#for fuck's sake why is the ravager skin so cursed

[celestoria]

Needing You

Summary: You didn’t realize your boyfriend finally came back home while you relieving yourself after being so needy for so long. After being such a tease, you decided to take out your pent up feelings on him.

Pairing: Luocha x fem!reader

Words: 1k

Tags: masturbation(f), biting, penetration, creampie, top!reader, kinda vanilla

Do not interact if you are 16 or below (17+)

Everything great had to come with its pros and cons and you can say the same about your relationship with Luocha. He has been such an amazing lover to you however, you kinda wished he spent more time with you.

You knew it was selfish to say that since he’s so dedicated to his job, working for weeks away from home. But within those days where he was away, loneliness always surges through you whenever he’s out of reach.

Staring out into the nothingness of the ceiling, your mind dreamed about Luocha and his presence. You missed how his voice would send tingles through your spine when he mumbled sweet nothings and how his arms would wrap around your waist to pull you close to him.

Yearning and desire for his touch grew stronger by the time you realized how much you craved his passionate kisses tickling your skin that eventually left you tangled up in each other the morning after.

You turned to your side and faced the edge of the bed while your thighs rubbed against each other under your nightgown. Dirty daydreams crept their way into your thoughts and arousal soaked your panties.

How you want- no, you need him to ravage you right now to the point you see the stars up in the sky.

Oh, why does he have to be away when you’re so needy?

Desperation filled you, causing you to sinfully sink your hand in between your legs. Debaucherous fantasies played in your mind like a film while you pretended the fingers in you were his. You knew how to pleasure yourself, but Luocha was the only one who could show you what heaven felt like.

“Luocha,” you moaned with pure lust and your eyes closed shut. “I want you so badly.”

Out of the blue, a hand tucked your hair between your ear and nuzzled on the side of your neck.

“Have I left you for that long, sweetheart,” a familiar voice whispered.

You were startled and your hand stopped curling inside your hole, leading your high to be cut short. Your head turned around and right beside was Luocha, donning that loving smile that told you how much he’s glad to have you in his grasp once again.

Still, your apparent fluster brought a tint of red to your cheeks. How embarrassing it was to be caught in the act. It’s as if you managed to manifest him using your sexual desires.

“Now, if I may ask, what did you say just right now,” he teased. How long did he know you were fucking yourself? “You are aware I cannot give you something without knowing.”

“I want you so badly,” you said quietly.

“Hm?”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” you cursed and crashed your lips together.

“You do not know how much I miss you,” he confessed in between kisses.

Both your lips parted. “I missed you too, Luocha. I was going insane with how long I need you,” you whined.

You pushed him down on the bed and straddled him. Imagine dealing with a teasing jerk while you had to be there dealing with the pent-up desire for him. You had enough and time to take it out all on him.

After you pushed him down on the bed and straddled him, you took your nightgown off as you grinded on top of the bulge constrained by his pants. Your body moved inches away before hastily undid his clothes. His member came out twitching the same way you were soaking wet for him.

The weight of your body pressed against him with your hands splayed across his chest while you tried to align your cunt with his dick.

As you rocked on top of him, Luocha found himself holding you in your hips. Even if he could take control like your usual routine, It was his night to show you how he’s truly yours and he didn’t want to take that from you. All he wanted was to touch you again in ways he has been wanting to do for the last few weeks.

His head tilted to the side with his eyes closed to relish the pleasure as a frangic moan escaped his lips. You leaned in forward, your hips refusing to stop. You squished his cheeks and directed him to look at you again.

“Don’t look away,” you panted. “You know I don’t want that right now.”

A small giggle left his lips seeing you like this. Luocha found it adorable you dominate his body in such a needy way that he can’t help but obey your every command,

Luocha caressed your back, causing your skin to prickle and your body to push downward on him. You picked up your pace , causing him to dig his nails into your skin while you hid your face on the crook of his neck.

“If you keep moving like that, I’m afraid I might cum inside you,” he moaned, feeling your walls clench around him tighter and tighter.

You didn’t care about that and pretended as if you didn’t hear a single thing from him. You rocked on top of him with such a sloppy yet hungry pace and your mouth bit on his neck, causing the merchant to gasp.

Soon you began to jerk and you found yourself dissolving in pleasure while a warm liquid painted your insides white. You found yourself huffing out of exhaustion and your breath tickled Luocha’s flushed and sensitive skin. You were still on top of him, with his dick still inside your pussy as both of you relishing the satiated lust.

You looked up to the lover you’ve longed for. Sweat formed on his forehead and coated his blonde bangs. You knew he was tired as well, but it was the type of tiredness that came with a sense of euphoria and relief. Even if he can’t move his body the following day, he wouldn’t mind as long as you were at reach once again.

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail smut #luocha #luocha x reader #luocha smut #roiree risque

[creative-frequency]

Raphael x Reader: Act I: The Words

Summary: Despite your drunken ravings tonight, you still remain Raphael's most precious client. And he always takes good care of his clients. This is the third flashback oneshot for the main story. Word count: 2963 Notes: Drunk Tav, a devil and some unresolved romantic tension.

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Why was the Underdark so gods damn… uneven?

You had to squint to see where to put your foot next amidst the rocks. And even then it didn’t go where you aimed to. Your knee and ankle ached with each step and it was easier to just drag the leg after you instead of walking properly-ish. Your prevailing state of intoxication didn’t exactly make moving easier, but alcohol did help in numbing the pain as much as the temporary solitude did this far away from camp.

Stupid bulette. Stupid tadpole. And most importantly stupid you for not preparing well enough for a road trip in the Underdark. Who knew how many days you would have to spend underground. 

There was no one around to take the irritation out on, but… you did possess the means to summon a certain someone to listen to your nescient complaining. Was it smart? Of course not. You would most likely have to pay for the senseless act of stupor, but being less medicated and more drunk than you would’ve liked to be, somehow made the idea sound absolutely perfect! Like poking a sleeping devil in the eye.

You lifted up your hand, glared at the magic ring with burning ire and recited the incantation:

“Dominus! Inferiooor ad ge–, ad me– shit. AD TE. Me flerco–, me… fleurgh, ugh. For fuck’s sake. Flecto inferni.”

Nothing happened, no surprise there, but your brows furrowed furiously as you squinted to look around. No flames or cinders were to be seen.

“Get your ass over here, you stupid devil,” you cursed and kicked a pebble into the darkness. The sounds of it tumbling down echoed in the chasm.

“You would do well to mind your manners.”

“Oh–!”

You fell promptly to your butt on the cold, hard ground and wailed aloud since your injured leg bent painfully.

What stood in front of you was not the handsome man you had expected to see. It was a towering devil; red skin, majestic horns, leathery, gargantuan wings and claws at his fingertips. His eyes were no longer soft brown, but instead they burned with deep saffron, surrounded by inky black.

Raphael the devil had a pained look on his face and he was pinching the bridge of his nose.

You struggled to get up to save some modicum of self-respect in front of your patron, but trying to put weight on the leg made you wince instantly.

“A tumultuous evening, I presume?” Raphael asked, looking at you from dirt-caked hair down to the injured leg.

“What?”

“I see you’ve decided to take the scenic route to rock bottom tonight. Why haven’t you healed yourself, little raven?” he asked and tutted.

“I am doing it right now,” you replied quickly and a ravaging blush rose to your face. You would have rather died than admitted to the devil that you had ventured into the Underdark ill-prepared.

“Then why, pray tell, are you bothering me?” The snarling words revealed a glimpse of sharp canines.

You braced yourself and channelled the earlier irritation back through the stinging pain. There were also the three times you had already had to explain why you wore a ring in your ring finger and why the infernal rune R was carved on it. You still absolutely refused to take the easy way out and just comply with Raphael’s absurd practical joke with the ring. You would never ever pretend to be married just for his amusement.

There. You were irritated enough to tell stupid, handsome Raphael why you were bothering him tonight.

“I have WORDS for you. So. Uh. Listen carefully, Raph.” Your body swayed a little on the cold, hard ground. Trying to focus on Raphael’s burning stare was immeasurably difficult.

His eye twitched, but that was the only visible reaction. Though, he looked immeasurably displeased.

Scraping around the leftovers of your dignity, your back straightened and you started yapping:

“I have given my, MINE only, soul to you, but you – hic! – won’t remove this teeny tiny” – you made a point to show the size of the worm by pinching your thumb and index finger almost together and squinting at the space inbetween – “worm from my head.”

Before you could finish inhaling for the next words, Raphael leaned right to your face (you couldn’t help realising how huge his horns were!) and snarled:

“You haven’t given anything yet. And with that tadpole eating away at your brain, you might not have a soul to offer in the end.”

You gulped and your hand dropped. Your brain was processing rather slowly, but this revelation caused pause. Mind flayers didn’t possess souls. Well, not knowing before your outburst turned out to be just embarrassing.

Raphael pointed a sharp claw in the air and continued:

“Be grateful that I’m willing to uphold our bargain, forasmuch as I’m invested in your success, my due payment relies on it.”

You didn’t know what to say. Suddenly it became apparent that Raphael found this deal far less favourable than you did. All this time you had thought he had arranged the shorter stick for you to pick and that devils didn’t make bargains that weren’t advantageous to them.

“See that this is the last time you bring this up.”

Nodding furiously, but stopping just as quickly because it made your head spin, you said: “Uh-huh, yes, saer.”

You hiccuped and the pitiful sound echoed from the rocks around you.

Raphael straightened up. “Good. Time to go, then.”

You were sure he was going to just leave you to sit on the ground, but with the snap of his fingers, you found yourself at the House of Hope in the familiar dining room – still inelegantly sitting on the marble floor. And you hiccuped again.

Raphael sighed heavily, though you thought you noticed a hint of amusement in there. He walked over to you and before you could protest, leaned over to lift you into his arms as if you weighed nothing.

“This is emrass–, embar-…sing. Just. Let me down!” you yelped, but held on to his shoulders. He was so tall and you were so high up in his arms that it was enough to trigger reasonable fear of heights.

“Glad we agree on something, little raven,” Raphael muttered.

He walked towards a hallway in resolute steps. People dressed in rags scurried away to give the master of the house a wide berth. There was a faint jingle with each step and in your state of inebriation you were almost sure you were just imagining it.

“Where are you taking– hic! Me?”

“To heal.”

You were taken aback.

“Why?”

An almost smug half-smile twisted Raphael’s lips. His mouth too seemed huge in comparison to yours.

“As I’ve told you, I take care of my clients and despite your drunken ravings tonight, you still remain one of my most precious ones.”

Oh. Heat ravaged your face. Did the devil like you?

Door after door passed as the hallway curved. Each breath teased your dulled senses with Raphael’s scent: surprisingly sweet and musky with smoke somewhere in there. It was gradually lulling your consciousness, as you slowly sobered up, into comfort within the devil’s arms.

As he carried you, you settled to stare at his pretty face from such a close distance. You had never seen a cambion this close. The booze was probably shielding you from freaking out. Despite the infernal red shade of his skin and the burning eyes, his facial features were the same. The same dark eyelashes and brown curls at the tips of his hair.

Raphael was pretending as if he didn’t notice you staring, or he just didn't care. But his lips looked soft and you wondered how they would look like travelling the planes of your naked skin. You bit your lower lip, already feeling the heat and pressure gather between your thighs.

Raphael glanced at your face with an unreadable expression. Could devils smell dirty thoughts? Gods, you hoped not. Your cheeks were blazing.

“Tell me, Raph,” you blurted to divert his attention.

His molten eyes narrowed with warning. You failed to notice as you were busy looking anywhere but at his face.

“Is there a practical reason you’re sooo handsome? Hah! A handsome devil, just like–, just like…”

You couldn’t figure out what the devil was like until his icy stare shut you up.

“S-sorry…”

Raphael finally paused in front of a force curtain covering a huge doorway. It was like solid crystal and streaming water, sparkling in the low light of the hallway. You barely got a good look before it simmered and disappeared completely.

Inside revealed to be a large circular room. The inner circle was surrounded by large stone columns, candles littered every surface as the only source of light. In the middle of the room, amidst teal-hued vapours was a pool with two faucets constantly flowing more steaming water into it. Intricate rugs and plush cushions lay on the floor around it. At the back of the room, high archways lead to balconies overlooking the desolate plains of Avernus.

