close from below, nose nearly touching yours as he leaned up. Who was this overly needy person that replaced your already clingy boyfriend? He was acting more impatient than usual. 

Your frustration melted a little on the outside, your curiosity more potent now that you could sense something was off. 

“You’re being unusually obsessed today. Why do you need my attention so badly?”

You swore you saw Ezra’s face drop, mouth fixed into a plain thin line before it was gone in an instant. 

“Why don’t you kiss me and I’ll tell you?” he grinned, bringing your hands up to his ears, burying them into his hair. 

He circled you back to what he wanted again, nuzzling your nose as he waited for your move. He could kiss you, could relish in your skin and smell right here and now with your mouth too preoccupied to scream. But that wasn’t what he wanted. 

“Prove that you love me too. I do so much for you, stay here with you, take care of everyone else for you… can’t you just show that you love me in return?”

His bright eyes crinkled, losing their shine as the grip pressing your fingers into his hair suddenly began to feel like handcuffs. Yet his face never wavered, staring into your eyes as he waited for your move. This was a test; he wanted to love you, but above all he needed to know there weren’t any… Threats. Whether that be your own weak mind or another man. 

“Wha-,” Your mouth hung open, wondering with surprise where this trial was coming from. Did he see you do something and consider it a betrayal? “I..”

The usual Ezra would gaze back and forth evidently between your eyes and lips, a cute grin decorating his uncannily symmetrical face as he leaned in to kiss you. Now, he was a stoic void that waited emptily, expectantly. 

You scoffed, feeling more ridiculous than when you circled this book aisle. “Fine… if it’s that big of a deal.” 

Your untroubled tone tried to brush it off, but you weren’t fooling either of you. 

It didn’t take much further to close the gap, pressing gently against Ezra’s stiff mouth as he kept your wrists tight against him. Well, if you were going to convince him, you couldn’t keep feeling like a prisoner in his hold. You caressed his cheeks with your thumbs, running your hands down to his neck despite his chokehold trying to keep you still. He eventually let go, however not without rough hesitation.

You felt like you were pecking at a statue, the warm aroma of his skin entering your nose as you pressed your face flush against his, tongue licking at his bottom lip with each kiss you tried to convince him with. 

Ezra softened, just the teensiest bit, unable to ignore the sensation of your warm fingers on his jugular, moving to wrap each arm around his neck as you leaned against his broad nose. A slightly satisfied, indulgent groan left him. He felt like a teenager again, making out in the library with his hands flush against the bare skin of your back beneath your jacket and sweater, fantasizing about the curve of your spine and how your inner thighs would taste. 

He melted, opening his mouth for you and kissing back with the fervor of a long distance lover you hadn’t seen in ages. But in reality, you had just had this same needy kissing session last night, much to Ezra’s pushing. He just wanted to convey how much he loved you, how special you were, to never let you feel inadequate or have the need to run to anyone else ever again.  

“Is that..enough.. To convince you--” You tried to speak between his kisses, cut off each time with a wet peck against the corner of your lips. 

The annoyed clearing of a woman’s throat came from uncomfortably close, foot tapping on the ground as the librarian waited for you two to finish. 

#yandere #male yandere #self insert #reader insert #writing #x reader #yandere x reader #yandere oc x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #library #reader #x you #x reader insert #yandere reader insert #reader imagine #reader x character #reader aesthetic

[weaper-reaper]

More König fluff and smut

I do apologize that I’ve been away for literally 5ever… sorry for all the fics I’ve abandoned there is a slight chance they still will be released. Until then, thank you always for the support. Here’s a treat for staying loyal and still RBlogging eventuality <3

CW: Fluff, Smut, Fingering, Creamies, KINDA SAFE SEX (literally unheard of), uhh this is KönigxYou btw, apparently ive been tagging my stuff wrong by writing xreader so forgive me ig, I’ve been craving intimacy and fluff irl so here you go, not proofed

Bzzzt… Bzzzt… Bzzzt

Your phone rattled the nightstand, clattering together the jewelry and pens that were haphazardly littered atop the smooth wood. With an annoyed grunt you twisted over to yank it from the cord it was plugged into. The bright screen made your eyes squint in through the darkness, text blurred- you answered it before knowing who was on the other side.

“Hey, uh.. hi.”

“König?” You asked out, the scratchy voice haunting and all too familiar.

There was an awkward staticky laugh through the speaker, and you sat up as your consciousness came rushing back.

“Yeah. Sorry it’s so late.” He apologized, and you pulled the phone from your ear to glance at the time. Just past midnight. “I just got back.”

His demeanor seemed to brighten as you put the cool glass back to your cheek. “Welcome back.”

“Listen.. I'm outside.”

Your heart stuttered, and you glanced to the window of your little studio, the moon sent streaks over the lonely little place you called home and a light rap sounded from the front door.

“Sorry I didn’t text,” He continued, voice stretched thin from exhaustion or travel. “I have something fo- actually, can you come to the door?”

You whipped your head around the room and your eyes landed on your bathrobe cast out lazily across the back of your chair. You snatched it up before responding.

“Yeah, yeah uhm.. hold on.”

“Okay.” He breathed, a hint of a smile on the end of his voice.

Throwing on the robe you rounded the corner from your bedroom, bare feet slapping against the tile on the floor. Without even bothering to peek through the looking hole, you unchained and unlocked the door, swinging it open wide.

König stood taller then you remembered, cast in shadows from the light in the hall. The dark seemed to loom just around him, hovering but an inch above his clothes. You met his cool gaze first, his eyes crinkled and he smiled under his hoodie.

He let the phone at the side of his face fall, and you pulled yours away then too.

“Hello.” He greeted. Smiley and with much more energy than you could’ve mustered this late at night.

“Hi.” You breathed back.

It had only been a few weeks since you last talked, but with him here at your door now- a strange look in his eye- it made it feel like months. The way he had left things made a bitter feeling resonate through your chest and your eyes quickly cast to anything but him. You cleared your throat and stepped to the side, inviting him in.

He had his bags with him, one sandy duffle bag and another giant backpack. You eyed them curiously as he dropped them, quickly answering before you could find the words to ask.

“Mission went a lot smoother than we thought, and my stuff is still in storage.. so.” He shrugged his outer jacket off and drops of water rolled down the nylon.

“It’s raining?” You asked, turning for the kitchen eyes cast over to the window again. Sure enough droplets you hadn’t noticed before stuck thick to the glass pane. “Some tea?” You offered, already putting the kettle on.

“Thank you.” He nodded, finding a spot against the cold counter to lean on.

He cleared his throat as you turned back to him, hands ruffling around in his pockets. He pulled a thin orange envelope from one of his cargo pockets and handed it flat out. You took it gingerly, suddenly too aware of the lack of clothing you sported. You tightened the robe before peeling open the packaging and pulling out the contents.

They were photos, mostly black and white, and definitely weathered. Some water spots bled around the corners making the ink smear and stick. You flipped through them excitedly.

“Oh!” You cooed, they were mostly photos of tall cliff sides, overgrown fields, the occasional tree or strange looking rock formation. You peeled apart one of them, it was a selfie- or an attempt at one. König stood infront of a lake, a few naked men stood behind him, one bent over and mooned the photo.

You laughed and glanced back over at König, a sweet smile was plastered over his face. You caught his eyes and a moment passed discreetly between you.

You had been so caught up in your own head since he left, the lack of communication drawing your feelings further and further from your own chest and you had worried he’d thought your relationship too difficult to handle while he was away. It’s not like he hadn’t been away before, but something made him seem even more distant now. He hadn't said goodbye to you this last time, just vanished. After a week you accepted the possibility of him ghosting you. But now, as his dark figure stuck out against the bright decor of your tiny kitchen, those feelings came flooding back.

The kettle squealed before you could finish your thoughts. Clearing your throat you gently set the pack of photos down onto the counter and poured out the dark liquid into two deep mugs. You handed him his, and his fingers brushed yours as he took it.

You could feel your chest heat up under the thick robe.

“Let me go change.” You whispered, breaking the silence. He set his mug down in response, and followed you to your room.

You glanced back over your shoulder at him as you passed through your doorway and blew a laugh down your nose, “Miss me that much, huh?” You joked that hidden hope, reaching for an old overnight shirt.

His arm stretched over yours suddenly grabbing the fabric with his chest at your back. He had moved so quickly you didn’t even have the chance to hear him take a step.

“I did.” He whispered softly, breath warm as it fanned over the cold shell of your ear.

You could swear your heart stopped, but then his lips were on yours in a flurry. He spun you and your robe had come undone with the movement, back now flush against the closet door. It’s hinges rattled as he all but threw you against it.

His lips were soft, and your heart raced.

It was the wetness then at your cheeks that stilled him. Slowly he peeled off of you and a hand rose to cup your jaw.

“Wh-why are you crying?”

You hadn’t noticed you were until he said something, but as your eyes met again a sob pulled from your lungs. He wasted no time in wrapping you up into his arms, pulling the two of you back onto the still warmth of your bed. You curled into him as your breathing slowed.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, raising the back of your palm to the corner of your eyes. “I just..” you started, quickly realizing it took so much energy to straighten out your thoughts.

“You left so suddenly, without saying anything.”

His brows grew tight, and his eyes cast downward heavily. “I know, I’m sorry.” Even he seemed choked back a bit.

“We weren’t allowed to tell anyone.” He continued, pulling you closer until you were practically laying on his chest. “I should’ve-“

“No it’s okay,” you interrupted, finding your voice again and apologizing, planting a palm on his chest. “It’s on me, I should’ve assumed I know your job is stressful I just..”

You drew your eyes up to his and let them cast over every feature of his face.

“I just missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

Significantly more gently this time, he craned his neck down to meet your lips. The kiss was sweeter, softer and something unspoken drew under the both of you, sweeping the two of you up into your own perfect world. Slowly he twisted, and let a hand drag down your neck through the center of your chest before settling on your hip. The rough calluses on his fingertips drew shapes over your soft skin and you couldn’t help but fall victim to the shiver that raked through your body.

There was a tug at the corner of his lips as he smirked, pleased with your reactions. He whispered lowly again, voice thick and laid with his heavy accent. “Can I touch you?”

You nodded, afraid of the noises you’d make if you opened your mouth.

With a grace a giant like him should never possess, he dipped his hand under the part in your robe and cupped at your core. A thick finger slid down your part, and then back up blossoming you open with ease. The pad of his middle finger brushed against the hood of your clit and he swallowed the gasp that pulled its way out of your lungs.

You pulled from his lips as he prodded your opening with two fingers, the tips circled your entrance and involuntarily your hips buckled upwards.

“There you go,” He sighed, slipping further and further until his knuckles were pressed up as far as they would go. You felt yourself clench around as he pulled out, willing them to stay.

He slid them in again, and curled them deliciously to drag down your walls with each tug. Your voice betrayed you and a groan escaped, he mimicked your noises, his own breath growing ragged and heavy. His hand worked away at your cunt, and his quickly growing hardness became evident at your side. He was rutting against you in time with his fingers.

You mewled into his lips and slid the arm draped around his neck down his front until your palm coaxed up the forceful protrusion against his zipper. His pace stuttered and your confidence grew with each breathy moan he released.

Delicately, he pulled his fingers from your heat and quickly tugged away at the fastening of his pants, a dark spot crowned his bulge when you looked down. With a new heat at his cheeks and ears, he replaced your hand for you atop his boxers and you immediately squeezed. A moan choked up in his throat and he buried his face into you neck and chest, littering the crevice with sloppy kisses.

Perhaps a little prematurely, you slipped that hand into his pants and against the heat of his skin, pulling his member out and taught between you. He hesitated a moment before returning a thumb to your clit.

He rose again after a moment to smother you into another heavy make out session before rolling over above you. His thick cock weaped against your hip, and an insane amount of pre pooled over the creases of your skin. The air seemed hot and unbearable as you shifted out of your robe completely. Pulling away for a moment, König also shimmied out of his clothes and returned to you in a flash, sticky bodies melting back into eachother.

Be it because of the well prepped lubrication, or simply because the stars were all in alignment, when he returned slotted perfectly against you, the tip of his cock nudged directly into the ring of your pussy.

You both stilled and he let out a pained sounding grunt.

“Fuck..” you paused. “Uhm, are you okay?” You blabbered out lamely.

“Yeah.” He responded almost instantly, a hesitant kind of shame hung over him. “It’s just, It’s been a long time. I don’t know if..”

“It’s okay,” you took over quickly, pulling your knees up and opening your legs enough to where he slid in just that much more.

“Schhhheisse..” he drawled out, “you’re too warm.”

You huffed a short laugh and reached down to circle at your own clit, letting your body adjust to the stretch of him. Tingles rushed through your body and your mind quickly became fuzzy. With a deep breath he let his fingers replace yours and he pulled away to push back in deeper than before.

Letting your head fall back, you let him work himself into you. Pulling his hips away before using his weight to shove it all back into you again, König built up a steady rhythm and your mind and body grew hot.

His arms slipped under your back, and he pulled you closer to him, each wet smack echoing through the empty room. The walls of your insides burned, and that familiar tightness below your belly made itself known.

“Ahh, ah.. fuck.” You whined, completely caged beneath him. “I can’t.. I think I’m close.” You stumbled out, clawing at the backs of his massive arms.

“I know.” He grunted, “Got-damn you’re getting so tight.”

Part of you wanted to apologize for his struggle, but a bigger part of you wanted to clench up your core tighter. The latter won and soon König thrusts grew shorter and sloppier. His moans equalling his unsteadiness. You pushed your hips up to meet him, grinding down your front to his pelvis, begging for more friction.

The head of him slammed suddenly against your cervix as he pulled your legs up, latching purchase behind your knees to effectively bend you in half. You shouted in surprise at the new angle, everything quickly becoming too much.

“Where can I-?” He began and you answered before he finished.

“Inside!” You shouted, then cried as his thrusts became rougher- more demanding. “Inside, I.. IUD. It’s safe.”

You couldn’t help but grind your hips up into him, a desperate attempt to hurry your aching clit along. His lips found yours again in a frenzied haze, and you came undone almost instantly. Your core pulsed and you cried out from under him as the waves shook through every inch of your body.

König followed with two more strong thrusts, his hips stuttering and locked within your tightness. You could feel the warmth flow up deep inside of you, and he practically collapsed above you, completely spent.

You both laid a moment together, and his sweet cadence finally broke the silence after your pussy stopped its throbbing. He attempted to pull out, but your cunt gripped him completely.

“Relax.” He almost chuckled. Embarrassment flushed your face as he dragged a soothing hand down your sides, pulling away with a hiss.

“Sorry..” you mumbled.

He cast his eyes back up to you in a flash, and smirked. “Don’t be.”

“Just give me ten, okay?”

You rolled away to cover your face, giggling.

#call of duty #call of duty smut #könig call of duty #smut #konig #konig smut #konig x reader #könig

[zorrasucia]

Yes, I do the cooking; yes, I do the cleaning.

Carmy x Reader (The Bear FX)

Tags: Set sometime after The Bear opens, Baby's first x reader fic - please be nice, Smut, Porn without plot, Porn with feelings, Oral sex (F receiving), P in V sex

Summary: Carmy looks distractingly hot when he cleans.

It had been a long day. You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, cursing the shiny, new, black shoes you were wearing. You had been so proud when Nat had complimented them earlier but after a whole day of carrying plates in and out of the kitchen you were regretting even buying them. Thankfully, the day was over. The front of the house was dark and empty, while the back was still lit up but weirdly quiet.

"Yo, cousin, it's late," Richie called from the lockers where you were both getting your things. "I swear that stain will still be there in the morning!"

"Almost done!" Carmy yelled back.

Richie rolled his eyes. "Can you believe this guy?"

You chuckled. You could.

"I'll see if I can convince him," you offered and Richie huffed.

"Well, good fucking luck with that," he did a salute in your direction, grabbed his backpack and left.

You walked to the back of the kitchen.

"Carmy?"

He didn't respond. You could hear the rhythmic sound of him scrubbing the floor and followed it.

You found him kneeling, his chef's whites gone, leaving him in his t-shirt and slacks. Your eyes wandered to his arms, the way they flexed as he kept on scrubbing, the sleeves almost too tight. You had all seen him like that a few times, completely focused on cleaning, not caring even a bit that he was CDC, obsessed with keeping the place pristine. Privately, you had wondered about the state of his knees and whether his arms looked like that because of scrubbing alone.

"New shoes?" Carmy asked, his eyes darting to the ground under you.