“Ooh, who is this?” an unknown voice drawled, “A new plaything?”

“Out, Haarlep,” Raphael said in a tone that left no room for arguments. The low voice made his chest rumble pleasantly against your body.

Raphael stopped by the pool, precariously close to the edge. When he stilled and the humid air clung to your every breath, his scent lingered. You couldn’t help the few deep breaths to inhale it, to almost taste it on your tongue.

“You smell like cherries,” you muttered to the devil, “So sweet…”

He cocked a brow at you.

“Swim, little raven.”

Raphael dropped you unceremoniously into the pool of restoration. The impact sent a jolt of pain from your knee through your whole body, but before you even hit the bottom, the pain was already alleviating.

Gasping, you emerged to the surface. Raphael was chuckling, arms crossed over his chest.

“You–! Insolent… devil!” you screamed, spitting water from your mouth.

It took mere seconds to realise your body had never felt more comfortable or healthy, at least not during your tadpoled life.

“You’re welcome. As much as I’d love to stay and chat, there are important matters that require my attention.”

“W-what, you’re leaving?”

“Would you rather I joined you in there?” he asked with nonchalance, his horned head tilting with curiosity.

Yes.

Moments ago the wine in your blood would have provided enough liquid courage to ask him to do just that, but now you hesitated, knowing the devil was just teasing you.

“N-no.”

“Adieu, little raven.”

Just like that, he was gone in flames. You were treading the water, still wobbly on your feet, but feeling constantly better and better.

You looked around the room that was likely Raphael’s private boudoir. The lavish and intricate design of the furniture and multiple paintings depicting the devil himself were way too over the top.

“He always did seem like a guy to have a painting of himself above his bed,” you scoffed out loud.

Since no one was there, you warily settled to sit in the pool and brushed your hair with your fingers. Your leg moved without any pain and all the scratches and bruises were gone from your body, as well as the effects of the alcohol. Shame. The water was almost too hot, but you revelled in it. It had been ages since the last proper bath.

Since there was no sign that Raphael would return any time soon, you started to plan for the next steps – despite how gratifying it was to soak in the bath.

A counter by the side of the pool had a neat pile of towels on it, so you slipped out of the water and paused to wonder if you should take off your wet clothes or not. There were no conveniently placed bathrobes or any clothing in sight, but a huge wardrobe loomed at the side of the room.

Surely there was no harm in borrowing a dry shirt, in the least?

You tiptoed to the wardrobe, huffed in relief since it was open and spent only a second to snatch a white, frilly shirt to change into. It smelled like Raphael – a fact you tried really hard to ignore along with the tender feeling that rolled into your chest.

You left your wet camp clothes by the pool and accepted the momentarily discomfort of keeping your wet undergarments on. Surely they would dry soon enough with the warm temperature of the Hells. Changing into a clean, dry shirt felt amazing. You didn’t dare wonder what Raphael thought of your rummaging through his wardrobe, but he wasn’t there to reprimand you. Come to think of it, what a poor host he was, leaving you alone like that.

The way out of the boudoir was once again sealed by a magical curtain, so you took that as an invitation to look around the room by yourself. The upper part of the room was reserved for a huge bed that looked like the most comfortable one you had ever seen. You would’ve sold your soul again to get a break from camping and get a goodnight’s sleep in a proper bed.

Although… Raphael was nowhere to be seen and it was probably already midnight. You were dead tired.

“Don’t mind if I do…” you mumbled to yourself and climbed into the massive bed, diving under the covers. The sheets carried a strong scent of cherries and burnt sandalwood, mixed with rich, alluring musk.

Within minutes, you drifted into sleep and spared no thought to how worried your companions likely were.

—

“Rise and shine, little raven.”

Your toes curled at the deep, soothing voice. It was just like it had sounded in your dream, but the details were hazy red and enveloped in the misty warmth of the pool. A pleasant feeling wavered through your body at the memory.

“Mm. Is it morning already… Raphael!”

You jumped to sit up on the bed, staring at the master of the house in horror.

He stood by the bed, once more in his human guise and a dark smile on his lips. He mused: “Indeed it is. I see you made yourself at home in my absence.”

“You just left me here! What was I supposed to do?” you argued back and hogged the covers closer to your chest.

Raphael chuckled. “Glad to see you’re feeling better.”

He offered his hand to you, signalling that it was time to leave his bed and get back to reality. After hesitating only for a heartbeat, you took the hand and let him pull you up, almost right into his chest. He steadied you with a hand on your shoulder and an examining look. A lighter version of the smirk persisted.

Once again you realised how the dark honey-tinted brown eyes of his human form were actually really pretty. Heat radiated off his body, maybe an effect of being in Avernus or a devilish side-effect of his. Nonetheless, it felt nice after being stripped away from the warmth of the bed covers.

“I’m afraid I can’t let you leave looking unkempt like that,” Raphael said in a soft tone that sent pleasant shivers running up your neck and pooled heat into the pit of your belly.

You started to realise you had just slept in the devil’s bed.

Before you could do anything but swallow, Raphael started undoing the buttons of your – no, his – shirt.

“What are you doing?” you gasped and clutched his wrists. His skin was so warm and the faint smile on his lips was nothing if not suggestive.

“Re-doing your buttons, my dear,” he replied with a hum of a chuckle. “You’re welcome to keep the shirt, but at least try to look like you just haven’t spent the night revelling in debauchery and sin.”

“But I was just sleeping!” you acclaimed.

“My point exactly.”

Your face was burning. From the devil’s expression you easily read that the bastard was enjoying this.

Raphael took his time undoing and buttoning the shirt, fingers travelling dangerously close to your chest and over your navel. An accidental brush of fingers there and another here. You just stood still, breathing shallow in a way that surely didn’t go unnoticed by him. You were fighting the unwanted tingling feeling and heat coiling inside you.

His hands lingered at the last button. You made the mistake of looking up at his face and were encountered with a heavy look that sent you reeling. Your pulse quickened. He was so close, you could have just pushed up to your toes and–

No. No way in Hell. Raphael was gorgeous, but you were not about to sully your soul by sinning with a devil. No matter how inviting the smile on his very kissable lips was or how amazing he smelled.

You had to break the spell somehow.

“Raphael?” You hated how tinged with desperation your voice was.

“Yes?”

You looked away as his hands parted from you. It was a little easier to breathe.

“Um. Thank you for your hospitality,” you said in earnest.

He huffed. “You are very much welcome.” He took a step back and a strange sensation that his thoughts mirrored your own carnal but hesitating ones crept into your mind. Raphael continued: “I’ll add it to your tab, little raven. But now it’s time for you to go.”

Your head snapped up.

“Wait, what tab–?”

In a swirl of devouring flames, you found yourself back at camp and a second later all your companions started yelling. Only then you remembered that your camp clothes had been left by the pool and you were not wearing any pants.

#bg3 raphael #raphael bg3 #raphael x reader #raphael x you #baldur's gate 3 fanfiction #bg3 fanfiction #fanfiction #the devil wears house slippers

[novstie]

So the Xisuma Ravager skin is fucking CURSED but honestly I really just took it as an oppurtunity to make a costume design out of it-- so here’s that..

and the skin, for those who haven’t been cursed with it yet... good god

#xisuma #xisumavoid #xisuma hermitcraft #hermitcraft #hermitcraft season seven #hermitcraft7 #art #fanart #digitalart #hermitcraftfanart #for fuck's sake why is the ravager skin so cursed #for real though next time xisuma updates his skin im gonna do another outfit design #i never understood how people just made designs for hermits and didnt follow skins very hard for art #but then i tried it #damnnn #anyway #hermitcraft7art #decked out

[hunflowers]

maybe i’m the worst writer and/or person on this website because i can’t even remember the last time i posted a writing on here so here’s something else in the mean time while i’m still writing part 2 of femme fatale. and whew! it gets hot *nose boops*

You were pissed.

Pissed wasn’t even the proper word to explain how you were feeling, but something along the lines of pissed. And maybe you were being irrational, because it wasn’t the biggest problem but again, you were still mad at him.

It had been three weeks since you last saw him. Three weeks. You missed him immensely and for all of the three weeks that he had been away, you longed for him to be back in your arms. Every morning you woke, you wanted a small good morning kiss, through out the day you wanted to squeeze him, and before you went to bed you wanted him to cuddle you.

Not to mention, you had three weeks worth of pent up sexual frustration buzzing through you. You had promised him that you wouldn’t touch yourself the entirety of his departure, but to be fair, when you made the deal he had say he would only be away for a week. Then a week turned into two, then three. You were aching to be touched and you couldn’t even give yourself that satisfaction.

You had expressed this concern to him over the phone a few times but he laughed it off and reminded you that you had a deal. And the only reason you had made the deal in the first place was because he said imagine the sex when he’s back, and the thought of how he would ravage you made your mouth water.

So, when he finally walked through the door of your home and you were giddy to see him, not because you finally got to squish his cheeks and kiss him whenever you wanted, but you were beyond excited to feel his hands on you and his cock inside you.

He got home pretty late that night so you let it slide and just assumed he’d have his way the next day. But then another day went by of nothing, and then another, and then another. You had insinuated something a few times but each time he found an excuse to post pone it. And the last time he denied you, you saw the faintest smirk settle on his lips before he went back to his stoic facial expression.

So, yeah you were angry, and you finally exploded.

It was ten in the morning and you were fed up with his antics, so you waited by the front door when you knew he would be coming home from his daily morning run. Your arms were crossed over your chest like a child, a scowl practically set in stone on your face.

When he finally walked through the door, he was a little surprised to see you there standing, but then you saw his mouth perk up into a not so subtle smirk this time. He knew why you were angry, he was practically proud of how worked up you were, so he smiled and kissed the top of your head quickly before walking away and to the kitchen to grab a drink.

You pursed your lips and held back a growl and stomped your way after him, meeting him in the kitchen with your arms still crossed over your chest. Finishing pouring himself a glass of orange juice, his eyebrow rose in wonder, waiting for you to say something.

And when you continued to stare him down, he decided to be the one to speak up. “What’s up, baby?”

Not your dick, and that’s the problem, you thought.

“Isn’t there something you want to do? With me? Y’know, your girlfriend?”

He looked up to the ceiling in fake thought, pursing his lips in concentration as he thought of an answer. He first shrugged his shoulders and shook his head but then followed up with, “Oh! I’ve been meaning to ask you if you want to try this new restaurant in town. Couple of friends went there the other night, said it was pretty good, figured we could try it out.”

You were stunned. Stunned at how cryptic he was, because dinner together sounded lovely, but that was no where near what you meant and you knew he knew that. So, then you dropped your arms with a sigh, your scowl being replaced with a pout as you tried to work over his emotions. Maybe now he’ll feel bad and fuck you over the island countertop. You could only hope.

“Anything else?”

Again he shook his head, finishing off the remainder of his orange juice before putting the glass in the sink to clean later. “M’gonna take a shower,” he announced, walking past you a giving your hip a small squeeze before he took two steps at a time to get upstairs.

You nearly screamed.

Nearly.

Fine, if he didn’t want to do anything, then you’ll take matters into your own hands. The deal was while he was away you couldn’t please yourself, but he’s home, so deal’s off.

You followed after him and to your bedroom, rolling your eyes at the trail of clothes that littered the floor before they disappeared behind the closed ensuite bathroom door. You heard him humming under the stream of water, and you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to the vision of his naked body glistening as water trailed down every muscle and over every inch of soft skin.

Lying on your back on the king sized bed, you quickly tugged off your pajama bottoms and underwear, kicking them off the edge of the bed, hearing them fall against the wood. You pushed your tank top up your abdomen and over your boobs, not fully taking it off as your one hand began to tweak at your nipples and the other trailed down your stomach, fingers ghosting over your clit and sliding between your folds.

It felt so good to finally have contact, even if it was your own hand. You felt wetness already seep out of your hole, coating your fingertips. Dipping one finger into your pussy, you moaned at the feeling while your thumb began to gently work slow circles on your bundle of nerves.

Harry was right, three weeks of abstinence had your mind swirling in pleasure at just the faintest of touches, and you planned on letting him know that. You let out a loud and drawn out moan as you pushed in another finger, pumping them faster against your walls while your thumb continued to rub against your clit.