"Don't get me started," you let out a pained sigh and he chuckled.

"Heard, Chef," he replied with a smile. You stared; he looked young and pretty when he smiled.

He kept scrubbing. His hair was messy - well, messier than usual - a few strands falling in front of his face and moving as he cleaned. You caught yourself thinking about how he'd look like that, hovering above you, his exhale on your skin...

"Come on, Carmy," you said, interrupting your own train of thought. There had been electricity between you two for weeks but it felt a little wrong to think of him that way. "Everyone's gone already."

"Told you," he insisted. "I'm almost done. You can go ahead."

You sighed. "Fine."

Was there even anyone waiting for him at home? Your heart swelled with tenderness for Carmy. Without realizing, you reached out to touch his hair, to fix the strands that had fallen out of place, running your fingers through the length of it. He looked up, his blue eyes wide with surprise. His gaze went from your face down your body, lingering on your lips, the slight v of your shirt and that bit where your skirt ended and black tights started showing.

"Sorry. I- sorry," your hand stayed there, cupping the side of his head. And he didn't move away either, if anything he leaned slightly into the touch.

"It's good," he replied, still on his knees. Slowly, he turned his head and kissed your palm. You inhaled sharply. "It's all good," he repeated, more warmth to his tone.

He got up on his feet, his hands cupped your face carefully. He was just and inch or two taller than you, enough that you had to arch your neck a little to kiss him. His lips were soft and pliant, his breath tickled your cheek. His hands moved to your waist, bringing you closer together, his tongue moved slowly against yours.

"I didn't plan this," you said against his lips when you paused to catch your breath.

"Neither did I," he laughed, his face was flushed and beautiful. "I wasn't sure- I wasn't sure if you wanted me."

"I do. A lot," you smiled. "I'm surprised you didn't catch me staring at you. I thought I was being so obvious," you added, wanting to add to the red of his blush.

He arched an eyebrow. "Wh- When-?"

It was your turn to blush, you averted his gaze. "You look very hot when you clean," you admitted.

"Fuck off!"

He laughed, a proper laugh, carefree and open, his eyes crinkling a little. You had only ever seen him laugh like that a couple of times. It made you a little proud to be the cause of it.

"What? You do," you insisted.

"What's hot about it?" he humored you.

"I don't know," you shrugged. "You're so focused. And your arms- You look strong," you cleared your throat. "And when you're on your knees-" you stopped.

"You like that?" he asked earnestly.

You nodded.

He studied you, head tilted. You recognized that look. When there was a problem that needed solving in the restaurant or when he was assessing the ingredients of the walk-in to plan a meal, he did that face.

"Alright," he said after a while.

He knelt back down, his hands never leaving you, tracing a sinuous path from your waist down your hips and thighs. His face looking up made your heart beat faster. You caressed his cheek with your thumb, gently. He closed his eyes, a content smile playing on his lips. So you kept doing circles on his skin, your thumb grazing the edge of his cheekbone and the corner of his mouth. A little tilt of his head and suddenly he was kissing your thumb - then sucking on it. It was sensual, slow, worse than you could have ever imagined. He let go of your finger and then his hands pulled you gently so that he was kneeling right in front of you.

"Carmy," you pleaded.

"Is this okay?" he ran his fingers up and down your legs, tickling behind your knees, making you shiver.

"Yes," you laughed nervously. "It's okay."

"Okay," he repeated with a smile.

And he started kissing. Your knee, your calf, the inside of your leg - he took your shoes off as he went. Then his hands moved up, underneath your skirt, anchoring at the elastic of your tights. Your hand was now on the nape of his neck, tangling in his curls, scrunching out the gel. He pulled down your tights, his lovely hands caressing every inch of skin on the way down. You hummed at the feeling.

"I really like your hands," you said.

"Yeah?" Carmy huffed - his exhale on your skin sent a shiver down your spine. "Is it the tattoos?"

"Mmm," you hummed. "Yeah. I think I'd still like them without the tattoos, though."

You took his hands from the back of your thighs, really feeling them, the callouses and veins, the long fingers - and guided them up again, hiking your skirt up, hovering above your underwear. He followed your lead, taking it off, leaving you bare and grabbing handfuls of skin as he did. He had been careful so far but he grew desperate. Before you knew it, his hands were on your ass and his face was on your belly, taking deep inhales, like he couldn't get enough. His face went lower and lower, like he was melting into you. He reached the place between your hips and you gasped. You were just about to say some breathy quip about not expecting guests and maybe apologizing for not doing housekeeping but he seemed happy enough with what he found, kissing all over, humming against your skin. You writhed in his hold.

"Still good?" he asked, his mouth dangerously close to where you needed him most. Your nails scratched at his scalp.

"Jesus, Carmen," you moaned. "Yes, good. So good."

And he proceeded to devour you. His tongue was eager between your folds, his nose kept bumping over and over against your clit, his knees where wedged between your legs to keep them open enough. One of your hands played with your breasts over your shirt while the other was intertwined with one of Carmy's, keeping you anchored.

"Fuuuuuck," you moaned. His hand held tighter to yours, reassuring that he wasn't going anywhere. You weren't quite sure how he was breathing, his face was so deeply buried into you. He shook his head slightly and you screamed. "Don't stop. Please- Don't- Carmy," you begged nonsensically.

He picked up the pace, his tongue relentless and his face shaking wildly - his nose on your clit was making you see stars. You barely contained the impulse to outright grind against his beautiful face.

"I'm so fucking close, please," you could hardly recognize your voice as you moaned louder and came harder than you ever had.

Your knees buckled under you, and Carmy held on with strong arms, lowering you gently onto his lap until you were both kneeling on the floor. You circled his shoulders with your arms, breathing hard.

When you finally came down from your high, you shifted in his embrace to look at him. He was staring at you in wonder, his face an absolute mess. You kissed him with all your might, with all the months of pining and weeks of not knowing. His tongue tasted tangy but the way he was humming into your mouth and holding you close made you feel you were the best thing he had eaten in that kitchen.

You kept on kissing for a while and he seemed content to just let you catch your breath even though you could feel him achingly hard inside his trousers.

"Please tell me you have a condom in your pocket," you said half-joking. You didn't want to move or let go of him, and you needed him inside you.

"I really didn't think I'd need one today," he chuckled, kissing your neck, making a sinful path down to your collarbone, working the buttons of your shirt until you were only wearing your bra. You thanked your lucky stars that it was a black lace number that made him widen his eyes and bite his lip. "Jesus."

You blushed under his gaze. "Your turn," you prompted, tugging at his shirt, feeling him solid under your palms.

He got rid of his shirt and your eyes wandered over the muscle on his arms and shoulders. He was broad - broader than he looked under his clothes and you wanted to touch all of him, to rake your nails on his strong back.

"I have condoms in my bag," you heaved. "I'm not sure I can stand right now though."

"I'll go," he offered. He kissed your cheek and carefully put you on your back. "I'll be right back."

You sighed and closed your eyes. He was quick to return, the moment you opened your eyes he was hovering above you, his hair tickling your forehead.

"I thought about this," you blurted out in your fucked out state.

"Really?"

You had never seen him smile as much as he had in the past hour. You felt adored and precious.

"A little," you shrugged, faking indifference, but you opened your legs wide to let him get closer. "Wondered how you'd look from this angle."

"So?" he prompted.

You were encased between his arms, everywhere you looked there was sculpted, tattooed skin. It was thrilling and comforting - fitting for Carmy, for the contradictions he contained.

"It's a very nice view," you replied, biting on your lip. Your hands traveled south, helping him out of his trousers, then palming him over his boxer briefs. He growled.

"Can I-" he showed you the condom he had retrieved from your bag. "I just feel that if you keep doing that I'm not going to last."

"Carm, you can do literally anything you want right now," your voice was breathy. He could. Not that he'd abuse that privilege - you trusted him so fucking much it scared you sometimes.

He got rid of his underwear and rolled the condom on. Next time, you would take a good look - and have a taste if he was into that.

"Should I be worried about whoever you were planning on using this with?" he asked tossing away the condom wrapper. His voice was small and it disarmed you.

"There's no one else," you reassured him, running your fingers through the hair on his temples. "I just like to be prepared."

"I do like that about you," his hands were gentle as he grabbed your knees and opened your legs wider. "Like so much about you."

You would ask later, right now you were occupied with the feeling of him lining up against your entrance, teasing just enough, then going all the way in one slow, delicious thrust.

"Oh, God," you mewled.

"You feel-" he moved back then forwards again, slow, torturous, making you writhe on the floor. "Jesus, fuck!"

He started moving faster, his hair dancing just how you imagined, but this was better than any of your intrusive fantasies. You could actually feel the expanse of his back under your hands, dig your nails in it as his rhythm built up. The sound of his moans and the slap of skin on skin turned you on even more. The feeling of his breath on your lips made you feel like you were about to leave your own body from pleasure alone. Your ankles locked behind him, keeping him near.

"Are you- Are you close?" his question was followed by an animalistic growl. One of your hands started circling your clit, echoing his rhythm - you wanted to come with him. Every thrust dug into the depths of you and took your breath away.

"So close," your moans sounded in unison. "So close, Carmy."

You came in a blur of white and warmth. As soon as you started fluttering against him, he followed. He kept going messily until your moans of pleasure turned into slow purrs of contentment. He collapsed on top of you and you held him close to your chest, caressing his hair and his back. He slipped out of you and you immediately missed the feeling of him.

"I'll fuck you on the counter as soon as I can get up again," he promised.

You rubbed your thighs together in anticipation.

"Please do."

#carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x you #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x you #carmy x reader #carmy x you #the bear fanfiction #carmy berzatto fanfiction

[carf-writes]

“Robin, don’t,” he growled, digging his heels in on the linoleum floor. 

The rubber soles of his boots squeaked and his chair stopped moving. He dug them in harder, comically stomping his feet to drag himself forward. Damian was fighting him but luckily he had well over a hundred pounds on the kid.

“I have more room,” Damian grunted. 

“I don’t care.” The neck brace was digging into his exposed chin even beneath the duct tape preventing him from turning his head. He wiggled his fingers, trying to get circulation back into them with the ropes tied so tightly.

The drill whirred, inching ever closer, aimed at the center of his forehead.

“When I let you move the chairs, I hoped you would try to sacrifice the other to save yourselves,” a woman’s voice said over the speakers. She sounded like she was pouting. “Not fight over who gets to kill themselves first. It’s a few seconds difference anyway. You’re both dying.”

“Fuck you,” Damian snapped, sinking into a stream of elaborate curses in Arabic, most of which where anatomically impossible.

Dick grimaced as he dislocated his thumb. If he could just get Damian’s hands free…

The drill was getting closer, held by a robotic arm stolen from the Wayne Enterprises factory. The drill came from there too, designed for boring holes through titanium alloy. He suspected the sliding rail their chairs were mounted on back to back was also a Wayne souvenir. 

With Damian distracted, though still struggling against his own binds, Dick was able to drag himself forward again. Until the drill bit hovered millimeters above the cowl. He hoped the reinforced kevlar would spare him a few seconds. 

And he suspected that he would still be able to detangle the knots until the drill had fully penetrated his brain. Not a pleasant thought but a necessary one if he was going to get Damian out alive.

“Damn you to hell,” Damian snarled and something about his tone told Dick he wasn’t talking to their captor anymore. “I’m supposed to get Batman home.”

“It’s alright, Robin, there will always be a Batman.”

Dick was close now even as the drill touched the surface of the cowl, sending a painful vibration through his skull. Just a prelude to the main event.

“That’s the problem,” the woman calling herself The Hole in Things said . “No one needed Batman in the first place. Let alone hundreds of him. Doesn’t that make you feel awful, being expendable like this? That oh-so benevolent Bruce Wayne can’t be bothered to rescue you?”

“Actually,” Dick said with a smile as he felt the rope around Damian’s wrists snap. “Expendable is just fine with me.”

Damian rolled out of the chair, ducking under the drill aimed at his head.

The Hole in Things yelped. There was a clatter and the speaker went dead. She was running. Damian would have to give chase.

A birdarang snapped the drill bit above Dick’s head in half. Another fouled up the works. The drill sputtered and sparked, a trail of black smoke rising as it ground to a halt.

A moment later, Damian was at his side, shoving the apparatus aside, cutting Dick loose and dragging him from the chair.

They collapsed onto the floor. All of Dick’s weight fell on top of Damian. He grunted as the air was knocked out of him.

His whole body still ached from the beating a baker’s dozen of fanatical goons had given him that morning and the paralytic poison he’d been stabbed with to get him into position for that death trap. He groaned, trying to push himself off the boy.

Damian grabbed his head instead. “You’re bleeding.”

Dick pushed his hands aside, flopping onto his back. The ceiling was spinning. He snapped his thumbs back into place with a grunt.

“Just a scratch,” he muttered.

Damian’s face swam into his vision. His mouth was twisted into a tense frown.

“You had brain surgery a month ago. I was told the surgeon was the best in the world but now I have serious doubts.”

“Is this your way of calling me an idiot?”

“This is my way of saying I didn’t think you used to be so imbecilic.”

“You let her get away.”

“I saved your life, you ungrateful rube.”

Dick laughed and leveraged himself to his feet. He had to hold onto the wall to keep steady. He noticed that Damian was still not chasing their would-be murderer. Instead he was looking at Dick with something like concern.

“Are you alright?” He asked. Maybe Damian was more injured than he looked.

Damian’s face went red all the way up to his forehead when he was angry, just like his father.

“You said you were expendable,” he snapped.

“Yeah, that’s the idea of Batman International. No more one Batman to handle everything. I’ve got Gotham for now but I’m sure a certain Black Bat wouldn’t mind filling in.” Dick shrugged. “Actually, I think she’d probably do a much better job.” She wouldn’t have stumbled into that ambush, for starters.

Damian grabbed his arm. “We’re returning to HQ. You have sustained a serious brain injury.”

Dick touched the point on his forehead where the drill had bitten in. There was a small circular hole now in the cowl and when he looked down at his glove it was spotted with blood.

“I wouldn’t call it serious. My skull’s still more or less intact,” he joked.

Damian just clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth in annoyance. “Tt.” He tugged on Dick’s arm. “Come.”

They really should be going after the woman who tried to murder them and clearly had it out for Bruce but if Damian wanted to go home, Dick wasn’t going to oppose. That must have been a harrowing experience for the kid and he was so reluctant to show vulnerability, Dick had no choice but to encourage it.

#long post #dick grayson #damian wayne #batman #robin #fanfiction #batman fanfiction #writing snippet #Batdick #Batman International #Batman and Robin #Dick likes being expendable

[iceman-soup]

request!

sorry if you've done this already, but what would Ghost and Soap's first leave together look like? could be sfw or nsfw, everything is up to you

yes yes yesss this is sfw because my descriptive brain took over, also autistic ghost supremacy 🫶🫶

ghost x soap

Simon wasn't ready to meet Johnny's family yet. Hell, they'd only been dating five or so months before deciding to stick with each other on leave, and by that point it was far too stressful and overwhelming to think about meeting a whole bunch of new people to mask around and make good impressions. Ghost needed the time off to re-regulate, and honestly, Soap wasn't up to introducing a boyfriend he had barely warned his mother about beforehand.

So instead the two taxi'd over to Manchester from the airport, arriving at a tiny, cheap flat with even cheaper security cameras dotted on each outside wall and above the front door. "Enough of a deterrent, even if half don't work," explains Simon, seeing Johnny looking around curiously. He unlocks the door and pushes it open an inch, baited breath for a couple of moments as he appears to listen for anything unusual, before opening the door properly, flicking on the warm overhead lights and pulling Soap in by the hand, who gazes at the inside of his flat whilst Ghost locks the door again.

"Dinnae take you for an interior designer, Lt," John grins, glancing at the taller man before going back to admiring the space. It's dusty, sure, but otherwise not quite as awful as expected, and although cramped, holds a feeling of comfort and rest. The two are standing in the kitchen, cupboards naked oak wood and counters hand-painted daffodil yellow, the honey-coloured floor tiles chipped but superglued back together. The image of Si sitting cross-legged on the ground fixing them fills Soap's mind, his heart fluttering at how domestic his lieutenant suddenly seems.