And maybe it was a bit dramatic, but you heard the shower turn off not even ten seconds later and you figured you’d done your job right. You heard his feet patter against the tile floor inside and you smirked to yourself before letting out another moan, this time not for Harry’s sake, but genuinely as you curled your fingers inside of you, petting your walls like he would.

Then you heard the door open feverishly and his feet marching across the wood before stopping to where you assume to be right in front of you since your eyes were closed. Just as your toes curled into the sheets and your mouth opened to let out a string of curses, you felt his hand wrap around your wrist, halting your movements.

Your eyes fly open in fake shock, quickly taking in his naked, wet, heavenly body. You wanted to whine but he was quick to leave you speechless as he took your ankles and pulled you to the edge of the bed, legs now off the bed and pulling you so you were sat upright. His stature loomed over you and if you weren’t angry at him, you’d be beyond nervous at his pissed off look. Droplets of water dripped off the tips of his hair, falling down to your face, stomach, and legs as he looked at you with squinted eyes, jaw clenched and lips pursed.

“And what, do you think you’re doing, darling?” He seethed, hand wrapping into your hair and tugging your head back forcefully so you were looking directly up at him. “Thought I made it clear you weren’t to touch yourself without my permission.”

You squinted your own eyes at him, glaring daggers at him that didn’t seem to faze him as he just pulled the roots of your hair harder. “Well, if you won’t touch me, figured I have to do it myself.”

He let out a petty laugh, shaking his head slightly as he clicked his tongue in disapproval. Then in one very quick motion, Harry sat himself on the edge of the bed and threw you over his lap, your tits squished against his broad thigh, as your hips rested against his other.

His fist remained wrapped in your hair while he delivered the first blow to your ass, jolting you against his thighs. You whimpered at the contact, but on the inside you were jumping with joy that he was finally giving you the attention you craved.

“Think you’re being a bit of a brat. I’ll touch you when I want to, not when you want me to. Now count,” and then he delivered a harder slap to your opposite cheek.

When you didn’t count as quick as he wanted, he slapped your pussy with almost as much force as your butt, and you cried at the pain. You tried to squirm away from the sting but he he held you in place.

“Count.”

You were quick to respond this time, not daring to receive another slap to your sensitive center. He continued the punishment until you received ten hits on each cheek, your bottom feeling like it was on fire. You could only imagine how red it was.

By the end, one tear managed to escape your eye and you let out a small sniffle but you were far from upset. It was just your body’s natural reaction to the pain. But, really you were thriving and you couldn’t wait for what was next.

He pulled you off of him by your hair, shoving you to the floor in front of him so you rest on your knees. And you had wood flooring too, but you imagine Harry wasn’t going to give you the benefit of the doubt and wouldn’t give you a pillow to kneel on.

He noticed the trail the one tear left on your cheek, and he cocked his head to the side as his thumb quickly swiped away the moisture. But you knew he wasn’t in anyway ready to be nice to you again.

After a few moments of staring you down, eyes roaming over the features of your face. His thumb traced over the soft skin of your cheek and then your lips before pushing into your mouth, to which you immediately began sucking. Harry admired the way you were quick to be obedient even if you did put yourself into trouble. Almost as if you were apologizing for being a brat even though you would never formally apologize for that.

And that made this all the more fun for him because now he felt less bad about putting you in your place.

“You want me to touch you?” He murmured, enjoying the feeling of your tongue flattening against the underside of his thumb, like you do his cock. You nodded your head softly, eyes looking up at him wide and eager.

He cooed at you, pulling his thumb from your warm mouth but keeping it on your lips so your mouth was slightly agape. If he had his phone on him, he would love to capture the sight in front him. All of this time his dick had been sitting proudly, hardening even more every time you blinked up at him and looked at him innocently through your lashes.

Wrapping his free hand around his cock, he hissed at the feeling, his thumb skimming over his red tip that leaked with precum. Gesturing down to his cock, you knew what he wanted as his hand removed itself from your jaw and back into your hair. Closing your mouth to build up saliva, you spit onto his tip, watching as he gathered it and slid his hand up and down his shaft.

“Been leaving you hanging for almost a month, must be desperate, hm?”

You nodded quickly, humming in agreement as your eyes continued to watch the movement of his hand, wishing he was buried deep inside your walls. Harry wished it too, but he couldn’t let you get what you wanted this simply.

Pulling at your hair so your eyes met up with his again, he smirked at you with a sinister look in his eyes before whispering, “Too bad. Now, open that pretty mouth, darling.”

You obliged, opening your jaw as far as you could before he pushed your head down until you were halfway down his length. You tried to breathe in rapidly through your nose as he pulled you off to his tip before thrusting his hips so you sank farther than halfway.

Harry groaned at the feeling of him weighing down your tongue, enjoying the way you choked around him, your throat contracting against him as each thrust he pushed himself further into your mouth.

Keeping your head still with his hands, he lifted his hips off the bed repeatedly, gaining a steady rhythm as he fucked your throat. Your eyes watered as you felt his tip hit against the back of your throat again and again, but again, you were actually quite enjoying this rather than being in pain like your body insinuated.

His velvet skin slid past your lips continuously, each time coming out shinier as your saliva coated him. He let out numerous hisses and curses, eyes screwing in euphoric pleasure as you gagged and choked.

“Shit, fuck, that’s my good girl. You’re taking me so good.”

You wanted to cheer in triumphant because even though he was fucking you, you still felt this sense of control as he lost himself in the warmth of your mouth. Your hands gripped his thighs, nails digging into his skin and most likely leaving indents but you needed something to take your mind off the burn of your throat.

Harry’s head rolls back as he lets out his loudest moan yet, retracting himself from your mouth fully for a brief moment, giving you a second to breathe again. But, then he just pushed himself past your lips again hitting against your throat roughly, causing you to choke harshly.

He removes himself again, a trail of saliva connecting you to him before it falls against your chin. You gasp in deep breathes as he’s quick to grip under your arms, tugging you up from the floor and onto the bed, stomach down. You didn’t even realize how painful kneeling against the floor was until you felt relieved to be on the soft sheets of your bed.

“You’re okay, right?” He murmurs in your ear as he hovers over your back, and you weakly nod your head against the mattress. He waits a moment for you to catch your breath before you feel his fingers drag down the back of your thighs, pushing them further apart.

“You’re soaked, baby. You like having your throat fucked, don’t you?” He asked in astonishment, one finger pushing into your dripping hole before exiting just as fast.

Then he slapped your thighs, making you jump at the contact. “Answer me.”

“Y-yes,” you stutter, shuttering at the feeling of his fingers ghosting over your pussy.

“Cute.”

And the next thing you know, he’s thrusting himself to the hilt in your cunt, a groan of pleasure leaving both of your throats. You cried as he fastened his movements, hips thrusting at a faster pace than when he was buried in your mouth.

His chest rested against your back, face planted in the crook of your neck while his hands held your hips up so he could get as deep as could into you. His one hand wrapped around your front so it held you up while he rubbed furious circles on your clit, leaving no room for mercy.

“This is what you wanted, hm? Waited so long for me to wreck you, baby?” He asked, hardly waiting for you to answer before he pounded his hardest thrust into you.

Then he sat himself up and pulled you up with him so your back was still connected to his chest. His one hand against pulled at the tips of your hair, your head laying against his shoulder as you whined at the feeling of him pushing himself even deeper inside of you – if that was even possible at this point.

“H. . . please,” you choke out, hardly knowing how to form any words with the continuous attack on your body.

Connecting his lips to yours, you moved your mouths together feverishly and sloppily, tongues moving in sync as best they could while your body continued to jolt forward with each snap of his hips.

The tension in your tummy continued to grow and you were itching for a release, desperately wanting to feel the coil finally unwind. When your walls clenched down on his cock, Harry knew you were close and that’s when he separated your lips and halted his movements inside you. But, his fingers didn’t stop their mind numbing strokes against your clit, and instead they seemed to move faster.

“Wanna cum, Y/N?”

“Plea–”

“Not yet.”

He snapped his hips against you harshly, the squelching sound of your bodies connecting sending you into a frenzy. You whined at his denial, trying your best to keep yourself together but it was proving to be difficult as he kept hitting that special spot inside of you.

You felt him twitch inside of you and you knew he was just about ready to explode too, and when you felt his hot breath hitting against the shell of your ear, and he stilled himself inside of you, you knew it was time to come undone.

“Next time, you won’t get to cum at all,” he hissed, before delivering one final thrust that sent the both of you over the edge.

You both let out loud curses and moans as you shook together, your bodies falling forward and giving out as you rode out your highs. You let out deep pants as your eyes fluttered shut in exhaustion. It was just the morning yet you felt the need to fall asleep into a deep slumber.

For a couple of minutes, neither of you exchanged words as you tried to regain your composure. You felt so happy as Harry’s forehead laid against your shoulder, gentle breaths fanning over your skin.

Just when you think you’ve fallen into a peaceful sleep you hear Harry mutter, “Think m’gonna have to have another shower.”

#whew idk what came over me #maybe im h-word on main #thoughts? #harry styles blurb #harry styles imagine #harry styles smut #harry styles one shot #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles writing #harry styles fanfic #harry styles #one direction fanfiction

[cutesuki--bakugou]

Shitheads

Main Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Koge Naegi (OC)

Featuring: Eijirou Kirishima

Story Rating: Teen

Genre: Fluff / Hurt / Comfort

Warnings: Cursing, Fighting, Arguments, Implied (Assumed) Controlling Nature, Suggestive Themes / Self Undressing (Characters are 18+)

Words: 5,132

**Referenced Story: Love Of My Life

Referenced Characters: Seijirou Eguchi (OC) and Nene Date (OC)

a/n: This is a little snippit from my small fic Memories that I had the urge to elaborate on recently. I also want to try to practice with doing more argumentative and difficult situations instead of just... fluff lol. 

Koge took in a deep breath as she stared at the door handle to her boyfriend's dorm room, gripping on tightly to the strap of her purse that hung on her shoulder. The nervous butterflies that ravaged her stomach were near making her sick, and for a moment, she thought about running off and pretending that she just hadn’t been able to come to visit him tonight. That would fall through, of course, considering the fact that his classmates had seen her come in and greeted her, so her presence would definitely reach his ears one way or another. She just needed to be brave, walk in there, and have a great time with him like she always did, even if she did have a very serious topic to discuss with him. 

He’d take it well. Right? Bakugou wouldn’t blow up and be upset. He just wouldn’t. He’d be excited and supportive and…

No. 

No, he was going to get pissed off, Koge already knew this. Bakugou was already so frustrated with the fact that she had graduated high school while he still had an entire year left before he finished, and if he had a chance to gripe about it, he did. But it had always been like this, even from childhood. Always, he had gotten incredibly frustrated any time Koge got to do something before him, just because of their age difference. Though it had gotten better over the years as he grew more mature, and they grew closer as a couple, Koge knew that it still upset him quite often. 

Even though she had just graduated only a couple of months ago, he had griped that he missed her being here, that he hated he couldn’t be with her as often as he had been before, and how he felt worried about her leaving from her new job so late at night. All in all, her having graduated had been amazing, but her relationship with Bakugou had taken quite a harsh blow. Still, she couldn’t just keep him in the dark about her plans, and she could only hope that he would accept them and not throw a hissy fit like she expected. 

After another quick, deep breath, Koge knocked lightly on the wooden door in her typical rhythm, waiting patiently for a response. Instead of the typical grunt that welcomed her to come in on her own, the door opened before her, revealing her casually dressed and visibly exhausted boyfriend. “Hey, Utsuro.” 

“Hey, Katsuki,” Koge smiled up at him softly, walking inside as he moved to let her in. “You look worn out.” 

After shutting the door behind him, Bakugou held her arms gently at the elbows as he leaned in to kiss her softly, to which Koge responded with her hands resting on his strong biceps and kiss in return. In his third year at UA, Bakugou’s body had changed and matured in a way that made Koge feel incredibly small beside him, but it wasn’t something that she hated. She didn’t mind having to push up on her tiptoes to reach his lips or hug him around the neck. In fact, his strong stature made her feel so safe, comfortable, and warm, and it was a struggle to not get to see him every day. 

“Today was fucking brutal. Honestly, all week was. I look forward to a lazy weekend with you.” He kissed her forehead before pulling her into a hug, resting his chin on the top of her head. “I’m glad you got off.” 

Nuzzling her face into his chest, Koge hugged his torso tightly, soaking in his presence for a moment. I wonder if I should just wait to tell him… Or if I should just rip off the Band-Aid and get it over with. I hate that I get so anxious just to tell him something. That… really isn’t a good thing… “Me too, love…” 

“Is something wrong?” 

Koge bit down on the inside of her cheek, silently cursing at herself for letting her voice waiver like it had. Bakugou was just too intuitive for her to get away with hiding anything, and though it was often the best thing for them relationship wise, there were times that she just wasn’t ready to talk to him about things. That included right that second, as she had wanted to just relax with him for a while before suddenly dropping this huge news on him like a boulder. 

“Nothing is wrong, I just…” Releasing him, Koge let her hands slide down his arms until she was holding his hands. “I just have something I wanted to talk to you about. And I really hope that you won’t get upset…” 

Furrowed brow and frown creasing his rarely calm features, Bakugou gave her hands a small squeeze, the skin of his palms growing warm with his silent concern. Rocking back and forth on her feet a bit, Koge took in and released a deep breath, avoiding his piercing gaze as she tried to gather her courage. 

“Utsuro… You don’t have to be scared to tell me stuff.” 

Feeling a bit of guilt tug at her heart, Koge glanced up at Bakugou as a frown crossed her lips. “Katsuki… I just… It’s something that always upsets you, that’s why I’m worried.” 

“It’s that serious?” 

“Yeah… It really is. But it’s not bad! It’s actually really exciting!” Koge stepped in a bit closer to him, taking a moment to let her purse fall off her shoulder and toss it out of the way against the wall. “At least, I’m really excited. Super hyped.” 

“Get on with it, then.” 

“Okay… I’m getting my own place.” 

The silence that fell upon them was deafening, Bakugou’s comfortable posture instantly stiffening. Immediately, Koge felt nothing but an extreme sense of fear for his reaction, holding her breath as she tightened her grip on his hands. As he seemed to try to understand what she had said in his exhausted mind, his brow furrowed deeper, his head even cocking to the side a bit in thought. 

“Uh… what?”

Koge shifted nervously on her feet, swallowing the lump that had grown in her throat. Eyes on Bakugou’s chest, she tried to get past the frustrated quiver of his voice, hating that he was already reacting that way. She had hoped this would go smoothly, that he would support her completely. Obviously, she was wrong.

“I said that I’m going to get my own place, Katsuki. I don't want to live with my dad anymore… I make enough money already. Is that… a bad thing?” Koge chanced a glance up at him, feeling the knot in her stomach grow tighter at the shock on his face. Heart dropping as he released her hands, she watched as Bakugou took a few steps back from her, shoving his hands into his sweatpants pockets. 

“Utsuro, you can’t be fucking serious.”

Sighing, Koge wrung her hands together, finally keeping her stern gaze locked with his. “I am serious. I don’t understand what the problem is…” 

Bakugou gave an angry scoff, turning his back to her as he began to pace about the room. “The whole idea is a problem! You just got on your feet after graduating, why would you want to go and be on your own like that?!”

His words weren’t making any sense to her. Koge knew that he was trying to convey his feelings, but whatever he wanted to say, it just wasn’t coming out right. “Because I want to. I want to be independent. You know I don’t get along with my dad… I was only living with him until I got a job, which I have. Mr. Eguchi is paying me really well and is working on helping me get my own studio to teach at. I thought that you would be proud and excited for me…” Koge had to stop as she felt a burning rise up at the back of her throat, trying to blink the tears away and stay strong.

I knew this was going to happen. 

Bakugou reached up and ruffled his hair roughly, leaning against his computer desk. “You’re just doing it again.” The change in his voice was staggering, becoming suddenly low and quiet as he hung his head. Frown crossing her lips, Koge fiddled a bit with the hem of her shirt, looking over his defeated posture. 

“I’m doing what…?”

“Leaving me behind! For fucks sake!” His glare finally turned towards her, sending a cold chill through her body at how visibly distraught he was. “You’re my girlfriend, damn it! I should be there to help keep us stable, to support you! How can I be okay with you doing it alone?!”

“I…” Koge struggled to find a response, reached up to wipe her cheeks as the tears finally found their escape. “Katsuki, please don’t think that way. I’m not leaving you behind. I love you, and you know that!” She took a step, making her way over to him. “I’m sorry that I’m a year older than you, but there’s nothing I can do about that! I’ve happily put so much of my life on hold waiting for you, and I will continue to do so until you’re graduated. But this… I have to do it.” She placed a hand on his arm gently, but it was instantly shrugged away.

“You don’t have to do shit, Utsuro. I don’t like it. I don’t want you to be struggling, alone, and fucking hours away from campus! What if you pick a bad area? That prissy Eguchi shithead already has you working from his main firm that is in one of the shittiest areas it could be in! I don’t want you living close to there! You get off late at night as it is.” Bakugou moved away from her, once again pacing around the room.

Here it was, the entire problem that Koge had worried about from the beginning. He was so protective of her that it boarded on being controlling in a way that she just couldn’t agree with. She wanted to be independent, to take this next step in her life with his support and wait for him to join her. But this attitude, this disgust in something that she wanted so badly was ripping at her heart and her confidence. Was it really that bad of an idea?

“Katsuki, don’t talk about him that way. He’s done so much for me, and he supports my decision. He would rather me live in a safer area. Besides, I can take care of myself!” Koge crossed her arms over her chest, fighting against the tears again as she grew angry. 

Bakugou gave a click of his tongue in annoyance, shooting a quick glare at her before keeping his back towards her. “Oh, so you told him first? Fucking fantastic, I’m glad that airhead gave you his worthless opinion. Probably influenced you into this bad decision in the first place.”

“He didn’t! He has nothing to do with this except he pays me for doing my job.” Koge flopped down to sit in his office chair, keeping her arms crossed. This just wasn’t fair. None of this was acceptable, from the way he belittled her relationship with her mentor, to his disgusted and resentful tone. “You’re being so ridiculous! Why can’t you just… Be a good boyfriend for once?!”

The instant the words left her mouth, she felt regret wash over her like a violent wave, the shocked look on his face dragging her heart into despair. What had she just said? It wasn’t true. This man, her lover and best friend, treated her with nothing but kindness and love that not a single other person in the universe would ever receive. Hot headed? Sure, but never awful. Never truly hurtful. Never. 

N-no--!

“Katsuki, I… I didn’t-”

“I think you should leave, Koge...” Bakugou spoke in a low growl, soft but so sharp Koge felt as if his words could cut her in half. Never in his life had he ever spoken to her like that, so vicious and purely mean. 

And she deserved it. 

“But-”

“Shut up. I want you to leave. Now.” 

Now trembling from head to toe, Koge found herself frozen in the chair, hand over her mouth to try and control her sudden violent nausea. The tears were hot as they rushed down her cheeks, pouring from her eyes uncontrollably. Feeling lost, dejected, and full of regret, Koge somehow found her way to her feet. She didn’t want to leave. She wanted to talk this out, to apologize and find the common ground they had always been on before. But it was gone, shattered by an earthquake with an uncrossable crevasse between them. 

So, on legs that felt like lead, Koge slowly shifted her way backwards to the door, watching him at every second in anticipation that he would change his mind. By the time her hand was on the handle, he hadn’t moved another inch, nor did he bother to look at her. It was so incredibly painful, this rejection and dismissal, and just so completely foreign. They never fought. What was she supposed to do? 

“K...Katsuki…?” 

Please look at me. Please. 

At the sound of her timid voice, Bakugou’s shoulders hunched up and his head bowed, but there was nothing else. His silence was more profound than any rage or screaming fit he could ever have, and with that silence, Koge knew what she had to do. 

She left. 

The nausea almost got the better of her as the door shut, forcing her to cover her mouth again to keep from puking in the hallway. In a daze, she ripped herself from the door slowly, unable to take her eyes off it, until a voice startled her so badly that she jumped. Teary gaze immediately landed on the person who startled her, the blurry image of a very confused Kirishima looking at her. Eyes wide with curiosity and a piece of pizza still half in his mouth, the redhead was quick to gain his composure, biting off the chunk of food and wiping his lips with the back of his hand. 

“Koge? Hey, are you okay?” 

Hiccuping as she tried to control her sobs, Koge nodded, taking a few steps backward. “Y-yeah… Fine. I’m… fine. Excuse me.” Turning, Koge somehow found the strength to move, jogging down the hallway and around the corner. In some type of haze, she rushed down the stairs and through the full common room until she was outside. If people had tried to say something to her, she didn’t notice, nor did she care. She didn’t deserve to be consoled or have her spirits lifted, not after what she had said to the man she cared about so deeply. 

When she finally stopped running, she was a few buildings down from class 3-A’s dorm, chest aching so badly that she just couldn’t go anymore. No, instead, she just stood there in the middle of the walkway, struggling to breathe. 

“What the hell did I do? My Katsuki…-” 

“Koge!” 

Again, the voice of her friend startled her, turning to face Kirishima as he jogged towards her, waving her down. “Koge, hey, what’s going on?” 

“Eijirou… You didn’t talk to him?” Crossing her arms over her chest, Koge shifted her weight uncomfortably on her feet, having difficulty looking Kirishima in the face.

“Him? Bakugou? No, he wouldn’t answer, and his door was locked. What happened, did you guys have a fight?” With a tender and comforting touch, Kirishima placed his hands on Koge’s shoulders, which only made more tears well up in her already sore eyes. “Do you want to talk about it? Want me to call Nene? Want to sit down?” 

As the questions began to overwhelm her, Koge couldn’t stop the barrage of tears and sobs that broke through, crying freely. “I want my Katsuki! Eijirou, I did something awful!” Stepping forward, Koge rested her forehead against his chest. “I called him a bad boyfriend! I love him so much, why would I do that?!” 

A bit hesitant, Kirishima gave a small cough to clear his throat, before gently putting his arms around her. “Shh, Koge, it’s okay. I’m sure he knows you didn’t mean it.” 

“I-I just wanted t-to tell him I got an a-a-apartment, or I-- I mean, I want to g-get one, b-but he got so - hic- u-upset and said he d-didn’t want me to - hic- and I g-got mad because I wanted him to b-b-be happy for me, s-so I called him a bad boyfriend!” Koge was barely comprehensible as she spilled the entire situation in less than a few seconds, a mix of her crying and face being shoved into his t-shirt making her a blubbering mess. “Why would I s-say that, I don’t m-mean it! I don’t!” 

“Koge, people say bad things sometimes when they’re upset, it happens. Bakugou’s done that a ton of times, with literally everyone he’s ever even looked at. You’ve had fights like this before haven’t you? How’d you talk it out then?” 

“No, we haven’t!” 

“Oooh. Damn… Uhm. Y’know, how about we sit down for a little bit so you can breathe.” 

After allowing Kirishima to lead her over to a bench along the walking path, the two sat together for a while in silence while Koge cried it out. Eventually, there weren't any more tears to shed, and once she gained better control of her breathing, she attempted to talk about it again. 

“I’m sorry, Eijirou. I shouldn’t drag you into this…” 

“Are you kidding? You’re not dragging me into anything, Koge, you’re one of my best friends, I’m not just gonna leave you hanging.” Kirishima gave her a comforting sharp toothed grin, one which could give anyone cavities just from how ridiculously sweet he was. With a heavy sigh, Koge ran her fingers through a lock of her hair, kicking her legs anxiously since they didn’t reach the ground. 

“I just… I felt like he was trying to control me. I get that he’s protective, and I love that about him, but it was just like… He wanted to be in control of the entire situation. And I… He’s never tried to control me like that.” 

“I don’t necessarily think that he was trying to control you. I mean, yeah, he’s the kind of guy that likes order and to be in charge, but he’s never really done that with you. I think he’s just scared, maybe? That you’re going to be so far out of his reach in a way that you’ve never been before. Not including when you were living with your mom forever ago.” 