There isn't a wall between the kitchen and living room, and Johnny takes that opportunity to wonder straight through, taking note of a comfy-looking secondhand sofa to cuddle up on together later. An old TV with a jumble of cables is stood upon a coffee table, which simultaneously doubles as an actual coffee table, evident by a few mismatched coasters with just as many water marks as the surface they're supposed to be protecting. Splintering wood in the tried-to-be-aesthetic bare floorboards are covered by a granny rug which contrasts the baby blue walls surprisingly well. Two doors lead off from the living room, and Ghost walks over to the first one, opening it to show the other.

"Bathroom," he comments as if it isn't obvious. There's nothing extraordinary about it, but Soap does notice his unwavering loyalty here and on base to his very specific shower products - of course. He nods and they move on, entering the fourth room. Si hovers at the doorway whilst Johnny wanders inside, taking in the bedroom.

Most of the space is taken up by a double bed pressed up in the far corner, white paint on the metal frame missing in spots, showing its age. The bedding is black with little bone prints patterning it, soft cotton and all matching. Shoved next to the bed is a chest of drawers, one of the handles missing and replaced with a nail bashed into the wood. Hung up precariously on the picture rail over it is Simon's formal uniform - clearly unused for years due to his skilful avoidance of social events. Again, the floor is stripped of carpet (the bedroom in slightly safer condition than in the living room) and the walls are painted, this time a pale pink and dotted with glow-in-the-dark plastic stars.

"Never got them as a kid," Ghost mutters, gesturing to the stars and then the general soft colours of his flat. He shuffles awkwardly on his feet, avoiding eye contact - and subsequently his boyfriend's loving smile too. "You want something to eat? I don't have anything," he adds quickly.

"We can go doon to the chippy?" John suggests, walking over to kiss him tenderly. "Or if you don't feel like seein' people, I could order us something." The taller man nods at the second option, then proceeds to wrap his arms around Soap's waist, burying his face into the crook of his neck and pressing his lips to the skin, simply savouring his warm embrace.

"I love you, Johnny. I'm happy you're here."

The next few days go by far too quick for either's liking. They're spent with long mornings just laying in bed, doing fuck all on their phones in the oddest cuddle positions known; alternatively, smothering each other in hugs and kisses until they have to give them attention until they're satisfied. Time is spent plodding around the flat, wearing pyjama trousers and fluffy socks and with blankets draped over their bare shoulders.

Meals are cooked with very little skill but a whole lot of try, so at least that's something. Neither go out much; just to the shops when they need something or one night to get fish and chips from the good place across the street. They eat sitting on the countertop or the sofa, watching some shitshow with a laugh track that winds Simon up.

Evenings involve making out during conversation, quietly murmuring and laughing between kisses, chests pressed together so their hearts can talk directly. Ghost realises he's never felt so safe and content on leave before this one night when they're lying in bed, a dim lamp the only light in the room as he runs his fingers through Soap's hair, now slightly curly from growing out whilst not on base. It's quiet, but not in the lonely, terrifying way it usually is when he's alone in the flat, left to his own thoughts for however long between deployments.

Maybe, just maybe, leave will become something that he doesn't dread anymore. And perhaps next time - he thinks, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend's forehead and flicking off the lamp - it might be nice to meet Johnny's family.

#thank you for the request!!! #i feel like in general their first leave together would be a little awkward #ghost wouldnt really know how he's supposed to act with a guest in his flat #but the guest is soap so everything's all good #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghoap #soapghost #ghostsoap #cod fluff #soap x ghost #ghost x soap #autistic simon ghost riley

[brittscafe]

Hi I hope ur doing well could you write a nsfw one shot if that’s fine ofc! of ulquiorras fem s/o taking his virginity for the first time and showing him what sex is

yesssss omfg I love this idea! <3

You sit across Ulquiorra on your shared bed as you take a sip of water. Ulquirorra studies your face and he clears his throat.

"Do you want to have sex with me?" Ulquiorra questions you and you spit out your water onto the floor. You blink a few times before glancing up at your boyfriend and you gulp.

"What?" you question him, peering at his expression. His eyes are full of seriousness, but also confusion.

You didn't have idea that Ulquiorra even knows what sex means in the slightest.

"Grimmjow's been asking me if we've had sex," he shrugs his shoulders and you slightly clench your fists.

"I'm going to kill Grimmjow," you comment, shaking your head.

"Sex. What is it?" Ulquiorra asks curiously and your cheeks flush with a bright pink.

How the hell do you even explain that to him?

"Um...you know when we kiss? It's kind of like that expect we're naked and it's way more than kissing. Sex is where we both feel a lot of pleasure because of the actions that we would do," you stumble over your words.

"You can go further than kissing?" Ulquiorra blinks, inching closer to you.

"You have no idea," you giggle out.

"Show me," Ulquiorra demands and you gulp. His eyes gaze into yours and you shift your weight.

"Ok," you whisper, grabbing onto your shirt and pulling it over your head. Ulquiorra's eyes glance down at your breasts poking out from your bra and his mouth waters.

He wasn't sure why his mouth was watering, it was just a part of your body.

You reach back and unclip your bra, tossing it onto the ground. Ulquiorra's eyes glue onto your breasts and they way they move with each shift of your weight.

"You can touch them," you offer and Ulquiorra's lips slightly part open and before he knows it, he's reaching towards your breasts. His eyes widen as his hands cup the squishy flesh and you lean your head back.

His eyes glance as your neck stretches out and he dips his head down into your neck. Your jaw drops open as he presses his lips against your neck and places kisses all over.

You grab onto the zipper on his shirt and start to unzip it. He pulls his lips away from your neck and glances up at him.

"Is this okay?" you ask him and he slightly bobs his head. Ulquiorra feels his cock growing as you run your hands over his bare chest and a chill runs down his spine.

You place his shirt on the ground and start sliding off your skirt. His eyes widen and he gulps.

"Here. You can take them off if you'd like," you suggest, glancing down to your underwear.

"Are you sure?" Ulquiorra asks, his face twisting with unsureness. You smile gently and nod your head. You sink down into the bed and Ulquiorra hovers above you.

His long fingers grab onto your underwear and he slowly pulls it them off and over your ankles and feet. His eyes glue onto your dripping cunt and he cocks his head.

Wet. Why was it so wet?

A tiny gasp leaves your lips as Ulquiorra sticks his finger inside of you.

"What? Is this what I'm supposed to be doing?" he questions, feeling around your walls.

"Kind of. Here, let me show you," you offer, sitting up and grabbing onto two of Ulquiorra's fingers.

You slowly insert them inside of your core. You slowly to pump his fingers in and out of yourself. You throw your head with pleasure and let out a quiet moan.

Ulquiorra grabs onto your hand and pulls it away. "I understand now," he explains, containing to push his fingers deeper inside of you.

"Good," you moan out, letting his hand go and starting to run your fingers through his hair.

"Is this it? Is this what sex is?" Ulquiorra questions and you stifle a chuckle.

"Do you want to try something else?" you ask and Ulquiorra eagerly nods his head.

"I want you to feel good and I want to feel good as well," he speaks calmly and you let out a tiny chuckle.

"Good," you smile gently as he removes his fingers from your core. The sudden air slaps against your cunt and you gaze down at Ulquiorra's hard cock.

Precum leaking from his tip and you carefully wrap your fingers around his cock. Ulquiorra whimpers quietly as you start to slowly insert his cock inside of your cunt.

It stretches you out and you moan quietly.

"Is this comfortable? You look like you're in pain," Ulquiorra comments, continuing to slide his length inside of you.

"Yes, I'm fine," you reassure him, clenching your jaw. Concern is laced all over Ulquiorra's face and he places his hand on your cheek.

His eyes glisten with a certain softness and he leans his forehead on yours.

"Are you sure? I can stop," he asks curiously and you spread your legs wider.

"You're not going to break me, Ulquiorra," you assure him, a smile growing along your face.

"You're so wet," he comments, gritting his teeth and your stomach twists into knots.

"You make me wet, Ulquiorra," you reveal and his eyes widen with interest.

"I do?" he questions and you nod your head. Ulquiorra continues to thrust inside of you, your walls squeezing around his cock.

Ulquiorra moans start to slur out from his lips like a sin and he knits his eyebrows together. It feels good, the way you fit around him and give him such pleasure.

"D-Does it feel good?" you hesitate to ask, furrowing your eyebrows and Ulquiorra inhales sharply.

"Yes," he replies and your eyes widen. The tip of his cock continues to kiss your sweet spot earning moans and groans from you.

"Do you feel good, y/n?" Ulquiorra asks, his lips lingering above yours.

"You have no idea," you comment, panting heavily. Sweat starts to gather around your forehead and the sound of skin slapping fills the room.

Ulquiorra's cock grows harder inside of you, tightening as the cum starts to spill out from his tip.

"Y/N," Ulquiorra moans out your name, filling you up with cum as his cock twitches. He breathes heavily and lowers his head, becoming tired.

With one more swift thrust, his cock reaching the inside of your tummy, you scream out as you squirt all over his cock, your juices oozing out from your cunt. It drips down your thighs and Ulquiorra thrusts slowly before completely stopping.

You both lay there, Ulquiorra's cock sitting inside of you, filling you up. You both pant heavily and Ulquiorra rests his head on your chest.

"That...was amazing," Ulquiorra breathes heavily as you wrap your arms around his lower back.

"Should I-?" he asks, glancing down at his cock still stuffed inside of you. You place your hand on his chest and shake your head.

"No, it's fine. Let's just stay like this for a while," you suggest and Ulquiorra nods his head. He lowers his head down and kisses you, softly.

#ulquiorra smut #ulquiorra bleach #ulquiorra shiffer #bleach imagines #bleachanime #bleach headcanons #bleach anime #bleach x female reader #bleach x reader #bleach x y/n #bleach x you #ulquiorra x reader #bleachichigo #bleach #ulquiorra cifer #ulquihime #bleach ulquiorra #smut

[bioodorange]

predator and prey -> Slasher! EJ x FinalGirl!Reader (preview)

this is the first few words only! i have the rest outlined and wasn't sure if you guys would like me to continue it or not!!

CW!! uh not much so far, slight degradation if you squint, size difference

and GN reader as usual besides one mention of a "final girl"

Please tell me what you think and if I ya wanna see another part

NSFW BELOW THE CUT!! MDNI

No one likes feeling afraid.

The relentless trembling of your body, the sticky feeling of your skin being covered with sweat.

You may even cry, tears welling in your eyes and blurring your vision.

It gets hard to see, hard to breathe and everything feels impossible.

Especially survival. 

People aren’t meant to be hunted like animals

Yet here you were

Running frantically through the woods as if you were something’s prey

You were the last one left, the last person alive and the only one still fighting.

A dull ache ran through your body, you yearned for a break. The only thing keeping you going was the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You needed to survive.

However, exhaustion was beginning to weigh on you. Lungs burning with every breath became harder and harder to breathe.

You began to slow down, body swaying as you tried to carry on, but you couldn’t.

Your skin burned as it scraped against the coarse forest floor. Blood peaked through small cuts on your palms and cheeks, dribbling out as you gazed down at your hands. 

Fuck!

You were the fucking final girl god damnit! You-

You couldn’t help the gasp of fear that escaped your lips as you looked up, emotions flickering between shock and fear. 

Towering above you, was the damned man himself- if you could even call him that.

He barely registered as human in your mind. 

He hardly even looked the part. 

He was unnaturally big, even when you weren’t curled up on the ground, bordering on 7 feet tall.

Nearly every inch of his skin was covered, the only thing you could make out was the ashy tone of his neck from beneath his hood.

His face was completely obscured by an expressionless, blue mask. 

The only thing human about him was the tufts of curly, dark hair that escaped his hood.

How he got so close without you noticing? You would never know.

“Go to hell!” You hissed at him, glaring into the empty voids of his mask.

His chest rumbled he had hummed- no laughed in amusement.

Silently he crouched down, his figure somehow still towering over yours.

You gritted your teeth, pressing your blooded palms into the dirt in an attempt to push yourself away from him.

In return, he leaned in closer, masked face now mere inches from yours. 

“Don’t run.” he chastised, hand reaching out to snatch up one of your wrists, pulling you back towards him with a swift tug.

His height forced him to lean in slightly to make eye contact, his broad shoulders blocking everything else from view.

All you could see was him.

“There’s no use in it, I’m only going to catch you again, you might as well behave.”

Your heart beat out of your chest, body shaking in his grasp. Like hell you were going to behave.

With your last bit of energy, you forced your knee up between the two of you and pushed, hoping it would create some distance.

For one glorious moment it worked, a glimpse of the starry night sky peaked in your vision as you fell back onto the forest floor- but the man came with you.

With a grunt, he landed ontop of you, caging your small body between his large frame and the ground.

It was only now that it dawned on you how big he was.

The upper half of his body almost covered yours entirely, one of his hands easily held both of your wrists pinned above your head.

You swallowed dryly, feeling a wave of heat rush through you-

You hoped to god it was simply a survival instinct, your adrenaline kicking in.

“I--”

“It’s like your begging me to hurt you.” he hummed, deep voice cutting off your own.

He leaned in again, body hovering over yours as he spoke again

“I think we could both use a break, don’t you?”

#Ej #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack #eyeless jack smut #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader

[stanchett]

ooooh for the prompts, maybe sub!lucifer x reader, like lucifer not in a million years thinking that being submissive would be enjoyable but after reader touches her wings lucifer is like ....... whaT are these Feelings :) so like i guess a wink kink? haha

Here you go, anon! It’s a little shorter than my other fics, but I hope you enjoy it!! This is also unbeta'd, so I apologize for any errors I might've missed!!

Also, thanks so much for 500 followers??? I’m floored by all the support on my writing, you guys are the best 🫶

AO3 Link

Playing with Fire

Warnings: NSFW

1.6k words

The black marble floors of Lucifer’s throne room stung your bare feet with a chill at each step, contrasting perfectly with the heat of the hellish realm. The air smelled of burnt sandalwood, vanilla and sin; a strangely comforting scent, one signature to the Morningstar. You ascended the steps to find them seated at the edge of the small pit of fire at the center of the room, fingers dancing amid the flames. You watched closely, their long digits twirling them around, coaxing them higher. They had yet to regard your presence, but they spoke up nonetheless. 

“My curious Little Lamb.” Your next steps were hesitant, and you came to a halt a few feet from them. Deciding it was in your best interest to remain on their good side, you knelt before them out of respect, dropping to one knee and lowering your gaze to the floor. Out of your line of sight, they turned to take you in in your submissive state, a pleased smile crossing their features. 

After several moments, you lifted your eyes to meet theirs, and a chill ran down your spine at the way they looked down at you. “Rise, and join me,” were their only words, turning their attention back to the flames beside them. 

You stood slowly, hands clasping behind your back as you moved in their direction. Taking a seat in front of them on the cool ruddy stone, you turned your gaze to the fire as well, its heat licking at your exposed skin around your white silken gown. A rogue spark flew in your direction, landing on the back of your hand. You hissed in pained surprise, and shook it in the air briefly. The Morningstar only chuckled; of course your pain brought them joy. The sound of their laugh distracted you momentarily, as it was a sound that hinted at the life they once lived - it was an angelic, throaty sound. You scowled in return, but couldn’t help the blush that rose to your cheeks. You were making a habit of proving yourself a fool in front of this timeless being. 

“Give me your hand,” they said gently, reaching out their own in encouragement. Placing it palm-down, you assumed they meant to tend to your small wound, but they turned it upward instead, their other hand still dancing amid the flames. Drawing it out, they brought with them a perfectly round ball of heat, and you watched as they manipulated it with their fingers. “Keep very still.”

They eased the ball of fire into your palm, and you gasped. You watched in bewilderment as it failed to burn you. Instead it danced and lashed about, hovering only inches above your flesh. Eyes wide, you shot them a wide grin, amazed at its inability to harm you. Their fingers rose to toy with it absentmindedly before scooping it from where it sat and dropped it back into the pit. 

You scooted closer toward them, their adoring gaze inviting you into their space. As your eyes swept over their form, they fell to their glorious wings peeking over their shoulders before rising to meet theirs. You were so curious about them; were they heavy? How often did they use them for their intended purpose? How did Lucifer dress in their robes if they protruded from their back? As you pondered, their smirk never left their face, as if they could sense your questions before you voiced them. 

“What do they… feel like?” You nodded in the direction of the leathery appendages, hoping such a question wasn’t too imposing. You couldn’t imagine carrying the literal nor metaphorical weight on your shoulders as a reminder of your faults. Lucifer turned their head to regard them before answering, and they fluttered in acknowledgement. 