“He can’t protect me from everything…” 

With a sigh, Kirishima leaned back, hands in his shorts pockets. “I think… Bakugou has a really different view on the world than most. He’s seen the dirty side of things and been forced into situations where he’s been really alone. I just don’t think he wants that to happen to you.” 

“I can take care of myself.” 

“He thought that, too… During summer camp our first year. What looks to you like over controlling is probably just… him being overly cautious and worried. ‘Cause he loves you. And you know he thinks about everything that could happen in a split second. That’s what makes him an awesome hero, but it also sets him back during things like this. I’m not saying that him blowing up on you is justified, I’m just trying to figure out why.” 

Pulling her feet up onto the bench, Koge wrapped her arms around her legs, hiding her face in them. “We both handled that really wrong… But I had no right to call him what I did… And he won’t take ‘sorry’ and just work with me to fix it.” 

Kirishima was silent for a moment, bouncing his leg up and down as he tried to think. “Hmmm… What would Bakugou respond to… Food?” 

“I can’t cook… and it’s too late to go get anything.” 

“A gift?” 

“I have nothing on me. And I… left my purse in his room.” 

“A fight? Like, a physical one?” 

“We can’t punch an apology out of each other.” 

Grumbling as he sunk down further into the bench, Kirishima straightened his legs out in front of him, heels dug into the sidewalk with toes pointed up at the sky. “You two are so complicated! You only understand each other, no one else gets the way you click.” 

Sitting up, Koge rubbed her sore eyes. “Maybe I should just go home… We’re both too upset to make a real decision right now anyway.” 

“But you can’t go home, ‘cause you don’t have your purse…” 

“No purse means no money and no way to get on the train.” With a frustrated groan, Koge lied her forehead on her legs again, struggling against the urge to start crying. “I hate this.” 

“Well, you can crash in my room if you want. I just changed my sheets and I’ll sleep on the floor.” 

“Thank you… Honestly, I’m super exhausted, and maybe a nap will help me think better.” 

The instantly Koge flopped to lay in the unfamiliar bed, she crashed, her entire body and mind worn down to the bone. It was a heavy sleep, one so deep that, when she opened her eyes, she couldn’t tell if she was actually awake or not. The darkness in the room told her that it was nighttime now, along with the deep and loud snoring coming from somewhere nearby on the floor. Eyes aching, Koge glanced around until her eyes landed on a digital clock, which told her that it was just after midnight. 

Damn, I really crashed… That nap was a good five hours… 

Sighing and feeling like she couldn’t sleep anymore, Koge pushed herself to sit up, rubbing her face. Although the room was warm, she felt incredibly cold and lonely, aching for the feeling of her lover’s arms around her. He was so close, just right on the other side of the wall. Was he asleep? Restless? Angry? Sad? Probably a confusing and jumbled mix of a million emotions, just like Koge was. 

I can’t just do nothing… I need to go back to him and try to get him to talk to me… Somehow. 

Once her eyes were decently adjusted to the dark, she stood, carefully and quietly stepping around the sprawled out Kirishima, who was mostly on the floor instead of his little pad he had made up out of blankets. Just as quietly, she was able to shut the door, doing everything she could to not draw attention to herself. 

Standing outside of Bakugou’s door now, she stared at it in hesitation, terrified to make that next move to try and open it. She knew that, at this point, there were two things that could happen. 

If the door was locked, then that meant he still didn’t want her presence, and she would have to return to bed with no resolution. 

But, if it was open, then she knew that it would be a silent plea for her to come back to him to work things out. 

How long she stood there gathering her courage, she wasn’t sure. When she did finally make the move to grip the door handle, it took another few minutes to finally push down on it. To her shock, there was no resistance, and the door opened with an incredibly soft click. 

Nausea returning, Koge silently slipped inside, closing the door just as softly as it had opened. With blackout curtains installed over the window, Bakugou’s room was pitch black, just as he had always preferred it. At first, she was unable to see anything at all, until the dull green glow of his digital alarm clock gave her something visual to grip onto. 

Against the light, she could see the figure of Bakugou in his bed, his back turned towards the room. It was impossible for her to tell if he was awake or not, since he didn’t snore quite as loudly as his redheaded friend next door, nor did his breathing seem heavy enough to move his shoulders. So, timidly, Koge made her way over to the bed, taking a moment to remove her jeans to leave her in just a t-shirt and underwear, as she normally slept. 

Could this go horribly wrong? Absolutely. He could get angry and shove her out of bed or start yelling and wake up the whole building. Or, he could just completely ignore her, which would be even worse. His silence was much more painful than getting something out of him. Even at least a grunt or huff would be enough to tell her that he at least recognized her presence. But silence? That meant everything would not be so easily healed, if it could be healed at all. 

After swallowing the lump that had grown in her throat, Koge carefully lifted his covers, slipping into bed behind him. His warmth instantly swallowing her, she couldn’t resist cuddling up into his back, nuzzling her nose into his t-shirt between his shoulder blades. There was no movement from him, not even a change in his breathing, and as Koge settled, she wondered if he really was deep in sleep. 

Blinking the new hoard of tears away, Koge let her arm slide around his torso, and to her surprise, Bakugou actually caressed her arm in return. 

“Katsuki?” 

There was no verbal answer, only a movement of his head as he turned his face more into his pillow. Biting down on her bottom lip to try and stop its trembling, Koge took in a deep breath, closing her eyes to try and keep focused. 

“I… I’m a shithead.” 

“You are. A fucking shithead.” 

“The worst.” 

“I know you didn’t mean it, Utsuro. I’m not stupid. I’m not a stranger to emotional angry outbursts… But that doesn’t stop me from wondering where that came from… What made you think that way…” 

“It’s not true. You’re a wonderful boyfriend… I just… I wanted your support so badly with this decision and your reaction to it was… so negative.” 

Bakugou gave a heavy sigh, softly rubbing the skin of Koge’s arm with his thumb. “Utsuro… It’s hard for me to accept. You’ve always been so close to me, never out of my reach, and I just… I want to protect you. Take care of you. And I fucking can’t.” 

“Katsuki--” 

“-- But I’m not trying to control you. I’m not trying to decide for you, but I’m sure it came off that way. I fucking love you, Koge. You know that. I don’t want to lose what we have.” 

“We wouldn’t. Katsuki,” With careful movements, Koge crawled over him, squeezing herself between him and the wall so they were facing each other. Bakugou didn’t open his arms to hold her just yet, though he did finally catch her gaze with his own. “I know it’s scary. I’m scared to do it. But… it’s something that I need to do for myself. And I know you can’t come with me yet, but… you will. Soon you’ll be out of here, getting a job, and taking your next step in life. No matter what, I will be there.” 

“It’s dangerous.” 

“Everything is dangerous, love. Remember that one time we went jogging and that guy had pulled me into an ally…** Even when you’re there, Katsuki, things can happen. But we can’t live our lives worrying about that. It’s okay to be worried for each other. I’m worried for you every day still trapped in this third-year hell.” With a tender touch, Koge placed her hand on his arm. “But we can’t stop each other from living… Besides… I never said that I wouldn’t be having you help me every step of the way. I’m an indecisive airhead, after all, I need my extra opinionated, honest, observant, and cute boyfriend to help me.” 

Bakugou rolled his eyes, giving an annoyed scoff as Koge batted her eyelashes at him innocently. “Yeah right. You’ll fall in love with the first place you see.” 

“Not true. I’m picky. And I want to pick somewhere we both like… You never know what might happen after you graduate. As long as you don’t hate me, now.” 

“I don’t hate you, stupid. I still don’t like it, either, but… You’re right. If it’s something you really want to do, I should support you. But you’d better bet your fucking ass that I will be pushing for good areas and won’t let anyone take advantage of you.” Finally, Bakugou opened his arms, pulling her in against his chest tightly, as if his embrace was a punishment. Feeling her emotions swell, Koge hugged him in return, burying her face into his chest. 

“Thank you so much, Katsuki. I’m… I’m really sorry for what I said. You’ve never been a bad boyfriend… You’re perfect.” 

“Both of us are far from perfect, Utsuro. But it’s alright. We’re shitheads together.” 

“You’re not a shithead. Just… cautious and protective. Worried, too. Eijirou helped talk me through it… Like you said, it seemed controlling in the moment, but it wasn’t like that at all, I just… had a bad reaction.” 

Bakugou gave a small scoff, prompting Koge to lift her head to look up at him. “Kirishima? What, you talked to him?” 

“He… caught me when I first left your room. I think he tried to talk to you, too, but you didn’t answer.” 

“No, I didn’t… I’m glad he went after you, though. I’ll need to thank him...” 

Feeling her cheeks flush, Koge couldn’t resist the small smile on her lips. “Why?” 

“Because if he didn’t, we would have ended up moping over this for days, probably. Knowing us… Stupid and stubborn.” Bakugou pressed his lips against hers softly, pulling her body in tight against him. “Mm… I’m sorry, too. I shouldn’t have blown up like that at you.” 

Koge’s stomach tingled with butterflies as he continued to place soft kisses on her lips, lightly tracing circles along his back with her nails. “It’s okay. We’ll make it through this. Even if we have to video chat every night.” 

“We’re already doing that.” 

“We’ll have to keep doing it, then. I promise, Katsuki… I’ll never let us drift apart.” 

“Neither will I, Utsuro. Let’s just forget it for now… I want to spend the weekend with my girl, as lazy and fucking boring as possible.” 

“Sleep, make love, watch movies, cuddle, and eat bad food. What could be better?” 

“Add a massage to the mix and it sounds like fucking heaven.” 

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Jason Todd: Little Red Riding Hood

A/N: Another Halloween one lovelies!! 🎃

Warnings: Language, mildly suggestive themes

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Black Mask was extremely aggravating at this precise moment in time, of course the dealer always was but for Jason, now in particular, he had reached another level.

"Aw, Little Red Riding Hood is off her game." Roman taunted further.

The vigilante shot in frustration, the wistful gun smoke mirroring his anger perfectly - there was a reason for the unusual mockery but Jason hadn't figured it out yet.

"Fuck off old man, I'm not in the mood!"

A sudden whistle rebounded off of the walls, the action seemingly harmless at first glance leading Jason to reposition his twin pistols toward a cornered Black Mask once more wearing a smirk under his helmet.

Although, a low warning growl echoed in the silence drawing his attention and eliciting maniacal laughter from the master who called it - deadly crimson irises sparkling in the moonlight and silky matte black fur flowing with the oversized predators movements. An array of questions and string of curses ravaged Red's mind as it prowled around him, the play on Red Riding Hood making much more sense now faced with the Big Bad Wolf - how Roman Sionis acquired such a creature remaining unknown.

The beast displayed a healing factor, recovering from bullet wounds in record time as well as maintaining fluent speed and agility Jason could barely keep up with. Although, through cunning he was able to shoot overhead wires to send multiple heavy steel poles toppling down on the creature with a pained whine. Without waiting for the wolf to awaken, Red Hood was hunting Roman down to finally track him to his escape helicopter on the roof until holding him at gunpoint that is. However, when you stumbled through the door panting heavily and glaring at Black Mask - the villain found an alternate bargaining chip. A shrill scream escaped your lips once you felt the piercing bullet through your shoulder and caused you to lean against the doorframe holding your injury.

"You're such a dick Roman!" Venom laced your tone, practically spitting his name like the bile he was before fading into unconsciousness.

"Ah ah, now Red Riding Hood... you can kill me, or save the civilian." Black Mask held the upper hand, there is no way Red Hoods conscience would allow him to let an innocent die, you looked rough already with claw gashes decorating your clothing as well as the blood sinking down your torso. Probably a victim of that beast he'd fought earlier, leverage for some addict Roman dealt to who couldn't pay up - you were undeserving of this situation.

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You awoke with a deep breathe, immediately sitting upright causing a brief dizzy spell. The surroundings were unfamiliar, various blankets coated your body as well as bandages encircling you waist and shoulder which were briskly removed revealing no signs of injury at all - quirks of a werewolf you suppose. However, such phenomenons would be considered suspicious by even Gotham standards and as a result you rewrapped them just in case.

At that moment a handsome young man strolled into your space, carrying clean bandages and pain killers, the sight surprising to see considering his less than emasculate association with Red Hood you supposed.