“I suppose they took some getting used to, but adjust to them, I did,” they answered plainly. Your fingers twitched in curiosity, hand still resting in the Morningstar’s much larger one. They raised an eyebrow and caught your gaze, spurring you on to ask what you really wanted to. 

“May I touch them?” Their eyes narrowed at you, not out of anger, but in interest. They thought you quite brave for making such a request. Not a single soul in Hell dared touch them in that way, let alone ask to. Realizing you could do no harm to them in their own dominion, they silently obliged, left wing unfolding from behind them. Your eyes followed its length outward; their wingspan was easily eight feet, maybe more. Stretching to its full size, it flexed around its owner’s form in your direction before coming to rest a few inches from where you sat, shielding you from the doorway through which you entered. 

Your fingers were gentle as you reached out, allowing only the backs of them to stroke the bone beneath darkened flesh. They were much softer than you had anticipated, and the joints twitched at the contact. You flinched away at the small reflex, before spreading the pads of your fingers over the expanse between its thinner connective structures. Your fingers traced the small veins that showed through them due to the fire’s light delicately, and a small sigh emanated from beside you. Your movements stilled as you turned your head to meet the gaze of a flushed Lucifer Morningstar, who immediately retracted their wing to their back. 

“I think that is quite enough.” You didn’t mean to offend them, and you assumed you had, until your mind put the pieces together. They refused to meet your eyes with their own, which were now hooded by something darker, as they turned their attention back to the flames beside you both - desire. Boldly you stood from your seat, and your feet padded their way behind them. Both folded wings sat before you, and you knelt upon the raised ring of stone to maintain your height with theirs. Against your better judgement, you reached out and placed your hands on their shoulders and began massaging through their blood-red robes. A hum of approval came as a welcomed surprise as you manipulated the tense muscles beneath, Lucifer’s eyes fluttering shut as they succumbed to the contact. The sound filled you with a newfound confidence, and you lowered your lips to their ear.

“If I didn’t know better, I would think you enjoyed that…” You were pushing your luck, you knew, but if your reward was more of the heavenly sounds of their pleasure, how could you even consider stopping yourself? The glorious entity before you sighed again, more deeply in response to your whispers. 

Your fingers worked the muscles to the base of their wings, thumbs digging into where they were rooted in their back. A low growl rattled in Lucifer’s chest and you placed an open-mouthed kiss on their pulse point, tongue tracing over the sensitive skin. Their initial shock at the eroticism gave way to submission and they melted into your touch, their posture going more slack as you continued in your descent upon them. 

Both wings spread outward to half their full length to grant you better access, and you smoothed your hands over their upper ridges, digits dancing over their horned peaks. A breathy moan fell from Lucifer’s mouth as your gentle touch swept over the sharp points, and you whispered to them again, your voice dropping several octaves. 

“Would the Ruler of Hell do me the pleasure of touching themselves for me?” You nearly groaned at the suggestive nature of your own question, and their legs immediately fell apart. Taking advantage of the large split in their robes, you watched as their long fingers stroked up their bare thigh, and you blushed upon realizing they had been naked beneath them the whole time. 

You timed your next move perfectly; just as their touch reached the apex of their thighs, you brushed your thumb over the curved edge of the horn in your grasp, and the Morningstar threw their head back against your shoulder with a rumbling moan. The effect you had on them amazed you. What began as innocent curiosity had turned into something so much more fruitful and satisfying. 

Lucifer’s breaths were labored as you continued to work them up, hands rubbing and squeezing along the joints of their massive wings. You then splayed your fingers apart, running them down the expanse of flesh between them. They quivered in response, their breaths shaky as they drew closer to their climax. Your mouth watered at the sight of them pleasuring themselves, the muscles of their forearm flexing as they circled their bundle of nerves that was just barely hidden from sight. Pressing your body into their back, you applied pressure to where their wings sprouted from the pale, toned flesh beneath the red silk, and they relished in the closeness. 

With a final stroke over the lower tips of their leathery appendages, they came undone before you with stifled cry. Your hands grasped their waist as Lucifer fell, steadying them against your form. You pressed a kiss to the top of their spine causing them to shiver before you pulled away, any and all confidence you had dissipating that very moment. Unsure of their reaction, you bowed your head as they turned to face you once more. Their hands caressed your jaw reassuringly, raising your head to meet their eyes. Their features were relaxed, and any worry left your mind upon regarding them as they spoke in the timeless fashion you adored. 

“You have served me well, Little Lamb. Allow me to return the favor.”

#lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer morningstar #the sandman #gwendoline christie #my fics

[harmonictechnicality]

After their weekly performance at The Hideout, Eddie and his bandmates decide to hit up the County Fair.

He’s up for anything until they get to the fourth room of the funhouse. It’s a small, pitch-black space with flickering lights. The mirrors reveal reflections that are just blurred figures. If he squints, Eddie can see himself silhouetted by waves of dark hues.

It all becomes disorienting very fast. He’s spinning in circles, searching for his friends that are clearly not there anymore. The lights give him a killer headache and the ambience of circus music and screaming children is sending him into sensory overload. So instead of doing the Normal Person Thing of exiting the room, he huddles into the nearest corner. Trapped in his foggy mind.

Eddie has been muttering ‘shit shit goddamnit’ to himself for a few minutes now, when someone responds.

“You okay?” It’s a lower voice. He’s not entirely sure where it’s coming from either - maybe somewhere in the shadowy room or on the other side of the geometric mirror wall beside him.

“Um.” Eddie sniffles, unaware that he’d been crying. “Just overwhelmed, I guess.”

“Me too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah - where are you?”

“Flickering lights room.”

Footsteps get a little closer, stopping a few feet away. Eddie looks up but can’t see any details besides lightly colored clothes. The guy bends down next to Eddie and he is able to observe a few more features: young. Dark eyes. Definitely lots of hair.

“Mind if I join you down here?” The guy asks, voice subdued but speaking clearly over the noisy music.

Eddie shakes his head no, instantly realizing they probably can’t see his reaction. “I don’t mind.”

The two of them sit quietly in this bizarre space, but it’s better than being alone. They wait for a group of rowdy teenagers to pass before speaking to one another.

“Did you hear about that explosion over the summer - in Hawkins?”

“At the mall?” Of course Eddie heard about it. The whole thing was all over the news a few months ago. Lots of casualties.

“Yeah.” The guy pauses, clears his throat. “I was there that night.”

“I thought nobody survived?”

“Got out before everything…” his voice trails off, stuck in an unwanted memory. “Anyways, fireworks and loud crashing sounds really fuck me up these days.”

Eddie hums in response. There’s a lot of unspoken trauma from this kind stranger and a lot of unspoken irrational fears from Eddie. Both perspectives somehow able to connect in this moment. Melding into a chain on the floor of this sketchy carnival attraction.

There’s a cymbal crash in the blaring speakers above them. Both of them swearing ‘shit’ in unison.

“It appears that loud crashing sounds fuck me up too.” Eddie jokes nervously.

There’s enough dim lighting for Eddie to see the guy nod, laughing softly. “You live in Hawkins?”

“Unfortunately. You?”

“Yup.”

“Think we know each other?”

“It’s a small town.” The guy shifts his weight. Eddie watches him scoot closer, as if he’s trying to get a better look at Eddie’s face. “Is this okay?”

He’s clamors towards Eddie slowly, hovering a few inches away. Waiting for Eddie to say something. Anything.

“Uh huh.” Which is barely audible, but the guy moves in to examine Eddie.

As the stranger looks him up and down, Eddie also tries to inspect his face - getting more than a little distracted by this guy’s fucking cologne. He smells like amber incense. He smells rich.

There’s definitely familiarity in his movements. In his voice. In his smile.

There’s also tension between them now. The guy is almost over top of Eddie and no longer inspecting his facial features. Eyes dropping to Eddie’s lips. Staying there.

“Still hard to see you,” Eddie’s voice goes dry. Throat muscles tensing up at this change in atmosphere.

“Yeah.” The air between them heating up from their words. “I can see enough to know you’re cute though.”

The stranger lifts his finger into Eddie’s hair and twirls one strand around playfully. Eddie goes breathy at the contact. He’s not usually this shy, but it’s not everyday he gets seduced at a local fair either.

“Maybe it’s better if we don’t know each other.” Eddie finally leans in close enough to see the stranger has a few freckles scattered on his cheeks. He finds the courage to touch one of the freckles, skating his hand down the guy’s neck. “Maybe we can make a brief, but worthwhile memory out of our shitty circumstances.”

“Close your eyes,” the stranger whispers.

His breath is so warm and thick, surrounding Eddie’s mouth. Their lips graze for a fleeting second before someone starts yelling in the next room over.

“Steve!” The high-pitched voice yells again.

“Damnit.” He sighs deeply into the thin space between them. “It was really nice to meet you.” He squeezes Eddie’s hand before standing up. Swiftly exiting out of a nearby corridor.

“Steve, come on!” They call out again.

“Coming!” He shouts back.

And that’s when Eddie grasps the reality of what almost happened. Pastel clothes. Perfect hair. Rich boy cologne.

Eddie Munson almost kissed Steve Harrington in a funhouse full of mirrors.

The Steve Harrington.

None of the mirrors in this room are broken, but damn - it sure as hell feels like his world has been shattered into tiny shards of glass.

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Chapter 8 - Clipped Wings

Ashamed that Dean has discovered her wings, Y/N takes matters into her own hands to fix the problem.

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TW: This chapter contains self mutilation of wings that may be triggering for those that struggle with the topic of self harm. I am not trying to romanticize the subject, please don’t be afraid to seek help if you feel unsafe. 

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My head spins as I clutch at my chest, willing myself to breathe in ragged breaths. My body shivers from the uncomfortable cold sweat that clings to my skin. My hands, feet, and tip of my nose goes numb, the feeling much like the buzz of a static TV.

I wobble to my feet and hastily pop open the buttons on my shirt with shaky hands. I shove the fabric off my shoulders and let it pool around my feet. Once again, I’m completely vulnerable. Staring myself down in the mirror, my eyes full of resentment at the twisted version of myself staring back at me.

How could you be so careless? Now he knows how much of a freak you really are! I scold myself, gripping the edges of the sink and hang my head in shame.

Taking a piece of bandage from the front of my chest, I carelessly rip it in half with the sudden strength arising from the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I hastily unwind the wrap of musty bandages, revealing the tattered skin underneath which is now a blotchy red color from the lack of circulation. I cringe as I feel my wings pop free from the restrictive binding. Unsurprisingly, they’ve grown since the morning, reaching nearly a foot in length that now fall just above my hip. More feathers have filled in, some of them small, fuzzy, and gray, hugging the bone. And others that are long and white with a golden shimmer at the tips. They stretch out as far as their length will allow, trying to soothe the aching feeling from being confined for so long.

I glare at myself in the mirror, disgusted at how far I've fallen from the simple human I once was. This is what Lucifer wants. He wants me to become a monster just like him, trapping me into a life bound to my captor. This has been his plan all along.

I shake my head, my knuckles turning white from gripping the porcelain sink with the strength of a bull. Tears well up in my eyes, blurring my vision and clouding my mind.

I know what I have to do.

Carefully, I grab the powerful angel blade off the bathroom floor, hugging it to my chest. If this is the only thing that can kill an angel, surely it will get the job done.

 I turn on my heels and tilt my head back to see my wings clearly in the mirror, and with that it’s decided: they must be removed by any means necessary. I take a deep breath, gripping the angel blade, just as Dean taught me and press the blade to the top of my wing, just a few inches from where they distend from my back. I hesitate for a few seconds, my body shaking with fear and doubt that lasts for a fleeting moment. With one swift motion, I slice the blade across, cutting through the thin layer of flesh.

“Fuck,” I hiss under my breath. I’ve been hurt before many times in my life and I have the scars to prove it, but nothing compares to the pain that radiates from my wings. They’re more sensitive than I ever could’ve imagined.

Blood dribbles down from the wound, staining the white feathers surrounding the area. The sound of quiet droplets hitting the tile floor below cuts through the silence of the room.

My breath comes in ragged and my heart beats a thousand miles per second. With renewed determination, I bite my lip and hover the blade, just above the incision.

“Y/N?” Dean asks from the other side of the door, startling me out of my trance. His voice is low and caring, but very clearly concerned.

“Go away Dean,” I reply weakly, biting back the sobs that so badly want to spill out.

“Let’s just talk about this,” he says in a kind voice. I hear a soft thud, presumably from him leaning his head on the door.

Part of me wants to stop what I'm doing and open the door for him, let him come in and comfort me like I know he can, but I don’t. This is how it has to be. This is how I break Lucifer's hold on me. This is how I reclaim my humanity.

Ignoring his pleas, I drag the blade further down the weeping laceration, sawing until the bone is exposed. I involuntarily hiss and drop the blade to the floor as agonizing pain surges through me. It makes a loud clattering noise that rings out like the chime of a bell. This time the results are much more severe. Blood pours out of the wound, drenching my entire wing in a sickening crimson coating. Feathers flutter to the ground in clumps, landing in the forming pool of blood below. The feathers that were once pure and white, now stained in my misery, forever corrupted by sin. 

“Y/N? What are you doing in there?” Dean asks in a distressed voice.

I don’t respond, partially because I don’t want him to know the answer to the question, and because I’m unable to make any sound besides weak groans. My knees give out and I fall to the ground, slumping forward and tucking my head into my knees. I can’t stop the heaves of sobs that shake my body as the pain and torment becomes too much to handle.

“Y/N OPEN THIS DOOR!” He demands, knocking incessantly.

A whimper escapes my lips as the world slowly starts to spin. Every ounce of energy in me feels as if it's draining rapidly. My whole body feels light and the need to keep fighting slowly fades away, the pain grows dim and my mind becomes a blank slate, the emptiness feels warm and inviting.

The quiet clicks and jingles of the doorknob fill the silence, becoming more imperative by the second. With one final tick, the lock gives in and the door swings open with a bang.

I cusp my hand over the injury in a pitiful attempt to hide what I'd done.

“Oh fuck,” Dean gasps, immediately rushing to my side. He pulls me close and takes my head in his hands, panic taking over his features.

 My eyes are unfocused and my skin is pale as a ghost.

 He peels my hand away exposing the mess of flesh, feather and bone. His face drops.

I want to resist but I'm too weak to fight him. “Dean…” I groan softly, using all my energy to look him in the eye. Suddenly my eyelids feel heavy and my pupils drift to the ceiling.

“It’s me. I need you to stay awake, can you do that?” He says in a serious voice, lightly squeezing my jaw, keeping me grounded to reality.

I can’t manage a response as the words get caught in my throat. I blink slowly, widening my eyes as much as I can, trying my best to shake the sleepiness that so desperately calls my name.

He swiftly moves me to lie on the floor, dragging me away from the puddle of blood that stained my feet and hips. I should feel embarrassed that my half naked body is completely exposed to him, but it’s not even a concern that crosses my mind at this moment.

“I have to call Sam and Cas.” He states, fumbling for his phone.

“No!” I cry, “Please don’t tell them.” I meet his eyes with a look of desperation, silently pleading with him.

“Y/N -” He furrows his brows.

“I said no Dean!” I snap, followed by a soft, “Please….”

He thinks for a second before nodding his head and getting to his feet. With a sense of urgency he rushes to the cabinet and grabs the first aid kit, yanking it open with such haste that the flimsy plastic cracks and breaks under his touch. He rummages through the supplies, pulling out a needle and thread, as well as a travel size bottle of antiseptic. 

“You’re gonna need stitches,” he explains. “This is going to hurt a lot.” He looks at me sympathetically, then guides my head to lean on his shoulder. “Bite down, it’ll help with the pain.” 

I nod my head against his broad shoulder, trying to distract myself from the anticipation and anxiety riddling my mind. I can feel the nausea building in my stomach. I barely register his arms moving behind my head with precision as he threads the needle.

“Take a deep breath,” he orders.

I do as he says, attempting to control my breathing. The needle enters my sensitive skin, it feels like searing hot pain as he drags it through to the other side of the injury, pulling the thread taught. I can’t stop the scream that rips through my body. My wings tense up and fan out, trying to escape the pain.

“Shh, I'll make it quick,” he assures me, running a soothing hand down the feathers of my wings. The feeling it leaves is a pleasant surprise of soothing pleasure. I’m thankful for the contrast in sensations that temporarily distracts me from the searing pain.

I screw my eyes shut and bite down on his shoulder hard enough that I probably broke skin through his shirt as he continues to stitch me up. I sob in his arms, my tears stain his signature red flannel, but I'm too far gone to care. 