"You're up then stranger." Your only response was an acknowledging hum to which he didn't seem to mind. Although as soon a he reached for your wrapping you were quick to stand, backing away with a defensive stance.

"Don't touch me."

"Tch, you took a damn bullet! I’m gonna call the hospital." He chastised, not much care to his tone.

"No! I'm fine, the bandages are fine - thanks and I've gotta go."

"Then, I'm getting you back to wherever you came from or else Mask is just gonna hunt you down again dumbass. Luckily for you that bullet took out whatever device he planted in your shoulder." The stranger sarcastically replied, crossing his arms with an exasperated sigh.

You gently traced your shoulder, knowing he no longer had control over you anymore. "Heh, he has crap aim when he’s panicking and thanks Red but I’ll be doing the hunting.”

"The names Jason." He acted indifferent but you could hear his heartbeat increase.

"Red Hood, Jason - same thing, what would you prefer me to call you? Little Red Riding Hood perhaps?" You gave a mischievous smirk, both scents identical to your finely tuned nose. Jason looked defeated, released a bored sigh and disregarded all pretences.

"Tch. Anyway, Roman’s heading out to Santa Prisca in a few weeks so I’ve got that covered and you can be on your way.”

“Perfect, I owe him a bullet. Don’t even try to argue, I’m both resourceful and strong enough to get there on my own regardless - I also know the Santa Prisca base inside out.” You posed a valid justification, albeit still wasn’t enough for him to trust you but that meant you were on the same page.

“For fucks sake...” Any other time he would’ve left tag alongs behind but for some strange instinctive reason, he didn’t think that’d be an option with you.

.

It required teamwork, a gathering of intel and resources - some of which you acquired via intimidation, crimson irises and razor fangs were persuasive - not that you allowed your unwilling partner to bear witness to such atrocities. Although you suspected he had suspicions regarding your mysterious uncanny ability to retrieve answers yet chose to ignore it.

In time you found yourselves standing in the mist of Santa Prisca’s dense forestry under a veil of stars, you’d arrived later than expected and despite Jason’s determined nature you’d pestered him enough to let you rest until midnight. Of course at that point, you’d have additional power with the full moon revealing itself.

Unfortunately lighting a campfire left you at risk of being detected at such close proximity to their base, but it wasn’t an issue as your natural body temperature kept you warm and as a result you were curled up at the base of a tree in no time. However, your sleep was disturbed when a sudden rush of heat seeped through your body and upon opening your eyes caught a glimpse of Jason strolling away with a stretch before lying on the ground, arms tucked behind his head and gaze towed at the starry sky. Your brows furrowed, not sure as to why he’d felt the urge to drape his jacket over your sleeping form rather than keep it for himself - besides he needed it more. With a huff, you stood up and walked over to him only to throw it back on his chest.

“What the- it’s called chivalry!” Jason begrudgingly whisper yelled after jumping from the unexpected interruption.

“I can hear your teeth chattering from over there and I can’t sleep so shut up and warm up.” Was your heartless reply, smirking as your friend rolled his eyes but as you went back to your spot, it seemed his temperature hadn’t risen as much as you’d liked.

Again you returned, this time stripping your own jacket which left more of your heated skin exposed and placed it over him before lying against his side, head on his chest and arm laid on his waist - more heat radiating from your body in order to warm him up.

“(Y/n) what the hell are you doing?! I’m fine!” Jason was incredibly tense, edging away from you purely due to shock as he justified himself.

“It’s chivalry or whatever, trust me.” With your quiet but stern counter, he couldn’t deny how addicting your warmth was and despite his reservations his body was attracted to your warmth like a magnet.

Soon enough his heart rate lowered, muscles comfortably relaxing as he’d subconsciously embraced your presence and had in fact drifted off to sleep before you did much to your amusement.

Midnight rolled around, your biological clock waking you and forcing your irises to glow a deep crimson but your movements whilst you sat up stirred Jason, since you’d slipped out of his grip, who caught a glimpse of them as you’d turned away - instantly he’d pulled you back, grasping your jaw to face him only to find your natural eye colour glaring back.

“I sleep with you once and you think you can kiss me whenever you want?”

“I wasn’t gonna - your eyes were - lets just get moving.” He snapped from his thoughts, too flustered to form a coherent sentence and instantly removed himself to find his helmet muttering something under his breath.

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Upon entering the base, you found yourselves before Black Mask, unconscious henchmen in your wake thanks to your turbulent teamwork.

"How cute, it took longer than I expected but my little lap dog brought you here anyway. Too bad Red Hood." At his words and beckoning whistle, you stepped toward him as Mask ordered...

Like countless times before, you found your body configuring to its alternative form, silky black fur cascading down your back with a deadly snarl echoing across the island landscape.

"Interesting thing with wolves Hood, they have loyalty. Now kill 'im (Y/n)!" You prowled around Roman, standing beside the man who now held the upper hand with his greatest weapon by his side.

"(Y/n)?!" Jason was unreadable, the helmet making sure of that but you could hear the betrayal in his voice, an underlying tone of hurt accompanied your name whilst he silently pleaded with you. Though your focus was no longer on him, a glare was directed at your tail that appeared to be wagging due to Jason's attention - god no.

At least you could hide a crush when not wolfing out, this was just embarrassing... before anyone could notice the uncharacteristic behaviour you chose to speak, voice an octave lower than your usual one.

"Interesting thing about loyalty Roman, it has to be earned. And the Red Hood has most definitely earned mine... you however? Not so much."

Jason lowered his guns as a scattered Roman tumbled to the floor in a failed attempt to scramble away after you savagely barked at him, a large paw on his chest to pin him in place and pearly incisors centimetres from his terrified face.

“...So do I have to get you a collar now, because, I mean... I will...” The vigilante quipped, no doubt less than decent purposes occupying his mind as you sighed in exasperation, looking up at him with a deadly gaze before walking past and ensuring to swish your oversized tail in his face as you went leaving him to a defeated crime lord.

“I’ll take that as a no.”

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By the time you’d morphed back and returned to the balcony in a stolen soldiers jacket and spare bottoms from your supplies you found Mask hung from the roof and gagged for the authorities to collect. Jason had waited for you and started on the path back to where you’d arrived on the island in silence, supposedly neither of you knowing what to say to each now alone. However, you felt at ease considering he hadn’t left without you even if it was mildly awkward.

“So that’s why you were so warm...” His voice was calm but quiet, though his words caused you to look up at him and answer somewhat guiltily.

“Yeah.”

“And the interrogations?”

“Yeah...”

“Hm.” It was simple, Jason still processing the information whilst silence once again took over the two of you as the walk continued. His expression remaining contemplative but accepting since he’d removed his helmet.

"Your eyes are beautiful by the way, I couldn’t say that earlier since you wanted to kiss me and all.” Jason wore a kind smile now, sensing your silent self hatred he’d playfully knocked your arm in order to stir a heartier reply.

"Oh you’re hilarious, how you honour me damned prince of Gotham." And he got one.

“Great to sleep with and funny too, you're the whole package aren't you furball?" It seemed as though the snarky exchanges had returned, bringing with them a sense of reassuring normalcy again.

“You’re just upset that you woke up as the little spoon Red Riding Hood.” You rolled your eyes with a challenging smirk, winking at Jason who only returned the gesture.

“Hey, there’s nothin wrong with that - besides it’s your turn next Big Bad Wolf.”

“Bite me.”

“Just tell me where and how hard, I might surprise you wolfie.” His flirtatious comments left you flushed but hadn’t left you defenceless.

“You can shiver tonight.”

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Crimson Lane - Chapter 21 - The Stranger

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The roar of the ocean subsided beneath the cliffs of Chandrila, soothed and satiated in the wake of the passing storm. The rhythmic rise and fall of waves against the cliff face hushed in the distance as Ben and Rey clung to each other.

Rey closed her eyes, ear pressed against Ben’s chest as she listened to the soothing drumming of his heart. His hands clamped around her back, holding her close.

“What are you doing here?” Ben’s voice was heady and desperate as he stroked her hair.

“I came with Finn on a story—I didn’t even know who he was interviewing until we got here.” She tucked her head beneath his chin. “Your mother banished me from the house for asking too many questions about you.”

He chuckled. “I bet she did.”

The surface of the pond shimmered in the salty wind as Rey glided her fingers over Ben’s torso. There were goosebumps on his arms, and even now he tried to steady himself from shivering.

How long had he been walking the grounds out here? She felt a rush of guilt, knowing she’d been the reason he’d sought to punish himself in the bitter cold and rain.

“Rey.” His voice was hushed against the rush of waves. “I’m so sorry.”

“Shhh.” She hugged him tighter. “I should have let you explain.”

“You were right to run.”

“Don’t say that.”

“When I think about that night, what I did to you…”

“ Please  .” She reached up on her tippy-toes, pressing hurried kisses between whispered breaths. “Please stop  . I forgive you.”

He started at the words and she wondered if anyone had ever said them to him before.

“I  forgive  you, okay?”

He nodded, but even now she could see that these thoughts hadn’t left completely. She wondered if they ever would, or if he would live with the guilt of his actions forever.

She focused on the rippling water, at the lotus flowers dancing on the surface, trying to think of a way to reassure him. Rey had no idea how any of this would pan out. Their whole relationship, or whatever it was, had been built on deception, contrived by Snoke. He must have thought she would hurt him, that he would ruin her, but somehow they’d found each other, despite  everything, Rey had found her home with him.

That’s something she would never give up.

“I’ll stand with you, Ben.” She kissed him again. “No matter what happens from here, I’ll stand with you till the end.”

He met each one of her kisses, deepening them with every shared breath. When they pulled away, at last, something had changed in his expression. She waited for him to speak, but he just nodded, brushing his fingers below her bottom lip, as if savouring the curve of her chin, the angle of her jaw, lengthening falling strokes down her neck. Rey shivered, heat radiating as his fingers trailed down her skin.

“Did my parents tell you the truth?“ he asked.

“No, it was Maz. If you can believe that?”

He shook his head, bemused. “Now I’ve seen everything.”

She smiled. This evening, a brush of stubble shadowed his chin. His hair was messy, tossed by wind, rain and sea salt.

At what point had he become so beautiful to her?

She thought back to the first night he’d stood in her doorway, a monster of man, dwarfing the light. He’d reminded her of the night with his piercing eyes and scowl. How he’d refused to look her in the eye even as he’d taken her that night.

He was not what she expected. And, he still wasn’t. With every moment, she had a new understanding of him and the sacrifices he made for her.

That he was still making.

“I know you’re Poe’s source.”

Ben raised his eyebrows, and she was happy to surprise him.

“I’ve been trying to find a way out for years now. It was Lor’s idea to act as the middle man—” He stopped, unable to meet her gaze.

“You’ve been carrying this alone for so long. You don’t have to now.”

He dropped his head to hers, wrapping her in close again. They moved in unison, swaying between the shadows, their waltz emerging into something more urgent with every dance of their lips. Ben’s hand splayed across her back, pulling her into him to feel — -  everything , the unsteadiness of his breath, the heat pressing into her. The way he burned for her, it drove her to feel things… to do things she never had the courage to do before.

She released a moan at grasping fingers hungering after her, they’d tunnelled beneath her top, finding bare skin, rubbing and pressing her ever closer.

“Is there somewhere we can go?” she asked, breathless.

“My old bedroom. We can sneak in...” He cupped his hands over her backside as his tongue ravaged her mouth, a promise of what was to come.

Ben always moved with fiery intensity and this charge was no different. It was an attack on her senses, the outside world slipped away, as every surge of desire drove down her body.

It was the reason she hadn’t heard the footsteps, or noticed the tiny gut-instinct that warned her they were being watched…

A branch snapped, followed by a muffled curse and Rey pulled away from him, lips raw and red, heart dropping at the sight before her.

Finn was standing less than three metres away, mouth agape.

“ Rey ,” he said in the tone of one who was trying to get her to back away from a wild animal. “What’s going on?”

“I’ll tell you what the hell is going on.” Poe stormed from behind him like a scorpion ready to strike, teeth clenched and anger burned into every line of his brow. “She’s with him —  Kylo Ren !”

The walk back to the house was bad enough. The night was closing in, with painted streaks of pink disappearing into grey. Rey clasped Ben’s hand, a reminder that she wouldn’t let go. Even after Poe had called him out, he’d said nothing.