When the stitches are finished he opens the bottle of antiseptic and pours a bit onto the wound. It should hurt like hell, but at this point my body is too tired to even register the burn.

“All done.” He strokes my hair, letting me rest my head on him for as long as I need. “You made it sweetheart.” He places a tender kiss on the top of my head. “Let me get you cleaned up.”

I lean back, a disheveled mess, allowing him to stand up.

He grabs a fresh towel from the closet, running it under the tap until it's soaked in clean water. He takes a seat behind me, tucking his knees on either side of me and tenderly touches the rag to the bloodied area around the wound.

I hiss at the contact, it stings, but I bite my lip and let him work.

Carefully, he drags the towel down each feather, mopping up the crimson mess that paints my damaged wings like a gruesome crime scene. He takes his time, working his way from the top to the bottom til the feathers are nearly clean, leaving just a tint of pink behind. Without exchanging any words, he runs his fingers through the soft plumage, correcting the placement of the messy crooked ones until they lay neatly. 

I  can’t stop myself from sighing at his touch. His fingers radiate pleasure throughout my wings.

“Gorgeous,” he mutters under his breath, placing a soft kiss between my shoulder blades. 

“Th- thank you Dean,” I whisper, turning my head back to look at him, but still feeling a twinge of doubt.

“Don’t mention it, sweetheart,” he replies, his voice sweet and caring. He takes the excess of medical wrap and carefully wraps the cloth around the stitches, biting off the end with his teeth and tucking it away securely. He stands up and plops the dirty towel in the sink and washes away the blood that soaks his hands until the water runs clear, drying them on the sides of his jeans. Turning back to me, he lifts me off the floor like I weigh nothing to him and brings me to my bed, carefully laying me on the mattress, being mindful of my butchered wing. He scoots in next to me, pulling me close and wrapping his arm around my waist.

I rest my head on his chest, the rise and fall of his breathing instantly calm me.

“Why?” is all he can say.

The question hangs in the air as I scramble for the right thing to say, but it’s difficult to explain.

“I tried to get rid of them. I had too,” I try to explain, but the words become lost in translation. “I’m tired of being a freak…” I say in a hushed tone.

“You’re not a freak Y/N.” His hands wander to my wings, carefully tracing each feather. “You’re beautiful,” he coos. “Promise me you’ll never do this again,” he says in a more serious tone, his eyes brimming with tears.

I falter for a moment, the thought of living like this for the rest of my miserable life leaves me feeling sick. But, perhaps one day I could also learn to love the wings that Dean finds so utterly beautiful.

“Promise,” I reply, tucking my cozying my head into his chest and wrapping a damaged wing around us. 

He strokes my hair and I melt into his touch. 

Despite the disaster I had just subjected us too, I feel protected in his arms, like nothing could ever hurt me.

“Sleep” He whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

And with that I drift off into a peaceful slumber, thankful for the safe haven that is Dean Winchester.

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Public Enemy (Part 7)

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Pairing; Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, Mafia!Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 6,955

Warning: oral sex (m & f receiving), nipple play, fingering, squirting,

Description: Your elder sister was not one to disappear. After quitting her job she fought and worked hard for years in, you knew something was wrong - even when everyone insisted there wasn’t foul play involved. So, you go on your own investigation to find the truth of what just happened to your elder sister.

"Welcome in." you say emotionlessly, not bothering to smile at the two men who enter. You don't even bother to look their way, organizing the shelf from behind the counter where you stood. It was a late night again on your shift at the convenience store and business was slow besides a few people coming in every hour, nothing far too busy.

You look up at the two men as they approach you, and when you do you're met with a gun pointed straight at you. Your eyes widened but your first reaction was to stiffen, not making any movements. Your heart is pumping outside your chest and you're mentally cursing at yourself for not listening to your sister when she told you not to work late hours. The location of the store you worked in wasn't in a sketchy area and you always considered yourself safe. 

Until now.

You flinch when you hear the sound of glass breaking, clenching your eyes shut. The glass counter has been shattered and all you can do was shrink to the ground and whimper as they took random items held inside. The store was ransacked - knocking everything down they could. You're trembling and silently praying that they don't harm you in any way. They could take whatever they wanted as long as you were safe. You weren't going to put your life at risk for a low paying job. 

A gun shot rings throughout the store and you release a low cry, sliding across the floor to hide behind anything to cover yourself. You can feel the tears falling down your cheeks now and your heart felt moments from exploding. Your head is ringing, not processing the shouting that's happening a few feet away from you.

You scream when you feel a hand touching your shoulder You're kicking and throwing punches, trying to defend yourself the best way you could. You were no match for two men wit weapons, but you weren't going down without a fight. 

"Y/N. Calm down." the familiar voice hisses in your ear. 

You do, opening your teary eyes to look at the familiar ones looking down at you. Yoongi looks the same as he always did while he stares back at you with curious eyes. 

"H-How did you-"

"You were nearly killed." Yoongi interrupts, shaking his head. He's leaning down to face your trembling figure. "I told you it wasn't safe working at night."

You try to look behind him, but can't due to the amount of glass on the large counter hiding whatever damage he's done. Your eyes glance back at him. 

"Come with me, Y/N." Yoongi's words are stern when he speaks. You finally notice the gun in his hands and wonder if that was the gun you heard. "You aren't safe working here. What if these men took advantage of you?"

You shake your head slowly, hands wiping the tears from your eyes. You needed to heed your sisters warning when it came to Yoongi - it was the reason you avoided him for months now. You weren't safe anywhere if he was involved - even if he did get rid of a few theives. 

"Y/N-"

A gunshot sounds once more, resulting in a startled scream from you. You're holding your knees to your chest when a tall man hovers above the broken glass counter and points a gun towards you and Yoongi. You're unsure what to do - there's not running from either of the men. You were left utterly defensless and all you can do was continuing to cry as Yoongi lifts his arm to shield you. 

You aren't shot - but that doesn't stop the shock in knowing you were inches from being so. The bullet is 5 inches above your head and you're sure if you hadn't ducked that it would've gone straight through your forehead. In a matter of seconds, Yoongi sends three of his own shots to the man behind the counter, all hitting him in the chest. He releases a sigh before turning to your whimpering figure.

"Are you okay, baby?" Yoongi asks, cold hands touching your face. He's glad you don't flinch away from him like you've done many times before he has come to visit you - a sign of you warming up to him.

You shake your head. You don't register your next move and blame it on the shock of current events. You wrap Yoongi in a tight embrace, crying hysterically in his arms as he rubs your back with a soft smile on his lips. 

You push past the sea of people to sit yourself at the bar. You had the bracelet wrapped around your wrist that allowed you to get you free drinks without paying - something you consider yourself extremely lucky to have. It was weird how you suddenly won something as amazing as this, but you weren't one to question your fate. You accepted it and dragged your sister out for the night - right on time for her promotion.

Your eyes flicker to the dance floor, watching as your sister awkwardly speaks with the tall man she works alongside, her cheeks bright with embarrassment but you were hoping she would take this as her sign to sleep with him.

"Can I get a round of shots?" you speak to the bartender as he comes around to you. You flash your bracelet and he nods his head. "Surprise me." you wink before he can ask the type of alcohol.

While your sister was - hopefully - with her colleague, you were going to be here drinking your night away. Nothing was going to stop you from enjoying this night - free of charge. Persona was a night club far too expensive for your budget and if they were willing to provide for your time here, who were you to stop them?

"That's a lot of shots for one girl." a voice says besides you, smoothly entering you ears and appears to drown out the music.

Your eyes glance at the man seated besides you, the crowd of people who once squished you into your seat had now scurried away to allow space for him. You noted quickly that the man was wealthy - how much you were unsure. The cologne he wore stood out in such a crowded room, it had you unknowingly leaning closer to him.

"I wouldn't be here if I was a girl." you retort, grabbing a shot and downing it the next second. "I'm a grown woman after al."

The man watches as you take another shot, the dark liquid trailing down the corners of your mouth. Your tongue reaches out to lick it away and at that, he smirks.

Your eyes scan his clothing - dark suit with the same dark shirt underneath, with a few buttons undone to show off his pale skin. He leans against the bar, his eyes not leaving yours and you don't take your eyes away from him either. The staring the two of you do are bold and not subtle in the slightest - you can see the way his eyes scan your figure with a bite of his lip. Your eyes remain on his hands far longer than you'd care to admit, witnessing just how large and veiny - overall beautiful - they were, especially with the amount of rings littering his fingers.

"I'm sure you are." was his only response.

You lean forward, grasping a shot between your manicured hands. You're unsure what it was - clear mystery liquid - but that's what makes things fun.

Yoongi watches as you down another shot, his head tilting to watch you with hooded eyes. You downed a few of them already, and by the way you roll your neck and stretch out, he knows you're feeling the humidity that comes with liquor.

You lift yourself from your seat, eyes watching his as he does to yours. You find the way his legs are stretched out as an invitation to sit upon him, far too confident to know he wouldn't have a problem with it. And he doesn't, not when he straightens his legs to make you more comfortable and his hand rests on your thigh.

"Shot?" you furrow a brow, already grabbing a random shot from the tray of liquor. When Yoongi - the man who you have yet to know the name of, but that never stopped you before - nods his head, you smirk at him. You place the shot against his lips. He opens his mouth and downs the shot, a few droplets dropped down his chin.

Yoongi grunts when he feels something warm poke against his skin. You're licking from his chin to the corners of his mouth. You giggle, a drunk giggle that sends shivers up his spine. His nails are digging into the naked skin of your thigh, but you don't mind. You enjoy making men squirm beneath you, the sense of power it gave you was welcoming.

"What's your name?" Yoongi asks hastily, licking his lips.

"What's yours?" you retort, brining another shot in your hands.

"Yoongi."

You hum, tilting your head cutely at him. "Yoongi..." you let the name roll off your tongue, already knowing what it would do to a man like him. Yoongi stiffens against you, unknowingly leaning closer to you. "Why do you want to know my name, Yoongi?"

Yoongi doesn't hesitate to respond. "I would want to at least know your name before I make you cum."

You giggle, but you could feel the throbbing between your legs. He was confident, that was for sure. It wasn't new for you - you've dealt with confident men before. But with Yoongi, his words were laced with certainty and determination. That confidence mixed with the way his eyes - nearly feline like - bore into yours with lust, and the way his hand grips your thigh...

"Who says you could even make me cum?" you retort, lifting a shot to your lips. You don't take it straight, opting to just dipping your tongue into it as you wait for his answer.

"I could." Yoongi takes the shot from your hands and takes it. The vodka hits his throat and he's disgusted with the taste, but he doesn't show it. "I've been with little girls like you. Think they're hot shit. I've tamed them all without even using my cock."

He was vulgar, but you aren't phased. You would blame it on the attractiveness he possessed - because if not, you would have surely ran by now. Your eyes dip down to his hand and your mind is wandering to places they shouldn't be, but aren't ashamed that it does. "Do you use your hands?" you ask him boldly.

"Sometimes." Yoongi responds.

"With the rings on?"

Yoongi smirks. He notices the way your eyes look towards his hands and he lifts it up, allowing you to look at the amount of sparkling gold and diamonds wrapped around his fingers. "Is that what you prefer?"

Your eyes flicker to him and the corners of your lips tug. "Y/N." you murmur, not willing to repeat yourself incase he didn't hear.

But Yoongi does hear you clear as day. He leans closer to you, hand grabbing a random shot glass. He furrows a brow at you. "Mind if I take a shot?"

You shrug your shoulders. Yoongi nods his head in thanks. You flinch when you feet the shot being pour along your neck and chest and feel his lips upon your skin, tongue trailing around your neck and breast to lick it up. You bite your lip, eyes closing a bit. He was good - and experienced. He knew what he had to do to make you - someone who always led in situations such as this - crumble in his lap.

Yoongi's lips stop close to your lips, you could feel his breathing tickling your skin. "I could show you what I do." he murmurs.

You bite your lips and nod your head. There wasn't a reason to not give into him - he was attractive and knew what to do to make you feel crazy with need. It wouldn't hurt in letting him make you cum - just for one night.

Yoongi lifts himself from the bar stool swiftly, making sure you don't fall from his lap. His hands place themselves on your hips firmly, gently pushing you to walk ahead of him as he guides you to your destination. Your eyes scan the crowd for your sister but don't find her. You tell yourself that she'll be alright - she was more than capable of fending for herself as she was a detective now. Not only that, she was with one of her collegues and you're only hoping she had his cock in her throat by now.

Yoongi takes you to a back room, your mind asking yourself how many times he's been here tonight. However, you don't ask because you don't care as much. As far as you know, he is single and so are you. He closes the door behind him and you turn on your heels to see him directly behind you, a smirk on his lips.

"So, Yoongi..." you begin to step back, heels clicking against the floor. "...how are you going to show me how good you are?"

Yoongi takes a step forward, following you until your heels hit the back of the leather couch. You seat yourself atop of it, with him coming besides you. Yoongi was hungry in the way he places his lips upon yours. He wastes no time in feeling you, his hands wandering around the tight dress you wore and you appreciated the gesture. He then removes his lips from yours once they were swollen enough to place heated kisses down your neck and exposed collar bone. "Are you okay?" he murmurs hastily, eyes flickering to you for confirmation.

You nod your head just as hastily as Yoongi asks, wanting him to continue. He does, tongue trailing between your breasts, his eyes watching you as he does. His hands cup your breast, giving them a squeeze before he tears the top of your dress down, marveling at the sight of your already hard nipples. He doesn't hesitate to wrap his mouth around one and making sure to pinch the other.

Yoongi shudders when her twirls your nipple around his tongue. He's unsure why he does something to him as much, but he doesn't question it. He would blame it on not being with a woman in w hile - especially a woman like you who knew exactly what she wanted and wasn't afraid to go for it. It wasn't everyday when someone caught his attention - especially in Persona. However, you walked around as if you owned the place and you appeared as though you were wealthy beyond anyone else here.

Yoongi knew of you - thanks to Namjoon. He had his eyes on you throughout the night and understood that you were far from wealthy - but that wasn't going to stop you from appearing as such. Your confidence could often be confused with arrogance, but you weren't self absorbed. You were just a woman who knew her worth and wouldn't settle for less - and that was deadly when it came to him. Because now Yoongi desired nothing but to give you whatever you desired, fully entranced by you.

You feel Yoongi's hand trail down the side of your body, reaching between your legs. You could feel him shuddering beneath you and you feel the sense of power that you're driving him as crazy as he's driving you. He removes himself from your nipple, a trail of saliva connected from his lips to your nipples. He lowers himself between your legs, hands roughly pushing up your dress.

Yoongi licks his lips. You're wearing lace panties that don't hide anything from his eyes. He leans forward to kiss your clothed clit and you hitch your breath.

"I'm going to make you cum." Yoongi murmurs, voice raspy than before. You lick your lips when he pushes your panties to the side, not bothering to take them off. "With just my tongue...and fingers since you enjoy them so much." Yoongi smirks, sending a wink your way.

You feel yourself grown hot, and before you can respond (and agree with him because you did love his fingers already), you feel a warm muscle on your arch your back, releasing a yelp.

Yoongi doesn't allow you to adjust to his tongue. He's pushing your thighs apart and assaulting your clit, tongue swirling as he licks along your clit. His head bobs back and forth, slurping sounds echoing off the wall. You're squirming beneath him, eyes clenching shut. When he said he was going to make you cum, you weren't expecting him to be serious. A man has never made you cum by just oral sex.

Yoongi chuckles against your clit, tongue dipping inside of your pussy just to tease you. You're a mess, but he refuses to stop his actions. He liked your confidence - it reminded him much of himself. However, every once in a while you need to tame a girl like you, and that's exactly what he was planning on doing.

Yoongi lifts himself from your clit and finally you release a sigh of relief. You twitch, eyes flickering open in an attempt to look at him. But, luck isn't on your side when you feel pressure entering you.

Yoongi's fingers begin to pump inside of you, fingers curling as he does so. His eyes look up at you to find you biting your lips.

"Don't hold back." Yoongi hisses, speeding up his pumps inside of you. "I want to hear those precious moans for me."

"I-It's too much." you stutter out. Your hands clench onto the leather couch, trying to hold onto something to not fall down in embarrassment.

"I told you I was going to make you cum, Y/N." Yoongi shakes his head, releasing a few dark laughs. "Isn't that what you want?"

You're nodding your head because damn, you do. You never had anyone as attractive as Yoongi between your legs who was moments from making you cum with just foreplay.

Yoongi places his tongue back onto your clit, fingers curling and pumping inside of you. You can't hold up the shout that releases from your throat at the overstimulation. Yoongi slaps your thighs when you attempt to close your legs. You're trembling now, slowly regretting Yoongi between your legs. When it was all done and the night came to morning, you were going to miss this man.

"Go ahead and cum around my fingers, baby." Yoongi hisses. He hovers above you, his eyes narrowing at your face. You're wet, dripping all over the leather couch and the squealching sounds are bouncing off the walls.

Your hand is wrapped around Yoongi's pumping wrist, but he doesn't slow down. You would even say it drives him to go faster. Your back is arching and soon you could feel yourself releasing around him. A spew of curses spring out of your mouth, body jerking beneath him.

Yoongi is satisfied when you cum, fingers deep inside of you. He slowly takes them out, marvelling at the wetness that's soaking his fingers. He stays close to you, making sure you don't fall from the couch.

You need to catch your breath when you feel Yoongi gently push you up the couch. Your panties adjust themselves when he moves away from you. Your heart is pumping out your chest and your eyes are still trying to adjust again. You weren't expecting this in the slightest - you afraid to admit that you even faked an orgasm to get out of a situation before, something you told yourself you'd never do.

Yoongi was different, and you were afraid of that.

"Do you want something to eat?" Yoongi's voice reaches your ears as you sit up. "The food's here alright, but I'm craving pizza."

You lick your lips, eyes watching his expression. He's wiping his hands on his suit jacket, not caring if it's stained or not. He catches your eyes and tilts his head. "Or...did you want something else?"

"I-I don't know." you murmur, glancing to the ground. "No one's ever did that..."

"What?" Yoongi scoffed. "Make you cum or offer you food?"

You crossed your arms. You wanted to say both, but that would do nothing but give this man a big head. "You don't have to feed me." you assure, standing from the couch and fixing your dress.

"I know I don't have to." Yoongi leans back, eyes examining you. "But I want to. It's the least I can do after making you cum so hard."

You roll your eyes, embarrassed. "Who said I didn't fake it?" you retort.

Yoongi cocks a brow. He stands, shrugging. "You could have faked it." he murmurs. "But we both know you didn't, baby. Now, if you want food then follow me. If not then..." Yoongi shrugs again. "You can go back to the bar and starve."

Your eyes flutter open, the sun shining through your eyes makes you want to shoot yourself. You lift yourself up from the bed, rubbing your eyes. You yawn, eyes fluttering open to adjust to your surroundings.

You nearly forgot about the night prior until now when your eyes adjust to the room. It was minimalistic and opened - the floor length windows had its curtain open to show the surroundings outside. The array of trees makes you marvel at the green and natural sight. Theres a woodened nightstand on your side where your phone and a few of Yoongi's rings laid next to.

Yoongi remained asleep, not squirming when you moved to grab the rings. You recalled him wearing them the night prior, the 4 letters spelling out "Suga". You place them on your fingers, giggling at how large they were against your hands.

The memories of the prior night come to your mind. Yoongi and you had gone and got the pizza he was insisting on getting. It was weird and you felt as though it was a date. It appeared far too domestic after a quickie - but it was free food nonetheless. You both ate and talked and laughed and enjoyed the presence of one another.

And of course, waking up in his bed the next morning meant you stayed with him. You were surprised your throat wasn't hurting after you had him far deep into your throat.

You lick your lips at the memories. Yoongi's cock was beautiful and you enjoyed the tip entirely. Your eyes flicker to him, still sleeping peacefully. Your lips form a wicked smirk and your mind wanders. You dip beneath the covers, hands touching his naked cock until it hardens similarly to the night before. You can hear him groaning, but decide to ignore it.

Your lips wrap around the tip of his cock, sucking on it with a moan. Your hand tightens around the length of his cock, sucking and stroking him.

Yoongi wakes with a deep groan, breath hitching. When his eyes adjust, all he can see is a bobbing beneath his sheets. He bites his lips, throwing the sheets off of him to find you, naked, with his cock in your mouth. Your eyes are dancing with mischief and you don't stop your sucking and pumping.

Yoongi leans his head back and closes his eyes. He bucks his hips with your sucking, a moan slowly could be heard.

"Your mouth feels so good, baby." Yoongi's voice was deep and raspy - his morning voice makes you clench your legs. His hand lays itself onto your head, fingers interlocking in your hair. "You look so cute with my cock in your mouth."

You're moaning while continuing to suck, his tip hitting your throat. His praise makes you want to do more for him - something you've never wanted to do for a man. But Yoongi proved that he was more than just a man.

Your mouth releases Yoongi with a pop, saliva dripping down your chin. You crawl into his lap, eyes watching Yoongi's. Your tip is centered at your entrance and before he can say anything, you sit on him.

Yoongi's throat lets out an embarrassing yelp. You aren't holding back while riding him, both feet planted on either side of him. The bed is shaking beneath the two of you and Yoongi isn't sure where he wants to look. Your breasts are bouncing on top of him, your face is as gorgeous as ever while the sight of your wet pussy bouncing onto his cock. He flicks his eyes all over the place, hands gripping your hips to keep you steady.

"Your cock feels so good." you whisper out, lips inches from his. "I've been waiting to ride it since last night."

"Why didn't you?" Yoongi grunts, nails digging into your hips. "I would've let you."

You smirk at his words, not stopping your bouncing. Your pussy clenches around his cock, the results of doing so makes Yoongi release a spew of curses. "You would've?"

Yoongi is nodding his head like a madman. Why wouldn't he let you fuck him like this? His soul was ready to leave his body any moment now.

"You're acting like you haven't had pussy in a while." you tease, enjoying the way his nails dig into your skin and the moans coming from his mouth. It brough you a sense of power knowing you were doing this to a man like Yoongi - now knowing someone who was the definition of wealth.

Yoongi laughs, biting his lips. He hasn't. He wasn't one to sleep around unless he saw fit. "Not as amazing as this." he responds. His eyes open to look at you, leaning forward to kiss your lips. Both of his hands reach to grip your ass, thrusting his hips forward to fuck into you. "I don't think I ever would." he groans out.

"Fuck..." you hiss, the feel of his hands gripping your ass is the dominance you needed. You could feel him so deep inside of you that you know you wouldn't last.

Yoongi's tongue reaches out to try to catch a nipple into his mouth. He's successful, twirling his tongue onto your nipple before he tugs at it.

"I'm gonna cum." you shake your head, eyes clenching shut.

"Yeah?" Yoongi chuckles. He proceeds to flip you onto your back. He places both of your legs onto his shoulders and places a thumb onto your clit. He fucks into you at a great pace, thumb rubbing harshly at your clit. "Cum then."

Yoongi was going to make it hard for you to leave today. He was determined to make sure he was the best fuck you ever had. He's fucking deep inside of you, hitting a sweet spot that has you yelling out his name. He doesn't stop fucking and assualting your clit, not even when your manicure hand is scratching his chest to slow down. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head and you can feel your stomach clenching.

"Y-You have to stop, Yoongi." you warn him, shaking your head. You were feeling weird - you never felt this way while cumming.

"Go ahead and cum, Y/N. I know that's what you're going to do." Yoongi hisses, the sounds of skin slapping is loud into the room. He removes himself from inside of you, right hand pumping his cock above you while his left thumb is flickering your clit.

You do cum, the liquid shoots out while you shout and tremble beneath him. You can feel a warm substance onto your stomach while you're trying to catch your breath.

"I'm sorry." you murmur. You feel wet - as do the sheets. "I-I never done that before." you're embarrassed, rightfully so. You never came as hard as that before and you already know you wouldn't ever again.

Yoongi lays besides you. "You don't need to apologize." he assures. You've turned him on greatly - the sight of you squirting beneath him would be something he'd never forget. "Are you hungry?"

You remain silent. When you manage to catch your breath, you lift yourself up. "Your rings are nice." you say to him, moving your fingers while you smirk at him. "Here."

"You can leave them on." Yoongi shrugs. "I can buy them again."

You cock a brow. The diamonds on the custom rings must have cost thousands. "Are you sure? I don't have money to buy these from you."

Yoongi rolls his eyes. "I don't want you to buy them from me." he murmurs. "You can keep them if you'd like."

You slowly nod your head. "Thanks." you whisper. You lift yourself from his bed to find your clothing.

Yoongi watches you get dressed. "Have you decided where you wanted to eat at?"

When you lift your dress up, you turn to him and smile. "At home." you respond. "Thank you for making me cum more than once."

"You're leaving?" Yoongi questions, lifting himself to see you placing your feels on your feet.

"Yes." you nod. "There isn't a reason for me to stay."

Yoongi remains silent. You were right. He was not your boyfriend and this was nothing but a one time thing for you.

"Do you need a ride home?" Yoongi calls once you place your hand on his bedroom door handle. "I can-"

"I can find my own way." you interrupt him, sending him a quick smile. "Goodbye, Yoongi."

"How the tables have turned." Jimin says, a sinister look in his eyes. "Pussy has you whipped like the rest of us."

Jungkook laughs aloud and all Yoongi can do is clench his jaw. 

Days turn to weeks and weeks have turned to months since the last time Yoongi saw you. His mind was captured with the thought of you - not all of them sexual, either. He would admit he masturbated to the thought of your mouth wrapped around him and you riding him - he was a man! But, he couldn't help but recall the short time he did spend with you while both of you ate. You were tipsy and probably told him more than you wanted. He knew you adored and looked up to your sister, how you dropped out of school because of financial problems and didn't want to burden your sister with paying it. You admitted that he was the first man to make you cum without sex - an accomplishment.

The fact that you left after squirting was what caught Yoongi off guard. He was never one to cuddle after sex when there wasn't a need to, but the act of free food should have any woman willing to stay. He hadn't even the chance to ask for your number before you were dashing out of his home. 

But that didn't mean that was the last time he saw you. He was no fool - Namjoon had you and in return, he had information on you. You worked at a small convenience store at all times of the night. He hadn't spoke to you and opted to just look at you from the shadows. He thought he was better than this and not like his younger brothers. He didn't need to stoop low as Jimin and ruin your reputation, or like Namjoon and impregnate you in hopes of you staying. 

But that didn't mean Yoongi wasn't willing to do anything if you chose to not be with him. He wouldn't understand why you wouldn't. Afterall, you worked a low paying job to survive and the way you spoke of it, it wasn't as though you enjoyed it. But if you were anything like your elder sister, then he would have a challenge on his hands. He didn't wish to force you into anything because then that would do nothing but lose your trust. 

"I have camera footage from Persona. Everyone is so keen on hooking up in there so," Jimin shrugs his shoulders. "You know what to do."

"No." Namjoon hisses. This was the first time he spoke as they all sat together. "You aren't going to release that footage."

"And why the hell not?" Jimin scoffs. "You all act too good to ruin a little reputation at a convenient store job? Get over yourself."

Namjoon raises a brow, eyes narrowing at Jimin. "Y/N is my unborn child's aunt." he hisses. "I don't need anything happening to her. Are you trying to get me in deeper shit with my fiance?"

Jimin rolls his eyes but remains silent. 

"I agree." Yoongi nods. "I don't want to do that to her. I would be in the same situation as Hoseok and Namjoon..." his eyes flicker to the youngers. "No offense. But gaining that trust back would be hell for me."

Hoseok nods. "Non taken." he murmurs. "But as long as I got her home with me, the trust will come little by little."

Namjoon leans forward on the table. "Y/N looks up to her elder sister. So it won't be easy." Namjoon was sure that you were just as stubborn as your sister, maybe more with your younger age. "Instead of...threatening her life. How about you ask her out?"

"Hm. Didn't think of that." Taehyung snickers. "Hyung is right. She wasn't directly involved with the shit show that was Shin."

"Asking her out should be easy. You already fucked her brains-"

"Please stop." Namjoon raises a hand. "Anyways, hyung," Namjoon glances at Yoongi. "Ask her out. If she says no then..."

"Come to me for that tape!" Jimin sighs loudly. 

Your eyes widen at your sisters appearance. The growing bump behind her jacket is what catches you off guard. You scan her appearance, shaking your head slowly. 

It's been months since you've seen your elder sister. The days leading up to her sudden disappearance was what frightened you the most. When you visited her office, you noticed she was different. Unsure of what it was, you asked her and she assured you it was just stress. You got dinner a few nights until it all stopped. The phone calls were brief until you went days without speaking with her. The messages were about the same. Each time you showed at her work place, you were told she didn't work there anymore. That was a red flag because your sister adored her job and wouldn't quit without speaking with you.

You banged on her front door for what seemed like hours until the neighbors came out and told you no one lived there anymore. You were stunned because, again, your sister would tell you if she suddenly moved from a place she's been at for over a decade. When the calls and messages stopped, you returned to the police station to report her missing. You were told each time that she wasn't missing - just on a vacation. When a month had passed, you made it your mission to go to the station every day until you mananged to catch Namjoon - the same man who she had been with that night at Persona. 

"She's alright, Y/N." Namjoon had told you after you rushed him with hundreds of questions. "I will tell her to contact you."

When you asked Namjoon how he knew where the hell your sister was and you didn't, he admitted that he was soon to be married to your sister. You refused to believe him at first. Your sister didn't go from pining after a man, to marrying him within a few months. Especially when it was to quit the job she worked far too hard for. 

It was until Namjoon showed you the picture on his desk of your sister and him, followed by ultrasound pictures did you feel abandoned by her. 

"You're really pregnant." you murmur, eyes glancing around to avoid her gaze. "I wish I didn't find out through your sudden fiance."

"Y/N. Look at me." your sister demanded and when you don't, she grabs your hands. "I'm trying to talk to you."

"After ignoring me for months?!" you hiss at her, eyes wide. "I called and texted. I went to your apartment to see that you moved and-"

"Stay away from Yoongi." your sister interrupts you with a warning. You furrow a brow. "He's not good for you."

"I-I...what?" you scoff. "I haven't seen Yoongi since that night at Persona."

Your sister sighs in relief. "Keep it that way, Y/N." she says, her voice is low. "Namjoon and Yoongi...they're not good people."

"What are you talking about?" you step closer to her. "Are you okay with Namjoon? Did he hurt you?"

Your sister is biting her lip. "I don't have time to talk to you about this, Y/N." she admits. "I wish I did. I managed to get away from him-"

"Are you being held hostage?" you shake your head. "I knew-"

"I am." your sister's words make your blood run cold. "But I'm safe. He won't hurt me. Yoongi and the rest of these men are out of their fucking minds, Y/N. I want you to stay as far away as possible. He's going to try to come back into your life any way possible...don't allow him to."

Your sister releases her grip on your hands. She offers a small smile before gulping. "I have to go." she murmurs. "I'll text you...I finally got my phone back. That's how I told you to meet me here." your sister motions to the small office inside the clinic. "He couldn't come with me to my appointment today so I called you."

You nodded. The little information she gave you has your head spinning. 

"Y/N. I'm safe...I promise." she murmurs to you. "I want you to be safe. Yoongi may seem like someone who can be trusted but he can't be. They're the same people involved in that case I was working on before I quit."

Your ears catch her words. "The...drug dealer?" you whisper, eyes appearing as a deer caught in headlights. 

Your sister nods her head. "Yes. As far as I know for now, they're the one's who orchestrated it all." you take a deep breath to process the information. "Don't go anywhere unless you need to. Don't be caught alone, Y/N. I'm not saying he would...hurt you but..." your sister looks down at her appearance. "I don't want you to be in my situation."

The car ride back to Yoongi's home was silent. He had promised that you'd get your clothes and personal belongings the next day. Your sister's words are ringing through your mind to not trust Yoongi, but you're left conflicted. You're unsure who to trust after Yoongi had managed to save you twice already by the unknown men attempting to harm you. Your tears had since dried but your cheeks remained swollen and red. 

You pondered what Yoongi had seen in you. For months after speaking with your sister, Yoongi had showed at your work place - you don't recall telling him where it was - and asked you on dates you refused to go on. It didn't stop there, either. You receieved many amounts of gifts at your home arranging from flowers, to sweet desserts all the way to expensive jewlery. 

It was a week prior to the incident today when Yoongi had entered once more with flowers, a smile on his lips as he see's you alone working a slow shift.

You had screamed at him.

You stated how you didn't want to see him anymore.

That if he ever came close to you again you'd call the police.