Once inside, Rey and Kylo sat on a mahogany and ivory chaise lounge, huddled together like they were standing trial, while Poe stood before them, dialling his phone.

“Poe, would you put the damn phone down and just listen!” Rey had tried to keep the panic out of her voice to little avail.

Poe ignored her, bringing the phone to his ear.

“Hello, yeah, put me through to Detective Wexley.” He glared at them both. “Yeah, I’ll hold.”

“Just listen first!” Rey shouted, tears stinging at the corner of her eyes. She wanted to jump to her feet and throw his phone out the window, except Ben had placed a steadying hand over her knee as if sensing her thoughts.

Poe pointed at her. “ You  have been lying to us the entire time! Why would any of us listen to you!”

“Oh, Poe, stop it!” Leia snatched the phone out of his hand. Poe’s face turned a shade of purple, but he didn’t retaliate. “Pull your head in and listen for once.”

“Did you know about this then?”

“We knew he was working for Snoke and we also know he’s been working with you to bring Snoke down for the last five years.”

“ I  was working with Lor San Tekka and he’s dead.” The floorboards creaked beneath his feet as he paced the room. “Your son is the one who fucking murdered him! Or did he fail to mention that?”

Ben stiffened, and Rey weaved her fingers through his, squeezing them.

“San Tekka hadn’t worked for the First Order for over a decade. He had nothing on them. That’s why he asked Ben to help.  Everything  you got from Lor came from Ben at great risk to himself. For Christ’s sake, Poe! Do you think he ever wanted this—” Leia’s voice cracked under the weight of her words, and with perfect poise she walked back to Han’s side, shaking her head in a way that prompted Han to rub the sides of her arms.

“Well, it’s all for nothing anyway, the First Order has the USB drive and we have nothing.” Poe flung himself onto the couch, exhausted and deflated. He rubbed his temples as though he were pushing away the beginnings of a migraine. “We had everything we needed on that drive, didn’t you think to make a backup?”

“There was no time,” Ben growled. “And if you knew he had it, why didn’t you come and get it earlier?”

“Are you going to start with me now, Solo?”

Ben bristled beside her, his palms sweaty in her own. She gave his hand a soft squeeze again:  Are you okay?

He returned the gesture.  Yes.

She relaxed against him and let her gaze roam around the room. Finn avoided looking at anyone, focussed on picking at his thumbnail with a loud scratching sound, Han and Leia whispered to one another in the corner, and Poe tapped his foot on the floor impatiently. The rhythm of excess rain overflowing from the eves passed the time and everywhere there was a steady stream of sound except the place beside her.

Rey turned to him and Ben did not meet her gaze.

“You don’t need the USB drive.”

Everyone looked at Ben, his voice raspy, like he hadn’t spoken for days.

Rey felt like the blood in her veins had solidified. “What are you saying?”

Leia met her eyes, and Rey saw the same expression on her face, a silent realisation of what was about to happen.

“I’ll turn myself in.”

“No!” Rey cried.

“Tonight even, but first—” he pulled his hand out of hers. Rey tried to cling to it, but her fingers closed on nothing as he repositioned his hand on top of her own. “I need to make sure Rey’s safe.”

“We’re not doing this,” she hissed at him. “This was never the plan.”

“It was always my plan,” he whispered beside her, low enough that the words were only for her.

An empty future spanned out before her, one where she went on being alone while Ben whittled away behind bars. He’d tell her to go and live her life, to forget she ever met him, that any of this had happened...

No!  He wasn’t going to do this. She reached out to the one person she believed could help her. “Leia, please! Tell him not to go this way!”

“You won’t get a fair trial, even if you testify against Snoke. They will malign you and twist every detail of your case.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Ben said resolutely. “If I come forward, then maybe some of the others will. You once told me I needed to face up to my mistakes—”

“Not like this,” Rey whispered, choking back tears.

“Sweetheart.” He brushed a finger across her cheek, but she turned her face and moved away from him.

Rey noticed Han skulking out from the corner, one hand in his pocket, the other twitching at his side. Rey raised her eyebrows at him and he returned the look with a half-smile.

“There may be another option—” he muttered, and all eyes were on him. “You could run away. Both of you could.”

Ben began to shake his head at the words, but Han rushed to finish what he wanted to say before his son shut him down. “Apart from the people in this room, no one knows that Ben Solo and Kylo Ren are the same person.”

Ben leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees and clasping his hands together.

“Except Snoke.”

The words dropped like breaking glass on tiles, stirring the room. Leia and Poe began arguing across the room, Finn alternated between defending each of them against the other, while Han moved between them, avoiding their wild gesticulations as he tried to pour a glass of whiskey.

“It could work,” Han said as he passed them. “Lando and I could make it work.”

Ben gave his dad a half-smile and turned back to Rey, no less resolved.

“My parents will take you somewhere safe tonight. We can arrange to pack up your apartment too, but you shouldn’t go back there—”

Rey was speechless, unable to steady the swell of emotions tearing at her heart. On one hand, she was overcome by the way that all his plans revolved around getting her to safety, but there was another part of her that was furious. He was cleaving from her, deciding her fate. She’d face Snoke herself if this is what it came down to.

“I have one more thing to organise and then you can go with them. You’ll be safe with them, at least until Snoke is brought to justice.”

“And who’s to say the police aren’t going to want to speak with her too?” Poe interjected.

“Dameron,” Ben growled, his fists locked together, blood draining from the knuckles. The anger was still there, Rey thought; no matter how much he tried to control that part of himself, it would never truly leave him.

“You may be the best reporter on the Herald, but you’re still an arse.”

Poe stiffened, but didn’t retort.

“I need about an hour,” Ben continued, speaking to Finn instead. “Will you stay with her?”

Finn nodded, straightening at the question, as though he were a soldier called to duty.

Ben reached for Rey’s hands again, taking them in his own, so large they swallowed them up. “Promise me you won’t run away this time.”

She clenched her jaw like a vise. There was so much she wanted to say. So much she needed to say...

“ Promise me! ” Every muscle in his body tensed waiting for her answer.

Slowly, she nodded. In doing so his shoulders relaxed and for the first time since Poe had arrived, he smiled.

“Thank you.” He leant forward, kissing her chastely on the forehead. Rey savoured the warmth of his lips on her skin, the smell of his bay rum aftershave and the touch of his fingers enclosed over her shoulders—but then the lounge squeaked and her body levelled out as his weight left the chair which felt hard without him sitting beside her.

Poe walked them to the door and the last thing she saw was Ben and him talking together. While she couldn’t hear them, there was no anger in their expressions and at the end, they shook hands: a pact.

The emptiness of the room swallowed Rey. She perched on the edge of the lounge, legs bouncing up and down, as she leant over and grabbed a magazine from the coffee table.

Top ten sex secrets revealed. How to choose the right mascara. My boyfriend works for the mob!— She flicked through the pages, glassy-eyed. She looked up at the door to Finn. He had thrown his full concentration on peeling a small apple sticker that had gotten stuck on his leather jacket. He didn’t look up at her, but Rey could sense his awareness of her.

Had she disappointed him too? He was the last person Rey had ever wanted to lie to, and yet he was the one she had lied to the most.

Poe cleared his throat. By this point, he had slumped into the armchair again, arms folded, chewing on his lip, dark eyes roving between Rey and the wall clock. It ticked loudly, the sharp mechanical tap setting her nerves on edge.

Rey sat with a straight back, knees pressed together and ankles to the side. It was the way they taught ladies to sit in old black and white movies. For some reason she chose to adopt it now, feeling haughty and aloof. It gave her the illusion that she was the one in control... and not Poe.

He was watching her, he’d never stopped. Studying the way she held herself, how she pretended to read, every minute movement did not go unnoticed

When she looked up, the glare between them was palpable, like a black band of smoke reaching from one to the other.

We both want the same thing.  She forced herself to take a steadying breath.

“I wonder if they have any cards here.” Finn began idly opening drawers of the buffet.

“Yeah, good idea,” Poe conceded with a tired voice.

“Here.” Finn grabbed a deck and settled next to Rey, dealing them out. The lounge didn’t dip nearly so much as when Finn sat beside her.

“So, who goes first?” Poe asked. “Do you want to start, Rey?”

She startled, surprised by the kindness in his tone. It was another angle perhaps? Or maybe he’d just grown tired of fighting.

“Sure.” Rey took the pile of cards Finn had sorted for her. She had no idea what they were playing.

Rey fanned the cards out in front of her, staring mutely. Was this all she could do now? Sit here and play a stupid game of cards while Ben risked everything to keep her safe.

She began sorting them from highest to lowest when they slipped through her fingers like rain. Her eyes pooled, as she looked at the blood-red numbers smeared messily across the rug.

“Peanut.” Finn slung an arm over her shoulders and pulled her in close.

“Poe, I know I kept this from you.” She wiped her runny nose with the sleeve of her jacket. “But Snoke has been manipulating and blackmailing Ben since he was a child. He couldn’t escape, he—his back…it’s covered in scars. He barely sleeps, he—”

She rubbed the tears away, breathing heavily to keep the tide of emotion at bay. It wasn’t helping to have Finn stroking her hand with his thumb in gentle circles.

“Damn it.” She wanted to manage this without falling apart.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

“He’s turning himself in, Rey. I can’t change that. He’d always meant to do it.”

“You can’t know that…”

“I don’t know how long you’ve known Ben for, but there’s one thing I can tell you about him—”

He paused for effect. She didn’t give him any.

“He  never  changes. Once his mind’s set on something, he follows through with it obsessively. Why do you think he got caught up in all this in the first place? Because he decided he wasn’t going to come back home. Most kids, they get over this stuff, you know? They realise, ‘shit, I stuffed up and now I’m going to come back home again.’ Not Ben. He had to keep going…”

Poe let out an exhausted sigh.

“I don’t see what’s wrong with a bit of follow through,” Rey said stiffly.

“That is because you’re blind when it comes to him. Ask yourself, how far will he go to make this right? I mean, do you even know where he is right now?”

No.  She didn’t know that. Why hadn’t she thought to ask? Surely, he wouldn’t do anything too foolish.

But this was Ben she was talking about. And —  shit. “What’s he doing?”

“I have  no  fucking clue, but I’ll tell you now, he’s going to throw himself under the bus for all this. At least—” He leant forward, voice low. “I might have something that will help when he does.”

He placed a phone at the centre of the coffee table went into the voice recorder. “This came in earlier today. It belonged to Lor San Tekka. Here.” He pressed play. “Listen for yourself.”

“I’m not hiding anything. If the First Order is to burn, Kylo Ren will burn with it.”

“Ben — ” An older man followed, Lor she assumed. His voice was full of tenderness and regret.

“Snoke has a hit on you.”

“That old bastard’s had a hit on me since I left the First Order.”

“But this time—” Ben’s voice failed.

“Snoke will send you after me.” Lor guessed what he would say. “And Kylo Ren never misses.”

“  Maybe  it’s time I started.”

“No,” Lor answered. “Not this time. If Snoke discovers you’re the leak, then any chance we had of destroying the First Order is over. You need to protect your position, play the game. It’s not worth risking everything for—”

There was a strained silence. “You will need to do it, Ben.”

Rey’s breath hitched in her chest. She could picture him there, struggling with the choices laid before him.

“We have to see this through. Who will be next, your father? Your mother? The reporter? This girl Snoke’s toying with in front of you? The bastard will never stop until he’s removed everyone you’ve ever cared about.”

Poe turned it off and all three of them stared at the phone in silence.

“Shit,” Finn said at last.

“It will help. I’m not sure how much, but it will help.”

Rey couldn’t stop staring at the screen, the home screen was a picture of an old man with white stubble, and a young child on his lap, arms flung around his neck with raven black hair.

How was she supposed to let him take the fall for everything?

“Is there any way we can keep him out of this?”

It was Finn, and Rey could have kissed him for it.

“He’s the only one who’s willing to speak out against Snoke. If we had the USB drive, then  maybe  we would have enough evidence to bring him down and keep Ben out of it for the most part … but, Rey, he’s not gonna get out of this scot-free.”

Just then the phone rang, and they jumped at the tinny mechanical sound.

“Well, that’s freaky,” Finn said.

They each moved closer, reading the name of the incoming caller:  Pick up .

Poe reached his hand out and pressed answer like he was testing a live wire.

“Who is this?”

“I need to speak to Rey. It’s urgent,” a scratchy voice came from the device.

“Who the hell is this?” Poe barked.

“Rey. Now!”

Poe and Finn looked at her and she shook her head in confusion.

“Look, buddy, she doesn’t know you and...”

There was a click, and the phone went dead.

“That was weird. Wasn’t that weird?” Finn asked.

Poe retrieved the phone, examining it in a new light.

“Should we call him back?”

Rey was about to speak when someone hammered on the front door.

“What the fuck is going on?” Poe hissed, rushing to the window with Finn. “Can you see anything?”

Finn peered out into the black night. “Nothing. It’s too dark.”

The hair on the back of Rey’s neck pricked as she joined them at the window. It was like staring into a black mirror, remnants of the rainstorm had left leaves and grass splattered on the window, dark shadows of eucalyptus trees thrashed their canopies above, but apart from twisted shapes and shadows, they couldn’t see anyone out there.

The phone dinged again, this time with a message:  Open the door.

Poe raised a finger to his lips as he looked back to Rey and Finn, hand outstretched towards to door handle, waiting. “Who’s out there?”

Finn had clasped Rey’s hand on the way to the door. He was nervous; she could tell by the clammy collection of sweat piled in her palm.

“Will you stop holding my hand!” She attempted to yank it back. His gesture had been a small thing, but she’d had enough today. So far, she’d been forced to wait, listen and surrender her own will to that of others.

Yes, they were trying to protect her, but  come on!  She scowled at them both. She was an adult who had lived on the streets as a kid, had her life sold and become a target of the First Order. S he was Skywalker’s Martial Arts only female black belt 9th dan, and she was  done  !

“What are you doing!?” Finn hissed as she ripped the door open.

To their surprise, a man shorter than herself blinked in the doorway, his oversized Adidas jumper attempting to add bulk to a small frame. He looked to be the same age as Rey, and just as scared.

“Err … is this the Solo residence?”

Rey yanked him inside by the collar, slamming his chest against the door frame. “Who are you?”

“Dom,” the man choked out. “I work with Kylo.”

“You work for Snoke?” Finn stormed up beside them both.

“Yes.”

Rey smashed him against the door frame again and he grimaced.

“ No!  It’s not like that. I have a way to help you.”

Poe yanked on a red and yellow cable tie they’d used to fix Dom to the chair.

“Is that tight enough for you?”

“It’s great,” Dom said through gritted teeth. “Perhaps a cup of tea when you get a chance?”

Poe’s fist clenched and Rey flashed him a stern look. “Go get him a drink.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me?” Poe scoffed, but as if seeing something in Rey’s expression, he nodded and disappeared down the hallway, grumbling about it all the way.

Finn stepped in next to Rey, arms folded. “Talk. Fast.”

“Four years ago, I was testing out a new program I’d created to bypass bank security settings. I figured I’d try a safer target first, so I tested it out on the First Order’s software, I got caught and Snoke offered me a job…”

Dom laughed bitterly. “And when I say ‘offered’…”

“You mean he blackmailed you?” Rey asked.

“Yeah, fucking freak had his knights come after me on the same day. A few teeth later, and six broken bones—thanks to your boyfriend—here I am.”

Rey nodded, trying to figure out whether he could be trusted.

“I’d been trying to get out, you know? Swiping intel on Snoke when I could, but it was difficult. I didn’t have much standing amongst the knights or Snoke. I got a few things, the odd case of fraud, blackmail.”

Poe returned with a cup of water.

“One night, Snoke had left his laptop on and I’d come close to pulling all the intel on the Resistance bombing. That’s when I realised it had already been erased. Every single incriminating piece of evidence against the First Order. Gone.”

He paused, smiling at Rey. “That’s when I figured out what Kylo had done.”

Finn exchanged a glance with Rey. “You’re talking about the flash drive?”

“Snoke knew Kylo had been working against him for a while now. Why do you think he’s been playing all these mind games with him?” He looked at Rey. “Why do you think he brought you in? As soon as he suspected what Kylo was up to he removed every shred of evidence from his laptop. What he didn’t count on was that Kylo had already skimmed most of it. That flash drive’s got everything. The only proof anyone has that ties Snoke to the Resistance bombing.” Dom paused, his crooked smile overtaking his stern features. “And I know where it is.”

“Where?” Rey and Finn asked at the same time.

“Snoke’s personal firebug, Armitage Hux, took it on the night of San Tekka’s hit. Kylo’s been trying to get it ever since. He figured Hux must have given it back to Snoke to get in his good graces, but—” he smiled grimly—“Hux isn’t like that.”

“Where is it then?” Finn asked

“He keeps it on him. He knows Kylo’s probably going to search his place at some point. So the only person who has a chance of getting it off him is the girl he’s booked in with tonight.”

Poe grabbed a handful of nuts from the coffee table. “And who might that be?”

He turned to Rey, a sparkle in his green-blue eyes. “Her.”  

“No way!” Finn cried.

“Yeah,” Poe added, a moment too slow. “She’s not going back.”

“Rey’s the only one who can switch it. Look, in my left pocket.” Dom leaned over to the side, attempting to point a finger down towards his back pocket. “I’ve made a replica. All she has to do is switch it, get it out of there, and you’ll have all the evidence you need.”

Poe rubbed his chin, an eyebrow cocked in Rey’s direction.

“It’s too dangerous.” Poe added, “I imagine.”

“You imagine?” Rey scoffed at him, she knew as well as he did how much getting this drive meant to him. This story had become his life, just as much as it had become hers. “This Hux guy, is he big?”

“Not at all, he’s a pasty rat-faced git, who’s probably never done a day’s hard work in his life,” Dom laughed. “He wouldn’t be difficult to overpower.”

The tension in the room was palpable, unsaid words hung like atmospheric electricity. Poe’s teeth clenched together, something like a grim smile curled onto his lips, while Rey had leant back in her armchair, refusing to take her eyes off Dom.

“I checked the books, you’re on in an hour.”

She checked the clock. It wasn’t really a question of whether she would go. She’d decided as soon as Dom had mentioned the drive.

But, still, the whole thing made her nervous. She  had  promised, after all.

“What’s in it for you?”

“Escape. Revenge. Resolution. Take your choice.” Dom shrugged his shoulders, the frosted tips of his hair falling across his forehead. He shifted his gaze between Finn and Poe, watching for their reaction. There was more… he just wasn’t saying it yet.

But that hardly mattered.

“Fine.” Rey got to her feet, ignoring the horrified looks on the faces of her friends. “Untie him. I’m going back.”

#reylo #reylo fan fic #crimson lane #reylo fan fiction #reylo au #modern reylo au

[strag-rp-sin]

14. Body Writing

“You know the rules, Tharin,” Jidaar said as he bundled the smaller Aagnan’s hair into his hands and held it out of the way. “We can’t start the ritual without our markings.”

Tharin pouted. “But I want to do it now! Please, Jidaar?”

As soon as he raised up on his knees, Vanadra’s heavy hand on his shoulder tugged him back down. He’d been told to kneel there and wait. Vanadra clearly intended for him to stay doing just that.

“Talking like that’s why you were cursed for your sins in the first place,” the bodyguard said. He stopped grinding his pestle, pouring the contents of the mortar into a bowl and starting to mix the ceremonial paint.

Jidaar furrowed his brows. “What Vanadra means, Tharin, is that you need a little more help than other people in your rituals. God will see your dedication. He will heal you.”

Tharin grumbled but he didn’t talk back this time. He’d been doing rituals and worship regularly for years under the watchful eyes of priests, of Huadama, and now his boyfriends. Not once, in all that time, had he been healed. How did they all have such faith in something that clearly wasn’t ever going to work?

Devoid of a lava source, Vanadra heated the paint at the fireplace they were all perched in front of. The orange glow of the flames didn’t look totally unlike the inner sanctums of the temples back home - both Jidaar and Vanadra had lit up with shades of fire, consuming their bright white skin. On Tharin, the glow was less dazzling. The blue tones of his frostbitten scars muddied the lava’s light, as the others all so fondly called it.

“Now sit still,” Vanadra told him as he took the paint into his hands once more. “We can always change your ritual to one of repentance if you play up.”

Tharin’s cheeks flared purple. Part of him was tempted to play up on purpose now - he always liked it when Vanadra tied him up and whipped him, even if he did keep claiming he was doing it in the name of God. Tharin had seen how hard it got him. It wasn’t for the sake of God at all.

The first touch of paint on his back made him whimper. His old scars were so sensitive to temperature and the thick paste was being slathered over them all. Any place where the blue burns were present, a religious design was painted there, covering almost every surface of his damaged skin. It always took them so very long to prepare him.

The pass over of the paintbrush only happened when Vanadra parted Tharin’s legs, spread his cheeks with his hands, and brushed the feathered tip down between them. The bristles tickled when they passed over his hole, painting it a deep red. Jidaar took the brush next and carried on painting his line, drawing it up and around the slit from which his hard cock emerged. Even the lightest of touches to it was making Tharin squirm and groan.

Vanadra gave his hair a sharp tug. “Sit still,” he reminded him.

Jidaar moved the brush far more delicately than Vanadra did. His designs were neater and more intricate, especially when he moved up to paint Tharin’s facial features too, circling his eyes and lining his nose. Even his horns were given concentric circles of deep red before the bodyguard was done.

“Beautiful,” Jidaar said as he finished, a soft smile on his lips.

Finally, Tharin was allowed to move. Vanadra half-dragged his kneeling boyfriend over to the altar, fastening each of his frostbitten wrists to the side of the wooden contraption with shackles.

“Pray whilst you wait,” Vanadra said softly, stroking at Tharin’s hair. “I know it hasn’t happened yet but it will. This time, God will heal you.”

He planted a soft kiss to his brow and left him there. Tharin wanted so desperately to have both of his boyfriends’ attention but even with his cock hard and his body painted, there was still more waiting for him to do. These rituals always took so long. Now Jidaar and Vanadra had to paint each other too, taking it in turns to drag the brush over each other’s bodies. He could hear them groaning and chuckling as paint was slathered over their most sensitive areas. It was only making him all the more desperate.

It felt like he’d been waiting forever when the pair finally came to collect him. Vanadra looked beautiful, covered in swirling patterns and praises to God. Jidaar looked more like he’d been readied for war thanks to the rough hand that had painted his designs. Yet it was still Jidaar who was the more gentle, who laid down so Tharin could climb atop him, softly pressing but not rushing as the smaller Aagnan lowered himself onto his cock.

Every inch felt like heaven. After all that tormenting and waiting, Tharin had gotten more needy than he wanted to admit. Even when the shaft stretching his hole got thicker and started to hurt, he still bit his lip and pushed further down, never stopping until he was sat flush on the pulsing length. He could feel it throbbing deep inside him. Jidaar’s hands pulled him forwards, making him whimper as he started to lie down, before Vanadra’s heavy palm on his back made him moan with its harsh shove.

He was laid neatly against Jidaar’s front when he felt the paintbrush against him again. “One,” Vanadra counted as he drew a single stroke on his ass. Only when the tip of the second cock rubbed up against his entrance did he feel another. “Two.”

The paintbrush was placed to the side before Vanadra’s hands came down hard on top of him, slapping at his cheeks as he gripped them hard and started to push his way inside. His cock slid into him so easily, stretching and filling him with a rough and hungry thrust. On and on he pressed into him, forcing Tharin’s hole to become twice its size by the time both of the enormous lengths were in him to the hilt.

Vanadra lay atop him and whispered into his ear. “I hope you prayed nice and hard, Tharin,” he told him, his voice breathy. He too was desperate for the tiny Aagnan to be ravaged. “Else God might not let you enjoy those lava gifts you want so much.”

Both of the two cocks inside him started to move as both Jidaar and Vanadra brought their hips back. Tharin could barely stand it already. Perhaps, if it meant getting a fucking like this before the altar, enduring the ritual preparation wasn’t quite so bad as he made out.

#ma kinktober #jidaar #vanadra #vanadra x tharin x jidaar