The look on Yoongi's face would never be released from your mind. He didn't say much, but the "You'll come crawling to me when you have no one." haunts your thoughts. You're unsure what the true meanings of his words were, but you take it as you had no one but your sister. And by the looks of it, your sister was back with Namjoon and not contacting you. She told you all she could through text messages, insuring that she would text first and if she hadn't responded in 5 minutes, to not text until she did.

Yoongi reaches out to touch your hand, startling you back into reality. Your head turns to him and you see he's smiling at you as his left hand grips the steering wheel. He squeezes your hand and says, "You'll be alright once we get home, Y/N." he assures. "I know what happened may be frightening...but it won't happen again."

You don't respond to his words. You can feel yourself growing numb at the situation. Conflicted between your sisters warnings and Yoongi's kindness, you left utterly speechless and drained. You lean your head against the window, eyes watching the way the buildings pass by as Yoongi drives.

Yoongi removes his hand from you when he notices his phone vibrates. He lifts it up from his lap and reads the messages from Hoseok.

'We cleaned up the bodies before anyone managed to call the police.' 

Yoongi hums to himself, sending a quick response. 

'Is Y/N alright? They didn't scare her too much, right?'

Yoongi glances your way. He notes that your eyes are now closed, exhaustion kicking in.

'She's alright. We're going home now.'

Yoongi places his phone back into his lap and continues to drive home. He hated witnessing you cry in such distress, but he wouldn't have to shrink to such measures if you would put your confidence aside and be with him like he wanted. 

But now, Yoongi had you where he wanted you - and he didn't have to ruin your reputation like Jimin desired or force you to stay with him like Hoseok and Namjoon. You came willingly - because in the end, who else would love you like he could?

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masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. trauma bonding with your least favorite bleached blonde coworker.

pairing. angel torres x reader

word count. 1.4k

genre and warnings. movie canon, none gender specific reader, strong language, movie canon violence, hurt/comfort, angsty, enemies to lovers, clothes sharing, smoking, men cry get over it, clothes sharing, trauma bonding | —  me rewatching the movie just to see what type of gaming setup Angel has.

Two months ago, two fucking months ago, you had been employed to floor the electronics aisle station with the annoying bleached blonde incel that would always explain things to you in the most condescending tone.

His annoyance would only get worse since you heard whispers about his one-year relationship ending in him getting coldly dumped as well as ghosted by his "actress" girlfriend.

It was none of your business in the first place, but you did have to admit the smirk that grew on your face when your coworkers were talking shit in the breakroom. 

You never thought that Angel and you would ever see eye to eye on anything, expecting him to be just another male you’d be forced to work with until the company decided to let you go or you finally bit the bullet and resigned.

All of those assumptions were formed before you two had met the Haywood siblings, before you had your own ideas when it came to conspiracy around why OJ wanted you to set up cameras from his roof pointing towards the sky, thinking he was having some sort of nervous emotional breakdown from living in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere. 

Witnessing the proof from behind the camera’s left, you were startled enough to cling onto Angel’s arm as his fingers trembled to dial Emerald’s phone number. That night alone was the first step in the odd relationship you had formed.

The second step was Angel appearing in your driveway with the company van roaring you awake on your day off.

It's not like you had gotten much sleep, still shaken up from the night before, watching the cams behind Angel's shoulder was enough to spook you both for an unprompted drive back to the family ranch in more casual wear.

In hopes for some type of answer, only a very few of your questions were answered, coming to the mind-boggling realization that the still cloud hovering in the sky was in fact something to be worried about. 

Setting up more security measures to capture what the hell was truly unfolding, even with an extra pair of hands, the number of camera procedures left you two fiddling with the wires until dark.

Just as you two hopped in ready to head back home, making it only a few inches away from the farm, it happened.

The first attack shuts off all power completely. Angel dragged you under the dining room table, one hand welding a kitchen knife and the other wrapping around your torso as if his life depended on it. As Jean Jacket rained a thick thunderstorm of blood and items sucked up from the Jupes stage, the indent of his fingers pressing into your skin was already forming bruises. 

You could only silently cry as the entity hovered above the home, struggling to hold your breath as the pace of your heart rang in your ears. 

You don't remember how long you and Angel stayed under the table clinging onto each other, but it was enough for you to jump to your feet the moment that OJ’s van crept down the driveway. 

Angel blocking the front door, holding you and Emerald back from stepping foot out of the home in cowardness, the blonde taking a slap in the face to shake him up enough to let you two slip from the front door and away into safety. 

The third was less stressful; Angel welcomed the Haywood siblings as well as you into his small studio apartment in the city.

It made common sense to seek refuge at his place. You refused to return home on your own, not wanting to deal with the lingering silence at your own flat.

His room was filled with gaming trinkets and posters from cartoons and shows that you’d probably geek out about if you weren't so shaken up over the fact that you could have died hours ago.

The first thing you did was shower. The warm steam was just as relaxing as the water pressure in the small complex. You only realized after your shower that you didn't have a spare change of clean clothes.

Four. Being high wasn’t something that foreign; the feeling of the blunt against your lips and smoke exhaled through your nose as you lounged upside down on top of Angel’s sofa. 

Your hand raised just the right amount for his lips to meet the end of the blunt while he used his hands to play VR. "You okay?" OJ asked from the chair beside you two.

The question had genuinely left you feeling off guard, and you sat up before all the blood could rush to your brain. 

Your fingers fidgeted with the sweater strings from Angel’s Ghost hoodie that engulfed your future entirely, the material like plush against your clean skin.

"Could be better, honestly, but I'm alive." 

Five. The feeling of Angel’s fingers linking with yours as his headset stayed on felt like a sense of stability, something in the way that your heart beat just a little louder from the contact.

You had been craving his touch since you two had shared the bed for the night. Emerald snored on the couch as OJ took a blanket and pillow to rest in the van.

You stirred away to the feeling of Angel tossing and turning against his sheets at the other end of his mattress.

Once he had caught your eye, he whispered a genuine apology, continuing how he was having trouble falling back to sleep after everything had just unfolded.

Six, you draped your arm over Angel's torso, cuddling against him, feeling goosebumps form on the back of his neck as your cheek brushed against him. 

"I like you." You hold him closer as his eyes squeeze shut and he cries in your arms.

Returning back to the ranch was the hard part, still in Angel’s hoodie as Holst was added to the equation, another player to help bait the cryptid being to attack once more. 

You were put on gear duty with Emerald stealing the inflatable dancers from any car dealership that you could get away with setting up for the perfect plan to capture Jean Jacket. 

And that’s when shit hit the fan. 

Seven, you were based in the ranch home with Emerald, keeping watch from the windows as the plan unfolded. What you didn't expect to see through your binoculars was the biker zooming down the long driveway.

"Hey, you gotta get the hell up out of here." You shout from the second-story window. 

The biker's helmet only turns eerily towards your direction, Emerald stalking towards the male from the ground as he pulls out his camera.

You could only shake your head as he pulled down the road, leaving a cloud of smoke trailing behind him, flinching as his bike smacked straight into the zone, sending him flying as his body bounced and slid against the dirt with a painful thud.

It was the start of where things started to hit the fan; OJ going off the path and walking straight into the zone towards the biker's body in an attempt to save up before he could get sucked up, creating a dustball where it fell. 

The pleading screams of the biker being digested echoed from a distance.

The original plan fell apart entirely, as just in the moment of celebrating, Holt lost it. Muttering something almost as cryptid as the alien over the walkie-talkie

"Angel!" you screamed, watching Jean Jacket peak from the clouds and swallow everything in its path.

The entity's attention caught your glance as you stumbled away from the windows and rushed down the second story stairs, just inches away from being impaled by the debris that covered from the strong winds that started to lift the house from its old foundation.

Your body was rag-dolling through the air as you were picked up into the sky a few feet from the ground.

The hoodie from Angel's sweater smothered your face as you slammed to the ground, landing flat on your stomach, knocking the air from your lungs as you clutched your ribs. 

Your body shuddered as your fingers brushed against something under the sweater.

Lifting the thick material away with a wince, your eyes watered at the sight of a leaking gash right beside your belly button.

Your head leaned back with your eyes squeezed shut, and all you could do was cry. 

Eight, your entire side felt like it was set aflame as Angel placed your head on his lap. 

“I like you too,” he mumbled, both of you staring up into the clouds watching Jean Jacket's remains scattering in the air. 

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[waloeders]

golden rays and pitch-black nights

"odin hesitated.

he could feel the Eikon within him, hesitate. the same Eikon that had driven him to such heights, to sit upon his throne, to conquer, to dominate and control an entire continent -

odin, warden of darkness, hesitated before killing and barnabas found himself doing the same."

ship: barnabas tharmr/kosmos, {future} sleipnir harbard/kosmos and {implied qpr?} barnabas tharmr/sleipnir harbard

word count: 3,420

warnings: ff16 spoilers, religious talk (of fictional religions), mentions of a dead mother, manipulations (thanks ultima), character death (kind of? he's fine, dw abt it), mentions of being very high up on a tower (the one shown above) and some general vague fighting described

notes: YELLS A LOT!!!!! this is set before my other fic and is a like, big important turning point for quite a few chars :3 so much fun to write!!! also the image is where this is set (on top the reverie, which is the tower). notable things are- ultima loves manipulation + being praised/treated like a god so thats a big tw. also ryder/kosmos uses he/they. i hope u enjoys :3

"what manner of betrayal is this?" ultima's dissonant voice called out, feet not quite touching the floor as it floated in place, "you have brought an atrocity to us, odin."

the Kings' eyes flicked over to where the man in question stood, then back to the ground before him, kneeling before his God.

"i would never betray you, my Lord." was his only response, unable to conjure a sufficient explanation to the being before Him - or to himself. why had he brought ryder?

it wasn't as if he truly required a hostage to escape the hideaway. shiva, though powerful, had her wings clipped by logos- mythos, he reminded himself - and mythos was far away in the corners of sanbreque, if the young man he had brought along was to be believed.

if he was being truthful with himself, barnabas couldn't explain what it was, why he had made this choice. there was simply...something. something about ryder that intrigued him, that led him to believe their word, to trust they spoke truthfully, that led him to take them with him back to the reverie.

a small distance behind him, he could sense sleipnirs' smallest motions, fidgeting in place, and, without looking, he knew that the egi was in the same position as him - that he kneeled before their Lord.

"answer me, odin." ultima tilted its' head, turning to him.

there was a frustration in its voice he'd never heard.

"he is a gift to you, our Lord." sleipnir spoke up, piercing the silence that his leige had left, and it struck the King that his egi had never spoken directly to ultima before - that he had merely stayed silent, docile and obedient, if he had even been in the room at all. despite being as much a part of odin as barnabas was, his Lord often skirted around the egi.

"a gift?" ryder blurted out but quickly threw a hand up to cover their mouth and forcibly avoided eye contact. they hadn't knelt alongside the King and his egi and instead stood off to the side, inching away from the three of them as much as he could while atop a tower thousands of metres tall.

it wouldn't have mattered if they ran or fell - sleipnir would catch them, barnabas mused.

"a contemptuous gift at that." it floated away from the duo, approaching the younger man, "and you? we had thought you long since dead - how unfortunate that we were proved wrong."

the King risked a glance.

his Lord towered over them- floating or not. despite the slight shaking in their hands, ryder glared up at ultima from behind strands of dark hair and thin-rimmed glasses. their hand drifted, hovering over the empty scabbard attached to the dark brown leather belt he adorned, and clenched tightly into a fist.

the familiar sight of his Lords' tattered capes fluttering in a non-existent breeze and a flicker of motion from its' head had the King staring at the ground once more.

"are, uh. are you sure you mean me? only, we haven't actually, you know, met before now." the young man stumbled out and he knew, without looking, they were doing some kind of hand motion (they always were), "not that- i mean, not that i know of, uh, mr ultima."

their voice trailed off.

"come now, kosmos. this pretence brings us little amusement. we are most curious how you yet live - and in a physical form at that."

"i... what?" ryder mumbled, "what are you on about? like, actually, what are you talking about?"

a shudder ran through barnabas, kosmos? he had heard the name before, in whispered, heretical stories, in the mouths of non-believers decades ago - but there was no truth to them, no substance.

and his Lord would speak of this being, would verify such heresy? would name this man, kosmos?

"we tire of this failed deception, kin. show yourself to us, so that we might converse freely." ultima demanded and for once, he didn't fight the urge to stare at their interaction.

"i-i don't know what you're on about. i'm not kosmos, i don't even know who- what that is!" they threw their arms up in exasperation.

it tilted its' head again.

"then allow us to shed this mortal shell of yours."

it lifted a hand up, summoning a spell with ease, and let a ball of swirling blue light engulf the man. he only had a chance to step back, covering his face with his own hand, before being consumed.

a word caught in the Kings' throat, held back by some invisible force, strangling on the idea as it drowned him.

as quickly as his Lord had summoned the spell, it dispelled, letting the aether collapse into dust motes as it lowered its' hand.

he found the breath he hadn't known he was holding falling out; ryder was fine - or they appeared unharmed, albeit, confused.

"what the fuck did you do to me?" he growled out, hand falling back into a fist at his side, the other flung out to emphasise their point, "i mean, seriously, what the fuck is your problem with me?"

"how unexpected." it stared, eyes unblinking as always, "you cling to this form, this life."

a flurry of its' familiar blue aether had ultima slipping into a rift and reappearing in front of its' statue, before odin.

"it is of no consequence. kill them." ultima commanded.

a moment of silence fell across the reverie, carried on the soft breeze that lived so high in the atmosphere.

barnabas stood, bowed to his Lord, then turned to face the young man, summoning zantetsuken to his hand with the same ease of slipping out of bed.

"wait-" their face furrowed, stepping back as they raised their hand ever so slightly, and heaved a breath, "i don't want to fight."

from the sidelines, sleipnir snorted - at some point, he had stood too - and he folded his hands behind his back, watching intently.

"oh, this will hardly be a fight." the egi smirked, his thick waloedian accent looping through the words.

"rude." ryder mumbled, then spoke up, "all this for a guy who hates you, i mean, really?"

the King took another step forward, eyes following keenly as they matched his motions, stepping back. and then, they paused. a feeling slipped over their face, too fast for him to identify, that steeled into anger.

"or, FINE! do what he says, be nothing more than some silly, lied-to, puppet on a string and never amount to anything but a fucking footnote in a history that won't remember you. who gives a fuck!" the young man yelled out, hands frantically thrown upwards. his own motions almost disrupting the glasses he wore and he pushed them back, voice returning to a mumble, "this place sucks anyway."

odin hesitated.

he could feel the Eikon within him, hesitate. the same Eikon that had driven him to such heights, to sit upon his throne, to conquer, to dominate and control an entire continent -

odin, warden of darkness, hesitated before killing and barnabas found himself doing the same.

zantetsuken shuddered out of existence, the aether blown away in an instant. he could feel, more than see, the way sleipnir shifted in his spot, unwilling to draw the attention - or perhaps ire - of their Lord and yet wishing to move closer, to act on his behalf, to move where he stopped, to act as an extension of himself - as he always did.

"this... is kosmos?" King Barnabas frowned, glancing up and down at the man before him. if this was kosmos, as the forbidden scriptures described, his Lords sworn-enemy, a being as powerful as Him... this man was a threat to his Lord?

a footnote in history.

"you are our sword, odin; yielded as we see fit. kill them, so we might begin primogenesis. mankind must be rid of his wretchedness, so we might usher in the new world." ultimas' voice drifted over his shoulder and he watched ryder roll their eyes at the words.

"you do not believe in our Lords' word?"

"i know he's a liar. humans have no place in the 'new world' - and you know it too. he told you, told clive!" they growled out, glaring at it, "i don't know shit about this kosmos thing, i'll admit, but the new world is a fucking lie. grow a spine and admit it to yourself!"

a laugh found itself in his chest, clawing its way out and he grinned wickedly.

"grow a spine?"

he watched their face drop, swallowed by the fear that took over and... a thin glimmering stream of golden light pulsed up their neck. it was faint, barely present, and he doubted that the others could see it from such distance.

"golden aeth-...?" the words caught in his throat and recognition settled into a growl, "kosmos."

ryder took another step back.

laughter crawled out of him once more, keeling him over and throwing his head back. he could feel sleipnirs' gaze on him, the burn of his steel blue eyes and how the concern twisted through their bond.

it was all so absurd.

his laughter finally settled into a giggle, and collapsed into the King heaving air.

he stood upright and raised a hand once more, palm flat up as he gestured to ryder, "THIS is kosmos?!"

"why do you hesitate?"

his egi tensed, hand slipping to rest on his swords' hilt, by habit or choice - neither could tell.

"why?" barnabas spat out, twisting to glare at ultima, "to even speak the name is heresy. yet here you stand, asking of me to end a being who should not exist; by your grand design, he should not exist!"

"i see." it began floating the smallest amount higher, looking down on the three humans, "you cannot rise above your station, odin. you have failed us."

"you lied." he hissed out.

a twisting pain shot through the King, atoms shuddering under the weight, and he fell to his knees, blue aether beginning to swirl around him as an ashen-grey dust crept up his hands, caught under his skin.

"ohhh, shit." ryder muttered, finally broken from their trance, and they watched as waloeds' lord commander lept forth, standing between his King and their lord, sword drawn.

"you would dare harm my liege?" he cried out, form shimmering in a spattering of swirling purple darkness as he semi-primed into a set of ornate, silver armour.

"you are less than an insect to me, egi." it raised a hand, throwing out a familiar, but smaller beam of light and aether that sleipnir dodged with ease.

in one swooping move, he launched gungnir in retaliation, leaping high into the air to avoid another shot of unaspected magic, and the battle began.

the young man glanced between the three of them and the exit, catching the way the egi faltered on one of his attacks', physical form flickering in and out of existence, yet quickly recovered to feint into another crushing blow.

ryder groaned, swearing under their breath, and hurried to the Kings' side.

"com'on, we gotta get outta here!" they crouched beside him, hands grasping at his deep blue tunic to try to pull him up. strands of the aether and crystal curse clung to the air, seeping into their clothes, onto their skin, into their lungs, "barnabas, get UP!"

"i have failed my Lord." he mumbled, staring down at hands coated in ash. the crystals' curse that he had avoided for nigh-on five decades now catching up as his Lord released some hold on him - as his lord allowed it to catch up to him.

"are you fucking serious right now- get up!" ryder groaned and reached up to force the King to look at him, their other hand still clenching his tunic, "you're odin- barnabas tharmr, king of waloed, conqueror of ash - you're the scariest, strongest guy on the fucking planet, come on!"

a yelp drew both their eyes upwards, to where ultima had seemingly had enough of the fight; its' hand clasped tightly around sleipnirs' neck, dangling him over the edge of the reverie, and, in one swift move, crushed his form into a smattering of aether-dust.

"pathetic."

the lord commanders' sword clattered to the ground, mere feet away from the pair.

ryder glanced at the King, who was staring into the abyss left behind where his egi had been, and swore. he threw himself forward, barely upright as he grabbed the hilt of sleipnirs' rapier, and hurried to the standing-ready position that gav had taught him.

ultima scoffed.

"kosmos. when last we fought, we were evenly matched. now? you are weak. you lack the will to prevail, as you always have."

"right. well." the young man shrugged, blurting out some nonsense noises, "what about that, huh?"

"such childish nonsens-"

"-says the fucker with his grippers out, get outta here!"

"ENOUGH!"

a burst of aether echoed from it as it spoke, the force shoving them to the ground and ripping the sword from their grasp.

ryders' vision blurred from the impact and he could taste faint copper-iron on their tongue; they watched helplessly as the rapier slipped over the tower-edge.

if it made a noise when it landed on the ground, no one atop the reverie heard.

"we expect such petty behaviours from mankind - but for you to indulge yourself so, kosmos, is unbecoming. you are as much a slave to fickle emotions as mankind is."

they moaned, reaching a hand up to find blood coating their forehead, and winced at the thought. slowly, ryder forced himself up onto his hands and knees, blue eyes slipping over to where barnabas had been.

the King still drowned in aether and ash, his atoms struggling to grasp one another under the strain, yet he had hardly moved - now sat on his heels, head thrown back to stare into the pitch-black night sky lingering above, lips moving in a silent prayer.

"odin. we had thought the sin of free will had been understood by you, but it would seem we were mistaken. one cannot forsake their nature, human as you are." it finally landed in front of barnabas, replacing his view of the night, and a pale hand reached out to grasp his head tightly, forcing him to stare at the being.

"it is fortunate that mythos now beholds odin. this act of defiance cannot, willnot stand."

he stared up at his Lord, eyes searching for any sign of meaning, purpose, of anything that might provide a path to salvation.

it released its' grip on him, hand moving to cup one side of his face, and for a moment, ultimas' form shimmered before him, twisting and contorting into a familar face.

"you know what you must do, barnabas." her voice, soothing and patient as she always had been, had his stomach twisting into knots.

"mother..."

"do as our lord commands." her dark brown eyes flicked to ryder, still struggling to get off the floor, "kill kosmos."

the churnings of the crystals' curse paused, aether calmly falling to the ground around them- snowflakes of another nature.

his eyes remained fixed on her, unable to pull away, and a light tug on his cheek had the King blinking away the familiar, deep grooves of misery he lived in.

"do as our lord commands, barnabas, and we shall speak again, in the new world."

the new world?

"the scripture..." he mumbled, breath catching, "it is heresy. kosmos cannot be, mother."

"then end them."

barnabas' head turned to the young man, zantetsuken springing to the hand at his side, and he pushed himself to stand.

they were on the ground. ryder hadn't even looked up, eyes tightly clasped as he heaved air; thin lines of golden aether running through their veins once more - yet stronger than before, as if their injuries had emboldened the ambient magicks in the world.

odin's sword found its' mark with ease.

the image of his mother shattered in an instant, torn asunder by the inhuman shriek of ultima crying out, one of its' arm revealed to have been split in two.

the King of Waloed found himself pushed back by another blast of aether as it screamed, sword ripping into the ground in an attempt to drag him to a halt, and he ended up on one knee, hands clenching the hilt of his sword, as he stared at the being before him.

"YOU!" it howled, even as it drew aether into itself, reforming the lost limb of its' incorporeal body.

he could hear kosmos curse beside him but his eyes remained on the Lord - his Lord, who he had just betrayed. he had injured- betrayed his lord.

salvation from such an act could only be death.

"we have offered you naught but everything and you would reject us? you have no place in the new world, odin." the god-like being hissed out, raising its' newly rebuilt hand to summon the same light it had used against ryder, that started the whole affair, "as such, your mortal skin shall be shed. you shall be undone - just as all mankind shall be, as was always meant to be."

he closed his eyes before the light, surrendering to the darkness behind his eyelids, to where he knew odin lingered, and his mind fell into the eerie, empty space, welcomed by the silence found only where odin was.

yet, he was interrupted by an unfamiliar warmth, the faint sensation of warm, human touch, of hands grasping his waist, clutching onto him tightly as if he would blow away in a faint wind.

in the abyss, barnabas was met with gold.

atop the reverie, he blinked down at the man hugging his waist - kosmos. the glimpsed golden aether had found its place in their blood, pulsing through them, and from their back, they sprouted ghostly golden-opaque wings (not terribly unlike garudas', he noted), that surrounded them - a warm light that blocked the cold blue of ultimas' spell, splintering it into a thousand light-beams around them.

"kosmos...?" the King uttered, drawing their attention. their eyes stared blearily into his, possessed in the golden glow, streaks of molten aether flowing down as tears upon their cheeks.

it took him a moment to recognise the feeling upon their face; the way they looked through him as if he were a thousand miles away, an emptiness sat behind the golden glow consuming them, taking over them. he had seen Eikons take over their dominants before, seen them lose control and rage across the lands, the seas, reigning destruction unbeknown to man - it was the closest match he could find to the sight before him.

then, the energy around them collapsed, exploding outwards with an ear-shattering boom and a cascade of iridescent light burst away from them, waves upon waves collapsing, leaping over themselves through the night, further and further until it stretched past the horizon.

barnabas frowned, releasing the breath he held captive, as he watched the waves of light, eyes briefly slipping to where ultima stood, even its' cape frozen in place.

a small noise drew his attention back to kosmos, who continued to stare up at him, cheek stained with tears of golden aether. gently, he reached up to brush it away, but found the magick seeped into his hands, up his arm and through his entire body, soaking in warmth.

"...what is this?" he mumbled, seeming to awaken something in the man in his arms. they blinked away the gold in their eyes, the blue seeping back in and tilted their head at him, a small "oh." falling from their lips.

silence broken, the golden waves shattered into dust. far below the reverie, it seemed to be snowing.

"kosmos." ultima finally spoke and they tensed up, eyebrows furrowing.

in a confusing instant, kosmos shoved his head into the Kings' chest, as the familiar purple darkness of odin drew around them, surrounding and overtaking both of their vision in a swirling vortex.

when it finally settled, barnabas blinked in confusion.

they were no longer atop the reverie.

they were back. in the hideaway, sat on the dusty ground of the Fallen ruin. kosmos still wrapped around him, motionless, and he realised he had moved to hold them in turn, hand gripping the back of their black tunic tightly.

their golden-opaque wings had began to fade out of existence, leaving only the dazzled, familiar faces of cid and myt- logos staring at the pair.

"well. so much for rescuing a hostage, aye?" cid remarked.

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[kyberblade]

Epilogue 🫣

Shenanigans. So many shenanigans. (Names have been redacted bc spoilers.)

(Under the cut for those who don’t want spoilers.)

“Can we please focus on getting out of here!” Her annoyed voice rang out louder than the blaster fire, pulling all three gazes her way.

Din was the first to break, turning back to lay down cover fire once again around the corner. “Kid’s right,” he grunted, before letting off a shot that was accompanied by a pained scream at the end of the hall.

“I thought we were set to stun?” You hissed.

Din looked down at his blaster and shrugged meekly, flipping it back to stun. “Sorry. Old habits….”

“I know I am,” She said matter of factly, pulling you back to the topic at hand. “Now what’s the plan?”

Stepping a little closer to the corner you were tucked behind, you holstered your blaster. “The plan is for you all to eat foot tonight.”

“What are you doing?” Her worried tone sounded at your back, Din’s incredulous one to your left. “Mesh’la, come on, don’t do something-”

“To save our skins?” You finished for him, looking up into his visor with a determined glint in your eye. “Watch me.”

After taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and stepped out into the hall where the blaster fire had died down just slightly. The few earrent bolts bounced away from you as if they were hitting a force field. Confused whispers from the enemy preceded a pickup in the rapid fire, bolts flying at a new frenzy, none of which came anywhere close to touching you or your friends.

Lifting your hands in front of you, the bolts began to stop, hovering in mid air inches from your face, your hands, some several feet from you. The room glowed with multi-colored plasma bolts hovering above the floor. As the shots died out, silence filling in the blanks left behind, the corner of your mouth twitched up in an amused smirk.

With a small twitch of your index finger, all their blasters were disabled with a tink.

When you opened your eyes, the blaster bolts that hung suspended all immediately flew the other way, back toward the senders, but in such a way that they wouldn’t hit anybody.

Within an instant the group of thieves at the end of the hall were left cowering, curled away from the stranger approaching them from the opposite end of the hall. Some blinked wide eyes while others scrambled back, all of them surrounded by smoke swirling around from the black scorches left behind from the blaster bolts.

“I think we win,” you said calmly, walking toward them slowly.

“Not if I have anything to say about it!” One rogue thief said, jumping to his feet, blaster aimed at you.

“I wouldn’t do that,” you warned, not even looking at him.

When he pulled the trigger and nothing happened, he looked at his blaster in confusion, pulling the trigger a few more times before shaking it incessantly. “Oh, well.” He shrugged. “I have this.” He pulled a spare from the back of his pants.

In two seconds flat Din had stepped forward and shot him with a stun bolt, dropping him to the ground.

“Like I said,” you pulled the active blaster to you with the Force, disengaging the firing pin like you had the others before tucking it into the back of your own pants. “I wouldn’t do that.”

“You don’t need another one,” Din groaned. “That makes what, seven now?”

You scoffed. “Not nearly.” With a dry chuckle, you shook your head. “Try three.”

“Including the knife?”

“Oh, yeah! The knife. No, that’s four.”

“Guys!” She cried, walking up to stand on the other side of you. “Seriously?”

“What?” You looked at her a moment before cutting your eyes toward the thieves still looking on in silence. “I’m just recounting the weapons I’ve won from our various missions! I see something I like, I take it.”

“These guys don’t care.” She gestured to them with her blaster.

“No…. But I do.” You turned to look at the punks with a broad grin. “And something tells me they want to keep me really happy. Right?”

They all nodded vigorously. All but one. He got to his feet as he said, “Oh, kark this!” He was no sooner on his feet than Din had hit him with a stun bolt, dropping him into a heap of limbs where he stood.

“At least you remembered to use stun this time,” you threw over your shoulder towards Din, never looking away from the band of thieves still looking on wide eyed at your little party of four.

“Yeah…. But I’ve been known to forget things real fast,” Din mumbled, shifting his weight just slightly to rest easily on one leg. The way he held his blaster would make anyone think he’d gone soft, but you knew if someone made a wrong move, they’d be down in an instant.

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[asterjennifer]

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Mystictober 2022 | Day 6 - AU (Witches)

Summary: The two on the opposite team decide to see what the RFA is up to down town.

They expect something informative. But instead they just try to decorate.

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“Watch them carefully,” Her serene voice reminded him; the task ahead not the most interesting if he'd been honest.

He couldn't stop but narrow his eyes as he leaned back to meet her gaze, seemingly unable to comprehend. “What's this for, even. It makes no sense to me..”

On the other side of the town; right where the lights blurred down into another the lower the sun set, was the RFA. Trying their best to come up with the right decorations as they were in charge for the presentation of the city this year. Jaehee stopped waving her hand.

Only inches hovering over the floor with her floating broom making the smallest of nosies. “Ah, not again..” She sighed, pulling her heat right.

“Hey, cheer up!” The redhead spooked her when his head came into her view from above. Upside down like this, she almost felt threatened. “Seven!” She screeched at him. “Mind you not sneaking up on me like this!?” But he only shurgged.

Yoosung shook his head in the back; placing down the many pumpkins with the rightful spell. Last time had been a lesson, considering he ignored to study the correct spells and almost ended up setting the town on fire right around midnight. It taught him to take practicing seriously for once.

He lifted his finger while biting his tongue; doing his best ignoring Jaehee and Seven arguing. Zen leaned over his shoulder, rubbing his chin before he huffed. “Did you make them yourself?”

Yoosung shook his head after rubbings his hands warm on his coat, apparently finished although Zen didn't agree internally. “Actually, the kids down town made them! Isn't that cute?” Zen smiled by that.

“It is, but why you do this by the moving spell buddy?” He said amsued, raising his hand which started glowing greyish. “Look at this one instead~” The pumpkins lifted into that air; having Yoosung snap his head back.

Yet soon they all stood symmetrical in the places the younger one with purple glowing eyes had tried to line up himself earlier. Zen then flipped his bangs back with a sly grin. “Much easier.”

The student swallowed the comment and just showed a thumbs up. “Alright. Thanks Zen.” He sighed as the other presented himself like he always did.

A few feet further, Jumin rushed through the many pages on his personal spell book, seemingly observed by some particular pages. “Hm..” He hummed. “Perhaps this would work.”

With the right words being spoken, it didn't take much for him to snap his fingers and add lament in many cool colors on the rooftops. It forced a gasp out of Jaehee in shock; eyeing her boss as he removed the choice almost immediately afterwards. He flipped some pages in the soft light of the street lamps and ended up with shimmering lament which changed colors.

Seven jumped up on top of one roof, yelling out to Yoosung. “Hey, com'on and join. The space is much closer up here!”

The student gave an unsure look to the white haired man, but decided to listen and come next to Seven on the older looking rooftop. Zen chuckled as he gave Jaehee a page she had lost without noticing. “They are children, aren't they.” She agreed with the beaming eyes of hers.

On the other side of town; the blonde woman facepalmed herself as her right hand stood straight with a half disgusted expression. “Nevermind, this is a simple waste of time.”

She proclaimed and the one with minty eyes rolled them in secret annoyance. “I already knew from the get-go, they are idiots.” She didn't respond and instead opened a portal with her bare hands. Small lighting causing it to crack.

“Let's just go back to Mint Eye. I thought they would do significant work, but are just clumsily decorating the town... Not very helpful.” She went with a slight whoosh into the portal; followed by her Believer who threw one last gaze at the group having fun.

For a split second his eyes lightened up and it was then that the roof Yoosung and Seven stood on broke under the pressure. Satisfied with their yelling, he huffed the cold air to follow his Savior back to their place. He couldn't help it, a bit of sabotage mixed with some pain wouldn't kill them. But surely do them right, he thought.

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